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"CHOICES" #CASTRATION #CFNM #IMPRISONMENT · CALL ME MISTRESS

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  Hi, welcome to the latest episode of Mistress Mia's
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  Dungeon. I'm your Hostess, Mistress Mia,
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  and this is Mistress Mia's Bedtime Stories.
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  This is Part 2 of Choices on Gag utopia.com written by King Beer
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  Butt and it begins. I can tell you that extracting
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  the code from this video was a nightmare by itself.
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  Seeing my wife and Alex going at it was not everything I thought
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  it was going to be. Sometimes it was my wife only
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  with her toys. It went on for hours.
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  I had to concentrate, focus on my attention to her moaning in
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  order to not miss any numbers. I needed to keep a close look on
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  her body to not miss any written numbers.
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  It must have taken me about two or three whole iterations to
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  watch and get it correct. My Dick was straining in its
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  metal prison and the impartial erections made the new piercing
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  hurt. It seemed to get better over the
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  time though. In the beginning, my erection
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  tried to break the belt, forcing parts of my glands to protrude
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  through the bars that sealed the front of the tube.
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  Even worse, four or five hours into the porn marathon she had
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  forced upon me, my Dick started to leak what looked like slimy
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  little tears of pure frustration, helplessness,
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  agony. I must have looked like some
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  pervert straight out of a Japanese hentai cartoon,
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  considering I had her well worn thong over my face the entire
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  time. Speaking about the thong, I
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  really have to admit, her scent was intoxicating.
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  I never really noticed it before, and when I first put
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  that fabric in front of my nose, it hit me like a ton of bricks,
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  but I got sidetracked. Sorry for that.
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  Anyway, so over the hours all of this, it got better.
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  My penis stopped leaking at some point, and the once raging
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  erection seemed to calm down to 1/2 of a stiffy, radiating
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  solely acceptance and defeat. It was probably an attempt,
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  maybe a number 10, when the key safe's internal lock clicked,
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  revealing the brass key to the next room.
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  We'd used the room to which door it belonged for storing our
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  garden supplies. I thought, well, that was a
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  little luck. I could find some tools to break
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  out of the basement in there, but even more importantly, it
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  was the existence of a small water hose inside to allow for
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  easier cleaning of the utilities we stored there.
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  Maybe I could finally get a little humanity back by taking a
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  shower, getting rid of the sweat, the filth, and the blood
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  that had accumulated all over my whole ordeal.
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  Sure, the water was probably cold as ice, but I couldn't wait
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  to open the door. I rushed to the corridor, not
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  even turning off the TV, and unlocked the door.
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  Surprisingly, the room was almost empty.
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  A load of sandbags were still piled up in one corner.
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  At least the hose is still there, I thought quickly.
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  I searched some drawers and boxes, but found that all of my
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  power tools and even hammers were gone.
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  There was no short cut out of this basement.
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  I became a little suspicious and wondered what my cruel wife had
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  in store for me this time. Well, on the pile of sandbags I
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  found a letter telling me the code for the next room and how
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  simply the weight of all sandbags combined in this room
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  was the combination. She'd glued a scale to the floor
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  in the opposite corner of the room where I could measure the
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  weight of each bag. Furthermore, another sealed bag
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  containing a probably worn thong of hers was attached, which I
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  could smell while doing the task.
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  My shortcut oriented manager brain was delivering great ideas
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  and I really tried to take an easy way, but I couldn't think
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  of one. I compared the weight of the
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  topmost bags. Maybe I could just weigh 1 and
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  count the number of bags, but unfortunately they were all
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  filled with different amounts of sand.
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  How clever of her. Even counting them was difficult
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  as some gaps were deliberately placed in each layer.
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  Finally, I thought about at least bringing the scale close
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  to the pile, but upon checking she fixed it to the ground, I
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  saw that she had glued the electrics of the scale to screws
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  protruding from the floor. Removing this was a chance of
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  destroying the scale, eliminating my chance for
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  escape. My fate was sealed.
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  I had to carry each bag over the scale, weigh it, write down the
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  number, and put it away. I was glad that I had some paper
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  in the pen leftover from the last Test.
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  The task itself didn't have any sexual context to it, but it was
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  pure fucking manual labor. Now.
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  To be honest, I was even kind of relieved that I didn't have to
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  do anything sexual anymore and even got access to an improvised
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  shower. I opened the sealed bag, put her
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  thong over my nose, and instantly felt that warmth again
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  in my lungs as I began inhaling her essence.
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  Carrying 700 lbs of sandbags around was extremely hard work,
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  especially for an office worker like me.
