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AlwaysFara
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Can someone explain anal hooks to me?
I'm all for butt stuff but I'm not sure I get the point.
Point.
Ahahahaa!
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Can someone explain anal hooks to me?
I'm all for butt stuff but I'm not sure I get the point.
Fisting.
Uncomfortable because my only experience with it was a spectacular failure, and i now have an idea of how much of a challenge it would be for both my body and mind.
A turn-on because two men I'm close to have had good experiences with it, and the thought of familiar hands and a familiar voice bringing me through that successfully sounds like an offer i don't want to refuse.
Are Brits in suits not allowed to have long hair, or use intemperate language occasionally?Guys who look a little bit dangerous. Wild boys.
Now, everybody knows (or should know) that I adore Brits in suits. But I like the guys at the other end of the spectrum, too. Long hair, sweary, rough around the edges... bikers, rockers, etc.
They're strange and foreign to me. And I want them.
Are Brits in suits not allowed to have long hair, or use intemperate language occasionally?
Can someone explain anal hooks to me?
I'm all for butt stuff but I'm not sure I get the point.
It's about control. Predicament bondage. Imagine in this picture if she was told to get to her knees and he held a vibe to her pussy, how it would pull up in to her?
Or this - it looks like the hook is attached to the bed frame. So every time she flinches and pulls back, the hook would push in to her deeper
I dig the predicament stuff because it fucks with my head. I have a love/hate thing with butt stuff. So having that violation, trying not to get the hook deeper but trying not to get smacked from the cane.
Good times.
It's about control. Predicament bondage. Imagine in this picture if she was told to get to her knees and he held a vibe to her pussy, how it would pull up in to her?
Or this - it looks like the hook is attached to the bed frame. So every time she flinches and pulls back, the hook would push in to her deeper
I dig the predicament stuff because it fucks with my head. I have a love/hate thing with butt stuff. So having that violation, trying not to get the hook deeper but trying not to get smacked from the cane.
Good times.
Yes... predicament bondage.....
Imagine in this picture if she was told to get to her knees ( no cane ) and she could guide and search for a vibe to stimulate her pussy.... same set of hook circumstances..... same deeper hook results.
But now all her choice.... Her hips only. Combine that with some orgasm deprivation that she wants to alleviate.
The cane can be added at the end as a treat....
I am thinking that she would start to enjoy that hook....
I agree with the posters above. This could be in the Control II thread.
It’s a constant reminder of who is in control, cane or no cane.
Although the cane is a nice touch...
Now, add the vibe. Just as she is enjoying the vibe, she shifts and the hook reminds her, she concentrated on the vibe once again, moves and the hook reminds her...
It's about control. Predicament bondage. Imagine in this picture if she was told to get to her knees and he held a vibe to her pussy, how it would pull up in to her?
Or this - it looks like the hook is attached to the bed frame. So every time she flinches and pulls back, the hook would push in to her deeper
I dig the predicament stuff because it fucks with my head. I have a love/hate thing with butt stuff. So having that violation, trying not to get the hook deeper but trying not to get smacked from the cane.
Good times.
Standing close to my gardener. Smelling the heat of his skin. His eyes, piercing through my soul, causing me to breath heavily. His voice wafting through my ears like velvet. His grin that melts my heart. Standing there with stiff nipple and damp panties and knowing that I can't have him.
Standing close to my gardener. Smelling the heat of his skin. His eyes, piercing through my soul, causing me to breath heavily. His voice wafting through my ears like velvet. His grin that melts my heart. Standing there with stiff nipple and damp panties and knowing that I can't have him.
Standing close to my gardener. Smelling the heat of his skin. His eyes, piercing through my soul, causing me to breath heavily. His voice wafting through my ears like velvet. His grin that melts my heart. Standing there with stiff nipple and damp panties and knowing that I can't have him.
My legs are short. Some chairs are just uncomfortable enough to force me to straighten my back and tilt my hips just enough to press my clit against the seam of my panties. With my legs dangling and no way to recline comfortably I find myself nearly in a predicament just sitting there. Wiggling to find a better position just adds friction.