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Jun 2016
The pain builds slow but sudden,
The ache slow and steady.
The escalation, fast and burning,
I scream, begging,
Not for mercy..
Not for it to ever stop....
Just begging for those words,
Please Master...
I'm begging Sir...
Please!
Master?
I hear him breathe in....
Slowly, controlled...
Yes Kitten.
I explode...
Screaming in primal pleasure..
Thank you Master...
You're welcome baby girl.
Then it begins again..
The want...
It never leaves,
Never lessens.
Thank you Master.
His Gweniverre
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