he doesn&8217;t even want to hear my voice, my silent apologies wrapped in the tears that stream down my cheeks&8220;I am disappointed little one, you failed me,&8221; he whispers, the worst punishment of all.
he couldn&8217;t resist a play on my name. &8216;there you go, little cat,&8217; he said with that devious grin on his face. &8216;we&8217;ll see if you have learned to keep those nails to yourself.&8217;
butterflyslut:The free girl … Who wants only her chains … The wanton slut … Who dreams only of love … The wayward child … Who follows in thrall … The proud dreamer … Who kneels with pure joy … The gentle enchantress … That you call your
slavesdiary:“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our fli
Pluck the last feathers, go on, there&8217;s nothing else left. Strip off those wings, nobody believed in them anyway. And when finally reduced to bare truth, where everything is exactly what it seems, you will find the freedom to fly. &8230;sensualisfi