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The sound of your voice, The sound of the whip as it meets bared flesh,The expectancy of a whimper.. a scream..?
But what you hear....is a silkend sigh...
of one that knows her place and to whom she belongs and what is expected of her.
without the disgrace of ignorance but yet with respect to both, of knowing who and what she is..
Pleasantries to all.
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