I had the cuff already open when he said hello. Soft click. I told him to put his wrist where I could hear the metal take. Bondage phone sex in a quiet room, Mommy on one end, his other hand still free and already misbehaving.

I did not ask what he needed. I told him the free hand stays on his thigh until the second cuff is a story he can feel. He rushed. I made him undo it and start the buckle again, slower, so the sound landed in my ear the way I wanted. Blonde mommy. The hardware did the meanness. I did not give a speech about it.

He asked if this was going to hurt. I said the hurt was the waiting. Bondage phone sex again while I walked him through ankles crossed, knees open, cock out and not to be touched. Restraint without a rope lecture. My hand on the chain in the story, his breath hitching every time I tugged the fantasy short.

I had him describe the pull. Where it bit. Whether he could still reach himself if he cheated. He said he could. I took the reach away and made him sit on his hands. Verbal. Mean. Warm enough that he thanked me for it, which I let him do once and then told him to stop thanking me like a guest.

No limits on how long I keep a man tied in his own chair. Anything goes once he stops narrating and starts answering in short breaths. Domination with a buckle. Submission with a wet spot he was not allowed to touch. I counted to twenty while he held still. He broke at fourteen. I put him back at one.

When I let him stroke it was two fingers, my pace, the chain noise he had to make with his mouth because he did not own a chain. He came when I said the word release and not a stroke before. Mess on his stomach. Wrists still closed until I said they were not.

I stayed while he unbuckled in the story. I told him to leave one cuff on the nightstand so he sees it before work. I made him read the time out loud so I would know he had not drifted. Eleven forty. He was still hard. I put the free hand back on the thigh and kept him there while I described my heel on the chain, not stepping hard, just enough weight that he would picture the metal moving. His own chair was the dungeon.

He asked for a second chance at the count. I gave him ten, not twenty. He made it. I praised the ten and nothing else. Then I let the stroke happen and cut it off once so he would remember the buckle decides. He finished on the second permission. I told him to photograph nothing. The cuff on the nightstand is the only souvenir.

If he wants the other wrist done properly he already has the page. kinks-n-teasephonesex.com/harper. I will know if he cheated on the count. Bondage phone sex again whenever he calls with the free hand already waiting.