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Therapeutic Masochism  Isabelle stood straight and tall as she admired her polished outfit. A black pencil skirt on her thighs clinged tightly, a blouse of black with bell sleeves that waved in the air around her pretty wrists. Her fingers were long, with dark ruby red polish on her nails. She smiled at herself in the mirror, knowing she looked pretty damned good. She had been on the phone priming her next , grooming them for a session with her. Isabelle now understood how hard a Dom had it with herself. Her own behaviour reflected back at her in the mirror's gaze. She had to tell them to hush and leave them to want her until she returned a text or call. Their greed was her we.apon of choice. Izzy moved about the house with focus. She grabbed the wooden spoon, and the spatula with silicone paddle. She grabbed the coconut oil and took the items with her into the dimly lit bedoom. The gypsy scarf from one of her many travels hung on the top of the shade, making a beautiful room just ligfht enough so he culd see the sparkle on her lips. She sat to put on her boots. He foot slid into the familiar satin inside the suede black shaft. The heels were 4 1/2 inches, but she could walk in them like a sex goddess should. Isabelle reached for the sparkly diamond earring in white gold dangled against her olive skin leaving trails of reflected light. She took a drag off her cigarette and pushed it out before putting on a dab of perfume in all the right places. She checked her phone when it buzzed against the side table. He was here and she told him which unit. Another white collar country boy grown older, and craving some excitement. She greeted him and walked him into the bedroom to consult before they would begin. Isabelle was getting more comfortable in her new position with each encounter. She felt empowered and they gave her all the adoration she could fathom. She had a way of compartmentalizing her emotions when she topped. It gave her a rush to tease, and inflict her mark on them though, for sure. This felt more like therapy for the men who frequented. They all remarked how she was the best they had ever been with. In her head, Isabelle acknowledged that likely those before were just women of the night, who saw the opportunity to make rent. As her subject lie bound to the bedframe, and writhed at her every touch. She grinned in spite of her introspection. Letting her beast out to play was a mind fuck for all involved, especially herself. Song for this post Fever - Peggy Lee |
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Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight Fever! In the mornin', a-fever all through the night Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right You give me fever When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight Fever! In the mornin', a-fever all through the night Everybody's got the fever That is something you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long ago Romeo loved Juliet Juliet, she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, "Julie, baby, you're my flame" Thou giveth fever When we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth Fever! I'm a fire, fever, yeah, I burn forsooth Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare" He gives me fever With his kisses, fever when he holds me tight Fever! I'm his missus, daddy, won't you treat him right? Now you've listened to my story Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade They give you fever When you kiss them, fever if you live and learn Fever! 'Til you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn
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Very provocative, young lady.
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Every time I play that with a band now I will have a good thought to go with it!  
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Lovely piece of writing. I love the photo too. 
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The masochist never knows how strong they are until being strong is the only choice.
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The masochist never knows how strong they are until being strong is the only choice.
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That Peggy Lee song is PERFECT for this post!!!
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