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Cutting the darkness, spotlit,
subbie had her hands cuffed,
arms upstretched, chained to a
ceiling
beam.
She undulated left, then right,
Cotton-candy hair whipping slow motion-like back 'n' forth;
A blonde kelp forest.
On tippy-toe, she bent and bobbled,
Bareassed naked,
Relieved of every stitch of clothing by her Domme
Mistress had prepared a
variety-pak of whips, prods, probes
and
devices.
Like dangling a carrot on a stick,
Domme displayed each coming
implement to her manacled submissive.
eyed each presentation and reacted accordingly,
A purely Pavlovian set of responses:
Eyes rolling, trembling legs splayed, chained arms twisting.
As arse whipping commenced in earnest,
sub`s simple swaying morphed into a complex choreography of writhing.
In the half light, her bared bum shone,
A spectrograph of the color red:
Splashed, slashed and dashed with varying hues,
Pallid pink, rose, and magenta, finally shading to vibrant violet.
The derriere deconstruction went on and on and on with no end in sight.
Just when my boredom threshold was breached,
Little subbie opened her mouth and screamed
And screamed again,
Then once more with gusto for good measure.
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