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    Diary of a Slave (Part 6)

    “Mmm!”

    “No no, that would be … Uhh! Too kind …”

    It was a tease solely that I hadn’t spanked or whipped or paddled you yet. I know how you expected that, and had been missing it, but I really wanted to torment you. I wanted you to just lay there and watch me reveal myself to you in such a vulnerable way. I wanted you to feel vulnerable too it was electric!

    “You’re so easy for me, aren’t you? Go on, spread your legs,” I whispered, watching you do it, twisting onto your front, lifting your hips before I’d even asked it. You were still staring between my legs, enjoying the view. And I was enjoying the profile view of that impeccable body I so admire …

    “Mmm …”

    “See? Easy as a snap of my fingers, isn’t it? Now, if you want this … in you … I’d work on taking off those pants if I were you …”

    Oh boy, were you ever fast with that, even with your wrists so tightly bound. I gladly took the toy and plunged it into you as soon as you had tugged your pants down your thighs. I even untied your hands and took out the gag just to enjoy your body’s reactions.

    “Come to the kitchen with me,” I instructed quite randomly, slipping off of the bed to look back at you the toy just having been plunged inside of you. And you knew better than to pull it out. Could you even touch it? Oh, I had to laugh at that look on your face. “Come. Now.”

    You slipped off the bed with me, slowly standing to your feet, and then sitting down again. The toy would slide out of you with how wet you were. I knew it. I tried not to smile at that fact.

    “Squeeeeze, love. And hurry up. Unlike some people, I don’t crawl around from place-to-place.”

    I was actually impressed that you got to the kitchen shortly after me, but as I had expected, you crawled there. You’re such a smart girl, and oh-so desperate just the way I like you.

    While I ate, and having offered you some food too, I watched you squirm in your seat there, leaning on one side and then the other, battling with your need as well as your frustration.

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    1. ugh! a week of holidays and I get behind in my reading! Great update…often the dominant is misunderstood and getting her insight is so important. Thanks, GR! Happy New Year a day late! :)

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