This is the one I enjoy most, because it is the only thing on my list where you have to stop talking. Everything else, you get to keep explaining yourself. Not this.
I sit, you go quiet, and I carry on with my evening. I will talk about my day. I will talk to somebody else. I will remember, eventually, that you are there. Being ignored while you are underneath somebody is a very particular humiliation, and there is nothing else quite like it.
Forced bi, and the strap-on that follows
I do not ask whether you want to. I ask how long you have been thinking about it, which is a different question with a different answer, and yours is usually longer than you meant to admit.
Then it happens the way I decide it happens. You will be prepared first, in stockings, in the position I put you in, and you will be described to yourself the entire time. Being narrated is worse than being ordered. Men work that out around ten minutes in.
