The Conversation A short white skirt is hidden by long, toned legs that are seated across from me. Her large pussy lips are partially hidden by the sheer black underwear that are beneath, which are too small for her. A narrow waist is replaced with rich, natural tits that are topped with soft nipples. Her beautiful neck and the pouty, slutty lips that protrude from her cleavage demand to be penetrated. She can't sustain her meek gaze for very long before lowering it. Her pheromones are pumping and heightening the excited anticipation she has. She is both anxious and thrilled. Almost, I can ...

The Conversation A short white skirt is hidden by long, toned legs that are seated across from me. Her large pussy lips are partially hidden by the sheer black underwear that are beneath, which are too small for her. A narrow waist is replaced with rich, natural tits that are topped with soft nipples. Her beautiful neck and the pouty, slutty lips that protrude from her cleavage demand to be penetrated. She can't sustain her meek gaze for very long before lowering it. Her pheromones are pumping and heightening the excited anticipation she has. She is both anxious and thrilled. Almost, I can smell her cunt. Her voice is gentle and reassuring, falling on me like fine linen as we discuss her desires. The meter and tone are seductive, charming, and comforting. That lovely voice cracks a little as I inquire about her prior failures. Her eyes narrow a little. She completely understands what I'm referring to. She has previously let me down. The Sticks We descend the rabbit hole while gathering sticks. I drag her through the palace hallways to the set while observing her alluring stride. She is composed. Perhaps too much elegance on the first day. Her arms are sore from carrying so many hefty wooden sticks and she's barely even there. Her brow develops little beads of perspiration. She observes that there are a great number more sticks on the set. She must deal with the dozens of post cut offs that are strewn about the room in a timely and organized manner. She appears to struggle to maintain discipline while being stripped down to her underwear and spanked by a passionate sadist. She fails me once more. "the Dicks" When I carefully slip the thick rubber cock into her mouth, her pouty lips appear so seductive as they fight to cover it. Her cunt becomes wet, and her eyelids twitch. I instruct her to drool as I clench my fist in her hair. Her pussy merely brushes the tip of the floor-mounted dildo when she squats over it. Her thighs are in line with the ground. I command you to stay. She quickly breaks under the pressure of her job. Perhaps there is a distinction between having toned thighs and being physically strong. I offer her a trade: I will endure your pain for 30 seconds, but you refuse. She fails me once more. She and her two failures are sent to a corner where I ask them to think twice about what they are doing in My World. The Beseeching She wishes to play once more. I'm looking for submission. No feigned respect. I desire a physical representation of a slave giving me a portion of herself. Although she claims to detest the cattle prod, she doesn't object. She should beg for something she despises, in my opinion. The Eleven Dahlia has sacrificed so much for us today; there is nothing more we could ask for. On her back with her legs open and her pussy crammed and reamed, please. With "The Eleven," a steel cock, I stretch her tight cunt. **The Assignment** - List five instances of failure that resulted in significant success. - list the Stonewall Riots' Where, What, Who, When, and Whys.