All it took was a sharp knife to cut the ropes that bound you…my possession…
Yes, I am confident when I walk to face my flavor of the month, kick starting this encounter even further with heels knocking you flat on your back, with a smile as I admire the pretty marks left behind from the ropes.
I straddle your body, squatting over your torso to lift your arms above your head, tracing red rope burns around your wrists.
I shake from the trance you’ve put me in and stand up, slamming my sole in the center of your chest, twisting while I add pressure, slowly puncturing your gut with my sharp heel….
All I can do is smile, oh, and begin to perspire when you grunt and wince…I softly moan at the pain you take….Hot under my heels that will make you holler….
“Tell me how much more pain you desire, Slave!” I inquired.
Zaria~
