One of my favorite things about boys is that it’s so very easy to arouse them. Just run a hand a little too far up his leg, back a little too far into him in line at the grocery store, nonchalantly give him a little peek of that lingerie, and he’s toast. Boys are so cute!
The running had done me no good. I was going to be caught by the two women who were chasing me. It was only a matter of how much longer it would be.
It all started with me finding the satchel with money in it lying in the stable. Apparently one of the women currently in hot pursuit of me needed to pay cash for a horse she was acquiring, and thinking I was alone, I had reached into the satchel and taken one of the wrapped stacks of bills.
A female cry sent me running, and a glance over my shoulder as I ran across an open field told me I had two female pursuers. The field was very wide and long and open, nowhere to hide, and I was running out of steam. The ladies were about half my age and in much better shape.
I stopped suddenly, and the two of them slowed to a walk, moving toward me angrily, rope at the ready.
"Let's be reasonable," I said. "How about I just give you the money?"
"Around here we don't take kindly to thieves," the woman closest to me answered. "Just surrender and we'll rope you up and decide what to do next."
I was beat. I couldn't run or resist. I fell to my knees and put my hands on my head, and the women closed around me and pulled my hands behind my back. One tied my wrists while the other wrapped her rope around my torso, pinning my arms against my sides while my wrists were tied behind my back. I was helpless.
"It's a long walk back," the woman in front of me said. "And we're going to make this as embarrassing for you as possible. I have half a mind to drape you over my horse when we get back, ride you through town all trussed up and hand you over right in the street to the first female officer I find."
I blushed in shame as the ropes were drawn tight around me. I had run for nothing, only prolonging my brief freedom, and now the two women had captured me, and now that I was tied up, they could do literally whatever they wanted to me.
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"men are objects... objects of my affection" hmm personally, they're sex objects to me
Frústrate por ella. No te mereces placer. Sufre para Samantha
(via femdomzeichenkunst, doggies)
Miss Nexantia taking a stroll with her little boy toy
As betas, we should be grateful for anything and everything a Goddess gives us. For example, getting censored cleavage. We don't deserve it, so we should be grateful for it. She very easily could have just buttoned her dress all the way up. Or she could have not sent any photo at all. Thank her. Worship her. Do whatever it takes to make her happy.
Are lost boys allowed to cum in their cages?
Generally no. If they can do it easily then it usually means its time for a new cage.
Now, I don’t consider a monthly prostate milking to be “cumming”.
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