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A Quiet Pinch

Unre­spon­sive to exter­nal stim­uli, save for what was hap­pen­ing to her nip­ple, her body rigid in my embrace, her head thrown back against my arm, she never even made a move to escape from what I was doing to her.

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Q: Besides obe­di­ence, what is the most impor­tant qual­ity to you in a submissive?

As a poet, I again and again dis­cover how impor­tant it is to me that she can and will express her­self in writing.

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Enter the Sadist

“I feel like I’m rap­ing you,” I growled/​sighed into her ear. She responded by becom­ing com­pletely limp for a few heart­beats until I resumed stab­bing her, rain­ing white-​hot sparks of pain over her ass and in her mind.

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My Writ­ing

My writ­ing is my one redeem­ing fea­ture; my one path to sal­va­tion, my only path to redemp­tion, my only way home to be cra­dled in her arms and in her very body.

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Bit­ing and Slap­ping and Tug­ging and Pinching

I need to des­per­ately soak all my senses with her, to get so close to her that I miss not a sin­gle breath of hers or a sin­gle heartbeat.

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The Point of No Return

I stretch out the moment of antic­i­pa­tion right before com­ing and suck the life out of it like a piece of candy in my mouth.

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Free­dom in Let­ting Go

I choose to take your hand in mine and keep you warm, because every time you smile at me I glimpse the free­dom of sur­ren­der in your eyes.

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