The Bench
"doxen, you--" he glanced down to see doxen's tail covertly brushing against his own backdoor.
BDSM Pt 1
The pert young girl had finally stopped struggling after an hour or so, arms now held limply in the air by the rope that restrained her wrists, anchored to the back of the indescernible strappy harness that could not be seen, only felt. Dozens of small...