When work has ring pops, I have no shame. Are you ever able to embrace your little side in small ways? Or does work sometimes bring out your caregiver instincts? How do you balance?
Not much compares to being bound, legs spread and vulnerable, gagged to muffle your moans, blindfolded to increase your anticipation, and clothes pins clamped to your nipples and spread your labia to really add some exciting pain and sense of vulnerabili
