By slavesuit
You are probably wondering what happened to me. Rest assured I’m horny. Actually horny does not even begin to describe how I feel right now. As we speak, I’m wearing what Sir has described to be my “uniform” for around the house. He really is a cruel son of a bitch. Oddly, I’ve truly begun to fall in love with him. Not that I really had any choice in the matter.
By slavesuit
I was bound and struggling in this heavy bondage suit for a few hours. The stimulation in the chastity belt kept me on edge but never provided me an orgasm. I was completely frustrated yet loving every moment of this bondage. Clearly, I was being provided with the best gear and scene that I had ever had. At least once this guy came back and released me; I would have had enough bondage to last me awhile. But did I really want it to end. After all I was in heaven.
By slavesuit
I guess you could say I was naïve. Probably gullible. But the offer seemed too good to be true. I had been searching for a compatible guy to play with for a long time. Living in a remote area of the United States, I was within a few hours drive of a couple of major cities but I never had the time to really get there. If I did, I had other things I needed to do other than feed my love of bondage.