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I greet you in my bedroom with a rope hanging from the ceiling, in some red lingerie and heels. I tell you about my kink for ******** my lovers, both in BDSM play and during sex. Something about that risk, that danger, really gets me off. I love seeing your face turn red, and hearing you gasp for air. I love how hard it makes your dick. I love to get fucked by you and fuck you too when you're hanging by a rope from the ceiling. I have many tie points securely lodged into the beams above my bed. I tell you about my darkest fantasies of taking the life of you, my lover, my submissive. About pushing the bed away and leaving you swinging. About fucking you in the mouth while you gasp for air, restricting your breath further. I know this is making you hard, so ***** yourself for me while you beat off, I'll tell you all my dirtiest, darkest fantasies while you push yourself to the edge for me. You never know when one of us will take things too far, and put you out of your misery.