LEASHES

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝗪𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄. ⁣

Take control, and lead your submissive with one of our exquisite artisan BDSM leashes that blurs the lines between beauty and bondage. That tactile feel of leather. Cool metal chain warming against the skin. Pure Indulgence, with the gleam of silver and glint of gemstone.

Pure indulgence.

 
IMAGINE ...
Warm full lips touched hers, softly, tenderly. She sighed into his mouth, and he breathed it in.⁣
⁣Raising his head, he looked straight into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”⁣
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Her eyes softened, she gave him a brief nod of her head.⁣
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“I need to hear it, I need you to say the words.”⁣
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“Of course, I trust you, Sir.”⁣
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Damn that made him hard as a rock.⁣
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He kept his eyes locked with hers as he very slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the leash. Her eyes instantly dropped, and he heard her soft gasp. He didn’t move, merely waiting an eternity until she finally raised her eyes back to his. So damn blue.⁣
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It took her a moment to realize exactly what he held. A leash?
Oh shit ...⁣

But it certainly didn’t look like any ‘leash’ she’d ever seen. She felt the blood rush thru her, heating her. Settling into her core. The chain of the leash was so delicate dangling from his big hand. She realized that it was more symbolic than functional. The handle was black leather with a silver pattern riveted on the top. An amethyst glistened in the dim light. He’d chosen well, it matched her collar and was truly beautiful.⁣
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As she raised her gaze back to his, she was stunned by the sheer power of his eyes. Hungry. Possessive.⁣
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She barely heard him, his voice low and raspy. “On your knees, kitten.”⁣
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She drifted down and held the position he’d taught her. Her head automatically tilted toward to polished wood, but his fingers lifted her chin. Warm fingers brushed the skin of her throat as cool metal feathered down her chest and into her cleavage.⁣
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Click. ⁣
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A sudden pull on the chain pulled her head up. Closer.⁣
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“Let’s begin. Follow me, kitten.”⁣
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🖤🖤🖤⁣