So just watch your back kid!But about Miss Thule's story. I really enjoyed it, but not as much as theone that was all profanities. That one was about ...demons, right? K.F.K.B.!|||||========>Reviewed by [email protected] on 2/22/2023I'm afraid I cannot comment on the story EXCLAMATIONS. While I've beenable to access the reviews for it, I have been trying all week and thestory itself won't come up on my PC.....But I've been following yourspirited discussion, and I am afraid the rumors. Oh, I thought I knew what beinga submissive female cunt would be like. Yes, it was pretty set out in myimagination. Even when I signed the contract I had realized it didn'tcover all possibilities but the problem with my submissive dreams was thatI was the creator as well as the subject. But in reality the creator isthe dom and I was learning this quite quickly. The licking of the toiletseat was never in any fantasy I had imagined before I arrived at thecabin. And you may wonder why did I do it. His breath is coming out in shallow hitches. He is fucking you so fast. It's coming, princess. He is going to come, you sissy faggot. You cock-craving come-hungry fucking bitch. He is going to shoot so much hot sperm into your sissy ass.Stop. Stop right now. Let go of that clitty, princess. Stop diddling, you faggot. This is about him. It's about your daddy. Your master. This is about his pleasure. This is not about your pleasure. This is not about your clitty. You exist to serve his cock. You. My cousin was only a few years older than me, and she confided with me her sexual experiences. Most of what I knew of men I had learned from her those few days before the wedding. She had told me of men and women and sexual contact. At first I had not believed her. To demonstrate her point she had obtained a carrot from the kitchen and proceeded to insert it, first into herself, then into me. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined such a thing. She showed me how I could rub the carrot.