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by: Kaki The soft smile that crosses your face as the leather caresses your body. That smile is mine. The pleasing rose that your flesh turns with the shape of my palm burning through. That flesh is mine. The sound of your pleas begging into the air for one more stroke. That sound is for only me. The gentle pressure of your cheek against my thigh, your breath, soft pants whispering across my skin your hair like silk clenched in my hands your muscles sinew, flowing in movement. Everything that is you belongs to me and when I hear your voice gasping "Mistress please" in those moment I know that a part of me now belongs to you. 
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