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| Will update MAYBE.... FetLife :)
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Her face pressed to the floor the gag held deep in her mouth, saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth, hands bound parallel at the wrists, with black silk rope neatly tied under and over her breasts, each bound tightly making them firm as they touched the coolness of the floor, the tie forced her down as her legs had been bound to the harness around her breast, leaving her vulnerable, a sweet peach red from the crop, her labia soft and moist ready for more treatment from the vibrator, but first her anus lubbing that ring and pushing the steel in working it a little at a time, deeper until only the end showed pressing the button three times making it purr seated with that little hole, the second slipped in her pussy she will it in as it disappears in the slippery pussy, it was time to take the flogger to this slave.... |
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I hear and read a lot about distance, its too far, No it’s not... if you hold something deeply within yourself for a person then distance will never get in the way, it is how I got my experiences in the lifestyle over the years not just here in the UK but abroad too, and if health permits I will do so again, it an excuse but not if your tied down by family commitments, your only letting opportunities slip through your fingers and out of your life, never knowing what would have been..... |
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A lovely little song by Patrick Bruel with translation bellow...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCBiH5gKt6g
Farewell
She just left her home
A croissant, a laugh
Her husband told her that she is beautiful
But in an hour she will die
She did not choose his fate
Right there at the wrong time
Since he had to take the train
Madrid and weeping for her children
Farewell
We're all in the dark
If you do not exist
At least that knowledge
Farewell
I have more questions
My eyes are damaged
My heart goes wild
His wife is expecting a second daughter
She swears she will not be any more
He touches her belly, eyes shining
Why just this bus stop?
Why this is so covered?
It's so hot in Netanya
The blood mixes with the earth
And the world is speechless
Farewell
We're all in the dark
If you no longer exist
At least that knowledge
Farewell
I hear more history
My eyes are tired
My heart loses memory
9:16, he is late
As to very nearly every day
But now it's too late
He did not go up in the tower
He sees running towards him shouting
He crossed eyes screaming in fear
Why these tears, why not him?
And this life to dust in the heart
Farewell
We're all in the dark
If you do not exist
At least that knowledge
Farewell
There are so many questions
My eyes are exhausted
My heart goes wild
Farewell
We're all in the dark
If you no longer exist
At least that knowledge
Farewell
He demanded of you
Tell them it's not you Who wanted it all |
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Kneeling in front of the stool straps tight on your thighs, legs apart with the bar, wrists held in a two column tie held at the ankles, breast bound to bursting, nipple crushed flat with clamps, screwed tight to a cord, that holds a weight, watching you can only stare, you can't look look down with that hook tied to your hair. you only see the next weight being added, a moment passes the crop comes down hard, one strike across your breasts, your eyes say it all, not a sound just the faint tear..... |
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