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The Freedom of restraint
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The rope bit into her tender skin. Her nipples swollen and over-stimulated ached from the gentle breeze of the fan. Drool from the ball gag ran like a waterfall. All the while the rope, always the rope digging deeper into her most tender, sensitive areas. She thought of begging, no pleading for mercy but she knew there would be none. Once under an extremely physical tie she had cried out for mercy. "Please." she said so sweetly. Desperately. He smiled with satisfaction. "Mercy?" he asked as if confounded. "There is no mercy."
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Posted on : May 14, 2013
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