sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
The Point of No Return.
...She knew when the loop-strap of
her gown cleared her elbow
there would be no going back…
The gown would slip silently to the floor,
he would lay her gently, nude, on the divan
(face up this time)
and fetch the short whip from the cupboard…
She had sworn to herself she would
never submit to this again -
(the last time she had carried the welts
for over a month) and yet here she was…
Here she was…
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...She knew when the loop-strap of
her gown cleared her elbow
there would be no going back…
The gown would slip silently to the floor,
he would lay her gently, nude, on the divan
(face up this time)
and fetch the short whip from the cupboard…
She had sworn to herself she would
never submit to this again -
(the last time she had carried the welts
for over a month) and yet here she was…
Here she was…
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