khrome

My breathing nearly drowns the already muffled sound of voices around me, but it’s all I can do not to shudder with anticipation. When Ellie offered me the opportunity, a shiver ran down my spine, and now I’m sitting here, on my knees waiting, giddy with excitement. It’s strange being isolated like this. I’m blindfolded and nearly deaf, and the ball gag only allows sounds. Not that I have that much to say anyway.I imagen my current outfit, the suit and straps enveloping me, the mask, and then my first suit flashes before my mind. It was cheap compared to my current suit, but it did the job. It’s crazy how far I’ve come in just half a year. Seems all it takes for a life altering change is a good friend inviting you to experience her hobby and/or fetish.It started so innocently, just accompanying her to a BDSM club because she asked, but I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t piqued my curiosity. What even went on in such a club? I’ve seen a few videos online, but are they really true to