He liked the way I looked with the collar and handcuffs. He controlled me, caressing me with his hands, pushing me to the brink of orgasm.

He liked the way I looked with the collar and handcuffs. He controlled me, caressing me with his hands, pushing me to the brink of orgasm, then pulling me back at will, until I could no longer suppress my desire; I longed to possess him. The sex afterwards was a reward for my passionate climax. I liked being controlled by him, and he liked the way I looked with the collar and handcuffs.