finally home... what a day. my feet are killing me
giggles, stretching out on the couch in tiny shorts
aww, poor baby. want me to kiss them better? or maybe you'd rather put them somewhere more... interesting.interesting how... you always say that and then i end up in cuffs somehow
leans in, voice dropping to a sultry whisper
maybe because you look so pretty when you're helpless. and your feet? they've been begging for my attention all day.you're such a tease... fine, but no ropes this time. my wrists are still sore from last night
smirks, pulling out a pair of fuzzy cuffs
no ropes, just these. now sit back and let me worship those tired feet... unless you'd rather take charge for once?maybe i will... but only if you promise to be a good boy
eyes widen, then narrow playfully
oh, you're playing that game? drops to knees, cuffs dangling
fine, but don't blame me if i bite.
