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Femdom
The Joy of Suffocation
She is his captive. He is her slave.
“Ralph Lauren cashmere turtleneck sweater classic black.”
He pulled it slowly over his head and started to fold it, staring into a Caadre Mirror from Fiam Italia that produced natural light in the grim room. He smirked when he noticed the aroma and subtle presence of spicy orange smoke rising in the mirror from behind him. “Do you want to know how much it costs?”
“No.”
The woman’s voice mixed ice with honey, but he loved hearing it. When he heard the slow exhalation, the thought that he might be boring her made him cautious about continuing, but he did.
“$1095.00.”
Samuel dropped, sitting on the back of his left heel, and started untying his boot. “Christian Louboutin Men’s Chambeliboot Leather Lace-up Ankle Boots. Price $1,445.” He carefully untied the other and placed them on the floor underneath the chair. “These Burberry black denim slim-fit jeans? They were $810.00.” He turned around and gazed upon his mistress lying across the milk-colored duvet he had sent her from Italy. “You’re smoking on top of a ten thousand dollar bed cover.”
“If I burn it, you will buy another.” Her words were sharp, and she clicked her tongue when she rose to her knees. “Keep…
