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[Arclight] :devilish: Pleasantly Surprised...

Ami was pleasantly surprised when she first met the young and attractive submissive who had answered her personals ad on a popular BDSM website. She was also pleased to hear that this cute submissive's only ground rules were to "leave no marks". Other than that she was free to do whatever she wanted to her. "This could be the beginning of a very satisfying relationship" thought Ami.
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[berseh] :devilish: The invitation 01
He had come to visit while we were shooting.
In Tuscany, Italy. He'd taken me for lunch in his collection car.
The day the shooting finally ended an elegant donna came to my hotel.
I could tell she was one of those noble family ladies. Beautiful, in her mid-forties maybe. Sophisticated.
She introduced herself as his wife and said I was required to follow her.
She drove us to one of those beautiful mansions of Tuscany, that seemed to have known all the great painters of the Barocco era.
The different invasions. The classy eternity.
Servants, maids, butler.
She led me to a room. On the bed my eyes immediately noticed.. The outfit!
"J (a friend of mine) said you would accept" she said, her eyes locked into mine.
"Accept.." I repeated "..what?"
"Just accept. I will help you into this."

As I was still quite a bit startled, she walked around me and started to undo my dress.
"Come on, we don't want Giorgio to wait."
In a minute, I found myself wearing only my panties, which she began to slide down.
"Here, hold your breath", she ordered as she squeezed me into a black, shiny corset.
So tight!
Then the gloves. The high shiny long boots.
"But.." I tried.
"No but" she slapped. "J said you would comply."
Then she took the metal bracelets from a drawer.
"C-comply to.. What" I dared, already aware that my friend had more or less lent me to them for what seemed like an evening with a theme.
"Comply to what Giorgio and myself will tell you"
"I... see.. This is going to be.. Kind of kinky?"

She looked at me like if I was retard. I blushed. Then she showed a strange looking thing in T ending with what looked very much like a collar.
"But.. I.. I mean.. It's going to be soft isn't it?"
She stared at me.
Seconds passed as if they were minutes.
"Depends what you mean by soft" she said with a haughty, faint smile.
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[berseh] :devilish: The invitation 02
"She is adorable" she said. "I want to whip her".
I shivered.
I tried not to blink. I failed.
He sipped his wine. Looked at her.
"She must be brought back without a mark, else the production.. -"
"I know, dear"
she cut him. "But we own a wide range of whips. So many other devices."
He looked at me, pensive.
Fear is so arousing.
"Still, she is here for our pleasure" she insisted.
"She is", he confirmed.
Being talked about like they did.
On my knees.
Collared. My wrists cuffed to the apparel. My breasts and my slit exposed to their gaze.
Speech was not allowed to me. That had been Giorgio's first command.
I batted my eyelashes in submission.
They smiled.
Cruel. Wolves about to eat.
" One of those arrogant movie strumpets." she added, gently pulling the clip that pierces my nipple.
Just to test.
"She must be punished."
Her voice was cold.
"She will be" he nodded.
Had I been a fool?
"Be made to feel like a bitch", she giggled.
"The night is ours, carissima" he told her, his hand caressing her arm.
He put his glass on the table, looked at me hard.
"And so is she".
"Yes, my dear husband"
and her gaze on me was hard.
When he took me for lunch the other day, he had been the consumate seduttore. Polite and charming.
And now..
Evaluating me, like a slave or a high priced whore had been brought to him for..
And I had been, indeed. I trembled.
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[berseh] :devilish: The invitation 03
"Stand up."
A casual but imperious hand gesture.
Explosion in my lungs.
What it said about him. About what could happen. Eventually, about me.
He had leaned forward. His face now a couple of inches next to mine, his eyes steady.
His jaws. Broad shoulders, he must weigh twice what I do.
There was no contempt, no hesitancy, no greed. Only a will.
His will of course, for which I was a thing.
Simply telling me what to do for what he had in mind.
There was no room for disobedience, the three of us understood that.
I looked back at him, my heart pace rising again.
My belly hit by a wave of fire and ice.
It was important not to smile. Not to display the pleasure of anticipation:
He wanted -they wanted- a sophisticated, luxurious submissive. An elegant girl they could use and humiliate.
Push a silent toy to its limits, at their feet.
I wanted this too, and it required that I never showed it.
I wanted to offer my best performance, servicing this couple I knew nothing about. Walk down the catwalk of the sex slave. Act under the lights of their vice which I expected to be mean.
More than I could take, slightly less than I feared.
My eyes on him I rose slowly up, one knee after the other, aware that in so doing his wife would have a close view of my sex.
Their eyes ran over everything of me and they looked like panthers.
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[berseh] :devilish: The invitation 04
« I believe you were mistaken, Giorgio. »
« Was I? »

