Lingering

I wonder just how long he’d hafta stand there before he started whining to get free.

That’d be when I’d break out the violet wand.

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  1. A MASTER once used a violet wand on me at Hellfire and reduced me to tears. HE had me stripped, trussed up on a St. Andrew’s Cross and horny as hell. i’m a built guy from lots of hours in the gym, so i don’t take second place when it comes to having a very good body. Strapped there for everyone to see made my boydick hard and dripping. Then HE started with flogging me until the endorphins had me in la-la land. That’s when HE got the wand out. It wasn’t long before i was crying like a fucking baby from horniness, frustration and pain. When HE let me down, HE hugged me and said that i looked like “a piece of art.” It was the best compliment i’ve ever gotten, and i got down on my knees, kissed HIS boots and licked my tears off of them.

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