For allllll that talk about chains and ropes and floggers and whips, of plugs and and clamps, of stretched assholes and throat fucking, of faces and asses covred in piss and spit and come, of harsh and humiliating words…
Well? Well sometimes that’s nothing compared to impossibly soft but endless teasing strokes with the tip of a sable brush, of a warm hand on your belly, of sweet, sympathetic words whispering “good girl, hold still – you’re sooo close aren’t you? Just a little bit longer, just a little bit more, and then it’ll feel sooooooo good when Daddy finally lets come, won’t it? But not just yet, ok? Not… quite!”
What do you think, fuzzybear? Do you think you could hold still while Daddy painted you a masterpiece?
