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| The way your body moves is hypnotic. Your written words enchanting. Your voice on the phone mesmerizing. You beckon me "come" like the sirens of old. Inside the lair, your feet in my hands. The pungent smell weakens me. A narcotic in my veins. Your soft toes slowly working across my face and nose. They slide into my mouth. Losing control to your powers, you pull my face between your legs. My conciousness wavering as your garden surrounds me with a fragrant, wet warmth. Your flower shutters with delight, it's nectar released into the mouth of the busy bee. Your pleasure found in my obedience. Your pleasure found in your release. You rise satisfied and enthralled. You take my face into your hands and softly kiss my forehead, and then take your belt to me because you can. Your pleasure in my pain. My pleasure in serving and suffering for you. You put me away. Your a busy woman. Until the Ari again needs its bee.
Later you hold out your hand...your finger beckons..."Come to me." I come. You own me now.
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