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Fear It’s a scary thing to stand in front of his door, waiting for him to answer. Those last-minute thoughts chase themselves through my head - did I forget an instruction? Have I licked all my lipstick off already? What if he doesn’t answer? And then he opens the door and beckons me inside, takes the toy bag that just masquerades as my purse and doesn’t say a word. I stand there, waiting, for his commands, his pleasure. The door closes behind me and no sooner am I in the room, does he have me facing the nearest wall. He whispers in my ear "Hi baby ", "How are we doing this evening?". He bends down to trace the line on my stocking from my heel up my leg to my inner thigh. He can tell I've been thinking about him. "Oh baby, what a mess you've made" and brings his fingers to my lips and has me lick them clean. I feel him work his way up my back to the zipper on my dress, and he pulls it down and has me step out of my dress.” How lovely you look, my sweet baby girl.” You followed my instructions perfectly, didn’t you?” I had, no bra, no panties, garter belt, thigh-high stockings, heels, and let's not forget the clover nipple clamps that had now started to bite into my nipples so hard that with every slight movement they brought tears to my eyes. The begging ensues as I try to plead with him about clamps. I know this is useless. I know by now my makeup is running down my cheeks, mixed with tears. “Not until you come, princess.” His hand is on the inside of my thigh again, working its way towards my aching sex. His fingers work their way to my clit and begin to rub in tiny wet circles in slow rhythmic motions. I start to feel warm and I feel the orgasm building from deep inside me. I begin to shake from the intensity of it. Finally, I come, whimpering all the while from pain and ecstasy. He removes the clamps, “Good girl”. he whispers once again in my ear. Our night begins. ~M  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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No, J, there isn't. xoxo. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Yes, I do as a matter of fact. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Thank you  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I love every word of this ! "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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another well written blog. don't know where you find what you post but i look forward to reading your blogs every day. thanks "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I was reliving every word of this. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I was reliving every word of this.
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Mmmmm. Nice story
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2/13/2020 12:23 pm |
I am always too much of a softie when it comes to removing nipples clamps. I must stand firm!
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2/13/2020 7:11 am |
Obedience is at best a mixture of pride and humility. How you see yourself is not how you give yourself. You are graceful in your humility, guarded in your pride because you know there is no peace or quieting of your restless soul until it obeys the voice in your ear. Your fear isn't really fear . . Just insecurity again.
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I love every word of this !
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She is Lovely. reminds me of a distant passed.
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Real lovely picture!
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another well written blog. don't know where you find what you post but i look forward to reading your blogs every day. thanks
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Just a memory. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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