| I dream of being kept - a torment drawn out for a week or more. My dream is about to come true. Monday: You tell me to strip in the middle of the living room out of the blue. I am instantly hard. I comply as quickly as I can, fumbling a little bit. I stack my cloths neatly in a pile, as you have instructed me to do. I go to my knees, my hands behind my head, fingers laced. I am instantly and insistently hard. All my thoughts are focused on pleasing you. You tell me that I have not shaved my body thoroughly enough, and that I am not to miss a hair. You order me into the bathroom. I emerge half an hour later to find you lazily looking at a magazine on the couch, a riding crop in your hand, black leather thigh-high stiletto heeled boots, black leather corset. Your beautiful breasts are bare. Your long nipples erect. I find myself staring. "Eyes down!" You order, "On your knees in the position." Instantly I am kneeling before you, again with my hands behind my head. Yo...
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