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Apparently I've been living in a cave and have no idea what you are referring to 😕
b9999998
4d ago
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Please feel free to post, here and at !hegre@lemmynsfw.com 👍
b9999998
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Cutie 👍😍
b9999998
2w ago
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Will try to cut a GIF later more focused on the rope aspects...
b9999998
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Every journey starts with a first step - try posting content that is not too personally identifiable to you (including your furniture, surroundings - learn to use basic image editing tools for cropping and blurring). You don't need to show your whole body or face, or feel the need to respond to anybody you don't want to talk to...
Try it - you may find it intoxicating 😉
b9999998
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Awesome to have you post here 😍
b9999998
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Literary words are so powerful...
passage from "Story of O" re this scene:
"So give us your answer," he said. "Do you consent?"
Finally she said that she did. Gently he helped her up and, having sat down on the big sofa, made her kneel down alongside him facing the sofa, on which reclined her outstretched arms, her bust, and her head. Her eyes were closed, and an image she had seen several years before flashed across her mind: a strange print portraying a woman kneeling, as she was, before an armchair. The floor was of tile, and in one corner a dog and child were playing. The woman's skirts were raised, and standing close beside her was a man brandishing a handful of switches, ready to whip her. They were all dressed in sixteenth-century clothes, and the print bore a title which she found disgusting: Family Punishment.
With one hand, René took her wrists in a viselike grip, and with the other lifted her skirts so high that she could feel the muslin lining brush her cheek. He caressed her flanks and drew Sir Stephen's attention to the two dimples that graced them, and the softness of the furrow between her thighs. Then with that same hand he pressed her waist, to accentuate further her buttocks, and ordered her to open her knees wider. She obeyed without saying a word. The honors René was bestowing upon her body, and Sir Stephen's replies, and the coarseness of the terms the men were using so overwhelmed her with a shame as violent as it was unexpected that the desire she had felt to be had by Sir Stephen vanished and she began to wish for the whip as a deliverance, for the pain and screams as a justification. But Sir Stephen's hands pried open her again, caressed her until she moaned. She was vanquished, undone, and humiliated that she had moaned.
"I leave you to Sir Stephen," René then said. "Remain the way you are, he'll dismiss you when he sees fit."
How often had she remained like this at Roissy, on her knees, offered to one and all? But then she had always had her hands bound together by the bracelets, a happy prisoner upon whom everything was imposed and from whom nothing was asked. Here it was through her own free will that she remained half naked, whereas a single gesture, the same that would have sufficed to bring her back to her feet, would also have sufficed to cover her. Her promise bound her as much as had the leather bracelets and chains. Was it only the promise? And however humiliated she was, or rather because she had been humiliated, was it not somehow pleasant to be esteemed only for her humiliation, for the meekness with which she surrendered, for the obedient way in which she opened?
b9999998
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I loved watching her - I wouldn't consider her experiences as bonkers though.
Her 
scene was hot - her take on it https://web.archive.org/web/20150218083624/http://www.xojane.com/sex/belle-knox-duke-porn-star-rough-sex-feminism-kink
