The pit in your stomach… When your wife tells you she’s invited a friend to join Her for your Friday night beating. A friend whose never trampled before, but is DYING to try!

The pit in your stomach… When your wife tells you she’s invited a friend to join Her for your Friday night beating. A friend whose never trampled before, but is DYING to try!

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Beauty, Confidence, Power. They Can Drive The Most Boorish Of Chauvinists To His Knees. The Crop And Stilettos Will Do Their Work Swiftly. Soon He Will Be A Sobbing Pile Of Blind Obedience, Compliance And Devotion. It&Amp;Rsquo;S The Natural Order. Resign

The Perfect &Amp;Lsquo;Weapon&Amp;Rsquo; Of The Future You Ask? It&Amp;Rsquo;S Not Mounted On A Tank, Nor Bolted To A Jet. It Takes No Prisoners&Amp;Hellip;And It Celebrates Every 'Kill&Amp;Rsquo; With Gleeful Enthusiasm. And 'She&Amp;Rsquo; And The Millions Like Her, Will

The Culling Of The Ranks During The Annual Festival Celebrating The New World Order. The Entertainment Of The Moment? This Poor Miscreant, Plucked From The Ranks And Chased Around The Square On Horseback And Under The Whip Until It Collapses From

I Despise Most Anything Connected To The Kardashians&Amp;Hellip; Except! Who Wouldn&Amp;Rsquo;T Throw Themselves In The Path Of The Incomparable Kendall Jenner Just For The Privilege Of Being Walked On?

Hmmmm, Another New Pool Boy. This One Will Look Good On My Floor! After I&Amp;Rsquo;Ve Used Him For My Pleasure And Then&Amp;Hellip; Well, You Know. That Whole Black Widow Thing!

You Think This Is Cruel? I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Believe In Allowing Animals In The House. Just That Simple. So, It Stays Chained Up Outside. They Adapt&Amp;Hellip;Or They Die. &Amp;Ldquo;That&Amp;Rsquo;S It Doggie. Lick All That Snow Off Goddesses Boots And I&Amp;Rsquo;Ll

I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Cotton. I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Synthetics. I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Wear Wool&Amp;Hellip;It Scratches My Soft Golden Skin. I Only Wear Leather&Amp;Hellip;.Or Fur. I Like To Feel Skin Against My Skin. I Love The Feel, The Smell&Amp;Hellip;How It Mixes With

My Salute To The Poor, The Starving, The Beggars Who Litter My Path. You&Amp;Rsquo;Re Not My F-Cking Problem.

Nothing But Leather Will Do My Pet. Bring Your Face Close. Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Move, Remain Still&Amp;Hellip;Inches Away&Amp;Hellip;And Just Stare At It. Now, Put Your Nose There, Right Between My Perfect Cheeks. Breathe Deeply. Press In, In To Where You Can&Amp;Rsquo;

In Days Of Old, Warriors Would Prepare For Battle. War Paint Applied Armor Placed On Them They Would Ride Into Battle Not Knowing If They Would Prevail&Amp;Hellip;Be Victorious. I Too, Apply The War Paint. I Slither Into The Skins Of The Conquered

Certainly I Dress To Arouse. To Entice. Myself Included! But Today Eclipses Mere Fashion And Style. I Reached For A Very Special Pair. Engineered To Perfection. Lethal. Carefully Crafted For Pain And Destruction. And&Amp;Hellip;I&Amp;Rsquo;M On The Hunt.

A Few Recent Selfies Of Your&Amp;Rsquo;S Truly. Just To Keep It Real.

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