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Her master towers over her with his hefty might. His eyes pierce through the shadows. Commanding and bold, he startles her. However, she capitulates to his aura. She succumbs to his will, a willing slave. Confined by his power, she cannot behave. His words are tender, his touch like a feather, she pines for his control, her soul in his hand. In the dungeon of rapture, they explore their appetite. Her master, like a bat, hovers over the dim light. Sweeps her with his wings to a waltz of submission. And takes her to the ride of darkness and delight. A coating of fear decorates her face. He surprises her with acts that leave her afraid. She is hesitant to continue her master’s calling. But her body is dissimilar, peachy, and pulsating. Her master takes her on a trip of ****** events. Where she gasps with fright, moans with pain, and pleasures herself to the sound of the rain. He takes what he wants; she surrenders it all. He puts her in her place with words of degradation. Then showers her with warmth and affection. Her master kisses her, just like aftercare. In each other’s arms they find solace in times of despair.
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May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 3:56 PM UTC
Exploring My Slave
Her master towers over her with his hefty might. His eyes pierce through the shadows. Commanding and bold, he startles her. However, she capitulates to his aura. She succumbs to his will, a willing slave. Confined by his power, she cannot behave. His words are tender, his touch like a feather, she pines for his control, her soul in his hand. In the dungeon of rapture, they explore their appetite. Her master, like a bat, hovers over the dim light. Sweeps her with his wings to a waltz of submission. And takes her to the ride of darkness and delight. A coating of fear decorates her face. He surprises her with acts that leave her afraid. She is hesitant to continue her master’s calling. But her body is dissimilar, peachy, and pulsating. Her master takes her on a trip of ****** events. Where she gasps with fright, moans with pain, and pleasures herself to the sound of the rain. He takes what he wants; she surrenders it all. He puts her in her place with words of degradation. Then showers her with warmth and affection. Her master kisses her, just like aftercare. In each other’s arms they find solace in times of despair.
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20/Gender Fluid/New York
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 3:56 PM UTC
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