I am your secret & most trusted fetish conversationalist. Bound

on the ground by your bad ass mistress you shake from the panic you feel at what I

plan to put you through.

I know what you need deep down your inner depravity speak’s to mine.

You want to be stepped on and called the most vile and disgusting name’s.

I smear dark red lipstick all across your face,you are such a sick,disappointing

piece of garbage and no one but me can stand the sight of you.

Whimpering, swine that you are did you think for one minute your stench would

not bother me? I can feel the filth coming off you in wave’s.

I see you laying on your

belly before me struggling against the binding embrace

of the handcuff’s and

I think to myself just how simple it would be choke you till you turn blue you miserable,horrid sleaze!

Maybe I will do the world a favor and drop you

into an open hole in the desert your wife thinks your

a joke she is screwing your brother anyway

so her bed would be warm no matter what.

Crissy

1*888*430*2010