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Submission
He is bent over the chair's high back
waiting in naked anticipation
for the whip's hard crack.
When it comes, like a thunderous smack,
he staggers and writhes in its intensity,
his exposed cock is bobbing in its density.
The pain almost brings him to his knees
~~ no more, please ~~
I can see it in his eyes.
I run the leather across his thighs
He shivers.......and sighs.
CRACK!!!
a cry
CRACK!!!
another
I drop the whip
My hands stray down to his slender hips,
to his burning ass
I caress....
I rub....
he trembles
I caress....
I rub....
he trembles harder
My meek dove
I caress lower
sobbing, he pushes into my hand
I rub his arousal and....
he cums
he cums
he cums...........
My toy,
my good boy
This isn't 50 Shades Of Grey
I'm not Anastasia
He's not Mr. Grey
I am his MISTRESS
He is MY SLAVE
I
waiting in naked anticipation
for the whip's hard crack.
When it comes, like a thunderous smack,
he staggers and writhes in its intensity,
his exposed cock is bobbing in its density.
The pain almost brings him to his knees
~~ no more, please ~~
I can see it in his eyes.
I run the leather across his thighs
He shivers.......and sighs.
CRACK!!!
a cry
CRACK!!!
another
I drop the whip
My hands stray down to his slender hips,
to his burning ass
I caress....
I rub....
he trembles
I caress....
I rub....
he trembles harder
My meek dove
I caress lower
sobbing, he pushes into my hand
I rub his arousal and....
he cums
he cums
he cums...........
My toy,
my good boy
This isn't 50 Shades Of Grey
I'm not Anastasia
He's not Mr. Grey
I am his MISTRESS
He is MY SLAVE
I
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