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***Okay people, help a girl out. I need a beating. If you are a intelligent, and actually dominant, please apply accordingly. Also, if you feel the need to act tough and call me names, don't waste your time. If you are from out of state, and live out of state, I will not respond to you.***
"I like knowing my place. It feels hot and tingly between my thighs. I feel my place when he tells me to shut up and do what I’m told, when he tells me to stick my ass in the air, when he makes me gag on my wet panties. I feel my place when he calls me a slut, no, his slut. I feel my place when I look at that ribbon wrapped around my wrist, when I’m begging to cum, when he makes me go sans panties, and when he chooses my breakfast. It is comforting as it is exciting. It is what I live for, the knowledge that someone’s got me in the safety of their hand around my neck. The knowledge that I am little and he is big, that I am beneath him and yet completely loved. It makes me wet just as much as it fills me bliss, humbles me as much as it makes me feel like I am on top of the world. It makes me needier than usual, makes me moan louder and beg harder. It is as maddening as it is rational, a world of contradictions, and yet it is a perfect world. It is a world in which I belong."
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