sec2dom
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It's that look you give. The look that says,"I love how you use me,let me serve you." Like the change from Pacifist to Warrior,this is both a shift and an extension,and again,I don't have the training and toolsto match who I have become. I see one woman among others,equally young, equally nubile.My eyes lock on the broad strap of her purse,confining, defining breasts,pressing, tugging, spreading them.When I walk quickly and turnto watch her approach,I knowI want my woman to want to be bound. A revelation that should not surprise, but does. When a former love suggested Captain/Stowaway play,I searched for three days to find the perfect ship,One week more to find the perfect restraints.When she said "No, not Captain/Slave"just a fantasy game,my thrill sank. I called myself Lover, not Captain. I kept the clothes and restraints. I will be Captain,master of she who wants to serve me. It is who I am. Sept 4, 2007
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