The new cuffs make opening myself up that much easier, but itβs not magic. Rather, the steady, even, irresistible pressure on my wrists has a way of snapping me into a deep subspace; a place where my body and mind gape open with need.
Gathering ingredients in the deep valleys was Ryza's last mistake. No one will hear her moaning pleas for help, especially after she's dragged in.... (Reisalin Stout)[artist: JOKER]