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IC : Weblogs : Space_Pony : "click ,click,click......"

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Posted by Space_Pony on Sun 29 Oct 06, 10:05 AM

.....click, click, click .....

.....i pushed the keys slowly in my diazepam haze as i lay on my unkempt coverless materess, soaked with tears. i prayed as i pushed the buttons that this One was as honest as He said. i prayed thats the help and support i had offered to Him and His spouse as a couple as They had advertised on Informed Consent for a sub and spiritual/home helper was genuine. i prayed as the victim that He would'nt hurt me like all the rest. i prayed that the help and offer of friendly support He promised for my submissive sensitive ways to be added to Their partnership was genuine. In return for Their help and suport in my loniness to recover from the previous abuses i had suffered.....

.....i finally pressed the send button and watched my prayers wing their way to His fone like a silver diamond of hope carrying my address with them .....

.....some time later a roar of a huge motobike in the road outside awoke me from my daze and i grabbed a towelling dressing gown off the pile of laundry i had'nt got around to yet, as the doorbell rang loudly and insistantly. i was a wreck as i tottered down on my stick with the extra handrails the council had finally fitted after eight years. i quickly glanced down at my neglected withered form covered with blotches, sad ugly cow i thought as i wiped away the tears and tied the gown around me....

.....my Knight in shining black leather armour had finally arrived on His silver charger of gleaming chrome and leather to whisk me away from my pit of lonely, scared, isolation and despair. To take me to His castle in the metal city of iron and awaiting Queen , to serve Them, cook and clean for Them and pamper Them. in return i would get the chance to recover, shine and bloom once again in my glamour, a valued, cared for, sensitive submissive person with many talents to give to those that care and appreaciate me for who i am and wot i can give freely ...

.....i unlocked the door and i saw Him grinning at me, a toothless gurning smile. He came in and kicked the door shut with His big boots and dropped His jacket and lid on the floor as He grabbed me with His huge hands and ravished me on the hall carpet......

.....oh please God , not again !!!!.....

 
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