Gloved

Hogtied on the bed and unable to move, I could just about see him from the corner of my eye. Walking with such purpose, silent, as I see him.. those black latex gloves. My heart starts to pound and I can hear my muffled voice try to speak as he pours a bunch of tiny white packeted needles out in front of me. I’m scared of needles, but I have a gag in my mouth so I’m in no position to tell him this. Besides, he already knows..

Sinful Sunday

Don’t forget to see who else is being Sinful this Sunday..

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10 Responses to Gloved

  1. Oh my Girl, this is some photo shoot. Rope wizardry, ominous black glove (latex at that), your words speak volumes, I don’t know about those needles, amazing last photo, wish I was there.

  2. Molly says:

    Oh fuck this is so hot…. I really want to do more needle play and last shot with him your mouth….nnnrrfff!

    Mollyxxx

  3. Jo says:

    Beautiful rope work, super fun play piercings, and a good girl to boot. This looks like an incredible day! Gotta keep those tootsies warm. 🙂

  4. This is such a powerful picture. The ropes the needles, and the glove. Wow

  5. malflic says:

    What a powerful scene and series of beautiful pictures.

  6. That last picture is my favorite. Stunning.

  7. These shots are all incredible, but that last. I briefly found myself at a loss for words, and that never happens.

  8. sub-Bee says:

    I love the snap as he pulls on the gloves because I know it means needleplay, my favourite, even the thought is making me grin like a lunatic!

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