dansemajik
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Denny is my name:
I am a woman who is floating in a reality that doesn't quite mesh with real life. I live mostly in a haze that is induced by this force I don't understand.
I am kept in chains more often then not. Either bound by my hands with my arms stretched straight above me, or my hands bound behind me while I am forced to sit for hours, by ass resting on my heels with my legs wide open.
I am seldom allowed clothing. Thigh high boots, with four inch spike heels. i sometimes fantasize breaking free and shoving one of those boots into my masters eyeball. It goes as quickly as it comes that thought. The punishement for any misjudgement in behavior on my part demands swift and painful punishment.
the sex is wonderful. It is better than wonderful. I don't remember how I got to this place in my life, or Why my master has me blindfolded before he comes to me.
My hair is golden, and falls down my back in a golden ripple of waves. My eyes are a deep blue, when I look in the mirror, they are haunted, they have seen things. I don't know what.
My body is in excellent shape. I am made to run 3 miles a day, and forced to lift weights for an hour every other day.
My breasts are nicely shaped, and full, still perky, they are so big to where they will ever sag, and yet large enough to please any man.
I am waiting in this room, the blindfold in place. I feel the air chill, then get hot and I know he is in the room.
OOC: If you have read my forgotten series in erotic fiction, you know where I am going. this post is open to any who want to play on the dark playground. There can be other slaves, other
beings of shadow, lets see where we can take this... I am just entering the world of BDSM, and loving it...so I bow to those I may learn from, and look forward to seeing what we can do here.
I am a woman who is floating in a reality that doesn't quite mesh with real life. I live mostly in a haze that is induced by this force I don't understand.
I am kept in chains more often then not. Either bound by my hands with my arms stretched straight above me, or my hands bound behind me while I am forced to sit for hours, by ass resting on my heels with my legs wide open.
I am seldom allowed clothing. Thigh high boots, with four inch spike heels. i sometimes fantasize breaking free and shoving one of those boots into my masters eyeball. It goes as quickly as it comes that thought. The punishement for any misjudgement in behavior on my part demands swift and painful punishment.
the sex is wonderful. It is better than wonderful. I don't remember how I got to this place in my life, or Why my master has me blindfolded before he comes to me.
My hair is golden, and falls down my back in a golden ripple of waves. My eyes are a deep blue, when I look in the mirror, they are haunted, they have seen things. I don't know what.
My body is in excellent shape. I am made to run 3 miles a day, and forced to lift weights for an hour every other day.
My breasts are nicely shaped, and full, still perky, they are so big to where they will ever sag, and yet large enough to please any man.
I am waiting in this room, the blindfold in place. I feel the air chill, then get hot and I know he is in the room.
OOC: If you have read my forgotten series in erotic fiction, you know where I am going. this post is open to any who want to play on the dark playground. There can be other slaves, other
beings of shadow, lets see where we can take this... I am just entering the world of BDSM, and loving it...so I bow to those I may learn from, and look forward to seeing what we can do here.