I reach again into my bag of BDSM magic and pull out 10 small shiny crocodile clips. One by one these are attached to the rim of your cock head, draw...ng a little blood as they bite into the tender skin of your dick. It hurts but I have forbidden you to so much as wince. A lot more joyfully painful than those sissy clothespins you have used before.I leave you to feel the joy/pain for at least 10 minutes before releasing you from the clips and the ball binding.Next from my bag is a ball. I WAS IN LOVE WITH A BI SEXUAL MAN THAT WAS GUESS WHAT YOU GOT IT MARRIED AND YOUNG AND ONE FINE CATCH. IT WAS IF FATE HAD A HAND IN IT WE WERE SO MUCH ALIKE IN THE WEIRD AND TWISTED WAYS. SO WE WERE EVENLY MATCHED EXCEPT ON ONE ASPECTS I WAS A DOM AND SO IS HE SO THAT WAS A HELL OF CLASH IT IS HARD FOR ME TO EVEN BE ON MY BACK TO LET HIM MAKE LOVE TO ME BECAUSE I FEEL VULNERABLE IN THAT POSITION AS FAR AS DOGGY OR ME ON TOP OR ANY OTHER POSITION I AM COOL BUT MISSIONARY LEAVES ME WAY TO OPEN. They hadn’t figured out how Ariadne had turned on the lights in the throne room, and she hadn’t responded to any of their questions about it.Marco, in the lead, stopped and whirled around. “Could they?” he asked, shocked.“They last for a while, but we’ve been down here all day,” Treya said, her voice hesitant. “I didn’t notice if Ellerie replaced the lights in the lanterns before she left. Shavala, you can see in the dark, can’t you?”“Only movement, but I can manage well enough with my elder. The mansion was large, but looked somewhat run down. The grass on the lawn looked like it hadn’t been cut for months, with various weeds sticking tall among the otherwise homogeneous grass. The mansion itself looked like it could use a fresh coat of paint, and most of the many windows of the structure had a layer of dust on them.Doesn’t look like the finest trader in Saltmarsh, Vennoa thought. Either that, or not much trading is done around here.The party kept their thoughts to themselves, but.