Ninebashi night had completely fallen when Peter finished attaching the straps to each of the four bad legs.
The day after our passionate afternoon in the fake subway car, we had found an adult store in the Akihabara district with all sorts of BDSM gear.
After a good shower and some rest at our hotel, we started preparing for our next sex session.
Are you sure about this? He asked me hesitantly as he finished checking the last strap.
I've already told you yes a thousand times.
I replied, a little tired of so many doubts.
Peter was a kind-hearted boy who always looked out for me, and I was one of the qualities that made me fall in love with him.
I loved being cared for and protected.
He made me feel that with him I would always be safe and that nothing could hurt me.
It was understandable, therefore, that it took him a little while to accept the fulfillment of my fantasy.
Just go with the flow, I insisted again, trying to calm him down.
I want to be used and dominated.
I don't want you to make love to me tenderly.
worrying about whether I enjoy it, like you usually do.
This time I want you to fuck me mercilessly, to use my body without worrying about whether I'll like something or refuse.
Okay, if that's what you want, he conceded.
You made my fantasy come true, so today it's my turn to do the same for yours.
That's right, and if you cross the line, don't worry, I'll shout Pikachu and you'll know you have to stop immediately.
I finished, satisfied that I had finally convinced him.
He nodded, placing the handcuffs we'd bought on the nightstand.
I didn't know when he'd think to use them, so it was best to have them close by.
Seeing that the bed was completely made, with the straps in place at each of its four corners and the sheets and comforters spread out on the floor at his feet, I quickly undressed.
My slender, graceful body was revealed to Peter, eliciting the excited smile I always love to see on his face.
"'Lube it up well before we start,' she said." handing me the bottle of gel.
If we have to stop for this, it might kill the mood.
Ninebashi night had completely fallen when Peter finished attaching the straps to each of the four bad legs.
The day after our passionate afternoon in the fake subway car, we had found an adult store in the Akihabara district with all sorts of BDSM gear.
After a good shower and some rest at our hotel, we started preparing for our next sex session.
Are you sure about this? He asked me hesitantly as he finished checking the last strap.
I've already told you yes a thousand times.
I replied, a little tired of so many doubts.
Peter was a kind-hearted boy who always looked out for me, and I was one of the qualities that made me fall in love with him.
I loved being cared for and protected.
He made me feel that with him I would always be safe and that nothing could hurt me.
It was understandable, therefore, that it took him a little while to accept the fulfillment of my fantasy.
Just go with the flow, I insisted again, trying to calm him down.
I want to be used and dominated.
I don't want you to make love to me tenderly.
worrying about whether I enjoy it, like you usually do.
This time I want you to fuck me mercilessly, to use my body without worrying about whether I'll like something or refuse.
Okay, if that's what you want, he conceded.
You made my fantasy come true, so today it's my turn to do the same for yours.
That's right, and if you cross the line, don't worry, I'll shout Pikachu and you'll know you have to stop immediately.
I finished, satisfied that I had finally convinced him.
He nodded, placing the handcuffs we'd bought on the nightstand.
I didn't know when he'd think to use them, so it was best to have them close by.
Seeing that the bed was completely made, with the straps in place at each of its four corners and the sheets and comforters spread out on the floor at his feet, I quickly undressed.
My slender, graceful body was revealed to Peter, eliciting the excited smile I always love to see on his face.
"'Lube it up well before we start,' she said." handing me the bottle of gel.
If we have to stop for this, it might kill the mood.
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