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Sometimes words can be more arousing than deeds but not always. She is tall and not always happy about it. Many tall women wish they were shorter just as shorter girls wish they had a few extra inches. Few people are entirely happy with their bodies. But to the submissive, lying on the bed, the tall, beautifully dressed woman was a dream fulfilled. Not that at this particular moment she could see her. Her eyes were covered in a black silk mask. She was wearing a black leather collar that forced her head up, cupping her chin. Her hands were cuffed together and a chain between them held them up above her breasts, fixed to a ring in the front of the collar. The sheer, black silk blouse she wore was buttoned to her neck but below the waist she was naked. Her knees Bostancı Escort were drawn slightly up. A rubber ball was strapped between her lips. She could feel and she could hear and the absence of sight heightened both those senses. Earlier that evening the two women had been in the sitting room of the flat overlooking the garden, the late evening sun gilding the leaves on the trees. They had had a glass of wine each as they unwound from their separate, busy days. Friday evenings were their close time, their period of togetherness, reserved exclusively for each other. She had looked at her Mistress as she sipped the wine. The gun metal full skirt that spread around her thighs on the seat. The pale blue silk blouse, open slightly more than it would Bostancı Escort Bayan have been when she was at work. The barely black stockings that she knew were held up with suspenders and above them the thin silk thong that cupped her treasure and disappeared between her buttocks. She could just see the lace edge of her white blouse. Her shoes, strappy and expensive, lay abandoned on the rich carpet. She had watched her dress this morning and knew every detail. ‘Go and have a shower, put on the black blouse only and stand in the bedroom – wait for me there.’ ‘Yes, Miss.’ She stood and went to the bedroom where she undressed then into the bathroom. She showered carefully, enjoying the heat and steam. A few minutes later she was standing, naked Escort Bostancı but for the blouse, waiting for her Mistress. Her reflection in the mirror watched her. Her small breasts topped with hard nipples, the bald pubis, the slight smile beneath the fall of her hair. Her Mistress joined her. Standing behind her she fitted the silk mask over her sub’s eyes. ‘Shh.’ This to stifle an enquiry. The gag was pushed gently between her lips and tied under her hair at the back. The collar was fixed around her neck and buckled behind it, forcing her head up. Her Mistress’s hands stroked her silk covered arms and slipped leather cuffs around them, then, moving in front, she lifted them to clip them to the collar. ‘Lie down and lift your knees a little.’ A hand caressed her hair as she felt the bed drop as her Mistress put her weight beside her.. ‘Now, just listen. Concentrate on my every word and anything else you may hear me do. Don’t move, don’t try to speak, just listen and feel. ‘Your nipples are hard.

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