Being restrained is so fucking hot
I remember sitting up after a personal session and my hair being caught under me, swiftly pulling me back down to live in that bliss for a bit longer.
I love the feeling of trying to move, to try and affect change, just to be pulled back to reality. You are bound just where you should be, will be, until otherwise allowed to move. You know your place and that turns your mind to a pleasant mush, just happy to be exactly where you are under someone else’s control for as long they like.
Blame the guy who choked me against a wall at 14, bro seriously lifted me like 2 feet off the ground and held me by my throat. I’ve been chasing that high ever since :) meow