Iβll have the rope ready. Chest harness, wrists bound to it, you held exactly how I want you. Then Iβm putting you on the sybian β tied down, mounted, no control over the pace. Thatβs mine now.
Iβll start you low. Youβll stay there until I say otherwise. I want to watch you fight to stay still when you canβt, and Iβll decide when β or if β youβve earned more. You donβt cum until I let you.
Shears within reach, your word always works. Everything past that belongs to me.
