Oh, God… He’s going to edge me… On our vast marriage bed, blindfolded and restrained, quivering, I wait. Lying on my back – sort-of - my hands are cuffed over my head to the bars of the headboard. Legs folded back so I’m doubled back on myself, my ankles too are cuffed to the bars, spread wide, exposing everything I have to my Master. A pillow pushed under my ass supports my back. The rest of me vibrates with tension. My heart bangs and with the movement, small somethings bounce against my breasts, I’m guessing jewels to match the earrings and necklace my Master gifted me. But clipped to my n*****s by biting teeth, with every heartbeat, the dancing gems bob and tug, sending pinpoint pain skittering to my open and welling p***y. somethingsAnd there’s more to this ‘gift’? Fingers touch