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The university library is eerily quiet on its basement floor on a late Saturday night. Of course every student is partying, else seeing a woman in her mid 30s in the periodicals and reference section might garner some attention. And her I've invited you, instructing you to dress modestly but in a long skirt, no panties underneath.
I'm no where to be found but on a table in the general reading room there is a note with your name on it. It instructs you to a particular journal (the journal of women's studies to be ironic), with its call number and so you wander through the stacks quite lost, relearning your dewey decimal system just a bit. But you do find it after a few minutes and reach for it.
Just hidden behind the book is a ball gag and handcuffs. The note inside the book you don't have to read to know my desire, you instinctively fasten the gag your self and loop the handcuffs around one of the rungs of the metal book shelf and bind yourself.
You quiver with nervousness, "is anyone else down here you ask?"
But you're comforted by the smell of my cologne as I silently come up behind you. I don't speak, denying you the pleasure of hearing my voice.
I raise your long skir slowly and gently letting it kiss your skin as it eventually bares your ass to me. And I let you have what you crave, merciless and stentorian spanking, just barely rocking the shelf. And then thrusting, conquering and using your pussy to pleasure me as I squeeze your tits. |
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What am I looking for?
A woman who is worldly or at least curious. A woman who likes to visit art and history museums, discuss' politics without becoming factional and a woman who has passions that define her.
A woman who is classy. A woman who would rather be in a skirt than jeans, in a suit rather than shorts. A woman who wears 4 inch heels on a regular basis. But not a woman who uses to much makeup, but rather a woman of natural glamour.
A woman who lives for intrigue. She's kept her urges to be spanked and tied up quite a secret all of her life even though that glint in her eye and the way she walks is begging for punishment. A woman who loves french literature, that chase, the delicate dance of conversation and rendezvous'.
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So I have just posted a little profile on here. I've avoided these kinds of sites for quite some time, mostly because not so long ago I was merely a university student and most people found it odd to find someone with these desires and intentions at a young age. But as many sorority girls and unhappily married women found out then I was quite a sadistic student. BDSM however has never defined me. I have a passion for causing women some pain and directing their bodies and minds but I do have many passions. Cooking, history, politics, travel and dogs. And so I have been fairly busy living life and tormenting women along the way. So why post here now? Perhaps to find a female who is pre-inclined to the paddle. |
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| Age: 19 |
| Junction city,
Kansas |
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