« Yes, dear. This is not an actress: More a whore. »
« Is it? »

When he made me stand up between the two who owned me tonight, the rigid constraint linking my wrists to my collar made me the open territory of their explorations.
Here. There. So completely offered.
His strong hand pressuring my hip made me burn. Her direct, rude spreading of my vulva made me bask.
...
« Her button is already hard. » she said with contempt.
« Ahan. »
He pinched my labia, slowly glided his fingers under me then focused his attention to the next elsewhere.

« What are you doing exactly? » she asked again.
« Exploring her back entry. »
A sort of dialogue had started with my temporary master: him communicating by pushing, twisting his fingers and me constricting or relaxing my anus. As he touched my little hole again, I would respond. Twitching. Like I was trying to bar the entry. Other times on the contrary as if I wanted to swallow his finger inside my butt.
Lightly, and only for a second.
« And? » she came back asking.
« I think it is worth exploring. Maybe pounding too. »
His finger put more pressure. I gave in partly, inviting him to push more.
And short swing of my hips: I am your toy Sir.
« What about caning her there, in the crack or the crotch?»
she proposed. » This wouldn’t leave any tracks that the director and producer would see! »
They laughed.
« A very good idea my dear wife. Many other things to do to her before »
He hooked a finger in me.
I was caught, it felt good. I was his.
« Yes Giorgio" she agreed, pinching my nipples hard. Delighted to see it hurt, happy to see me trying not to protest.
"Many other things we could do."
The metallic shackle ensured they could do what they wanted, and suddenly I wasn't so sure how far they would subject or torment me.
"I want to devastate this arrogant slut’s ego. Bring her down. »
He pushed his advantage into me. I had to bite my lip not to moan.
I began to tremble.
Then I felt he was about to make a move.
Then I knew that It had begun.
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[berseh] :devilish: Zack is Back 55
"I'm out, Zack buddy. Sure you can keep the cunts tight?" Sam joked.
"They're wasted man" I told him. "Look at them fucking sluts. They know their fucking place now, I'm telling ya!"
And that was true! Holy shit, even blondie was like piglet now: No juice left. No bitching!
On the floor like I told her. Like she finally got it. Shut her fucking mouth and wait for me to speak. To get more dick in her fuckholes.
"So I make the demand and mail it tonight, Zack"
"Just tell'em the basics eh? Millions or fucking broads die."
"Just like in the movies, Zack. Paper, letters, glue and the photos that show they're ours and alive.. For now."
"And three fucking millions, Sam!"
"Three fucking millions!"

We highfived.
So good man. I was gonna disip-dispas-disappear in Mexico! Ar fucking Canada! With millions!
Three fucking millions. Okay, one was for Sam but his part was- shit man, I can't do his part. What with poolice after me?
"I'll be back tomorrow with more beer and food."
"Good good. Oh, and bring me the papers: I wanna read what they say. Wish had Teevee here."
"C'mon Zack: Who needs TV when you get their holes for free? I'd trade anytime, haha!"
"I'll keep'em for ya. Them holes for ya tomorrow. They're ecud-edicu-educated now, haw haw!"

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[berseh] :devilish: Zack is Back 56

"Please Zack, let us go now."
"Nah."
"Please.. at least undo the nose. It bruises my skin.. You don't need this to-
"I said no, cunt! No!"

