Puppet sex with Octavio!
Feeling the strings tug at your arms until they are taut above your head, the weight of the puppeteer straddling your waist and grinding against you a welcome distraction to the unfamiliar pull.
Your breath faltering as a gloved hand is placed softly across your neck, threatening to squeeze down if you try and sever the bindings so lovingly affixed to your limbs. A saccharine giggle from above snaps your attention back to your self-appointed master, and the wide, impish smile paired with half-lidded eyes do nothing to quell the uneasiness swirling in your chest. A deceivingly chaste kiss is placed to your lips, and a single sentence is whispered against your ear before your vision goes dark.
“Close your eyes and let me put on a private puppetshow.”