queer quickies 4

I stretch my fingers out around her throat. I’m not tightening my grip, just giving her a hint of pressure. Her whole body trembles as she stands there, naked with her feet apart slightly, her hands clenched at her sides. I bite the skin of her shoulder, feeling her tense up. She’s probably trying really hard to not pull away. I know she gets even more nervous when I’m behind her.

I gently lower Kitty’s bound body into the corner, sitting her up against the wall so she has a clear view of the bed. I pet her head and let her kiss my hand. She doesn’t really know what’s coming next. “Enjoy the show, pet.” She nods and rubs her head against my hand. That’s about the extent of her freedom of movement. I walk away from her. I open the closet and pull Toy out roughly.