fetiche

The rope slides over my body, searching for gaps between skin and desire. With each turn, he feels more: the touch of the rough fiber contrasting with its softness, the blood pulsing where circulation narrows. There is no defense or escape, only surrender. The bonds, throughout the process, do not come undone. They remain internalized as memory, as a mark, as desire. Transformed into a map between us. #fetish

Lying at your feet, with my arms tied above my head. You start to trample my face, making me moan with satisfaction as you use me. Your toes open my mouth, leaving me completely surrendered. Then you move down my lap, pulling my blouse aside and pinching my nipples. What would you do to me at your feet? #fetish