#strap stuff

if he comes along doing shit like this — attention, steamy educative footage follows — completely unsolicited, man he’s on any domme’s strap radar.

Bruh it’s the size of my forearm, I genuinely feel bad you can’t have the joyous experience of comparing yourself to a coke can....unless you can.

i'd keep my movements gentle and slow, lips trailing up their neck with my tongue in its wake. nothing too eager or persistent so those small protests eventually die out as they're coaxed over. my mouth reaching just below their ear and softly insisting with a whisper of "just let me" against them. then a low "please?" against their jaw, kissing across the tensed muscle until i lazily reach their mouth. giving slow, chaste pecks at first. my hand against them getting firmer, making their mouth fall open just for my tongue to finally slip in where i want. swallowing any whimper or whine in response and shifting onto them so i'm straddling their lap. my free hand snaking to the nape of their neck and pulling at their roots. their neck strained, brows furrowed with that desperate and nearly afflicted look that brings nothing less of a starved grin to my face.

leaving a trail of kisses from their mouth down to their chin, throat, chest, and eventually to the hem of their boxers. i'd lick across the seam, my spit glistening against their stomach while hooking my fingers into their waistband. barely pulling down before bringing my gaze to theirs, waiting for that signal, that gentle nod of assurance to make sure they're okay with this. the second i see it, though, i'd waste no time taking what i want.