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Scent of Approval (My Good Girl condensed)

I am standing tall and naked in a dark and dusty doorway
wearing only leather bracelets and a spiked boots this day
in my hand I wield a disobedience corrector
it is a crop whip for me to use as I desire

I stare at you from across the dark and dusty room
lit only by candle, it’s light cascades a dreary loom
cold stone floors and walls dressed in mid-evil tapestries
nailed to the overhead beams are torn women’s panties.

You are on your mat against the wall where you are to wait patiently
wearing only the red panties and tall boots that I allow you graciously
you are on your knees with your head down, hair covering your skin
you carefully glance up at me but I tell you to lower your chin

crawl over to me I want to see what you have to offer
you hurry to me and cling to my leg and say “yes sir master”
pure angelic skin, a smooth canvas for my pleasure
lust and desire wrapped up in innocents and fear

I kneel down to you and turn your face to a mirror
I use my hands and gently move your hair to see you clearer
stunning painted eyes done in black with red sweeping back
your lips succulent and desperate open slightly with a crack

I face your body as you are to remain on your knees
I pull your hands behind you and bind them as I please
I kneel next to you as my hands reach out to your face
I roughly rub them on your lips and eyes, smearing the disgrace

I rub the black makeup down your cheeks like you were crying
I smudge your lipstick around your mouth as you are watching
Look in the mirror, this is how a tramp should look
Then I throw the rope that binds you over a hook

I pull up until your hands are high and it bends you over
Pick your head up and look at what you are, a slutty whore
I kneel down in front of you and gaze into your eyes and wink
Then I slap you hard enough to sting but you don’t even blink

I walk behind you and slide my hands under your panties and rub
I grab them tight and rip them off of your body with a strong tug
I put them to my face and I breathe in your greedy scent and say
“This little piggy is excited, I can smell your cunt likes it this way”
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