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| I don't know what it is that excites me about a man's temper. The anger and danger in his eyes right before his hand closes tight around my throat. The vicious words he yells as he slaps me down to the floor and spits in my face. I love the fear of not knowing what's on his mind. The feeling of knowing what ever it is, I cant stop him. I don't care for props and toys much because it is too much in arms reach to teach me with... So handy. A good beating the old fashion way is more intimate. Sometimes a belt is needed to punish me when I'm out of hand.I love being stuffed and raped with things that don't fit. Fighting and crying as I'm torn apart with your your wide fist and everything else while I get bit and clawed and slapped.
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