Ever wonder how dehumanization can become erotic? xx video I heard footsteps. I needed to know that the same hands that could hurt me, discipline me, teach me, could also love me and comfort me. But first, my signature. I could make out shadows, nothing more. I wanted to think of it as “our” home but I was to be his slave and nothing belonged to me, not even my own voice. As I signed my given name and acknowledged my new name, my pussy became wet. Make any and all arrangements and say your good-byes.”
Click. But first, my signature. There was. The phone was ringing. It took no time at all for me to work myself into a frenzy. I knew the protocol. He stood before me, I could see his
