שטויות שרשמתי בפטלייף

There's some things that cannot be changed, such as the turmoils of bondage and the snug fit of leather and coarse hemp rope against the soft skin, but some things are more enjoyable.

Harsh spanks until there's only pain and lust in one's eyes, the craving for more, to be handled wrongly and with intimidating affection.
Hair pulled, choked by the neck and slapped across the face when one feels like it.
The harsh reality is, why bother with restraints when you have a participant who's more than yearning to be abused and manhandled? It is her choice after all, to entrust you with that kind of control.

Submission and control don't come cheap, there's trust to be earned and an emotional attachment to be abused without being restrained. Knowing that while she can escape and leave - she's staying because she wants to, she wants to have your hand imprinted on her behind, the feeling of your warm hand around her neck.

The idea of teasing and abusing a woman to the point that she simply cannot take it anymore, to the point where she is so desperate to reach her orgasm from having her orifice spread apart by something of yours, there's a special spot in my heart and mind for women who simply put - tend to lose control when suddenly being given it.
Seeing the docile little lady who was spanked without remorse, fingered roughly but not deep enough to sate her desires, choked and had hair pulled to look up at you - turn into a ravenous little monster who wants nothing more than to cum and nothing more. That sense of primal instinct, not a thought in mind other than just to finally have her release and her orgasm.

Now that... is fun.