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sexual fantasy story of Misao Aikawa :
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ce. I'm also wearing His nastiest pair of alligator Tit Clamps,
for the first time adjusted to their tightest strength, held together by
a Chain with a five-pound Weight hanging from it. And, of course, I'm
wearing my trademark: the Leather eyepatch tightly bound to my head and
covering my right eye.
Master didn't veto any of my decisions about our attire; in fact,
the only thing He did veto was the part I wrote for Him; I was subjected
to two days in Limbo for that insolence. I deserved it, too!
Master walks slowly so I don't fall; He realizes that this is
important enough to me that I want no fuckups. He knows that I am
protecting His Dignity as a Master by making as solemn a ceremony as
possible; He's ensuring that my dignity as His slave is also protected
while He humors my romantic nature. Part of the reason for this
consideration is that this day
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