<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… feel my eyes widen as she traces an elegant finger over her labia ... revealing a glint ... rings? ... her labia are pierced with lovely little silver rings ... does she lace herself closed on occasion? ... lock herself away? ... shudder ... she lifts her finger to her mouth and sucks on it ... her lips are so succulent! ... inner giggle at the tiny pun …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… oh! ... she comments on pain and echoes that by grasping my nipple with her toe ... tugs on it! ... yes, how easily some talk about what they know not ... I have been fortunate to learn from the several who have dominated me ... and not all by my desires either ... my nipples remember one of those! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… my hand rests on he foot on my shoulder as she seems to drift ... promise to speak up ... and to heed her too ... do I understand? ... my fingers resume their caress ... my nipples are the hardest I can recall ... and I'm wet down below …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Yes Mistress, your um, your pet um bitch understands. I will let you know if anything goes to far. And unless Mistress desires otherwise, I prefer not to have safe words or gestures. Those are for ones who do not trust. I trust!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… do I need to tell her more? ... to admit to anything? ... perhaps …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Mistress? Will you beat me? Whip me? Will all my holes be filled and then some? No Mistress, please don't agree, just please know that those are so wonderful.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… eye the things on the table ... far off, my legs scream in pain from sitting on my heels in the heels …</em></span></span><br/>