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This has been in my inbox for a few weeks, & I keep on coming back and almost being in tears by the end of it. I love you so much, thank you for being my qpp, my bestie & my favorite bitch to smoke with every night for the last two years💕

Any jewels or silk I’m permitted to wear serve not only as decoration, but as a mockery of how far I’ve fallen. Not that she lets me wear anything else, of course. For the most part, she keeps me naked, vulnerable and exposed.

All the social gatherings I used to attend with dignity, I now spend on my knees by her side. I keep my eyes downcast except for when she calls me to attention. I couldn’t help but shed tears the first few times, and while I’ve grown numb enough, my burning shame is ever present. Further reducing myself by begging and pleading with her doesn’t work, anyway.

If she’s at a private occasion, where only her friends are present, she’ll have me attend to her under her skirts. Conversation between them continues to flow, though her friends may coo at me when I choke or whine. Depending on the importance of the topic, she’ll comb her fingers through or tug my hair for interrupting.

“Shit, kid, aren’t you a good little whore? Who fuckin’ raised you?”

it nothing to cut that bitch off

An oldie but a goodie.

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