Walk Me Like a Dog, Put Handcuffs on Me and Come on My Face

You kneel, feeling the collar’s gentle grip and the leash’s subtle pull, every movement a willing surrender to his guidance. On all fours, you follow his lead, each step heightening that quiet thrill of power shared and given. At the bed, your wrists meet the cool click of handcuffs. Vulnerability floods your senses, making every breath sharper, more alive. His gaze meets yours, a silent agreement: you’ve chosen this moment, each sensation, together. As he comes on your face, warmth and release wash over you. It’s an intimate surrender, a moment of bliss sealed by trust and careful attention. A soft cloth, a gentle wipe—then freedom. The connection lingers, sweeter now, a secret treasured by both.