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Diary of a Slave (Part 7)
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T, seriously. You don’t expect me to wear that thing in public, do you??
I expect you to cover it, of course, my beautiful girl. Maybe under a scarf …
Maybe we’ll just leave it here.
I see how it is. And you’ll be making it up to me when we get back, I take it? Hmm? Do whatever I want when we get back?
… Does it involve eating?
Haha, oh you could say that.
Hahahahahaha well, can’t say I’d complain.
K, time for pineapples.
“Okay,” she started, looking all business as we sat down in the living room. She was staring at me, and she had a little notebook in her hands. Ooh, this was a fantasy of hers she’d told me a looong time ago, and we hadn’t done it quite this way yet, but was I ever excited to satisfy!
Then she arched a brow at the look in my eyes. She is so very beautiful with that subtle attitude she has – it’s undeniable – but I tried to keep focused on the plot of our roleplay. As risqué as it seemed, it was exciting me too.
“Just tell me what you remember,” she instructed, looking back down to her paper, and then I had to bite back a smile. I was supposed to be telling her what I remembered about some murder in the area, when really it was me. So I would seem dangerous to her in this scenario. I pushed my shoulders back and sat to think for a minute, admiring how oblivious she could seem when she knew every detail about what we were about to do. That was necessary, as I would never want to hurt or offend her, just as she felt the same for me. We were always very careful, especially with a fantasy like this, where we were using force.
“I remember … it happened pretty close to here,” I confessed at last, making sure to draw out my answer. I was staring at her, and she was pretending not to notice. Careful, I was thinking, because she’d have to be blind not to notice the way I was looking at her then.
Suddenly it was like the tension in the air was a little too thick for her (as if that was possible), and she tugged a bit at the side of her shirt. She quit that really fast, however, when she noticed me staring eagerly at her chest.
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Great chapter GrindRight. Never have anything knew to say but thats because I love everything you write :)…Thanks for sharing.
Hmm. I can see where this perhaps was hinting at going, but the scene played out with a large element of dancing toward a precipice followed by a definite backing away. As such, the reluctance in the scene was somewhat… muted… and it played out much tamer than I thought the warnings preceding this chapter would have suggested. I’ve been following this story to see how it unfolded. I’m open to pretty much any storyline or subject as long as it’s plausible and has been told well. And while this story has perhaps been a bit of a stretch – maybe it’s the first person POV not quite meshing with the characters’ voices, maybe it’s simply the format – there certainly hasn’t been anything that I’ve found offensive in any of it. I do really appreciate that you’ve taken the time to write and post, though. Cheers :)
✌😁 GR! Thank you for that incredible post. Always love it when your name appears at the top. 😍💗💗💗💗💗💗
Good as always,there is nothing offending.Thank you.PPS
Yay, I love this story soooo much!! Too bad you want to bring it to a finish soon, GR! :( But thanks a lot, anyways!!!
a very beautiful glimpse at the rush a sub can get when she feels the pull of her own ability at domination, and it takes a super confident and strong domme to allow her sub to take her…this is a great treatment of that reciprocity that exists within these types of relationships. Thanks, GR, for another great chapter!