Revisiting my first-year caps. From 3/7/141: The click of the lock.2: The fear in your eyes when it

Revisiting my first-year caps. From 3/7/14
1: The click of the lock.
2: The fear in your eyes when it dawns on you that you really are completelyunder my control.
3: The agony on your face as you’re milked, still locked up, by fucking yourself against a wall-mounted strapon.
4: Your whole posture afterwards, when you’re dazed and broken.
5: The taste of your tears on the day of a promised release when I say, “No, I lied to you. Not yet.”
6: The way your tongue feels inside me, with your nose rubbing my clit, when you’re as desperate for air as you are for release.
7: You, finally thinking of me, asking me what my favorite things are.
What? You thought I’d want some flowers?