He loved it when I wore collars and handcuffs. He loved it when I let him control everything, when I let him do those sadistic things to me that caused me excruciating pain.
He loved it when I wore collars and handcuffs. He loved it when I let him control everything, when he did those perverse things to me that hurt me deeply. He teased me, touched me, and just when I couldn't take it anymore, he let me go and gave me what I really wanted: hot, passionate sex.
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