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I walk behind you. Two steps. Head
down. My feet are bare, my body
sculpted by a corset and a bra that
lifts my breasts but leaves them free
to be seen. I keep my face neutral,
my hands clasped in front of me. I am
the epitome of a demure submissive.
Inside, I'm dancing. My heart is
tripping over itself and my cunt is slick.
Nervous excitement beads sweat
on my lower back. We reach the stage
and I climb up with graceful steps
that feel anything but. You step to
the side and I see it. The cross
I'm to be bound to. I pause, for less
than a hair's breadth of a second, then
turn, rest against the coolness
of the wood. My hands lift of their
own accord and you bind my wrists
to the upper posts. My feet slide apart
and my ankles joint in bondage.
My eyes stare out into the sea of faces.
Smiles. Knowing smirks. Level stares
that know what they'd do to me in your
place. All of them, watching us. You. Me.
Your hand grabs my chin and twists it
firmly towards your face. “Eyes on me,”
you say. “Yes, Sir.” The phrase comes
naturally to my lips. You know it, and
it makes you smile. So we begin.
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👀 something happened here.
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Love it, " heart tripping over itself " great line, 

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