17th June 2014

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From Switchy Woman at Ruined Boudoir:

The busty brunette with the long wild hair sat with her fingertips pressed against her forehead, shielding her face. “Can you turn that thing down…” she moaned.
“No, m’am, I can’t.”
She slowly lifted her head, tilted it slightly, yet defiantly, to the side and looked the traditional muscle man in in the eye. “Can’t or won’t,” she said with an authoritative curtness that made her words more of an accusation than a question.
Silence.
Still, she held the man’s gaze for a few more seconds… Moving her manicured hand to the table top, drumming her fingernails in impatience and annoyance on the top — click-click-click, click-click-click — for full effect.

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From Switchy Woman at Ruined Boudoir:

The busty brunette with the long wild hair sat with her fingertips pressed against her forehead, shielding her face. “Can you turn that thing down…” she moaned.

“No, m’am, I can’t.”

She slowly lifted her head, tilted it slightly, yet defiantly, to the side and looked the traditional muscle man in in the eye. “Can’t or won’t,” she said with an authoritative curtness that made her words more of an accusation than a question.

Silence.

Still, she held the man’s gaze for a few more seconds… Moving her manicured hand to the table top, drumming her fingernails in impatience and annoyance on the top — click-click-click, click-click-click — for full effect.

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25th May 2014

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Worship me, you pitiful creature, and perhaps you will invoke my mercy. But that is not why you have come to my temple, is it? If you want mercy and sweet nothings simpered in your ear, you had best look elsewhere, because I will not cater to your laughable desires. I am a Goddess in every sense, and I expect and demand no less than your utmost and entire devotion to me and only me. Even if I have to take it with my whip, dragging it over your achingly hard cock.

Shower me with your gold and plastic, dog. You think you work for yourself, no, you work your dreary job daily for ME. To bestow on me the tributes and offerings I so richly deserve. I can see you shaking with barely suppressed pleasure as the numbers in your bank account grow smaller as mine grow larger. You can see me draped in luxurious fabrics, dripping in fine jewelry, and it makes you MOAN.

Good, slave. Pleasing your goddess should be your only goal in your miserable life.

Are you excited yet?

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22nd May 2014

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21st May 2014

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13th May 2014

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11th May 2014

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1st May 2014

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That night there was an unusual storm brewing. That night you, as usual, had nothing to do; so you sat home alone, in your ratty robe, reading.
Your mood was restless and agitated. Your mind wandered from the story before you and prowled with the winds, roughly pulling at the shutters and wildly wailing through the tree limbs. You kept trying to bring it back, re-reading the same paragraphs again and again, only to find yourself returning to thoughts of the blustery world outside… The currents were your hands, coarsely caressing and tossing aside; the gusts grating and buffeting like a glans into whatever crevice wanderlust made manifest before moving onto the next.
Such acrimonious appetites were disturbed by a noise. It sounded like something — maybe the wind itself? — was at the door.
Muttering to yourself, you put the book down on the settee and allowed yourself the distraction of going to check.
Upon opening the door you found a stray sitting on your doorstep — but this kitten seeking shelter was no ball of fluff. It was a blonde-haired, ivory-skinned kitten who sat (her most intimate parts barely covered by flimsy bits of peach silk and ivory lace) with her knees tucked beneath her chin, hands grasping delicate ankles above pretty silver shoes.

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Warm Wet Velvet (At Secondhand Rose’s Ruined Boudoir)

That night there was an unusual storm brewing. That night you, as usual, had nothing to do; so you sat home alone, in your ratty robe, reading.

Your mood was restless and agitated. Your mind wandered from the story before you and prowled with the winds, roughly pulling at the shutters and wildly wailing through the tree limbs. You kept trying to bring it back, re-reading the same paragraphs again and again, only to find yourself returning to thoughts of the blustery world outside… The currents were your hands, coarsely caressing and tossing aside; the gusts grating and buffeting like a glans into whatever crevice wanderlust made manifest before moving onto the next.

Such acrimonious appetites were disturbed by a noise. It sounded like something — maybe the wind itself? — was at the door.

Muttering to yourself, you put the book down on the settee and allowed yourself the distraction of going to check.

Upon opening the door you found a stray sitting on your doorstep — but this kitten seeking shelter was no ball of fluff. It was a blonde-haired, ivory-skinned kitten who sat (her most intimate parts barely covered by flimsy bits of peach silk and ivory lace) with her knees tucked beneath her chin, hands grasping delicate ankles above pretty silver shoes.

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1st May 2014

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28th April 2014

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Move the hand down a bit…

Move the hand down a bit…

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26th April 2014

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Warm Wet Velvet (At Secondhand Rose’s Ruined Boudoir)

That night there was an unusual storm brewing. That night you, as usual, had nothing to do; so you sat home alone, in your ratty robe, reading.
Your mood was restless and agitated. Your mind wandered from the story before you and prowled with the winds, roughly pulling at the shutters and wildly wailing through the tree limbs. You kept trying to bring it back, re-reading the same paragraphs again and again, only to find yourself returning to thoughts of the blustery world outside… The currents were your hands, coarsely caressing and tossing aside; the gusts grating and buffeting like a glans into whatever crevice wanderlust made manifest before moving onto the next.
Such acrimonious appetites were disturbed by a noise. It sounded like something — maybe the wind itself? — was at the door.
Muttering to yourself, you put the book down on the settee and allowed yourself the distraction of going to check.
Upon opening the door you found a stray sitting on your doorstep — but this kitten seeking shelter was no ball of fluff. It was a blonde-haired, ivory-skinned kitten who sat (her most intimate parts barely covered by flimsy bits of peach silk and ivory lace) with her knees tucked beneath her chin, hands grasping delicate ankles above pretty silver shoes.

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Warm Wet Velvet (At Secondhand Rose’s Ruined Boudoir)

That night there was an unusual storm brewing. That night you, as usual, had nothing to do; so you sat home alone, in your ratty robe, reading.

Your mood was restless and agitated. Your mind wandered from the story before you and prowled with the winds, roughly pulling at the shutters and wildly wailing through the tree limbs. You kept trying to bring it back, re-reading the same paragraphs again and again, only to find yourself returning to thoughts of the blustery world outside… The currents were your hands, coarsely caressing and tossing aside; the gusts grating and buffeting like a glans into whatever crevice wanderlust made manifest before moving onto the next.

Such acrimonious appetites were disturbed by a noise. It sounded like something — maybe the wind itself? — was at the door.

Muttering to yourself, you put the book down on the settee and allowed yourself the distraction of going to check.

Upon opening the door you found a stray sitting on your doorstep — but this kitten seeking shelter was no ball of fluff. It was a blonde-haired, ivory-skinned kitten who sat (her most intimate parts barely covered by flimsy bits of peach silk and ivory lace) with her knees tucked beneath her chin, hands grasping delicate ankles above pretty silver shoes.

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