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ur shoulder. Then across your ass. Then down the sides of
your thighs. Then under your armpits. Then down your spine again to
complete the circle... each blow giving me a satisfying grunt/yell,
and some squirming, which makes it easier to hit a larger number of
targets.
I take a moment to approach you, and run my fingers across your pink
zebra flesh. I half-jokingly ask you if you're ready to begin now, and
somewhere, outside the sphere, I hear someone laugh. You don't answer
me, so I grab a handful of your hair and turn your head to make sure
that you are still in *some* plane of being, if not mine... your eyes
are closed, but as I tighten my grip on your hair, they open. Again, I
ask you, in a whisper, if you are ready to begin. You mouth a "yes",
then close your eyes again...
I release you, then search in my toybag for the one impliment that
you've not met yet... in fact, you will be the first to feel it. I
shake the tails out, and drape them over your shoulder. You turn your
head to feel the leather caressing your cheek, and I chuckle inwardly
when you jerk your head away from what you find sliding over your
skin: leather and knotted cords
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