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Click hereA furtive eye
A small little smile
But never a challenge
Coy
But little bit of fear behind the eye
She knows what’s going to happen
And she’s not happy about
But it excites her
And so we move
Me, slow and steady
Her, in panic and confusion
In the end I capture her
As we both knew I must
She struggles, but there’s no point in pretending now
Pressing and pushing I pin her
Then the blows began
They hurt and she struggles
Her inviting target swishing to and fro
But she takes them out of love
She hates it
But it’s a game for her too
Her ass reddens
As it has so many times before
She wears herself out
Her breathe coming in hickups now
And the power I feel move through me as nothing else can
And we do the dance of bondage
The first comment was definitely way off. I can see where the dance is. It was very well written.
Catie
You interpreted the title far more literally than I ever intended
dancing while bound conjures a funny mental image - disco night on the straightjacket ward