Om EvelynnKent

Silk. Scarves. Hands. Cuffs. Pain. Thrill. Will he whip me now? Moving slowly around my body, I am on my knees, a very relaxed pose, but oh my! I am not relaxed at all. When will he do it? Will he strike once or three times as he does when he’s in the mood for playing? I’m a fool for your games. Fight me down, make me bow before you. Take me and make me feel it. Take all of me. Feeling my Master’s love. Being his good girl, his special girl. Feel that He puts me above all others. When He takes me and uses me for his pleasure and after that, he holds in his loving arms.