Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too. It felt satisfying, to hear men pant and beg, to hear their errant breathing, knowing that I was the one in control. I let my inner-slut continue, as I thought back to… things.I know that this captivity situation started flooding arousal into my mind, after I lost my fear and hunger. Continuous humiliation aroused my body, after I accepted that I had no choice. Feeling these things, I lost track of what was real, and I didn’t know whose emotions were they. Was it mine? Or was it my inner-slut’s. I felt alone, distanced from the craziness of Wall Street. I wasn’t like those guys and those guys weren’t like me. They enjoyed the thrill of the kill. They wanted to be rich and own property, have beautiful girlfriends and wives, and show off how rich they were. Some would go on to be politicians, rising up as important men in society. All I wanted was to live a happy and peaceful life. Perhaps Barnett was right; I was in the wrong place. After ten minutes on the treadmill, I pulled a few. “Kaisi lagi ? ” … sir neeche rakh kar hi boli .. “Achi hai” aur haath badha kar mujhe wapis kar di.Maine usko ek Blue Lace wali Bra Panty ki set di aur bola .. “Jao ise bhi pehan kar dekho … ” usko bhi try karne ke baad bahar ayi aur mujhe lauta diya.Phir maine ek Red wali set nikal ke di, yeh thodi transparent net type kapde ki bani thi, laces the. Breast ko poori cover karne wali cups nahin thi. Isi tharah panty bhi thodi transparent aur lace ki thi, aur kum cover karne wali thi. Uske dekar.Read More
