Her face pressed to the floor the gag held deep in her mouth, saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth, hands bound parallel at the wrists, with black silk rope neatly tied under and over her breasts, each bound tightly making them firm as they touched the coolness of the floor, the tie forced her down as her legs had been bound to the harness around her breast, leaving her vulnerable, a sweet peach red from the crop, her labia soft and moist ready for more treatment from the vibrator, but first her anus lubbing that ring and pushing the steel in working it a little at a time, deeper until only the end showed pressing the button three times making it purr seated with that little hole, the second slipped in her pussy she will it in as it disappears in the slippery pussy, it was time to take the flogger to this slave....
I hear and read a lot about distance, its too far, No it’s not... if you hold something deeply within yourself for a person then distance will never get in the way, it is how I got my experiences in the lifestyle over the years not just here in the UK but abroad too, and if health permits I will do so again, it an excuse but not if your tied down by family commitments, your only letting opportunities slip through your fingers and out of your life, never knowing what would have been.....
A lovely little song by Patrick Bruel with translation bellow...
She just left her home A croissant, a laugh Her husband told her that she is beautiful But in an hour she will die She did not choose his fate Right there at the wrong time Since he had to take the train Madrid and weeping for her children
Farewell We're all in the dark If you do not exist At least that knowledge Farewell I have more questions My eyes are damaged My heart goes wild
His wife is expecting a second daughter She swears she will not be any more He touches her belly, eyes shining Why just this bus stop? Why this is so covered? It's so hot in Netanya The blood mixes with the earth And the world is speechless
Farewell We're all in the dark If you no longer exist At least that knowledge Farewell I hear more history My eyes are tired My heart loses memory
9:16, he is late As to very nearly every day But now it's too late He did not go up in the tower He sees running towards him shouting He crossed eyes screaming in fear Why these tears, why not him? And this life to dust in the heart
Farewell We're all in the dark If you do not exist At least that knowledge Farewell There are so many questions My eyes are exhausted My heart goes wild
Farewell We're all in the dark If you no longer exist At least that knowledge Farewell He demanded of you Tell them it's not you Who wanted it all
Kneeling in front of the stool straps tight on your thighs, legs apart with the bar, wrists held in a two column tie held at the ankles, breast bound to bursting, nipple crushed flat with clamps, screwed tight to a cord, that holds a weight, watching you can only stare, you can't look look down with that hook tied to your hair. you only see the next weight being added, a moment passes the crop comes down hard, one strike across your breasts, your eyes say it all, not a sound just the faint tear.....
