Now We Are Six
Curvaceous Dee, the blog, is six years old today!
Continuing in the fine celebratory tradition of this site , I have made myself into a cake. Why not? Year one was celebrated with a hat-pin (scratched by Adonis), year two with liquid latex (poured by Adonis and Medea), year three with safe sex accoutrements (arranged by Adonis), year four with needles (thanks to FM, Hylas and Kiana), and year five with sugary goodness (yay for SapioSlut!).
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Doll of Wax
I lie naked on the massage table. Plastic sheeting protects it, covered by a sheet, covered by me. There is plastic on the floor as well. Welts are rising on my back and arse from the earlier flogging, and I wriggle – just a little – to feel the lines of burn.
“Stop moving,” Hygeia warns me, and I settle.
“Yes, mistress.” I have been saying that all evening. She likes to hear it, and I am happy to comply. Nike, her slave, has been saying it a lot that evening as well.
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