Your hand carefully cared my skin around the steth, feeling the rash of my skin after taking the dumbbell off my chest. Listening my heart racing suddenly in relief trying to compensate all the bad work you forced it to do. And I can’t help myself from grabbing my chest while trying to catch my breath, each beat in my hand.
Listening the blood flowing fast in the chamber of my overworked muscle. The bruises appearing slowly as a sign of your control over my life. As many times now you have done this and it doesn’t seem close to the end. Not like I want it either.
The murmur louder than before, and I think you love it more than I do, obvious by the way your hand tries to cover my whole chest like trying to not miss a single movement of my chamber. It’s the power you have on me, the forceful beats as consequences of your fetish.
That expression on your face, you seem satisfied for now, but I can only wonder what’s next to come.
And you, thinking on wether it’s been enough or maybe it can stand another round. What is it gonna be? Needles again? Defibs, pushes, or maybe you are gonna fuck me till it stops in your hands?
My heart struggles to recover its sinus rhythm, but it finally does so.
You listen for a few more minutes before taking the steth off and putting it down in your pocket, kissing the bruises and slowly helping me put my clothes on again.
Before exiting the room and closing the door behind.
I lay there, feeling the pain in my heart, survived once again your harsh playing. It didn’t even give up this team. But oh god how I wished it did.
With that in mind and my free hand going between my legs, I close my eyes to the beat of my heart, your little sexual toy, and the wetness below…
•|| This audio was recorded just after the last pressure session from the last post. Hope you enjoy! I love how my murmur is so loud… unfortunately not much skips but still a turn on…
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