What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.
I'm definitely not used to wearing any kind of underwear, but this tack bra is a particular exception. Here you can see the pins in action on my tits and nipples.
I'm recently single so I'm gonna lie here in bed flashing whoever asks me to distract myself from the inevitable overthinking. Plus the attention gets me going Hehe