She walks me over to the cross, knowing that I am familiar with it. Grabbing the back of my hair suddenly, She pulls me up to where I am standing."You...know this. Get in position. Now."Scrambling, I scurry over to the cross and place both of my arms against the velvet side of the wooden cross, spreading my legs to where they are exposing all of me. And by all, I mean ALL. Securing my wrists with soft handcuffs, Mistress takes the leash and drapes it over the connecting pieces of the cross. She. Size: 179Weight: 76 kgPenis: 20 cm (measure again, if it is not enough, then he comes again on the rack)Marital status: married (and very long)Germany, City: Trierdepending on the mood dominant and submissive (wat is dat actually ??)not sadistic and masochisticsexual orientation is heteroWho would you search ?: sporty / sexy / interesting womanrarely shave me wet and dry in the tail area, at armpits and upper bodyI am not circumcised (the foreskin rolls back so well)not tattooed, not pierced. Take it in your hand. Holds it. Posses it. Not in harsh ownership. Not in obvious ownership. Tentative yet certain. Accepting my submission to your love.I tear my lips free. Unwillingly they part. I kiss your eyes. You close your eyelids. Smile introvertly. I kiss the tip of your nose and the smile widens.When I kiss your long neck it yields. Yields to the kiss it receives. I kiss you under the chin and you tilt your head back. Opening up. Surrendering. Exposing your throat to the deadly bite.. We 69’d for awhile, then decided penetration was the order of the day.Honey guided me into her cunt. While stroking, I noticed she was kind of into it, but not extremely so. I tried to adjust my position, as well as changing my fondling, nibbling, etc. To no avail, unfortunately. I stopped and asked, “Are you O.K.? Should we stop?” “No, it’s just me. I don’t get excited by the ‘usual’ things. What you’re doing is nice, but there’s.