I am the shadow of the beautiful slave.

There she is, she is naked, she wears a large leather slave collar, with a small chain.
She asks "Do I please you like this ?"
How to say otherwise ?

Nawa-kin dresses her with her ropes, her Master places his slave kneeling on a red stool, I also sit on a stool. Nawa-kin gifts me with the bondage of my head, throat, eyes, breasts I think — there wasn't a testimonial photo of my head.

She wraps the rope around my eyes, and I slowly plunge, I release my thoughts, I enter the space of the profound present ... and she places my hand on the body of the slave.
The first touch, a soft waxy quality, I grope, it's an arm, I lightly caress her, her breasts are taken by other hands, I go down her arm and she takes my hand. I gently remove the little towel rolled in her hand, I clasp her hand, I don't let go, like the fulcrum of complicity.

I move lower, towards her sex captured by rope. I caress her, I gently release her lips, I caress her.
My thoughts resurface, I have the impression that I'm also a slave myself, blind, groping, these ropes free me from the emotion of vision, I'm just myself with her, with them, in the shadow of the beautiful slave.

I slide my fingers gently, it slides, it's humid, and it opens. Nawa-kin finds a latex glove with a little gel, I smear her, I start to penetrate, gently, then even more... I look for the pleasure points, I add fingers, and then... she begins to move, I can feel her excitement, I use four fingers and I rapidly pump... I want her to come, I don't know if she's tired... I slow down.

I come back from the voyage, Nawa-kin undoes the ropes, light comes in, later I see the rest of the picture in the photo. I am the shadow of the beautiful slave.