SirJohnMandevill
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The subbies were sleeping, all snug with their chains, While the snapping of single tails raced through their brains; With ma in her corset, and I in my mask There was little more I, as a Master, could ask When down in the basment, there arose such a sound I thought local club members my dungeon had found. Next? Les (Purveyor of Fine Handcrafted Holiday Kink)
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Iam an eroticist I am a fully eroticized being No more neuroses I found my strip naked soul soup With the deviant ingredient ---The B-52s
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