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I see two flotation devices. Just North of where my titanic crashed.. May take the rest of the day to take my voyage to the flotation mounds in sight.. But it looks as tho they have stiff peaks once I arrive!!
 
I will alternate between the Breast Stroke and the Front Crawl to get to the flotation mounds. That is after having a go at the Butterfly stroke while I am at the scene of the crash
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I see two flotation devices. Just North of where my titanic crashed.. May take the rest of the day to take my voyage to the flotation mounds in sight.. But it looks as tho they have stiff peaks once I arrive!!

I will alternate between the Breast Stroke and the Front Crawl to get to the flotation mounds. That is after having a go at the Butterfly stroke while I am at the scene of the crash
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Haha pun overload :D:D:D
 
I love getting to see the photos of your exquisite body along with getting to see deeper in to your mind, dear girl.

Sorry that you have had such difficulties with things online.

Your photos are art; your use of light and shadow, the composition of each shot is fantastic!

It is gratifying to learn that there are women in this world who embrace their sexuality and their desires, fearless in their choice to express themselves.

And the notion of you "topping from the bottom" to reach photography is adorable.

Again, thank you so much
 
Do I talk here about some of the things that pass through my head? Some moments with Master where conventions of normality dissolve and I am lost. The passion for things that are dark and should be wrong. My love of things that should be hidden and are not to spoken. Maybe my prison in the forest is a release an escape and not a prison at all?

An absolutely exquisite photo.
As I have been reading your thread, the thought of your home as a prison has never once entered my mind. Based on your words, I have seen a retreat, a haven, a private Eden perhaps, but never a prison. Sometimes the darkness is more beautiful than the light.
 
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I love getting to see the photos of your exquisite body along with getting to see deeper in to your mind, dear girl.

Sorry that you have had such difficulties with things online.

Your photos are art; your use of light and shadow, the composition of each shot is fantastic!

It is gratifying to learn that there are women in this world who embrace their sexuality and their desires, fearless in their choice to express themselves.

And the notion of you "topping from the bottom" to reach photography is adorable.

Again, thank you so much

Thank you. It's a nice place to express myself.

An absolutely exquisite photo.
As I have been reading your thread, the thought of your home as a prison has never once entered my mind. Based on your words, I have seen a retreat, a haven, a private Eden perhaps, but never a prison. Sometimes the darkness is more beautiful than the light.

Thank you. It's a strange life and I am glad I have this thread. The darkness can bring a lot of comfort.
 
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The spiritual sun. One from two summers past on holiday.
 
I am usually not one for lens flare, but it works quite well here.

Something about the flare, your position on the rock, that very classical pose brings to mind visions of a fairy or a wood nymph.

As ever, you are exquisite

Thank you
 
Bracken from a couple of years ago. I love our walks, our special times together. A loyal and unquestioning friend.

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I am usually not one for lens flare, but it works quite well here.

Something about the flare, your position on the rock, that very classical pose brings to mind visions of a fairy or a wood nymph.

As ever, you are exquisite

Thank you

Thank you
 
Bracken from a couple of years ago. I love our walks, our special times together. A loyal and unquestioning friend.

What an incredibly handsome fellow!

Love the warm, golden sunlight highlighting the brush that he is sniffing, the way his fur glows from that same light.

Dogs are such wonderful creatures.

They are one of the few things wirh which humans have tinkered and actually made better.
 
Deeper

It seemed natural for me to serve.
It's funny as my name was taken from a paint colour I liked yet it made me think was it deeper. I remembered the story of Cinderella. How she waited for her prince charming. When I was young the thought of being made to do menial tasks by the ugly sisters gave me a tingle. I liked the idea of being a servant, being so low that others commanded you, in your rags to do things. The thoughts developed as I got older to being naked and scrubbing a floor while men watched. It was a powerful sexual image for me. I wanted Prince Charming to control me and degrade me. Not the fairy tale ending. I found these thoughts unpalatable until I found out who I was.

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What an incredibly handsome fellow!

Love the warm, golden sunlight highlighting the brush that he is sniffing, the way his fur glows from that same light.

Dogs are such wonderful creatures.

They are one of the few things wirh which humans have tinkered and actually made better.

He's a lovely dog.
 
Bracken from a couple of years ago. I love our walks, our special times together. A loyal and unquestioning friend.

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What an incredibly handsome fellow!

Love the warm, golden sunlight highlighting the brush that he is sniffing, the way his fur glows from that same light.

Dogs are such wonderful creatures.

They are one of the few things wirh which humans have tinkered and actually made better.

He's a lovely dog.

We should all aspire to be the person our dogs think we are.
 
Cinderella cleaned the fire. The job dirtied her naked body, her breasts, ass, legs and feet blackened from the wood ash. She was watched by three men, not for the job she was doing but as a sexual game. A task to expose her and make thoughts spin in her head. She filled the ash bucket and cleaned the mess from the floor. Awkwardness at juggling the cleaning tasks and trying to keep what she had just cleaned free from the ash. She was made to walk naked, in the cold up to the top of the garden and empty the ash onto the compost heap to feed the plants for the summer.
As she walked back she shivered. He cold feet wet and muddy but inside turmoil as the humiliation sent electric shocks of intense pleasure into her vagina.
She was ordered to wash her "filthy body" before sitting and exposing her "slut cunt" for the men to inspect. She was finally warm inside.



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Cornwall in England must be my favourite place. A sense of magic and mystery. Beautiful beaches and rocky shores. Places to explore and be explored.

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