I took my time getting ready to go out. I knew what I wanted to wear, and how I would do my hair and my makeup so I was going through those little rituals automatically, not thinking much about what I was doing. I'd been preoccupied all day. I didn't know what was going to happen tonight and couldn't stop wondering, fantasizing about it. Standing in the hot shower letting the water fall on my face as I turned into the spray, I thought, would he slap my face? Cum on it? Have someone else do those things? Lathering up my hair, I gathered it together and pulled a little. I was pretty sure he'd pull my hair, but how hard? Hard enough to hurt or just enough to control my head? How would he control me? Tie me up or just tell me what he wanted, knowing that I'd do it? Getting tied up might be easier, but then if it was easier, he'd probably expect more. That was worrying me. What does he expect? I don't want to disappoint him. I don't think I will, but...it was confusing. It wou...
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