He showed up at my door with black roses, leather boots, and gift boxes in red with black ribbon from Kinky Angel Clothing. He bowed at my feet and begged me to just give him a chance.
I can buy my own things. There’s one way to win my affection. That is to willingly offer yourself up to moi. We shall call it a fucking love sacrifice. So, that he did.
He quietly stripped down and asked where I wanted him. I told him to lay down on the clear plastic tarp laying on the cold concrete floor. I was getting immensely excited and I took my tools and assembled them on the plastic. I told him that if he really loved me, he would never avert his eyes from the above mirror. He must watch everything.
Details?
No, there’s no time for that. If you really want to know what I did for him, you must hear it from my lips. Eventually, he begged me to let him blow his head off in the name of love.
Happy Fucking Valentine’s Day
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