She tried to resist. She truly did. He’d entered her house without warning and when his eyes met her, she froze. Then he spoke, and his words just flowed through her mind, like a haze falling over her senses. He told her to descend the stairs

She tried to resist. She truly did. He’d entered her house without warning and when his eyes met her, she froze. Then he spoke, and his words just flowed through her mind, like a haze falling over her senses. He told her to descend the stairs

She Glared Up At Him. There Was Nothing Else She Could Do. She Couldn’t Move From This Position, Trapped On Her Knees, Her Fingers Touching The Floor. Positioned The Way He Wanted Her, Encased In The Latex He’d Chosen For Her. He Liked Her

On Her Knees.cuffed.knowing She’s Helpless.knowing He Can Do Anything He Wants To Her.the Way She Knows She Belongs.

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Look, Sometimes You Just Want To Take The Three Most Popular Cheerleaders At Your School And Have Them Compete To See Which One Gets The Most Of Your Cum. After That, You Just Make You Have Them Wave Their Pom-Poms (And Their Pert Little Tits) And Have

Do You Want It, You Pathetic Little Whore? Do You Want Your Master’s Cock Buried In Your Throat So That You Choke And Gag On It, Until I Cum In Your Mouth And Make You Slurp It All Down? Tell Me What A Desperate, Cheap Cunt You Are And Maybe I’ll

Know Your Place.

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She Couldn’t Move. Not Without His Permission Anyway. He’d Put Her Down On The Bed After Dressing Her In This .. This.. This Terrible, Humiliating Outfit. From The Corner Of Her Eyes She’d Been Able To See He’d Done Something To Her Hair

Now, Here’s The Problem. You Were A Very Rude Bitch To Me At The Club Tonight, Which I Simply Cannot Abide. You Bumped Into Me And Spilled My Champagne, Which Was Bad Enough, But You Didn’t Even Apologize For It.so, What We’re Going To Do

“What Is Your Purpose?”She Stood There On Display, Trying To Think. Her Purpose? What Did That Mean? She Wasn’t Some Kind Of Thing Or Object.thing.object.“My Purpose Is To Obey My Master,” She Said. She Could Hear The Words She Spoke,

Lately, Her Husband Had Some Performance Issues&Amp;Hellip; It Is Only The Second Time She Is Going To Yield To The Advances Of Another Man. The First Time She Though It Had Been A Once-In-A-Lifetime Momentary Error Of Judgement&Amp;Hellip; But Now She Knows

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