Wrapping your arms in silk, you pretend to protest.  But, I know that you know the safe word, for you chose it.  I wonder would today be the day that I pushed you passed your vast limits?

We don’t really need the silk bindings at all, do we? For we are free to be our purest, darkest selves.

Nipple clamps applied, glass butt plug inserted, for I love to build her levels, that blend pleasure with pain.  It’s all part of guiding her to that point and keeping her there, till I let her topple over the edge.