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When he takes my chin in his hand...
this lightly controlling touch utterly undoes me...
makes me melt into your domination...
needing you desperately...
My heart already racing.
Do you trust me baby?
Really trust me?
Yes...I completely trust you, Sir. With my everything.
How far will you let me go ?

Trusting you means I trust you to know just how far...
That you will know when I am about to break...
When I am about to fall...
When the subspace becomes almost too deep.
I trust you to take care of me. To love me.
To catch me before I fall.
To hold me when I am a quivering mess of submission.
To give me tender aftercare in the aftermath.
That I will be spent...but not broken from our play.
I will let you take me farther than I knew I could go.
 
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when he checks to see if his pussy is ready for him....
growling in my ear....
"am I going to find a wet cunt little girl? Am I?"
I squirm as I feel his large hand invade my panties...
his other hand cupping my breast and then pinching my already erect bud...
and his growl deepens... "hold still... DO NOT MOVE...
..... THIS is MINE.... understand Princess?"
 
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