He was told not to move. His heart was racing. He didn’t know what was in store for him. He did it without question. He didn’t care. All he knew… he loved every fucking moment of it.
Hooooot.
Tag: handcuffs
Escape!
Hahaaa, fucking finally after three and a half hours I got myself out of these ‘inescapable cuffs’. I nearly broke my teeth at that slipknot and my wrists are red as hell, but luckily I managed in time, about an hour before I’d have to go through the humiliation of my bf coming home finding me like that!
Cooking diner for myself and eating was interesting to do though.
Ahahah oh gayboykink, you got yourself out of trouble this time but in the future your boyfriend might have to leave you tied up for your own safety. You’d think if you locked a boy’s cock up he’ll stay out of mischief, but no, apparently not.
Fuck.
Well, let’s see it from the bright side; I díd learn a way to make ‘inescapable’ handcuffs out of bondage rope…It’ll be at least a few hours until my boyfriend comes home. I bet he’ll laugh his ass off.
This is the epitome of my ‘kept boy problems’ tag. E for effort though.