What a lovely word. I am her thrall.
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| Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about! |
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| It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death. |
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| I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth. |
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| Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play. |
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| He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office. |
