Just a little stream of consciousness…

I want you on your knees, before me. I want to bind your breasts, tightly & intricately, the process taking hours. Each pass I make, each knot I tie, I’ll whisper in your ear how much I want you, how I’ll be using you, how I’ll be taking you, how beautiful you are.

I want the ropes to squeeze your flesh, and I want to see your breasts slowly change in color. And then, I want to add clamps. I want to tighten them until you gasp.

And, oh, do I want to hear you gasp.

And when I think those clamps are on as tight as you can take them (well, a bit tighter than the tightest you thought you could take), I’ll add weights. For the next week, I want every time you put on a bra, or give someone a hug, or put on a seatbelt, or bump into someone to be a reminder of just this moment – on your knees, your breasts begging for more bloodflow, your nipples being tugged to their limits.

And when you’re before me like that, I want to trace your face with my fingertips. I want to capture every moment in my memory. I want to tell you how beautiful, how special, you are.

And then I want to take you, like I’ve never taken you before.

I’m not kidding when I say these are a graphic pics — not “disgusting” if you’re ok with male nudity, just I don’t want anybody accidentally stumbling upon them. I’m not especially proud, or ashamed of my body. I think nudity is taken way too seriously in our society (if we make it more commonplace, it won’t be such a big deal when a nipple slips). Click anywhere in this message to see me.