He said, “I chose you. All of you, not some idealized version of you. But you, I choose you.” Me: “I wish my brain would just believe it.” He said, “and I’ll keep telling your brain as long as I need to.”
Encased in leather. Gagged beneath the hood. Legs bound. Balls stretched. Poppered. Dick teased. 🖤
@BoundtobeOli was a very happy lad as he edged closer and closer! 😈
🔜 Cumming to JFF on Friday
🔗 Link in bio
Kneel, legs wide, head low, tongue out. Rock back and forth to move your tongue over boot. Your world shrinks to just tongue on leather. There is nothing else. Lick slowly, methodically, covering all the leather. Upper first, then shaft. Keep going until he gives another command.
Some leather pics from the Sunday Social!! Because I was taking too many photos, we missed the group photo, but that’s okay, I was feeling real good in my gear tonight!
Every evening, the gimp will be kept tightly bound in its straitjacket, hooded, gagged and gasmasked while I relax with a drink. It could be left like this for hours.