Finally, we got my arms and wrists secured behind the back of the chair, and before I knew it he was slipping a ballgag into my mouth and fastening that behind my head too, taking extra care to not pull my long hair. How helpless and perfect and pampered I felt! He grabbed my tits and my neck and told me to look at myself. I looked ahead in the mirror and I loved everything I saw. I was a perfect little doll for him.
He admired me with kisses, running his fingertips up and down my body. Then he blindfolded me too.
"Good girl."
Q said this throughout our fun, always inbetween these dizzyingly intense moments of teasing me all over. It made me melt every time. I moaned and whimpered, tiny shocks of excitement up and down my whole body.
