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Story: Bound and Branded
I’m experienced at this. I know what I’m doing. But…
I look at my pictures of her, the ones that I took while she was tied up in those red ropes.
She’s perfect. Beautiful in ways that no one and nothing ever has been.
I wanted her for so long that this experience is still echoing inside of me. Both as a profound, tremendously incredible experience, and as a big fucking mistake.
I can’t give her anything.
I can do this, though. I can try to get her stable with the ranch and I can teach her what she wants. She’s definitely a sub. A perfect one.
She needs training. But she’s…
Incredible.
I go to my office and I decide to get some work done. I am lost in that, and it’s enough to make me forget that I’m waiting for a message when my phone chimes.
You told me to message you.
Then, my work fades away completely, and all I can think about is her.
That experience earlier was…
Fucking transcendent.
I decide than that I’m going to send her the pictures of herself. So that she can see what I see.
The knots binding her together were intricate and the crossover of the rope turned out perfect. The bright red lovely against her pale skin. I’m getting hard again looking at them. I can’t say that happens all that often. This is something I’ve done so many times it’s muscle memory. But the experience with her wasn’t like that. I was paying attention constantly. Every movement she made. Every small breath she took in and out.
Her response takes a while.
I didn’t realize that you were doing something that intricate.
It’s what I like. I like to take my time over it. I like the art of it.
I think about elaborating. And then before I can think it all the way through, I do it.
It’s the only time my brain is still. A naked woman holds my attention, and add the knots, it’s like a state of total flow, concentration and control. There’s nothing else like it.
I can understand that. It’s the only time that I can remember, in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was forgetting to do something. Or like everyone was depending on me.
I lock my teeth together. I don’t want to keep going down this path. That’s not the point of this app.
You want to do another scene tomorrow?
Yes.
Are you sure?
I was hard on her today. Though, I’m capable of being a lot harder.
Yes. I want… I want to keep doing this.
Anything you would change?
I want you to touch me.
I touched you plenty.
I look at my pictures of her, the ones that I took while she was tied up in those red ropes.
She’s perfect. Beautiful in ways that no one and nothing ever has been.
I wanted her for so long that this experience is still echoing inside of me. Both as a profound, tremendously incredible experience, and as a big fucking mistake.
I can’t give her anything.
I can do this, though. I can try to get her stable with the ranch and I can teach her what she wants. She’s definitely a sub. A perfect one.
She needs training. But she’s…
Incredible.
I go to my office and I decide to get some work done. I am lost in that, and it’s enough to make me forget that I’m waiting for a message when my phone chimes.
You told me to message you.
Then, my work fades away completely, and all I can think about is her.
That experience earlier was…
Fucking transcendent.
I decide than that I’m going to send her the pictures of herself. So that she can see what I see.
The knots binding her together were intricate and the crossover of the rope turned out perfect. The bright red lovely against her pale skin. I’m getting hard again looking at them. I can’t say that happens all that often. This is something I’ve done so many times it’s muscle memory. But the experience with her wasn’t like that. I was paying attention constantly. Every movement she made. Every small breath she took in and out.
Her response takes a while.
I didn’t realize that you were doing something that intricate.
It’s what I like. I like to take my time over it. I like the art of it.
I think about elaborating. And then before I can think it all the way through, I do it.
It’s the only time my brain is still. A naked woman holds my attention, and add the knots, it’s like a state of total flow, concentration and control. There’s nothing else like it.
I can understand that. It’s the only time that I can remember, in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was forgetting to do something. Or like everyone was depending on me.
I lock my teeth together. I don’t want to keep going down this path. That’s not the point of this app.
You want to do another scene tomorrow?
Yes.
Are you sure?
I was hard on her today. Though, I’m capable of being a lot harder.
Yes. I want… I want to keep doing this.
Anything you would change?
I want you to touch me.
I touched you plenty.
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