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Painting by Erica Chappuis |
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Painting by Erica Chappuis |
A day to remember
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07:30 |
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07:45 |
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09:00 |
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09:30 |
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11:40 |
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13:00 |
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14:00 |
Dressing |
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Enter the house, dry your body, clean your hair |
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Glad to be inside for more than one reason. After the cold outside, I am dangerously undercooled. I switch on the hot shower and warm up. Eventually, I clean my oily, oily hair. I spend what turns out to be half an hour showering. |
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Stricly no make-up at all on your face |
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No clothes out of a scottich (tartant) skirt left totally open |
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Leather boots, no stockings, no undies |
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Dressed to kill. The tartan skirt (green based) is wrapped around my hips one time and a half and fixed with a safety pin. It is short - an inch or two below the crotch. No underwear, no pantyhose, no stockings - bare naked legs. Leather boots... How long ago did I wear these? When I look in the mirror (again, metamorphosis after metamorphosis), I see myself getting dressed twenty years ago. This time I am not getting dressed any further. I am ready. This time I do not see the pure skin of the twenty year old either - I still see the fifteen or so sore spots (stigmata) from the clothespins. I put both hands on my breasts and close my eyes. It is his hands that I feel clasping my tits, tightly. |
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Just a raincoat on your shoulders |
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Leave the raincoat open, no buttons, just the belt |
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Put your vibrator in the pocket |
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Raincoat half on. Vibrator in one of the pockets. Dog collar and leash in the other. I have sustained one spell outside, in my own garden. Now I am genuinely going public. |
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15:00 |
Show-off |
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Go to your garage |
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Sit in the car after removing your skirt |
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Naked ass directly on the seat, legs open |
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Insert your vibrator deep into your sex after sucking it like a slut. |
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I go to the garage, an indoor garage. I am still in private territory, when I open the door of the car, take the tails of the raincoat in my left hand, let myself drop inside - the seat is low - and put the tails to one side. I open the skirt and hitch it up, so that my bare ass is in contact with the leather. (A cold touch! For just an instant.) A sensuous feeling. I switch on the vibrator in its slow mode and close my eyes. My mouth is verily ready to receive it. I have no great trouble to imagine that, which it is substituting. I am committed and do it proud... I open my legs and press the vibrator deep into my vagina. She craves it and it slides in one gentle motion. So full... |
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Drive quietly to a lonely place on the countryside, anywhere you want |
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Now I must go. I open the garage door remotely, reverse out and drive away. My street! My pretty upper-middle-class neighbourhood, its friendly houses and friendly people. Not many of them about. A woman across the road and I wave back. (The vibrator in my cunt is normal! I am conscious of the thing grinding away! Lord help me. I am excited.) The street is so familiar on this strange day. My thoughts and I are the strange ones. A twenty minute drive takes me out of town. Where am I going? The location had to be a short distance away, yet sufficiently devoid of people. I have selected a woodland, which was half destroyed by fire a few months back. It is also half intact, with trees and stones, but it is no longer a favourite strolling area. I park the car. I am alone. |
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15:30 |
Show off. |
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Take the vibrator out of your sex. |
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Put it deep into your mouth |
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Yes, Master. Allow me. I desire your fullness. Oh... I taste how you have graced my primary orifice. You are good to me. |
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Move out of the car |
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Stand in front of the trunk |
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Remove your rain coat and put it into the trunk |
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Locked in the trunk |
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I open the door and pull myself out, the member in my mouth. Out in the great wide open. The sky is clouded, but it is dry and there is only the faintest breeze. This spot is elevated and through the trees I see the city in the distance. (It sees me.) Concentrate! I walk round to the back of the car. Without ado, I open the trunk, take off the raincoat, take the collar and leash out its pocket, and put it in. Then I close the lid. Click. It is closed. It is cold and I shiver. I think of him. He is to be my cloak. |
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Leave the keys below the engine under the car |
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Walk naked on the grass to a little wood or large stones |
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Make your large breast swinging when you walk |
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Your Master likes swinging tits, bear it in mind |
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I walk round to the front of the car. I do not hesitate and lower myself on my knees, bend over and place the car keys deep underneath the -warm!- engine. My breasts, my nipples touch the cold, black soil - they are still sensitive! I press them against the ground. I want to disappear in its blissful nothingness. I succeed: I think of my nipples, no longer of the predicament I am in. Bent over like this, my sex is visible from behind. (Do you approve, dear Master?) The breeze strokes it with its velvet touch. So cool! I then get up and go, leash and collar in hand. As my Master desires, I walk energetically. (It is also a way to stay warm.) I imagine him watching me stride: half-naked, boots, short skirt that flies open now and then, swinging breasts, several red mark scattered around my torso, purposeful look... his slave v... |
16:00 |
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17:30 |
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18:00 |
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later |
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20:00 |
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20:30 |
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22:00 |
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Copyright by Vanna Vechian, 1999. Reproduction allowed only for personal use.
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