“while Elizabeth is performing her heart out”
Two tiddlywinks.
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“Go on, don’t be shy,” he urged. “Tell the man what you want.“
"Could I have a glass of milk, please?” She flushed bright red and stared at the floor when the bartender handed her a pint glass, full almost to the rim, topped with a maraschino cherry skewered on one of those little pink swords.
“What do you say, sweetheart?”
“Th-th-thank you mister.”
- A certain somebody says his Sweetheart has to call other doms “Mister.”
- She looks a little bit like me so I’m just kinda throwing myself into this story – deal with it.
- I don’t like milk but oh my God this is so humiliating.
The mask is mockery. They all know who she is.
And now they all know what she is.
Squirm.
Buttons needed her shots and a checkup
before I could take her home from the pound.
They assured me the fleas were gone and that
with regular baths the smell would go away…
Plug that before you spill it, whore. You’re mopping up any waste with your face.
Want.
Aaaand I’ve got all sorts of chills and shivers.
So, yeah.
What he said.
Blush.
She thinks she’s been brought here to suck cock, so the duct tape is scaring her. She’s not sure what it’s for. What she doesn’t understand is that she’s been brought here to suffer, and the tape’s going to go over her pussy and mouth to make sure she doesn’t enjoy herself.
The one who’s been brought here to suck cock is still in the trunk.
Hey. Hey.
Play nice.
What must I say? Congratulations? Ooh how fantastically edgy?
Here, let me whip out my cock and spank my monkey to this piping-hot display of D/s carnality. Unf-unf *spurt*. Oh my monkey is so well and truly spanked.
Children, that is a terrible blade angle. Utterly ineffective. All it’s doing is scraping shaving soap off an already shaved cunt.
Oh. My god. That is edgy Daddy-care and knife play all in one. I would be incredibly inclined to wiggle but incredibly motivated to remain perfectly still. A tingling predicament.
Could you handle being defined
by a little science experiment in which
we throw a million ideas at the wall
and take note of which ones stick?