Lucid Lavender: Furious Boy Trapped In The Triangle

Metal bondage and denial is so unforgiving. He’s so mad, thrashing in my little love triangle like prey. Poor thing thought he was done using him. How cute. But in my world, every angle cuts deep, and I always pull the strings. Keep squirming; I love it. I’ll lean in behind you and whisper how I own you and stroke you from behind. Stuck boy. Stuck pet.