I did not speak. xxx18 The pleasure I might have received from the leather was masked by the severity of the pain it caused. I fought my bindings to escape, but also was desperate to feel the steel penetrate my most tender flesh. I heard my Dom digging around for something, then I detected that he found the device he wanted. This was repeated several times, to my delight. He said yes, and so did I. He had a spreader bar to hold my legs apart. He was sad that I did not stay the night. But I did not have to be a volunteer. I knocked on his door and began to undress outside.
