SUBMITTING
The riding crop
The cat-o-nine tails
The pexi-glass flogger
I deserve to be punished
By any means
You deem
Needed
The shame
The guilt
The torment
I must make myself feel this way
For ever being happy before
You entered my
Life
The collar
The restraints
The leash
Control me and force me
To submit to all
Of your dominating
Demands
. .
. Dalia felt Susans fingers close over the buttons of her top… fumbling, yet certain… slowly releasing, one… after the other… the ivory white skin slowly coming into view…
Susans fingers brushed the tops of Dalias breasts… gentle… as if a butterfly had landed… Dalias back arch unwillingly, pushing hter soft flesh against Susans fingers…
Susans hand rose. Her brown hair sparkled with a variety of highlights from auburn red to sparkly blonde
SUBMITTING
The riding crop
The cat-o-nine tails
The pexi-glass flogger
I deserve to be punished
By any means
You deem
Needed
The shame
The guilt
The torment
I must make myself feel this way
For ever being happy before
You entered my
Life
The collar
The restraints
The leash
Control me and force me
To submit to all
Of your dominating
Demands
. .
. Dalia felt Susans fingers close over the buttons of her top… fumbling, yet certain… slowly releasing, one… after the other… the ivory white skin slowly coming into view…
Susans fingers brushed the tops of Dalias breasts… gentle… as if a butterfly had landed… Dalias back arch unwillingly, pushing hter soft flesh against Susans fingers…
Susans hand rose. Her brown hair sparkled with a variety of highlights from auburn red to sparkly blonde
SUBMITTING
The riding crop
The cat-o-nine tails
The pexi-glass flogger
I deserve to be punished
By any means
You deem
Needed
The shame
The guilt
The torment
I must make myself feel this way
For ever being happy before
You entered my
Life
The collar
The restraints
The leash
Control me and force me
To submit to all
Of your dominating
Demands
. .
. Dalia felt Susans fingers close over the buttons of her top… fumbling, yet certain… slowly releasing, one… after the other… the ivory white skin slowly coming into view…
Susans fingers brushed the tops of Dalias breasts… gentle… as if a butterfly had landed… Dalias back arch unwillingly, pushing hter soft flesh against Susans fingers…
Susans hand rose. Her brown hair sparkled with a variety of highlights from auburn red to sparkly blonde
