THURSDAY, AUGUST 18, 2011
MOOD: CONTEMPLATIVE...
She sits quietly in her lounger at the foot of the bed, a smile on her lips as she looks appraisingly at her Toy. He can sense her eyes on his body and endeavours to keep quiet for his Mistress.
He loves being scanned from head to toes.
The longer the silence, the more difficult it is for him to avoid squirming under her steady gaze.
Moreover, he needs to slightly raise himself on his knees to accomodate his stiffening cock.
But as he tries moving , the sharp blow of a riding crop lands on his left buttock and her deceptively soft voice says:
"Did I say you were allowed to move, my Toy ?"
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