Published: November 2nd 2024, 6:59:15 pm
Morning dawns in the hotel room, casting soft light across the rumpled sheets. @teenslaave02-sir and I are barely dressed, wrapped up in our masks, a touch of lace, and the familiar embrace of our restraints. I’m in my purple lingerie, with mittens keeping my hands locked away, a constant reminder of who I belong to. Lina lies beside us in her white set, her wrists bound in soft cuffs since last night, sharing in our love for that lingering, overnight restriction. There’s something so grounding, so intimate, about waking up in that state — two submissive bodies held perfectly in check by their respective Masters.
Our focus shifts to him, lying between us, a warm presence that we both lean into, guided by desire and obedience. My lips find their way to his cock, and Lina joins me, our mouths teasing, licking, and savoring every inch. Just as we’re settling into our morning rhythm, Lina’s Master steps in, curious to see how we’ve been behaving. He watches us, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, before leaning over to check how wet I am. And naturally… I’m super wet. His approval is palpable as he reminds me yet again of how tight I am, how I’m one of the tightest sluts he’s ever known. His praise slips right under my skin, leaving me flushed and more eager than ever.
The energy between us is electric but disciplined, bound by the protocols and rituals that shape our dynamic. For us, moments like this aren’t just casual intimacy — they’re an expression of our submission, a space where obedience and pleasure merge seamlessly. This morning is pure bliss, drenched in obedience and locked in restraint, the perfect way to begin the day.