[NFTF: I still can't believe I'm writing down what we did, sometimes.[NFTF: I still can't believe I'm writing down what we did, sometimes. Sorry to interrupt, but the thought just hits me from time to time.] Then he spread my knees and tied them to the sideboards. I was unable to move in any direction, couldn't roll over, couldn't do anything but kneel there with my bum in the air and wonder what would come next. He began loosening my rear end, this time with a massage oil. I really get into it now when he manipulates me with his hands. He knows exactly what to do. He is able to masturbate me as well as I can myself when my hands are free. Of course he teases me instead, but he is as familiar with my body as a violinist is with his instrument. He can be almost casual about the way he turns me on. I don't know if you've been able to tell, but over the last month I've become pretty docile about what I will let him do to me. Sure, I fight it, but my struggles have become a matter of ritual--on occasion fueled by real apprehension, but the List really has protected me from anything approaching serious damage. |