A Friend, rue Pubriot, Paris

her-master:

You are trying so, so hard to look normal, aren’t you, girl? How hard is that, with your legs spread in your little skirt, feeling the cool air on your dripping wet cunt? How much harder since I haven’t let you cum for weeks, and now you spend your days quaking with your need for release? Have you learned your lesson? Well? Do you realize now that you are Mine, and that your pleasure is Mine—both to do with what I please? No, I don’t think you have, not fully.

Oh, did you feel that? Yes, girl, scramble for your phone that just buzzed. You know it’s another message from Me and you know what that means—It’s time to do it again. Lay that paper in your lap, reach up under that skirt, and rub your wet little clit. Yes, right here. Good girl… time to go to that edge once again. You really are such a good little slut. Good girl. If you’re a very good girl, maybe you will get to cum for me soon. Maybe. For now, just obey… this is your place… just obey.

[By the way, not that anyone cares, but this is a classic 1969 Henri Cartier-Bresson photograph taken in the Brasserie Lipp in Paris.]

(via her-master)

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