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  It took me in total two sleeps to get that one done.
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  I must have consumed at least 5 liters of water before hitting
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  the cold shower after I became too exhausted to continue.
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  The key safe did not open on the first attempt, but I quickly
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  figured that the scale was probably a bit inaccurate and
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  try to range, you know, minus, you know, 20 or so pounds.
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  Having the first two numbers fixed correctly was the most
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  important thing. After I finally had the key to
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  the next room in my hands, my whole body was aching.
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  I mean, how many bags of sand? And then I was so fucking
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  exhausted. Every muscle seemed to be
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  burning. This was probably the hardest
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  thing I'd ever done as as far as work in my life.
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  It had taken its toll. I was out of shape, my lower
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  backs felt stiff and I could barely raise my hands over my
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  head. Despite the physical pain,
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  though, I felt a sense of accomplishment after moving that
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  much sand. Sure, my crew wife took my balls
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  off of me, but I could still achieve and work like a man.
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  Also, with all the soreness in my limbs, the realization that I
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  had felt pain neither in my anal region nor at my Dick was
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  cheering me up. I was pushing through this
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  ordeal and crawling my way back into freedom.
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  It was surprising, but it felt good for the first time in what
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  must have been decades. Motivated by this find, and even
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  though I'm still ashamed to admit the possibility to have a
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  chance to find another one of her marvelous Lacy thongs with
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  the mesmerizing smell of her pussy embedded, I I push myself
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  through the corridor. The next room was a small home
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  gem. My box was right there, placed
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  in the middle of the room, directly under the spot of the
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  light bulb that radiated orange colored warm light.
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  On top of the box a large brown envelope was placed.
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  It really surprised me not to find another letter or
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  instructions, but it seemed like copied pages of some kind of
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  diary. The pages looked like they had
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  been written on an old typewriter.
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  Clearly this person also knew the charm and beauty of retro.
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  A few years ago I bought an ancient typewriter from England
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  before the war and it was really unique.
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  I'd used it for important letters.
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  I thought it was nostalgic, you know, classy.
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  When I started reading through the pages, I couldn't believe my
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  eyes. The diary started on the day I
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  raped my wife. It was written by me and was
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  brutally explicit. It was sickening.
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  It contained every detail of what happened that evening, even
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  filling some blanks in my own mind that the alcohol left.
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  I skipped some pages and found myself writing and regretting
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  and reading through my deeds and wanting to suffer for my wife in
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  order to do penance in meticulous detail.
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  The pages contained how I wanted to punish myself for the crime I
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  committed, how I wanted to either die or trying to atone
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  for my sins or live my future without having another orgasm or
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  even my balls for the rest of my life.
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  I found the bill for my Dick torturing device.
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  It was all paid for by my credit card and delivered to my address
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  weeks ago while my alter ego was battling his conscience whether
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  he should put himself under this punishment or rather just
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  continue living with the feeling of guilt or even just get a
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  divorce. I was in total shock realizing
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  she must have forged all of this on my typewriter while I was
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  working. Old typewriters are pretty
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  unique. It's nearly impossible to forge
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  documents on a different typewriter.
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  Still, some of the pages even had my signature on them.
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  The content was credible, the details were scary, and no one
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  would ever believe me. I had been framed.
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  My chances at getting my revenge were non existent anymore.
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  I put the sheets back into the envelope and opened the box.
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  A letter was on the top of the back and a plastic bag.
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  I decided to read the letter first.
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  Hello Gilding, I hope you enjoyed reading your diary that
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  you have been writing for the last few months.
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  Over the last few weeks when you became more and more emotionally
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  unstable and guilt ridden by your conscience, I was so
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  worried about your health that I even told my therapist several
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  times. He told me to focus on my
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  recovery for the rape 1st and still he didn't understand why I
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  declined filing a report with the police.
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  But being the good housewife that I am, I really believed in
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  our marriage. You know, that's also why I
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  couldn't tell any doctor of yourself hate.
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  Every judge in this country would understand that.
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  And believe me, Alex, who helped me out tremendously by getting
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  your signatures on some of these pages, Well, you were mindlessly
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  signing other contracts. And it would just, it would work
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  out in court so well because even my therapist should show
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  written proof that me worrying about you and your sanity over
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  the last few months, it was a consistent thing.
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  I'm not even sure if you really still crave revenge, but I know
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  it's been some time since you lost your source of testosterone
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  anyway. And in the water canisters, they
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  weren't just, you know, water. I added a generous dosing of HRT
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  meds, just a little bit of Valium and a mine hallucinogen
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  to make the transfer easier and quicker.
