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Nothing fascinates me as much as being offered, naked, bound, helpless, exposed to the anger of a vindictive female.
Nothing makes me more nervous, more excited, and more lubricious than confronting the gaze of a vengeful female. I can read in her eyes her sarcastic jubilation. I feel enraged, I feel furious but terribly excited. And She just knows it, Shes just seeing it, and Shes just laughing at it.
Nothing makes my adrenaline and testosterones rise higher than being in the position of the defeated male, of the humiliated male about to undergo a harsh punishment. Nothing is more vexing than being forced to submit to female discipline, to bend to the female authority. But nothing is most exciting.
It is the most exciting moment of the eternal battle of the genders. This is the exultation of female victory on the male gender. The pathetic male has to kneel and accept the female law.
There is nothing left of my male arrogance. I can nothing but submitting and suffering.
My only hope is to endure the pain long enough to avoid supplementary humiliation.
She drags me, on my fours at her feet to the place of punishment
She just wants to beat me, make me bursting, and break me.
She is smiling, she is radiant, She is creaming, She is laughingShe knows she has already won. I am only the pathetic mouse in cat scratch.
She will be deciding how long, how far, how painful the punishment shall be
She will be laughing, maybe creaming, as Ill be crying, dancing under her whipping
How symbolic, how erotic will be my desperate kisses all over her boots all over her feet.
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