My Masters love
Quitly waiting my eyes downcast,calming my heat by force.I await your leather gloved hand upon my fevered quivering skin.You speak my name curtly. Obediently i crawl to your lap.Placing my hands for you to bind,my will to please you carries me,though the racing fear pleasure you call me slave.
I stand against the cold stone,my eyes cloaked in darkness,as i await for the the slicing of the whip,its kiss of pain pleasure,you growl my name.My hot flesh reddened and sore.You explore my mosit depths.Slamming into my waiting body.You explode in your desire.You whisper m yname in love
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