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I'll go on, slowly...
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Sep 29, 2011 10:30 pm
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I walk to my special closet, open it, and in the mirror doors I can see how she secretly takes a peak to see what is in it. I reach out for my bullwhip and see her shivering. I take it out and lay it down in front of her, rolled out, so she can see the length of it. I go back and pick up the rose flogger. Gently I let the roses caress her face. This whip too I lay on the floor in front of her.
Pulling on her hair again, I let her stand up.
“Take of your bolero, dear.”
Again I walk around her, looking how she stands before me. Her heavy breasts bare above her underbust corset, her skirt wide and long, and flowing around her ample hips. Around her hip a leather belt with 8 D rings. Picking up the back of her skirt and reaching beneath it, I feel the satin ribbons that will help me keep up the skirt.
I start with the ribbon right above her butt crack. Slowly I loop the ribbon through the D-ring and make a knot. I step back to see how her skirt barely shows her butt. Then I reach for the ribbons to the left and right of the first one, and fasten those. Now I can see more of her lovely white cheeks. It’s not enough for what I’ve got in mind, but for now it’ll do.
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Should I stop, or go on.....
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Sep 24, 2011 5:06 am
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writing my story.
I just started to write a story, but wonder if I should go on. What do you think?
She enters the room. Quiet and demure.
I wait, see what she will do.
She’s uncomfortable, doesn’t know what to do, what to expect. So she kneels down, her eyes downcast, silent. She knows not to speak until she’s spoken to.
I keep quiet, and wait some more. The clock ticks, one minute, two minutes… Observing how her cheeks slowly redden, how the open hands on her thighs start trembling. Is it anticipation or fear?
Suddenly I get up, and walk around her, looking at her from all sides. I grab her hair, and yank her head down to her back. Startled she looks up, right into my eyes, and I smile. She closes her eyes, as I stroke her cheek.
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