parttimehotty -> RE: Secret Society (1/15/2008 5:53:06 AM)
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ORIGINAL: sHHedonist With all due respects to all of the Master/Owners on this board and within reading distance, please, please, please, pretty please with lots and lots of juicy juice on top ... please tell me where Your secret society is? Where do all of You Master/Owners hang out and scrub up on Your criteria and protocols and decide who has an ounce of worth for servitude and who just has to spend the rest of their life existing? Please, I won't tell anyone, I promise!!! I promise. Please, just give me the hint(s) of where this underground secret society is, where you hold those auctions, where you discard and trade off, sell and reuse the females who are born into and need to be in servitude in order to live, in order to be given a life, that life of complete, 100% servitude. On my knees, I swear, I beg, please someone take mercy on this lifeless soul....... Please! Psst.... There is a super-secret school all Doms attend. Knowledge of this kinky institution is a closely guarded secret. Revealing its location is punishable by death! Nah, you say? It must be true. How else would they all know? Know that exact tone of voice that turns the simplest request to a command. No matter that i'm dead tired and feeling entirely unsexy, The Tone curls around my belly, slides down and starts the juices flowing. I hate that! Then there's The Grip. Natural and unobtrusive as breathing, His fingers twine in my hair, effortlessly gripping and pulling me to Him. This instantly transforms my knees and will to jello. I'm helpless to resist as He guides my head to the location of His choice. Sigh! But then the worst is The Look, a piercing study that bares my every thought to said Dom. The Look conveys a stern reminder of His Dominance and my submission. Rational though instantly ceases and I fall prostrate, kissing His feet. They all know this! Must be that school. But don't tell anyone you heard it here!
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