| Straight: BDSM: The English Bitch (1/6) |
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Take your mind back into the past…the years long since gone…Relax…let the control that you live go…and let me tell you a dark fantasy that burns in my mind every night I fall asleep…and dream…of pain, of orgasms, of hunger and lust. I was in England…the days of carriages and horse drawn buggies…the days where men wore white woven wigs as well as the proper ladies of the day. I was in a hoop skirt that flowed wide at the hips. I was wearing heels and a waist cincher…it drew me in thin at the waist…I was in a white wig that had hair piled at the top and long ringlets down to my breasts. My breasts had much cleavage that bulged from the top of the neckline, showing all that I had to offer. And I was a lady of refinery…with the deepest hunger to be a well-used slut for a Master. How could a proper lady such as me want to become a dirty whore to be used and fucked? I often pondered this and felt so much shame and heat at the same time. I was in the town center on a cold winter day and walking without a sense of direction. I found I was locked deep within a fantasy that had me mesmerized about hard, lustful sexual encounters. I was bedded by my spouse last night, and it was very fast and quick, leaving me empty and hungry for something that was all for me… I dared not tell anyone the thoughts I had hidden within my mind. I would be considered a whore by all that knows me and bring shame upon the family name. And yet the need I had was now larger than me. I stopped for flowers when I looked up, and across the lane standing in front of a pub, I noticed a man staring at me. He wasn’t a man of nobility…for he did not have a fine fitted suit or wig upon his head. He had steel blue eyes that I could feel from where he was standing. I looked at him back…I wondered for just a moment if I knew him from somewhere. Why else would he be staring at me that way? He began to walk towards me…waiting for the carriages to pass, and I started feeling very nervous…No, I did not know him. Was he walking towards me? I made my purchase and began to walk away. The cobblestones were evident under my feet… All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, and it was he. “Excuse me my lady,” he said with the most attractive voice. I said, “May I help you sir?” “Good answer,” he replied. “I won’t tell you my name, my lady,” he said. “But I couldn’t help but notice that you are exquisitely beautiful. And I feel your hunger.” I looked at him in shock and humiliation. Was my need for sex so obvious? “I beg your pardon Sir?” I said to this stranger. “I would be more than happy to make you beg,” he replied. “You only need to say ‘As You Wish.’” I couldn’t believe a street urchin such as this had the audacity to speak to a proper lady such as myself like this! I could feel my cheeks begin to burn red and my heart begin to beat quite quickly. It was so shocking and horrifying and made my mind reel |
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