By slavebladeboi
“I know, I know, we all make mistakes,” I said, putting my hands each side of his face and stroking the skin, or at least the bits that weren’t covered by the leather gag and head harness.
I looked straight into his eyes, now filled with tears of fear, maybe terrified, but it’s all the same really at this stage. He struggled a bit, the chains that held him spread eagled in that oh so delicious and vulnerable vertical position rattled slightly. I increased the tension a tiny bit more.
His intake of breath proved it was enough for the moment and it did stop the chains from moving.
After going to dinner, I took Matt home which was only two blocks from me. We lived super close to each other. We arranged for me to spend time at his place next weekend. Matt promised me 24 hours of difficult, strenuous, and limit pushing bondage that would make me suffer. When he said that I didn’t respond right away. Matt looked directly in the eyes and waited while I processed what he said. I finally nodded my head in agreement and his facial expression went to his shit grinned look. It made me smile but I also knew there was determination behind his comment and his look. We said our goodbyes and he left the car and went into his house. I drove the short distance home and started to think about the next weekend. What would happen?
