There's a vulnerability each time I let myself be spread open and tied up. The blindfold and gag take away any last bit of control, leaving me hyperaware of the tightness of the collar, the pinch of the nipple clamps, the buzzing of the wand on my clit...and the ruthless pounding of the fuck-machine. I'm alone with my thoughts, until they, too, disappear. And all I know is rush after rush of pleasure, until it overwhelms me. Xx