I know tonight will be serious, even as Salome snaps the cuffs tight about my wrists, binding me to the ceiling. I watch as she heads to the rack to choose what item's kiss I will know. I always feel fear as she goes there, wondering what flavor of pain or pleasure I shall know. I am afraid, but my cunt is not. It tingles and moistens, making me a liar for my fears. Mistress Salome chooses
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