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please, Sir
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previous posts ... small thing, big impact: a small wooden hand that i brought back with me from Indonesia ... i love holding it, enjoying both the colour and the smoothness of the wood. The motion of doing this helps put my mind in that calm place i like to be. me: this is
actually my webpage, which will need to be worked on as well, especially since i am making
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He used all the knives. my legs and arms were tied so that i was spread-eagle on the bed, and then Master pulled out his knives from the drawer where He keeps them. He tossed them on the blanket, landing in between my legs. The expression He wore was a mixture of strength and ownership, blended with a glint of defiance. When He left briefly, then returned with His machete, it took the whole of my willpower not to squirm. i won't ever forget the sharp snapping sound as He flicked each knife open. Nor will i forget the feel of the icy steel as He rested each in turn on my body. His face took on a look of concentration as He created a pattern with them, against my skin. The machete He rested upon my belly. Once satisfied, He then selected a knife at random, and ran its blade slowly across my body. Down the length of my leg, across my stomach, around and over each breast. Two knives holding a nipple delicately between their steel, then the machete ringing out its familiar "shwaang" as it was scraped across my willing skin. i must stay still and contain the excitement that i experience when He does this for me. But i also find myself embracing the most wonderful floating sensation as well. There are many who say; "aren't you afraid?" But i'm not. They think it odd when i give my reply with the only words i can think of to describe how i feel. It calms me. He is my Master. i trust Him that much. ... shadoe October 23
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i like the
homeyness this icon reminds me of, it reflects how i feel when i am with
Master