Filed under: Deviant Dreams
your cock pulls you forward. you feel completely stupid and embarrassed. you tune out the surrounding world and focus on the leash that connects to your cock and leads right into my left hand that is coated with a black latex glove. you stare hypnotized by my swaying hips that swish from side to side. you admire the high heeled boots, the tight black latex that hugs my legs up my back. you recall the front as i was leashing you up.
your cock stirs at the sight. if you could just touch your hard cock.
you are snapped into the reality of your current situation. you have no idea where i am leading you. but the staring faces and not so hushed whispers on the streets don’t help your ego. you notice the feeble stream of other black cladded individuals heading in the same direction. your heart is racing as you don’t know why you let yourself get into this situations of “not knowing”.
what your wearing or lack there of does not lend much to the imagination. the ball gag in your mouth is making your mouth ache. the cock ring seems to be too tight around your cock. you are thankful at least you are wearing socks and boots. the leather mask covering your face is the only shield you have from the lurkers around you. you hated that i made you shave again thinking about the last time i made you do it, yet you did it huh my slut? my good, delicious slut.
you would give just about anything to escape this scene. did i park far away on purpose to tug you around the city? perhaps baby. you hear a thumping of music off in a distance. you notice more and more people now trailing to this loud place. your heart races more. what the fuck are you doing here? your breathing increases a little and you try to calm yourself because the mask does not lend for erratic breathing. you will just sweat and suffocate yourself to death. maybe that is why i chose you to wear that one baby.
the rush of cold air as we cross the street riddles your skin with bumps. if you had hair it would stand on end. you see a long line that leads to this doorway. you slow down resisting my pull.
you watch as we go right in the front door without flinching at the 300 pound bouncer. perhaps if you weren’t wearing the leash you would have been impressed with such an entrance. it is so dark you can hardly see what is in front of you. you just see the glimmer of latex ahead. it smells of sweat and alcohol. you can hear faint screams between the bass lines of the music. you cock gives another twitch. you wished you weren’t leashed right now.
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