Baring Soles

The pulsing resonance of her screams sweeps the halls, all eyes fixed on the writhing beauty before the class. Her hips push and pull against the seat, the words and murmurs around her linger like a haze, trapped in a fog of emotions. She knows not to ask them to let her go or to not make her cum again, yet every fragment of her being screams out to do so.

If only she had not have spoken out of turn, she’d be watching another in this position, being used as the class pleasure puppet, being used to incite the rest of the class.

Another correct answer made her wince, knowing what was to come. As soon as the teacher congratulated the student, the class fell silent once more, drowning the girl in a sea of attention. Another question answered correctly, another orgasm…each becoming more punishing than the last.

Her body no longer felt simply her own. She wanted to disappear, to crawl into a black hole and never return. She’d give anything to simply just keep the blindfold on, to never see the faces that had all gazed upon her most intimate reactions.

and so he stripped me bare of all my needs, wants, wishes and desires except to serve his

and he took with those my fears and sadnesses and said we would face them all

and so i lay there, stripped bare yet wanting to offer more. my legs spread, my hands open, my throat exposed, symbolic of my complete trust and surrender.

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~ cat / be-pleasing-always