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| I walk resolutely to Master's Dungeon. I know today I am to learn a new lesson. As I walk down the hall to the shiny black oak door, my body becomes tense. My nipples stand erect, my palms are sweating. I have to resist the urge to just squeeze my pussy lips beneath my skirt just once. I take a deep breath. Why must I always battle for possession of my mind with the lust that rages through me constantly? Why can't I be a vanilla girl and get excited by candy and flowers, not floggers and clamps? Just the thought of being under Master's expert care, my knees are shaking. The door is 2 feet away from me now. My fingers nervously unbutton my blouse. I can see the silky fabric shimmering in my trembling hands. Butterflies have set up camp in my stomach. My throat is suddenly dry as my skirt whispers down my hips and puddles at my feet. The clothes are folded neatly outside the door on the table there just for my convenience. I was told to remain in shoes and stock...
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| Climate of Patience | 2001-07-11 | 8.188 | ||||