WearMeWell
Literotica Guru
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Dear X,
A collar made of barbed wire please.
I will let it rest in my hands and admire it while I listen to you express your "undying eternal love and heartfelt devotion..."
I will quell the waves of nausea while you speak the words I have heard, and read, you say to at least 5 other women in the last 3 years. Tell me, how do you sit with balls that big? --oh yes, i remember now; you take them off when no one else is around...
You'll look into my shimmering eyes, and no doubt think you are bringing me joy and wonder. --while i bite back sardonic laughter...
I will wait patiently for you to finish, looking at you intently...watching you while i quietly ponder...(whether to shove the collar down your throat or up your ass...)
When you've finished, and stand before me awaiting my reply, my hand will close around the collar; a silent moment will hover in pause while i collect my thoughts...
Your eyes roll back in your head as my collar clad fist collides with your mouth. Youre still trying to focus as my foot arcs swiftly upward from the floor, connecting where those balls youre exhibiting seat.
As you sink, slumping forehead to the floor… I can’t resist the irony.
“Take your collar and shove it up your ass.” *pause “Same shit, different day;…right honey? You really need some newer material.”
me~
Dear X,
A collar made of barbed wire please.
I will let it rest in my hands and admire it while I listen to you express your "undying eternal love and heartfelt devotion..."
I will quell the waves of nausea while you speak the words I have heard, and read, you say to at least 5 other women in the last 3 years. Tell me, how do you sit with balls that big? --oh yes, i remember now; you take them off when no one else is around...
You'll look into my shimmering eyes, and no doubt think you are bringing me joy and wonder. --while i bite back sardonic laughter...
I will wait patiently for you to finish, looking at you intently...watching you while i quietly ponder...(whether to shove the collar down your throat or up your ass...)
When you've finished, and stand before me awaiting my reply, my hand will close around the collar; a silent moment will hover in pause while i collect my thoughts...
Your eyes roll back in your head as my collar clad fist collides with your mouth. Youre still trying to focus as my foot arcs swiftly upward from the floor, connecting where those balls youre exhibiting seat.
As you sink, slumping forehead to the floor… I can’t resist the irony.
“Take your collar and shove it up your ass.” *pause “Same shit, different day;…right honey? You really need some newer material.”
me~