I looked at him. Sam was gone. Deep inside the feeling we didn't have much time squeezed my heart. Hurt.
We obediently remained seated on the floor.
Rosa looking at me or at least, staring in my direction like the mindless animal she had been up to now.
Zack on the contrary was energised and in a happy mood. Just as he had been after his "buddy's" first visit... And the ignominous sexual torture we had endured.
My body was an amalgam of pain and filth.
My mind tortured by the fear of death. Of the murders to come.
I had to try.
"Zack," I started.
"Why don't you shut your clapshit for a minute blondie?" he smiled. "Not gonna last long now. Couple of days! I get the money -millions, fucking cunt!- and you come back to your high price whore life!"
"But, Zack.."
"Simple as that, fucking bitch!"

His eyes sided right and left, as if he was thinking.
A sparkle of ruse in his bovine eyes.
"Couple more days to fuck you and piglet.. I bet you'll miss me after! Haw haw haw!
"You know it's not gonna-

He slapped me. Falling back under the blow, the noose strangled me.
Choked.
I cried.
Pain.
Fear of death.
I cried.
Alone.
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[berseh] :devilish: Zack is Back 57

"Officers? Officers, assemble! Let's call it a day. Snowflakes is obviously not in this part of Green Duck Forest."
*No use continuing today, they're exhausted and won't be up to the job anymore.
Hell, this is not working..
We've now been searching through nearly half of this vast territory in the last three days. How long before we've done it all?
Time is against us!
Time is against us, fuck! And not only because hope for Rosa's life is becoming more and more uncertain. I still think he would keep berseh alive, if only as a trading asset but even if she's alive I prefer not to think in what condition.
And then.. Now that I've got the Feds on my back it's also only a matter of time before I'm taken off the case, and I can't let it happen. Rosa is under my responsibility, just as Zack was on my watch..
And the media.. shit, now I've even got German, Chinese, Argentinian TV.. And we're looking.. We're being the laughingstock of police.
Oh God, berseh.. Berseh, what he did to her three years ago..
And now? What next? Tomorrow more of the same?
No.. tomorrow I let Sergeant O'Malley direct the search, and I'll go look through town:
There's gotta be a way to find a link or a connection to Zack, and I'll find it, even if it's the last thing I do as policeman
.*

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[berseh] :devilish: The not so great Escape
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And now? What will happen?
Will Master SJ.. My cruel owner..
I know he will punish me again. Have his ways with me again, and then beat me, humiliate me more!
I tried, god knows I tried to regain my freedom after the horrible things he made me do last time
Making me shame myself for his fun.:cry:
Maybe this time he won't share me with his goons. After all it's their fault I could run away!
Wow that is a great, dramatic image!
You made me run in the forest naked in the darkest night but didn't even free my wrists? I love my exhausted, terrified and already defeated expression, in contradiction with my body still vigorously asking for freedom!
What a great comeback from you Sir!
Those heavy flashlights blind me but I know.. I hear the voice of my sadistic owner..
*I say owner, not because I love him (I hate him!) but because he collared me, whored me to his patrons, keeps me against my will in chains, exhibits me naked in the poses he orders me to take..*

"Please let me go! Haven't you done enough to me? Please, I beg you..

Great lighting: Feels like a night hunting party and my begging, frightened expression kills it!
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"Please Sir.. Please!
Please don't hurt me.. I'll be good. I'll be anything, I'll do anything.. Just don't hurt me more! The last whipping still hurts, oh Master, please.."
*The leash.. He loves to pretend I'm a pet, he knows this devastates me. Tugged on a leash in front of his gang members, all laughing and sneering. Jerks! Creeps! They're afraid of him too.*
"Please Sir don't punish me. Not the cage. Not the cage! I'm human too. I could be your niece, your sister.. You wouldn't treat them like this ..I swear I'll never tell anyone! I'll kiss your feet, I'll - just don't punish me I beg you!"
Super sense of being pulled ahead, faster than my legs can do. The tears, the light.. What kept you away so long Sir?
*This is what I get for having tried to escape my condition.. Having tried to run away from SJ's biting fetters.. Oh! Why did I have to fall into the hands of this slavery ring? Worse, having been noticed by their leader...
Sometimes I even envy the girls who were quickly processed and sold to his patrons- however perverse and filthy they are.
No, that wasn't for me.
I'm his personal thing that he enjoys humiliate again and again. Beat and keep in chains.
I know he's not going to forgive my run.
Already tonight he had some friends for dinner by the pool. Not an ounce of sympathy, quite the contrary: Some wanted to throw darts at me, others asked to bang me, give me to their dogs, whip me.. What else?
In a way I could say I'm lucky my owner wants to keep me for himself... For now!
*

