The next day my tattooist arrived and I gave him the template for the work I wanted him to do just above your cunt. It read; “My name is Ellie and I am the property of My Master, Jan Debrukke, whom I will honor and obey until the day I die.”
Read MoreHer fingers brushed against my crotch. I then told her I wanted her to press her shoe, her black stilettos, against my cock. She placed her foot on my lap. I took her high heel in my hand...
Read MoreIt's always the same fight. Be nice, don't act out, be gentle, versus — you know what, fuck that shit…
Read MoreThe first thing about NYC is this new word I’ve been learning called “boundaries”. As far as I can tell it means “no”. Everybody is big on fucking boundaries here. I’ll literally say hi to a girl and it’s not uncommon for her to say “I’m not interested in you please don’t talk to me”…
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