Hands bound behind my back. Welts from a fresh lashing, bruises from days past. Naked and erect.
Presently the ottoman will replace me. I consume her sweat. Sucking her balls, her heels, her toes. Licking her soles.
I think the same thing when I see an ad like this:
It's just my imagination, running away with me. Once again.
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