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I’m giving you a special treat today. Instead of making you use the whipping bench I’m allowing you to bend over my lap. I’m wearing a dress made from dark red, rather stiff silk, with a full skirt and lots of petticoats. From your position, all you can Continue reading The First Cut is the Deepest. If you’d rather listen than read, please click here… Dinner? There’s no dinner. I haven’t had time for that. I’ve been…busy. You were the one who sent for the handyman. Sent for him to do those jobs around the house that you could do yourself – if Continue reading The Handyman’s Son If you’d rather listen than read, just click here. I see you looking at me. That hot glance across the room – hot enough to burn me – if I were susceptible to such glances. But then, you don’t know any better. You’ve never seen me before. Never Continue reading Alley – oops? If you’d rather listen than read, just click here… It starts in your belly. The thick sweet tension. The desire. It spreads in a warm wave throughout your body until you’re sick with it. Your head spins, your mouth is dry, your tongue, surely, twice it’s normal size. Your Continue reading The Ecstacy of Pain |
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