Tag: when love is a war crime
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Stockholm Syndrome
The sound of the door knob turning makes you twitch in arousal. You wish it wasn’t this way. Nothing you can do now. Next comes the swish of my nylons as I cross the room. “Drooling yet?” Nylon meets your knee. Its almost enough. You’re that desperate. I unlock your hands. You rest them in…
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WITH THOUGHTS SO IMPURE
When a new submissive tells me they love how mean I am, I salivate. Finally. Venus has sent me a masochist of my very own. Be careful what you wish for. I expect you to speak up and lay out your boundaries. You’ll have to call red so I know how you feel, unless you…