Some nights are about strict training, some are about pleasu..
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 19:01:15 +0000 UTC
Some nights are about strict training, some are about pleasure… and then there are nights like these, where the two blend so perfectly together. After wearing my plug all day, I was already feeling that familiar ache of fullness when I crawled into bed. My Master had something extra in mind for tonight’s ritual—thick metal cuffs around my wrists, my heavy collar locked in place, and of course, my sight stolen by a hood with no eye holes. Completely bound, completely helpless, completely his. I only realized what he had prepared for me when I felt it on the bed beside me—a little toy, familiar yet nostalgic. My first-ever vibrator. My little pink one, the one that still feels just as good now as it did years ago. And so, I prepared it the only way I know how—with my mouth. Spit is the best lube, after all. I sucked on it slowly, deliberately, letting my mind wander, imagining it was a real cock, letting that fantasy take over until I was squirming with need. When I finally turned the vibration on and pressed it between my legs, I didn’t even want to push it inside. Just rubbing, just sliding, teasing myself with the pressure, letting it build. Grinding against it, desperate for release. Eventually, I assumed my usual position—on all fours, face down, ass spread wide, calling for my Owner. Because no night is complete without his inspection. When he entered, I was allowed to suck his cock while my toy buzzed against my needy clit. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, he decided to reward me with something so rare, I could hardly believe it—a few hard thrusts of missionary. 😱 He hates that position, always prefers doggy. But for a few blissful moments, I got to feel him above me, face to face, pressing me into the bed, taking me in a way I almost never get. And fuck… it felt just as good as I always imagined it would. 🔥 A perfect bedtime ritual. A perfect way to end the night. 🖤✨
