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My mouth was wide open, my teeth could not meet, no words could come out, the uses of my mouth restricted. I feel the slow trickle of moist liquid slowly seep down from my mouth down through the crease in the corner of my lips and there is nothing I can do about it, my ability to suck in and remove the clogged saliva. This ball is taken in hand, this other object gags and fills my mouth and even impacts the muscles of my throat. The tie is firm against the skin of my cheek. This is how I sit in front of you. Tell me what you want to see and how you want me to behave?

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Something I used to hear my aunt say to me, “Honey, never judge a book by its cover.” I understood so little then, certainly not in depth, but these wise words now lead me to smile with a deep inner smile. You may be wondering who I’m telling this story to, saying my words, so maybe a little bit of me to help you understand my quiet inner fetish pleasure.

I am a more mature woman than otherwise, who lives what most would describe as downtown life rather quintessential in many ways and certainly in style and nature. I enjoy many simple and regular pleasures, gentle walks in the morning sun and cups of delicate Indian tea in elegant porcelain tea cups. My image has a signature style often in dark dark tones, I wear my hair tidy and well styled and my sense of dress could be considered a little prim in part, fitted dresses with neat nipple sizes, my simple style , practical with my brand gray pearls that I rarely leave. But all of this is just a cover of my daily life. Behind this cloak of everyday decorum hides a woman with a feverish and purulent spirit, awash with fetishistic thoughts and frizzy desires. My liberation is in my words, while I beaver at night by writing the scenes and the acts, the stories of naughty sex that burn me in the head. These are evil stories that wake up my body and cry out for attention. Because yes, I am a writer, and who secretly hides behind an unknown name, the pseudonym of a woman who aspires to lust and desire and arouses pleasure.

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I see myself, stripped of my usual clothes lightly dressed in a piece of controlling body, with legs at the bottom inclined on my deep velvet sofa, want to bind me. I am no longer this wise woman but the one who wants the feeling of restraint, of sexual control, of feeling the tension of the tight rope around my wrist, biting as I subtly move my position, reminder that I am limited in my movements and I’m here for another form of pleasure. I open my legs to feel a gentle breeze against my exposed pussy, my lips twist as they revel in their exposure. I don’t wear panties and I open my legs more to feel their delicious vulnerability, offering my body to be used and touched. My thoughts are focused only on pleasure, the sensation of stimulating my body, I reach my dildo and touch my already wet lips. My head threw back the pulsating action instantly beating through the folds of my skin in my sensitive clitoris. The throbbing vibration channels my mind, my arms do not move and I am taken to another place, while my body is immersed deeper in this black rubberized tool that I carefully maneuver between my bound hands. I spread my legs more widely, the sight that I imagine, the image of myself used and attached. Now, that feeling of being fucked as I go deeper and deeper into my body and it swells my lips and releases sudden shaking movements in my body as it responds to a pulsating rhythm.

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Now everything is dark, no light enters my vision, I have lost all sense of sight and can only rely on touch and sound. I love how calm it all seems, and I listen more carefully to hear the slightest noise while I recline on my sofa, my hands still locked in their position in front of me. I feel withdrawn from all the other elements of my room with just the powerful beat of the lips of my vagina responding to my attention and my touch.

My mind sinks into the thoughts of my lover who stands before me. He is calm with his requests and looks carefully at my body. His requests are simple but explicit. He wants to see how my body reacts, he wants to see every single movement, contraction, pulsation. How my juice moistens my charged dildo. He wants to see how my lips start to swell, how my legs part more and more for his inspection and how it turns me on. When he feels I’m ready, then he lets me cum, sending deeper waves of intense feelings pounding my body that I think are hiss to control and demand.

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So I find myself again on my elegant velvet sofa, my delicate porcelain cup in hand, sipping the refined drink gently. Who would think this feverish fantasy that was in me, that is to say for me, until later when I would be sitting at my desk and the beaver would move away on my keyboard , then my thoughts would come back to life.

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