r/Chandigarh_GW

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16 hours of travel, to fuck the absolute shit out of this 32yo! Worth every second.

Ps: I don't get why every chubby girl is conscious of her body, we find that very hot

She asked me to try her thong but seems like it's way too big for that,
DM if you're looking for some hangouts, Meetups, Makeouts or maybe Virtual

You’re standing in a crowded train, one hand on the pole, the other resting near your throat like you’re just adjusting your scarf. No one else can see the thin leather under the fabric. No one else knows that the slight weight of it is the only reason your cunt is already wet this early in the morning.

That’s how it starts with me.

I don’t kick the door in. I let you talk. I let you explain your limits in careful detail, let you tell me the things that scare you and the things that make you drip. I remember all of it. Then I use the exact same information to take the choices away from you later. That is the real CNC. The moment you realise the trust you offered is now the thing holding you down while I take what I want anyway. You’ll struggle, you’ll try to close your legs, you’ll say no with a shaking voice, and I’ll still use you until you’re shaking for a different reason.

The collar stays on outside because I decided it would. The leash stays in my hand through markets and stations. You’ll keep walking even when your face burns, because stopping would only draw more eyes. A quiet “kneel” in an empty stairwell and you’ll drop without thinking. I’ll make you thank me for every strike that lands, every time I deny your orgasm and leave you aching, every time I use your mouth or cunt and walk away like you were nothing more than a convenient hole. You’ll hate how wet you get from being called exactly what you are while people walk past a few metres away.

You can tell yourself this is temporary. You can swear the next time you’ll walk away. Your body already knows better. It keeps the ache between your legs as a reminder. It keeps the memory of the collar weight and the way you presented on command long after the leather is off. It keeps bringing you back to the same quiet voice that never needed to raise itself to make you obey.

I don’t need you to say yes out loud. You’re already wet reading this. That is answer enough.