[ there it is again, good girl, and that phrase is really starting to become a problem for laura. the kind of problem that makes her squeeze her thighs together, makes her want to hear it again. and if, by the time he's giving the leash a tug, she's idly wishing that it was more like a collar wrapped around her throat, well that's a thought for later. ]
Yes, Tony.
[ something like sir is probably more fitting for whatever this is shaping up to be, but he hasn't asked laura for a title, and anyway his name rolls off the tongue much easier. reaching behind herself to unclip the clasp at her back is no great challenge, looping the arms out from underneath the straps and chains of the harness is only a little more difficult.
once she's done though, her hands come up to cup her breasts and she squeezes, gaze still levelled up at him the whole time, before she pulls the bra away from her chest and drops it onto the floor beside her. ]
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Yes, Tony.
[ something like sir is probably more fitting for whatever this is shaping up to be, but he hasn't asked laura for a title, and anyway his name rolls off the tongue much easier. reaching behind herself to unclip the clasp at her back is no great challenge, looping the arms out from underneath the straps and chains of the harness is only a little more difficult.
once she's done though, her hands come up to cup her breasts and she squeezes, gaze still levelled up at him the whole time, before she pulls the bra away from her chest and drops it onto the floor beside her. ]
Is that better?