I had prepared my typical droll responses about how my day
had gone only for them to vanish as I opened the door. I could only stare mouth open as I dropped mail
on the table and adjusted myself. She
stood, placed on display for me, not uttering a single word. Just staring, daring me to make the next
move. I paused for a brief moment
wondering who was it that helped tie her up but then pushed the thought aside
for later and walked toward her loosening my buckle. Freeing what it seemed she
desperately wanted that instant.
Photo Title: The House Wife
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Koukei
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