The new cuffs make opening myself up that much easier, but it’s not magic. Rather, the steady, even, irresistible pressure on my wrists has a way of snapping me into a deep subspace; a place where my body and mind gape open with need.
[oc] i want you at your knees in front of me, kissing my feet and worshipping me. i want to hear the words “yes goddess” as you beg for me to destroy and drain you.