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Musicmystery
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FetishMaster46
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Schlaef1
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Inteldom1
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shy, sweet submissive girl, curvy body that's meant to please with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes on the short side (5'3") desirous of pleasing a strong, controlling Dominant. SHE HAS FOUND HER Master who owns her fully loves and cares for her ' His name is Master Rick K. He has made me learn to love me ..I serve him fully and trust him with all i am blessed to have landed in his lap ;),  Each of us has within him a dark chamber where the real desires flower; and the horror of it is that they never see the light of another's understanding, those strange blooms. It is as lonely as it is dark, that chamber of the heart ~) hear you speak i hear its power i drop to my knees and bow my head and i know i have given over to you the power i submit to you Master heart and soul  To You I reveal my innermost secrets. To You I release myself. To You I surrender. And to You I submit  With great power comes great responsibility, and none greater than that of a Master to his slave. With all his power over her, he must have equal responsibility to her, or else he is but a hollow mockery of a Master.)  i
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I just got back from a cruse i had the best time .. I have decided there is no other way to go on holiday then a big boat ..... |
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shapely form approaches the entrance to beach nearing it lowers within the reach of the waves to bended knees that part wide to allow the sensual body to flow forward and melt to the sands. The creatures golden tresses kiss the sand as shimmery flesh bends low to allow pink cheek to press against the cool sand and water mixed . Toned arms stretch with fingers splayed.
She weeps for all she has lost in this day her heart is hard and tears roll down meeting the salt of the ocean , she thinks how can this be her body trembles she has no clue what she is to do , she opened her heart mind soul .. Just so it may be torn to shreds by those she loved , She knew better to let them in she did not listen to her head who knew it to be true ,,, water moves closer to her face as she does not move tears flow free she can not move and does no care the hurt she feels it is not fair ,,, waves roll over her now still not moving crys and coughs rises, walks on cool sand all wet and cold no were to go looks around to see ithere only ocean and sand blue eyes cast down low, rounded breast move up as she breaths slowly she bends down to her knees like a feather , places soft derrière on heels, with knees spread wide, aching her back, well rounded breast are out petite hands at the small of this one back with , head up ,blue eyes lowered as she crys lost in sand not knowing what to do she sits and waits for what ,, for the tears to stop flowing so she can move , waves suround her she is alomst gone lowers her head lets the dark move on ......
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Girl , once turned free, then back stares at herself in the mirror studying every curve of her voluptuous; well constructed temple. Feeling back at home, my usual timid self fills with a sensation of satisfaction as a sigh of relief eases my tense body. Gratitude to my new and sensuous master for bringing me back to the place that declares my heart fills my soul.
As I look into my eyes, I bring myself back to my knees, in the very same place I towered to my master, vamping with my unwillingness to submit to my lord. Ashamed, for my morality. My morality made me proud, I found myself pleading with my inner being not to give into temptation, but intrigue and fascination got the best of me.
Thinking of my savior, my thighs quiver with anticipation, I have to hold myself back not to submit to my own enticements, but I must admit it is best that I keep myself closed as and not opened. Those who gaze into my seductive eyes cannot be deceived, for they do not lie. When I stare into my own, I only see the truth. I see as I turn away from the mirror, catching a final glance, the soul returning to the body that was meant to be.
true burning
she kneels and waits for him to ask her to rise she knows he owns her body heart soul .she does not mind she chose this for her self and knows it is who she is and has always been .his wishes are hers his wants are hers his desire are hers she is his and wears his mark even if not seen it is inside her at all times that is the heart of a true slave
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i SIT HERE AND WAIT FOR ONE WHO WILL MAKE ME ACHE MAKE ME DESIRE MAKE ME FREE WITH HIS WORDS TO ME , most dont see how free it is to be one like me i could not desire another life , for i was made to please and when one understands that what they are who they are there is no need to look or want more but to fill both our needs |
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With great power comes great responsibility, and none greater than that of a Master to his slave. With all his power over her, he must have equal responsibility to her, or else he is but a hollow mockery of a Master.) |
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Surely it is better to have a true man on any terms than to have half a man, or no man at all
true women, in the belly of them, desire to submit to true men. It is an ancient instinct bred into the bellies of beautiful, feminine women. |
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kneeling before Him this one groans when smooth skin stretches between muscled thighs as they widen painfully.. swollen petals shimmers with moisture, pink hooded pearl hardens deliciously with desire, she inhales deeply ribcage expanding, soft breast ease forward with teasing nipples to the eye, firm belly fattens.. the sight of supple shoulders roll back gracefully and proud, honey blonde long locks shower the small dip at the base of her spine that gently melts into the soft swells of the sluts ass.. hands delicately place upon ivory thighs palms facing up in a subtle silent gesture.. chin lifts as baby blue eyes lower to height of His booted feet |
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she kneels and waits for him to ask her to rise she knows he owns her body heart soul .she does not mind she chose this for her self and knows it is who she is and has always been .his wishes are hers his wants are hers his desire are hers she is his and wears his mark even if not seen it is inside her at all times that is the heart of a true slave |
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Did you know that in ancient cultures it was common that the women of the defeated became the sexual slaves of the victors? |
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this one never talks rude , my god there are such fakes and liers on here .................................................. |
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she kneels and waits for him to ask her to rise she knows he owns her body heart soul .she does not mind she chose this for her self and knows it is who she is and has always been .his wishes are hers his wants are hers his desire are hers she is his and wears his mark even if not seen it is inside her at all times that is the heart of a true slave |
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| Age: 30 |
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