In a stunning turn of session, I take my boy, who is into hard slapping, painful stroking, squeezing and trampling, and tell him I am NOT here to meet HIS demands. That I will be gentle. That I am a KIND person. I will not be his PRICKLY BITCH...

While slapping, squeezing, hitting, and stroking him until that THING is bright, bright fucking red. The second half of this in particular is frothy and serious.

This is called irony. This is a mind fuck. This is beyond what most are capable of. Sharp as anything you've seen me do.

In a stunning turn of session, I take my boy, who is into hard slapping, painful stroking, squeezing and trampling, and tell him I am NOT here to meet HIS demands. That I will be gentle. That I am a KIND person. I will not be his PRICKLY BITCH...

While slapping, squeezing, hitting, and stroking him until that THING is bright, bright fucking red. The second half of this in particular is frothy and serious.

This is called irony. This is a mind fuck. This is beyond what most are capable of. Sharp as anything you've seen me do.