Prelude to a Schoolgirl (20 words)

Failing wins his stern disapproval. Pleasing him wins his favour. His favour is what I crave, and punishment my reward.

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Written in the Moment (28 words)

You fasten a leather collar around my neck

And attach to it a leash

Yet I have never felt more owned

Than when your fist is inside me.

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Antici……………….. pation (25 words)

Tomorrow I see him. I’m already wet with anticipation.

He bought a new toy for me.

My first ever personal collar.

I could just purr.

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Perceived Imperfection (50 words)

The world is an imperfect place, and I am no less imperfect for living in it. It matters little to you, who loves me for being human — for being myself.  Such unconditional acceptance makes me purr for joy.

And it’s mutual — I also love you just the way you are.

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Dream (100 words)

I dreamed of how your hand felt inside me.

So vivid was the dream that I could feel your fist move, twist and turn, shaping itself into the perfect formation to spread and stimulate me from within.

I feel it even now, as though i was still lying beside you, still, pliant and obedient. Twitching and jerking from both the aftershocks of one gushing orgasm, and the tingles of another.

This dream was a case of art imitating life, not the other way around. You are constantly in my head, my heart, my ears, my cunt.

Dreamy, yes but real.

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Only for you (15 words)

No-one touches me like you. Only for you am I able to gush so copiously.

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Afterglow (75 words)

“I love fucking you.”

When said as you lie, arms restrained, ankles held fast to his shoulder, as he fucks and spanks you, hard and furious, and all you can do is gasp and smile weakly, it’s one thing.

But when he whispers it into your ear in public,  causing you to blush like a neon sign, and feel the onslaught of  situation rainforest, it’s very much another.

Just FYI, I love fucking you too, darling.

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Morning glory (50 words)

Warm, velvety tones that caress my soul and start my senses tingling even before the second coffee is poured, let alone drunk.  The caring concern that laces his gentle probing enquiries. His love for me, displayed prominently on his sleeve. What better way is there for an Elegant Slut to start a day?

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View from above (25 words)

Arms secured, wrist to ankle.  Hemp binding breasts, above, below and around. Eyes, tightly and completely covered. Lying supine, prostrate… helpless? No, not helpless. Happy.

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