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It's days like today that I miss the painful tug on my slip-knotted scrotum. A tug via the leather tether to her soft hands. A tug that lets me know I'm wanted. A tug that directs me toward her lovely scent. I tug that reminds me who's in control. A tug that brings me to my knees. A tug that reminds me of my weakness. A tug that finds me both begging for more and for it to stop. A tug that keeps me exposed for who and what I am. A tug that gives me direction. A tug that tells me: "come slave, your service is desired once more." |
