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I stop pressing my thumb into your throat. As you look me in the eyes, yours now covered in tears, I tell you I love you before pressing again. You make a small noise, a little bit like a choke but mostly a moan. Sometimes it takes all I have perfect girl sex to keep my eyes on your face. I want to look over your body; your tensing stomach and trembling butt naked girls hands. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and you will always be. I hate the power you have over me because of it.

I try so hard not to put you on a pedestal. That's why we have nights like this. Without them you'd be my only reason for living. You inhale as I release the strangling grip, though my hand remains where it is. My thumb is gently stroking the red mark, the imprint, that I left as you shake. "I want you to say it," I offer in a low tone. "No," is all you say and all I can do is nod. I release you and move over to the bag on the cheap motel bed.

From it I take out a small, cold metal chain and an over-sized black silk scarf. I move behind you, easily more than a head taller, and wrap my left hand tenderly around your stomach. "We used to stand like this all the time," I say as I move the fabric around your eyes. "Do you remember?" "I remember," you whisper. "You used to tell me you never felt safer." It once took all my focus to tie a simple knot. Now I can do it with one hand. You've forced me to this so many times it's become habit.

"I never did." The ad-hoc blindfold rests over your eyes. I take my left hand up over your stomach, stroking a path up between your breasts and over your throat. A cautious rub to that tender spot where I take the air from you. Then I grip both ends of the scarf lightly in each hand and pull until it is a vice made of gentle fabric, a soft way to blind you. You've surrendered another part of your body to me. I hear you inhale, apprehensive in its escalation, and I lean forward to whisper in your ear.

"We can stop now. You just have to say it." My tone is soft and easy. "No," is all you say and all I can do is nod. The chain is light and easy, it cannot weigh more than a few free nude women pics ounces. It is silver and linked and expands, like branches, in three different directions, each ending in a small, metal claw. A pincer, a clothing pin in essence. As I spread the first clamp open you shriek and your arms rise defensively.

Even from behind I know you are covering your nipples and I afford myself a smile as you can no longer see it. I press my body into yours, a fine sheen of sweat already covering your spine. "If you do not lower your arms to your side I will make things much worse." You comply. You always do. With your hands placed tightly against your naked thighs I latch the first piece against your nipple. Your body shakes as you moan, your body now pressing into mine.

You squirm against my now erect cock. I slide my hand from the clamp itself to the chain beneath it and give a solid tug. You shudder and gasp and say my name like it will stop me. Then we repeat the process on your other breast. With one pull on the chain you lean forward, your nipples being pulled from your breasts and your mouth wide open. You're already starting to drip. "No," is all you say and all I can do is nod.

"Then spread your legs like the worthless whore you are." There is no power in my tone, no force. No deep snarl or growl. I'm not commanding with intimidation or fear naked women pics or strength. We have reached the threshold where I simply own you, and you are mine. Where you will give me everything, anything, but what I need from you the most.