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As she stood before me now, the arms folded across her breast, with an evil smile about her lips, she was in fact the despotic woman of my dreams. Her expression seemed hard, and nothing lay in her eyes that promised kindness or mercy. “You are angry,” I cried, “you will punish me.” “Oh no!” she replied, “I shall let you go. I am not holding you.” “Wanda—I, who love you so—” “Yes, you, my dear sir, you who adore me,” she exclaimed contemptuously, “but who are a coward, a liar, and a breaker of promises. Leave me instantly—” “Wanda I—” “Wretch!” My blood rose in my heart. “Leave me—I don’t want to see you again.” “Oh my God!” I cried, beside myself.

“I will do whatever you command, be your slave, a mere object with which you can do what you will—only don’t send me away—I can’t bear it—I cannot live without you.” I embraced her knees, and covered her hand with kisses.

“Yes, you must be a slave, and feel the lash, for you are not a man,” she said calmly. She said this to me with perfect composure, not angrily, not even excitedly, and it was what hurt most. “Now I know you, your dog-like nature, that adores where it is kicked, and the more, the more it is maltreated. Now I know you, and now you shall come to know me.” dildo inside bent over pussy She walked up and down with long strides, while I remained crushed on my knees; my head was hanging supine, tears flowed from my eyes. “Come here,” Wanda commanded harshly, sitting down on the ottoman. She looked at me sombrely, and then a light suddenly seemed to illuminate the interior of her eye. Smiling, she drew me toward her breast, and began to kiss the tears out of my eyes. * * * * * The odd part of my situation is that I am like the bear in Lily’s park. I can escape and don’t want to; I am ready to endure everything fantasy girl pussy fuck hard as soon as she threatens to set me free. * * * * pussy pics pornagraphy * If only she would use the whip again. There is something uncanny in the kindness with which she treats me.

I seem like a little captive mouse with which a beautiful cat prettily plays. She is ready at any moment to tear it to pieces, and my heart of a mouse threatens to burst. * * * * * It seems she has completely forgotten the contract, my slavehood. And she gave up her whole plan as soon as I no longer opposed her and submitted to her imperial whim?

To-day she had me read to her the scene between Faust and Mephistopheles, in which the latter appears as a wandering scholar. “I don’t understand,” she said when I had finished, “how a man who can read such great and beautiful thoughts with such expression, and interpret them so clearly, concisely, and intelligently, can at the same time be such a visionary and supersensual ninny as you are.” “Were you pleased,” said I, dildo inside bent over pussy and kissed her forehead. “I don’t believe I could ever love any one more than you. Let us be sensible, what do you say?” Instead of replying I folded her in my arms; a deep inward, yet vaguely sad happiness filled my breast, my eyes grew moist, and a tear fell upon her hand. “How can you cry!” she exclaimed, “you are a child!” * * * * * On a pleasure drive we met the Russian prince in his carriage.

He seemed to be unpleasantly surprised to see me by Wanda’s side, and looked as if he wanted to pierce her through and through with his electric gray eyes. I felt denise boutte pussy pictures at that moment like kneeling down before her and kissing her feet.

She let her glance glide over him indifferently as though he were an inanimate object, a tree, for instance, and turned to me with her gracious smile.

* * * * * When pussy panty finger gif I said good-night to her to-day she seemed suddenly unaccountably distracted and moody.

“I am sorry you are going,” she said when I was already standing on the threshold. “It is entirely in your hands to shorten the hard period of my trial, to cease tormenting me—” I dildo inside bent over pussy pleaded. “Do you imagine that this compulsion isn’t a torment for me, too,” Wanda interjected. “Then dildo inside bent over pussy end it,” I exclaimed, embracing her, “be my wife.” “_Never, Severin_,” she said gently, but with great firmness. “What do you mean?” I was frightened dildo inside bent over pussy in my innermost soul.

“_You are not the man for me._” I looked at her, and slowly withdrew my arm which was still about her waist; then I left the room, and she—she did not call me back. * dildo inside bent over pussy * * * * A sleepless night; I made countless decisions, only to toss them aside again.