The new cuffs make opening myself up that much easier, but it’s not magic. Rather, the steady, even, irresistible pressure on my wrists has a way of snapping me into a deep subspace; a place where my body and mind gape open with need.
POV: I'm the new girl in school and you offered to bring me to the school park to show me around, while talking you tried to upskirt me. You wanted to look at the pictures at home and when you do, you see this. What would you do? 😝