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you WILL follow protocol!

What A Way To Go!

she stated she was afraid to come, concerned that she’d explode…poor thing

What I want

 my mind whirls with a flurry of thoughts.   Slowly isolated…not quite suffocated and the arousal coursing through my veins is intoxicating.  A mixture of fear and excitement….Auto in 10th gear.

If she has too explain, you won’t understand

the manwom mirror

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I like to do “things” to her

she grunts approval as the neck corset is tightened….that animal sound increases My excitement.  she’s everything I’ve wanted, My mirror image from the other side.

“Please Sir tighter?”  (I can only oblige)

Chains painstakingly wrapped through Devonshire “D” rings.  Blitzen holds her up on elevated toe tips as she attempts to fuck the plastic battery filled phallic set on low.

Oh..My kinky little fuck toy…alternating between satisfied manwom clit and breath.

Now…manwom would’ve continued her desperate attempt….hump….NO…breathe.   Withholding the safe word in a selfish orgasm attempt.

her higher power ends the torment….

Another day manwom….another night

you’re too valuable, and I’ve  decided you need to recover and wet your whistle

come down now

reflect

mirror image

La Petite Mort

Dear Mr. Hitachi

Oh…
How hideous?
His mind…the way it works
Bend Arch Contort
Locked in a way
her hay day
hers now His to play

What a mess it made

Lies Through Paper Thin Walls

Earlier in the day He’d begun to bleed again.  Always close to a scab…healed but with scar potential hopes had been ripped wide again.

(STOP PICKING AT IT OR YOU’LL NEVER HEAL)

So clever He thought Himself…His 2 & 1/2 reason chirade…and then it began….the bleeding

I wonder…is she somewhere else as she rides His cock?  her arms locked and crossed tightly between shoulder blades with rough unforgiving Sissel.  female breath…labored due to the tightly framed breasts…she fights to keep up with her lungs need…balancing the growing need for permission to come

I listen to T/them through My apartment walls and remember.  I listen to her muffled moans and think…must be a panel gag.

I hear faint slaps and the  resulting muffled squeels…her pain pleasure…her pain His pleasure…

Feeling her heat…warm and moist…tightening around His shaft…explosion.

My bed cold except for the indentation where I lay (lie)

Broken rules with no ending…perhaps His lie was too perfect

Manners (miha)

Wrists to ankles hung from the bough like a retro glass blown teardrop…

she contemplates the results of following strict protocol. 

what are you?  -  “a bondage slut, Sir”

what else are you…slut?  -  “i’m a pain slut Sir”

Good slut!….SMACK….searing, scorching, stinging heat.  God how it hurts, but the distraction of His thick cock filling her and touching her in new places she’d never felt pulled her back from the pain.

Then He pulls out
HOW DO YOU ASK…sLUT???

Please Sir….may I have another?

SMACK! 

These land on her strings of ham..He used both hands on each…marking now…outlines of full length fingers will remain in the fresh morning.

Reflecting the contrast between the effect of the blows, and each thick insertion.  Nerves redirected with each polite request…sensations of pain then pleasure…brought back and forth…uncontrolled intense attention.

Orgasm is the reward…eventually the marks will disappear.  her memory will remain.  Good manners rewarded

Boredom

Relieved:

Kneel!
instantly she drops
Knees apart…1 foot
measuring stick perfect
Lower your eyes!
practically closed
Shoulders back!
perfect dolly posture
I’ll feel My pussy now!
dripping
Middle finger flicks and fucks her clit!
Removing the fuck finger just after your climax with granted permission
Open your face hole slut!
kiss them for Me!

Damn banshies