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  This is the last Test for you, whether you really deserve to be
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  set free and a decision you have to make.
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  The test is either easy or hard depending on how much you love
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  me and know me. In the black plastic bag on the
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  back are 12 worn panties, individually sealed in a plastic
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  bag after orgasm. One of them is mine. 10 are from
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  several of your affairs. Alex managed to track down all
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  of them and asked for this one little favour.
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  And the last one. The last pair of panties is
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  Alex's. Each bag has a number written on
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  it. If you find mine, slip the empty
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  bag with the correct number under the main basement door.
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  If you put the correct number there, we'll open the door.
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  We'll check the door every once in a while.
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  And since you're not going anywhere, it is we because Alex
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  moved in with us and she's the new stallion in this house.
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  Now the final choice you have to make is the following.
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  You can either leave this house, get a divorce, and find some
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  locksmith to open the chastity belt you're wearing.
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  As long as you leave peacefully and I get 80% of the money, no
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  one will ever find your diary or find out about the rape
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  incident. Or you can stay in this house as
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  a gelding. People will think you're living
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  the dream, having two hot women in your house and a successful
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  career on the outside. Since the purpose of a gelding
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  is working only anyway, this is fine for us as long as you also
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  do the housework now. Now we will make sure you never
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  have another orgasm as long as you're here with us, or ever for
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  that matter. Furthermore, what we do to your
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  body or soul will be of no concern to you.
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  We demand total obedience in return.
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  Assuming good behaviour, you'll get the privilege to bring us to
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  an orgasm with your tongue or suck Alex's stallion.
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  Strap on now. If you want to leave, just pass
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  the test. If you want to stay, though,
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  there is a locking titanium collar on the bottom of the box,
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  to which we only have the key. Put it on. close the lock to
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  seal the deal. Choose wisely, gelding love Mare
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  Marjorie PS As an additional bonus, if you find Alexis Thong
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  correctly, you may put it on and get an additional reward, a
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  first impression of what's in store for you.
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  What I had read in that letter took a while to sink in.
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  They drugged me, made me castrate myself, and now they
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  had the guts to ask me whether I wanted to stay with them as
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  they're gelding and even allow them to commit further cruelties
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  to me. I should be incredibly mad, but
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  somehow I just couldn't bring myself to it.
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  I lost my balls already. Nothing would bring them back,
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  and I couldn't get revenge if I wanted to.
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  I mean, honestly, I didn't go to jail for rape, and I could have.
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  With an upcoming divorce. I probably couldn't continue my
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  demanding job and I would have to start over at a lower
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  position. And then what?
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  But it was even more than that. When I was carrying these
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  sandbags around, I felt happy. I had liked the hard manual
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  labor since it gave my existence a purpose.
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  I wasn't entirely sure if I could find that on my own
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  anymore. Moreover, it became clear to me
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  that I was really fond of following orders.
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  It boiled my otherwise so complicated life.
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  It uncomplicated it down to a simple life.
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  It was a clear goal to work towards and she had proved her
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  word was reliable so far. And finally, I can't deny this,
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  I really yearned for the smell and taste of our actor, even
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  when dried, since it made my body react all warm and fuzzy.
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  It dawned on me that every piece of my male stallion ego was
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  destroyed, my Dick encased in metal, probably even useless
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  when free by now, my balls completely gone and even my mind
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  revolved around being given orders, craving to give sexual
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  attention and doing work. I started to cry and I can't
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  remember how long I was sitting there crying.
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  My tears had dissolved some of the paint on the letter and
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  blurred the lines. I really was an emotional mess.
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  My nose was blocked, saliva ran out of my gagged mouth.
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  I reached inside the box, my hands found the collar.
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  It was sturdy but surprisingly light.
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  The surface was brushed skilfully, giving it a very nice
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  satin Sheen. There was something engraved,
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  proud gelding, serving by choice to achieve true freedom.
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  After reading the sentence, I teared up again, but it was
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  different this time. The engraving allowed me to
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  reflect and brought light and clarity into my mixed up mind.
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  My need to obey my wife and work was not a defeat or weakness.
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  It was the strength to impress my real needs outside of the
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  norms of society where men always compete against each
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  other over income, jobs, number of sexual partners and even Dick
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  length. It was my mind.
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  It was all a delusion, but I was beginning to understand that
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  exactly what it was. It was way out of my hamster
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  wheel that male competitive society and how it really was
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  this battle of male ego which had that fateful day made me
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  rape Marjorie and it was nothing to be proud of.
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  I put the collar around my neck and shut it closed.
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  It closed with a mild clicking sound and could not be easily
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  opened anymore. My hands followed the warm
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  titanium ring that now circled my neck.
