What besides did she have to look forward to? Days of sterility, of frosty tile in the kitchen and bath, of new appliances, a blooming lawn. Perhaps she saw her life as blanketed in cotton, suppressed to the point of suffocation. But at night, she is taken completely by her secretive dreams, and stolen minutes surfing the Net at midnight.
Keywords - fetish, slavery, sex.
The pictures she found took her over. Like an be unclosed well, they drew her in. She vibrated from the inside. Skin, congeries, breasts manhandled, nipples in metal clamps or pierced through with needles. Throughout the dilatory weeks of her pointless days of safe living, of measured active, she went to the computer at night. And there she sententious precept red stripes left by the fall of the lash, shackles, gags, uncovered bodies wrapped bdsm tube in plastic and taped. Looking at the pictures, she shook. She drenched her underwear, consummately white.
Bleach will fix the stain bdsm slavery stories, she thought bdsm sluts. More bleach.
At more point, bleach no longer works.
So she gave herself over to the corrupt. She abandoned one world for another. She allowed herself to have existence stripped and hung in a cage. And the Master poured the unoccupied space full of skin, of bdsm videos breasts, of flesh in the raw, the imbue with odor of sex, heat, rapid heart, whip slashing the body. And this unoccupied space was not of white tile in straight lines. This room was made of chipped bricks, defectiveness. Desire.
She drank it. She bathed in it. The velvet folds of her labia trembled.
She began her nocturnal arrangement in the same manner in which she lived her other life. Like she was divided, like some firewall protected her from flame. But as he border her tighter, as he increased the pressure, the pain, as he exacted from her every pound of flesh, as he groped her pale breasts, plunged her abounding of penis-like objects, as he pushed her over some cleft edge, she lost control.
The perfect lines of white tile were crushed. Her days of unproductiveness forgotten. She became a creature of incredible want, of indelible marks left by rope and cane. And she wanted it that way. She wanted to a greater degree, wanted that dark cleft, the hidden shelf.
During her nights, he drenches her by craving, then bleeds her dry, as though he is an drag weight. During her nights, she wouldn’t have it any other course.
But her days are filled with white tile. Straight lines.
Bleach command fix the stain, she keeps thinking.
I need more bleach.
Release: 2001
Size: 75.6 Mb
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