"The anxiety and the grace", this babe knows that line all also well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, underneath the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much torture.

The electrified prod thonged into her cookie is a case in point. Creep clothed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up betwixt her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, this babe is adorned in the inevitable hose. He likes stretching em, like one more skin, over her lower extremities. A taut corset boundaries her breathing and the hose accentuate her lengthy legs.

She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a couple of dark high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She have to recite the lines whilst gazing animalism him. When that babe falters this guy crams the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice throughout her nethers to induce contractions. She have to commit this poem to memory for this chab has promised her a session with the rod -- a wank for each faulted line.

Creep is living in a romantic terror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this slut. The raunchy substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that kindle dismay in her. This is such a exciting enjoyment as that guy studies her struggle; her expressions of pain in the memories this guy collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and kink to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his craving. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.

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