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Submissivestate: There Is Nothing Like The Feeling Of Sir’s Arms Wrapped Around Me. Bliss. L

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Savagesweare: You’re Mine To Play With. L

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Makemecryplease: Rolledtrousers: My Fingers, They Are Not Like Yours. Mine Never Played The Violin, So They Don’t Have That Slight Hardness To The Tips. They Went For The Bass Instead, And The Callouses Are Much Larger, Great Patches Of Tough Skin

Alibertinemusing: Pain It’s A Simple Gesture Between Your Thumb And Forefinger That Puts On A Clip And Then Takes It Off, But It’s The Not So Simple Magic Of Our Bodies That Produces The Pain In You. Nerve Endings Impinged And Sending Desperate Complex

Alibertinemusing: Quiet And Clamped Filled And Silenced, Blinded, Gagged, Plugged, Tied And Stilled, All Her Senses Get Focused…Focused On Two Small, Sharp, Throbbing Points That Make So Much Clear. L

Alibertinemusing: Contradictions And Presentation Corseted And Clamped, Primed And Primped, Each Layer Of Artifice And Pain Lays Her Bare, Makes Her More Naked Than If She Were Standing There In Her Skin Alone. My Choices Allow Her To Feel Free In Her

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