Oh, Sir.. What a spectacular image again! The blue-green glow from the pool gives the feeling of jade or emerauld below my cross of punishment and exposure; Its sparks on my arms and tits are a fantastic idea. Did you really have to whip me? Gag me? Show my tears and terror to the world ? Please Sir let me down. I learned my lesson, I'll do anything you order me. Even the foulest things I refused last time, things you fancy so much.. so abject I can't even formulate. Sir, I beg you, I'm exhausted!
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*Stop!...
Stop it.. Stop playing with my terror. Enjoying my shame. Yes, I tried to run away: Who wouldn't try to escape? Slavery under you is an abominable, devastating thing to go through.
And now, you and your friends..You like that don't you?
The lights running on me.. Lights journeying along the welts of the whip, the bruises and stains from my desperate run through the woods.
Your cackles, your insults, the torture you threaten to punish me with. The rapes.
You and your friends, these vicious two couples I already had to serve before I fled. Can't you just let me down? I'll stay on my four at your feet. Please take this awful gag out of my mouth, I swear I won't say a word, I'll let you do what you want. Please stop! I promise I'll be good!*

What a crude render! Raw light, to blind and expose me like a trapped animal. You did a great job with my expression: It talks of exhaustion, helplessness, fear and begging. The tracks on my body, and how the glistening reflections (fantastic green dots!) show I have been sweating under the duress.
I am very proud to have inspired you.. If only you weren't such a monster with me! 🤭
 
[berseh] :devilish: The Novice 01_02_03_04_05_06
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My name is berseh az Gwen, and I'm a magician.
Actually, it's only been three moons that the Witchboard has granted me the official title, and this is my first mission!
The people of this remote village claim they're under the spell of a demon. They say that swaths of their fields suddenly freeze, destroy their pasture and starve their stocks. Dry wood will not burn, preventing them to cook food.
Then it stops, then it's back.
The Circle of senior sorceresses doubt it very much, which is why they only sent a novice like me.
But I spoke to the humble, terrified villagers and it broke my heart. Imagine if the villagers were right? What if I could earn my first victory today?
It's so exciting!
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This is the fringe of the area the villagers say is under a spell.
At first sight, can't say there's anything unusual.
A scorched land. Rundown temple and mall.
Before I step in I need to concentrate a little. I must make sure my wand is loaded with powerful magic.
For this I focus on a specific formula my brain transmits to the diadem (the cute little wings actually act like a relay between my mind and my magical wand).
Everything feels so peaceful.
What a disappointment!
I reckon it's a bit selfishof me but I craved so much coming back to the Academy with an accomplishment, just to make my rival over there Hadinn jealous: she'd be so frustrated!
Ohh.. Such a silence..
It's just so quiet.
What a shame! It's now very clear I came here for nothing.
Alas today is not the day I'll earn my first trophy.

The air is warm, there is no wind...
It's true there is no grass at all.
Arf, I'm pretty sure that's nothing new!
Did the villagers overdo it? Could it be there really was some black magic at a time? If true, then, should I conclude the curse has moved?
I need to check further and..Eh? What ..What is that? Who is that?

