Whip it, Whip it Good

burlapThe evening has come, my darling is asleep and it is time for the hour I have been waiting for. This is the hour where I can take all that I suppressed throughout the day and release the pain, judgment, and shame. I carefully undress and grab the garment that is assigned for this hour. As I adorn the scratchy material, I go to my closet and grip the leather-bound tool to administer my assignment. Continue reading

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