Is this how you want me, she thought. She couldn’t ask, not with the stupid handle of the stupid du
Is this how you want me, she thought. She couldn’t ask, not with the stupid handle of the stupid duster clenched between her teeth.Is this how you want me to look? she wondered, trying to look sensual for him. Arching her back, pushing her tits out more.Is this how you want to be dressed for you? she thought, wearing the ridiculous maid uniform he’d suggested.. no, not a suggestion. the uniform he’d commanded she buy. Is this how you want to me pose? she wondered, the timer on the camera taking another photo. She didn’t want to send them to him. He’d just put them up on his tumblr page, tagging her in the image. Letting his followers see what a dumb, obedient little thing she’d become for him.Is this what you want from me? she thought. To make her humiliate herself day in, day out, forcing her, compelling her, making her turn herself into a stupid toy for his amusement.Because if it is, I’ll do it, she thought. Because I have no choice. I am Master’s little fifidoll. Yes Master, oui Monsieur, whatever you command. -- source link
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