Master lets out the most evil little laugh.
He is pleased that she thought to hold the riding crop, in her teeth.
He gently removes the crop from her teeth,
and places it on the table.
His fingers slide ever so gently through her hair.
Master explores her, gently, ever so slowly and completely.
The crop teases her, the leather tip gently caressing her.
The trembling is silent, but present,
...as she awaits it's treat.
But, it doesn't come.
Master is knowing her, this time.
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Slow and easy...I want to see it in your eyes.
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