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There is something deep inside me that longs to be used severely and taken into the depths of my submission. To be treated as an object of Master's lust and cast away when He's finished with me.
I want to bring out the beast that I can see stirring just under the surface of His soft blue eyes. I want to push His limits as He pushes mine.
I've had a taste of this and reveled in the feeling of His sadistic nature. I want more, I need more.
Yet, I'm afraid. Where does it stop?
I want to bring out the beast that I can see stirring just under the surface of His soft blue eyes. I want to push His limits as He pushes mine.
I've had a taste of this and reveled in the feeling of His sadistic nature. I want more, I need more.
Yet, I'm afraid. Where does it stop?