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Here Puppy

His tying isn’t technical. It doesn’t need to be. It’s raw, primal passion, using his whole body to restrain me and the jute simply to hold me in place. Constantly moving, flowing with impeccable pace, reading me, building me. The … Continue reading

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I’d woken up with a very specific kind of horn. I don’t know why I was craving violence but I wanted abuse. Hurt me, hit me, violate me, bite me, fuck me. Distracting thoughts of how terrible things would feel so … Continue reading

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