"Well, you are. On your knees, or bent over a table, or hanging from your wrists, or all spread out, tied up, trembling, your hair mussed, your pale skin flushed, those beautifully expressive brown eyes filled with helpless agony as you're beaten or whipped or cut or shocked... and you scream and whimper and plead so prettily..." My, I think it is getting a bit warm in here... :D
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My, I think it is getting a bit warm in here...
:D
*runs to next part*