But in the back of my mind I had another thought. That type of dom wouldn’t satisfy her and she’d walk all over them just like she’s walking all over her one night stand. Her next orgasm barreled on the heels of the second and her pussy was a pulsing vice on my cock. But that didn’t happen. It was a terrifying thought because he was careful enough, an experienced sadist who had more knowledge of my body than maybe even I did now. But I gave her an option to relieve herself of the weights by making her kneel in front of a chair, pleasantly pointing out the fact that she could settle down on her heels and let the weights hold on the surface in front of her. I finally managed to talk after eight. “That’s it, breathe through it.” His voice was calm, but menacing, and I felt the chain between my breasts tugged hard while something heavy swung against my chest.
