Leather and Lace

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A short bondage fantasy.
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Lether stretched, constricting the cheap pine boards.
Jaws spread by cold steel, left gaped and wanting.
You know me, the real me, concealed in a facade of virtue.
Bare cheeks, once pale, rest with scarlet hue, grateful.
Cuffed wrists, drawn wide, eagar to embrace your charitable rebuke.
Only bound am I free, restrained euphoria, leather and lace.
Filled orifices, swollen with joy and pain, hunger for more.
Blood, sweat, and tears, will and doubt, freely given, greedily taken.
This is what I want, what I'm worth, love me with your hate, for I don't hate what I've become.

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29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowalmost 2 years ago

there's incredible strength in the leather-bound word about giving and receiving.

MsNatalie99MsNatalie99almost 2 years agoAuthor

Thank you ☺ for your kind words. By far the most comments I've had in a day. Feelin like a chained up rock star!

AlexBaileyAlexBaileyalmost 2 years ago

Spread...Stretched....Challenged....Enjoyed. :)

DoubleDonged69DoubleDonged69almost 2 years ago

Sexy. Sounds like a subs wet dream. Thank you for allowing me to see this side of you.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 2 years ago

Nice. Little girl knows her worth. Her master has trained her well.

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