Photos by Jace, April
Masturbation fantasy about Eric May 9 Eric called again tonight. He said the same things as before, he prefers the safety of fantasy to uncontrolled reality. But I felt happy, not frustrated, after the call. For bed I wore a buttoned blouse. I used my Little Mary rope and bound my torso carefully. I unbuttoned the blouse and exposed my breasts. I put c-clamps on beneath my nipples. I twisted my white cotton panties and jammed the center in my mouth. I tied it there with the torn slip, knotted over my open mouth. I lowered myself to even pressure on the dildo and held a vibrator to the clit. In my mind I imagined Eric orchestrating me on a table, nipple-clamps strung upward, legs up. Then I switched to accommodate the present position. I pictured myself suspended this way over Eric, him lying on a table, tip of his cock pressed to my vulva, his hands holding the brace-rope which would lower me. I threw my head back and looked upward, imagining a ceiling mirror so Eric would glance up to see my eyes. I struggled, thrashing uselessly in suspension, unable to escape. Tossing my shoulders, I felt pleasurable tugs as the c-clamps pulled gently on my breasts. Very good sensation. I shook like that all the way to orgasm, my whole body playing at the struggle. Perhaps fantasy can be better than reality for me too!
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