Runaway

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I only entered to find you
Among the distinguished guest
And in the farthest corner
You whimpered out your quest.


"Come hither you creative woman
And needle me till the pain
Flows from me like spittle
And washes away like rain."


I summoned you towards me
The off chance you would fear
And slither to my waiting feet
The dominance I hold dear.


Your tongue gliding up my boot
As all the guest looked on
Full of the lust you possessed
Endearing as any pawn.


With the rupture of my slit
The contentment of your sigh
The awkward eyes surrounding us
Sequestered by their cries.


And when you spurned the demons
Possessing your very soul
The nakedness of your inner self
Began to takes its toll.


Belatedly, you scanned the room
Inspired by your disgrace
Nary a blink, or a fluttering wink
As you leaped from face to face.


This was a defining moment
The sum total of your years
Begging for their sympathy
Receiving their piercing leers.


Submissively you clutched my thigh
For fear of being alone
A still small voice I yearned to hear
"Mistress, take me home."


(c) copyright 2003

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
SEXY

As usual Littlemissblair takes lesbian domination and submission to new heights. Not as visual as MY SENIOR PROM (one of my favourites) but still just as good. Lacks a little because the guests within the room do not have a purpose. I would have loved to have pictured a setting such as a wedding, a family gathering, church...(?) But the atmosphere is there and that's what counts.

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