Bondage scarf story

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I whimpered and obediently sat on the sheepskin rug at his feet, feeling the new collar slip through my grasp. She falls to the bed, her face stings where he struck her. He unwraps the belt from my neck. Her stomach rolled, she felt…useless. She knew what she was doing. The fences of the garden were high, the trees set around them giving plenty of shade and cover.

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She knew what she was doing.

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An Afternoon Chair-tied in Silk Scarf Bondage

I hung my head in humiliation as she smiled and stated that my dirty little secret was safe with her, provided I allowed her to practice such activities on me, whenever she felt the desire to play! A sordid, kinky, sexually outrageous idea! She can feel it. My hands dug into her silky hair and I fell back against the bed as she gave my now exposed clit a thorough licking. He leans down bringing her breast to his mouth. She groaned from the gag, as I quietly, and quickly took her back to our prison.

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