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  The quality of the craftsmanship was amazing.
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  I couldn't even find the same where the lock closed with my
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  fingertips. If you're still wondering
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  whether I found the thong that belonged to my wife, I can
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  assure you that this test was the easiest of them all,
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  especially after I had followed her advice and smelled her.
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  For the last couple of days, I haven't found one which smelled
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  totally unknown to me, and decided to try my luck at
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  guessing it was Alex's again. It seemed to pay off to listen
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  to her again, further reinforcing me that I made the
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  correct choice. I put her thong into my mouth,
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  took the empty bag #5 and slipped it under the main
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  basement door. And this is the epilogue.
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  It felt like an eternity before the door finally open.
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  Alex and my wife were there smiling when they saw me wearing
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  the collar, the pink frilly thong in my mouth, and a black
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  Lacy thong over my chastity cage.
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  Also, I was kneeling in front of the door since I thought that
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  was the appropriate way to await them.
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  They ordered me to use the garden room and to hose off,
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  clean up completely again and then follow them.
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  When we entered their living room, my wife was still smiling
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  at me and told me we just need a few more things taken care of.
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  Don't worry, everything will be fine.
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  The arrangements took us a day so we decided to open the door
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  later. They led me to the garage and
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  opened the trunk of my wife's Escalade.
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  It was equipped with a metal box, usually for transporting
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  our dog, but looked like something smaller for me.
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  Get in, we need to take a trip. I squeezed into the box on all
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  fours and couldn't even get a centimeter when Alex managed to
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  close and lock the gate. I tried to settle inside the box
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  but it was it was so tight, but she ordered me to stay so I sat
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  still. I shrieked when I noticed her
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  pushing the lubed stallion Dick into my ass.
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  It hurt, wasn't pleasant. But I wanted her to continue.
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  Maybe I could even come that way.
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  That was when the moment occurred to me.
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  They told me I was never going to be able to come again.
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  She removed the dildo without a warning.
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  I was shaking, wanting more stimulation to finally get an
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  orgasm after all that had happened.
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  I mean Alex came to the front of the cage and explained a gelding
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  in chastity may achieve an orgasm in just prostate
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  stimulation, but we all agreed that your orgasmers are off
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  limit forever. I showed your diary to a friend
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  of mine who happens to be an MD but due to some issues with her
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  past she works as a vet. She accepted your written a plea
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  to have your prostate gland removed.
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  She told us that she has high respect for your choice and that
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  the removal is a common procedure to remove prostate
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  cancer, so it barely has any risks at all for you.
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  Why you're sedated. Her husband, who works at a
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  piercing collar, will remove your chastity belt and replace
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  it with a rather small titanium tube.
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  He'll be welding it to your piercing.
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  You signed all the paperwork for it already about six weeks ago
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  in the office. He even told me that he worked
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  on some spring loaded spring mechanism that'll cut your Dick
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  off immediately if you ever try to remove the tube.
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  I'm totally unsure whether he'll bring that thing or not, but
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  we'll just have to find out now won't we?
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  I was complaining that I didn't even know there was a chance for
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  orgasms from that, but probably only murmuring left the gag.
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  My wife then told me this ending up exactly like this in this box
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  today is a direct result of your choices.
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  This last near orgasm experience was the first part of the reward
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  for finding out Alex's song correctly.
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  I really think you enjoyed that last bit of sexual excitement.
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  I told you to choose wisely, and I really hope that you can be
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  happy without any future fun for yourself.
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  There's no turning back now, and deep down you know it's just the
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  right thing to do. To make it easier for you.
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  I'll give you the second part of your reward now, and if you're
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  good gelding, maybe even more. When we get home, we'll still
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  have two weeks of holiday left, and we prepared a room in the
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  basement just for you, your own stable.
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  She lifted her skirt and pulled down her thong after forming a
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  small ball out of it, she rubbed it along her glistening godly
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  pussy in front of my face before handing it to Alex.
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  She also used a compressed fabric of Marge's underwear to
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  gather some of her heavenly nectar from between her legs.
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  Intermenningly putting both of their juices together, she
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  removed the old thong from my mouth and stuffed the new one
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  and their combined juices into my mouth.
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  My anger was immediately gone. This was exactly where I belong
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  now, below the feet of these two heavenly creatures.
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  I inhaled through my mouth and their aromas together put my
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  mind into total bliss. I couldn't be happier with any
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  amount of coke hookers or money. This was my sweet space, my safe
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  haven, my home, the end. Thank you again for listening
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  and may all your fantasies become realities.