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    She is not being punished, she has said nor done anything wrong. She has simply been placed in a secluded environment and told to wait. Told to wait and ponder the deliciously deviant possibilities that might await her removal. Might await her. No guarantee anything other than a warm bath might happen but left alone to her own thoughts the ideas that pummel her passions are all consuming and ridiculously outrageous and the ideas that flood her terrify and excite her. She is bound not by ropes or chain, not even a lock on the door for there are no locks. No, her restraints come from within and hold her hostage far better than anything else. Her lustful demons trap her like no metal, no nylon, no silk ever could and so she waits, desperately trying to feel some warmth from the sunlight, hoping she will be free from the confines of her thoughts and finally able to feel something - something hard, something brutally penetrating. Something real. ~His

    She is not being punished, she has said nor done anything wrong. She has simply been placed in a secluded environment and told to wait. Told to wait and ponder the deliciously deviant possibilities that might await her removal.

    Might await her.

    No guarantee anything other than a warm bath might happen but left alone to her own thoughts the ideas that pummel her passions are all consuming and ridiculously outrageous and the ideas that flood her terrify and excite her.

    She is bound not by ropes or chain, not even a lock on the door for there are no locks. No, her restraints come from within and hold her hostage far better than anything else. Her lustful demons trap her like no metal, no nylon, no silk ever could and so she waits, desperately trying to feel some warmth from the sunlight, hoping she will be free from the confines of her thoughts and finally able to feel something - something hard, something brutally penetrating.

    Something real.

    ~His

    She is not being punished, she has said nor done anything wrong. She has simply been placed in a secluded environment and told to wait. Told to wait and ponder the deliciously deviant possibilities that might await her removal.

    Might await her.

    No guarantee anything other than a warm bath might happen but left alone to her own thoughts the ideas that pummel her passions are all consuming and ridiculously outrageous and the ideas that flood her terrify and excite her.

    She is bound not by ropes or chain, not even a lock on the door for there are no locks. No, her restraints come from within and hold her hostage far better than anything else. Her lustful demons trap her like no metal, no nylon, no silk ever could and so she waits, desperately trying to feel some warmth from the sunlight, hoping she will be free from the confines of her thoughts and finally able to feel something - something hard, something brutally penetrating.

    Something real.

    ~His

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    #bondage#bdsm#quiet submission
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    posted by:
    masterandslave
    date:
    Sep 19, 2010 (a Sunday)
    time:
    3:19:47 (1 year ago)

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