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The beginning.
She is prepared. Decorated. Restrained.
She feels how alluring she is. She knows that she is beautiful and desirable.
And so she smiles proudly and knowingly.
The whip rests in coiled sleep.
The whip is silent now. All of its noisy energy is potential, but soon it will be kinetic and actual.
Soon the whip will sing.
Its own hissing and snapping voice will include her voice. It’s song will be her shouts, pleas and screams.
What will become of that smile?
Where will it go?
Source: johnnyadidas
The beginning. She is prepared. Decorated. Restrained. She feels how alluring she is. She knows that she is beautiful...