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He was just pleased that she wasn't wearing any panties. He didn't care if the shorts were tight, the material was tight and the cut was weird. He watched her shiver. He loved this girl. She was too intoxicating to ignore. She was a cross between a girl and a boy and he liked it. He enjoyed using her body to his own ends. Sometimes he wondered if he was doing the right thing. He often wished he could just take a peek at her cunt to see if he could find the tight ring that held her tight pussy lips together. He found her cunt lips easily. He smiled. It was a beautiful sight. She was wearing clothes that didn't quite cover her body. She wore a pair of shorts that fit tightly against her body. She was wearing a t-shirt that went up to her midriff that was bared at the nape of her neck. She was also wearing a leather belt that buckled at the back.

She looked like the slut she was. She knew she looked that way, but what she lacked in clothes she made up in the sex she was experiencing. Her body was disappearing into her own feelings. He could feel her wetness trickling down her thighs. Her scent now filled the room. He knew from the cut off hair that it was her scent. She had been so focused on her feelings of sexual release that she hadn't noticed the bruises and swelling on her back. She had had to concentrate on that and the blood and the injuries. She was caught between wanting to remain in that moment and wanting to move forward into the next phase of her life. The next phase was the one she had been waiting for. He had introduced her to the art of bondage five years ago and she had continued to enjoy it ever since. But the art of bondage... well, it's a wonderful teacher and a wonderful lover of the mind. The art of bondage is all about trust. People who are skilled at the art of bondage share something in common. They all share a desire, an intense desire to bring another into their world.

It is about sharing, sharing with someone for the long term. It is about feeling control, being able to take another to the heights of our desires. It is about sharing, not just the physical or the sexual, but the mental and the emotional. It is about feeling fully Owned, completely Adopted. She needed to feel her body respected, not just physically. Her needs had to be met. It was time to move beyond the past and into the present. To re-enter the a time when words could not give words. It was time to be in control. She pushed against the bonds, pushing through the firm muscles into her bonds. The muscles in her arms tensed, her legs involuntarily gave way. The push of the rope on her breasts, her back involuntarily pushed. She pushed through the muscle of her legs into the muscle of the neck. Her breath came in hard gasps. She was becoming lost in the fear, the throbbing, the pressure. It had to be over before she could come..