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I love My Men Leashed. I hold your hand, while we walk, enjoying some free time and a nice weather outside. You go a bit behind me, following my directions and keeping your head down. People looking at us: the notice how beautiful I am and how average you are. They think what such a perfect sexy doll like doing with you. They think that you are shy and afraid even believe that I am here with you. But we both know that is not true: you are horny like hell and your cock is so hard, that it becomes hard to hide it. In the morning I put a white collar on your neck, lock it tight enough for you to feel it, but not too much that will make you chock on the way. I also zipped the short leather leach to your new accessory, thin enough to hide under your shirt, but pretty strong to hold you.
I love My Men Leashed
You feel embarrassed, while we go to your campus: you need to hand in an essay for this week, you already missed a deadline. Your classmates follow us with the stare: jealousy, need, necessity. They cannot take their eyes from us. Men whispers about you being such a pussy; women how low you fell down in your dirty desires.
We walk through the hallway, I stop for a minute, look around and **** you in one of the seminar rooms. I slam the door behind us: reading my eyes, you fall on your knees and start kissing my boots. You lick them with your tongue, cleaning from duct and outside dirt. I lick my own lips and looking at you: so obeying and so weak at your will. Such a greedy needy little whore, who needs to be humiliated in order to get hard enough. Such a pitiful show. I bend towards you and grabbing your shirt, pulling it up and ripping on you. You lift your head with a fear in your eyes: this is your only shirt and without it you will be half naked, when it will be time to leave. I smirk.
After that, I take the leash in my hand and pull it towards me, making you loss your breath and get up from your knees. I push you to the desk and order you to bend over. Tell you to spread your legs and lift your ass. You breathe fast and sharp: you know, someone may come in any time, because it is almost the end of a lunch time. I can see how nervous you are. Sweating and shaking. You are ready to jump and run. But also you know, I wont let you do that until I am satisfied with my play. You look over your shoulder and showing me your scared face. I only shake my head and smile: “we have just started, boy”.