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Diary of a Slave (Part 7)
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“Yeah, I like all those little sounds you make.”
Again she mumbled, and that time I laughed a little more confidently, and she seemed to really get off on that. Hmm. So she liked that, hey? Maybe I’m not the only one who enjoys a little humiliation … but I knew not to push it too far. I knew she didn’t want to be called anything really, because it would just offend her. She was really sensitive about that. And also she didn’t want to be ordered around like the slave I loved to become for her. She just wanted me to take her, and she wanted to pretend she was resisting. So I would give her the fantasy she’d dreamed about.
Her skirt was killing me – it was the hottest skirt she owned, and she KNEW what it was doing to me! So that was the first tease. I slipped my hand up her skirt a little, and she struggled, but then she tensed when I was really close.
“No … No, not here,” she whispered, thinking of some way to try and escape, I was sure. She told me she would be very quick to try escaping, and that I couldn’t let my guard down for even a second. She wanted to know she could try and run at any time, my mischievous girl. And how I love to placate her fantasies!
“Oh … somewhere else, huh …?” I teased, biting gently at her neck as she tried to squirm again. “And just where do you want me to take you?”
“To the fucking police station,” she snapped, and I yanked her up from the table, and dragged her down the hall to the living room. I found it so hot to see her panting when it wasn’t effecting me that much at all, and to see her heels slip off as she was struggling … Ooh boy.
“Look at that – I found a perfect spot for you,” I chuckled again, knowing her desire for it as I pushed her over the large armrest on the couch. She was leaned over it so that I had a perfect view of the backs of her legs, and her ass. And what an ass it is.
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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!