*Ohh, sweet goddess!....*
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A Skatjah?!
A real one?
I-I.. Would the villagers have been right?
No.. Everybody says skatjahs are extinct,. That they were defeated by the sorceresses, by the witches and magicians.
"You!", I shouted using the special magic voice tone.
"How dare you walk handling the cursed baton of the eliminated Skajah? Throw it on the ground this instant and take off this ridiculous robe if you don't want my magic to punish you!"
He didn't move, didn't answer.
We stayed like this, face to face.
Then, just as I was going to repeat my injunction:
"Shhssss.. Hin hinhin.." he hissed.
"SHHsshhhh!"
*The mother witches had described this in length: Skatjahs sometimes could sound like snakes. People say it's the evil in them that surges through their lips and nostrils. Too bad for this con man I am a real magician!
*
Was he truly provoking me?
Big mistake.
"Is that all the desperate witches can send?" he started, his voice icy and hoarse.
" A little girl? A cute little piece of ass brandishing a ludicrous wand? Drop it on the ground before you hurt yourself. Drop it on the ground, right now! And while you're at it I command you to throw away your - Hishhh Hhishh- ridiculous tiara!"

*Can't believe it: he doesn't balk? Maybe he's ignorant. Maybe he's just unable to figure how much power I have? I sincerely wish I could have avoided to hurt him. A Skatjah, him? Rather, some thief who creates this fraud to take advantage of the gullible villagers.*

"I am sorry to see you do not understand what is going to fall upon you. I am berseh az Gwen, a patented magician. The forces I hold in my power could inflict to you the worst things!"

"SShhh...Shhissh shishh!"
he chuckled.
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"How dare you laugh?" I shot. "Do you realise you're insulting the superior Circle of witches?"
I sincerely hoped I could avoid violent means, but now I had to make my move.
"I've been fair, I warned you of the Mighty power of my wand. You scorn? See for yourself!"
"By the spirit of TANI! By the fire of HAMTICI, meet your fate miscreant! Burn and return to your hell!"

"Shishh, shishh! ShShh.. No need to light up your cheap torch, girl. I can see your sexy body alright! Haw haw!"
 
[berseh] :devilish: The Novice 07/08/09/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18
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Surging out of my wand as if thunder had been released the magic flow rushed to its target!
B... but..
The man wasn't blown away! Didn't burn? Didn't even acknowledge he had been hit!
Instead it looked like if my own flash had met an equalizing stream of energy hurled out of his baton.
I was stunned.
"Sshishhh! I'm terrified little filly! Really terrified, Sshiihsh shshiish !"
*What? He's still moving? Still standing up? B-but .. He should have vanished, I mean I threw such a ball of.. I don't understand.. Could he really be a...?
Enough with moderation! I need to put more pressure! Need to stop minding about his safety, now is the time to throw the most devastating rays of magic at him!
*

"Quit bragging, demon! By resisting you have only condemned yourself. I see now that you are no mere thief. Well then: Meet the full wrath of the sorceresses!"
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Again, to my incredulous eyes the offending figure seemed unmoved.
Instead...
*M- my ball of thunder.. He's stopping it? How come? Did I send the wrong spell? Now he is.. he's pushing it back towards me? It's impossible!*
"It's fun but I'm not sure I want to play kidstuff the whole day wench!" he grinned, perfectly confident. " Even if I admit it's always a joy to see you worthless broads agitate those curves and shaking your rump."
He waived his baton, then: "I can agitate those curves and shake that rump of yours in many other ways, Hhisshhh hhisshhh!"
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* Nooo.. No! Now, his firewall is stopping the higher degree of my spell? It's, it's even..Even.. And I-I can't push the bowl of magic..f-forward? I.. And my.. No! My chest armor is c-cracking.. It's impossible, he is.. could he really be..*
"ArrGGhh.. No, you will not win. You can't win!" I shot back, starting to feel the heat. "Take this, hellish creature! Take the full fury of Good against Evil! The mighty streak!.. The...
"You know what, wench? It's been fun playing, but like I said time comes when there must be an end to niceties.
And I've got things to do with you that are much more interesting than waving away your ludicrous so-called magic that is so outdated, Shshiishhh!
Things to get from you. Things to do off you.

Things I'm thinking of doing to you. So... Here we go!"
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*What? By the Holy Spirit of Tani the Goddess, he's- he's..Pushing the powerball.. My own powerball back towards..Me? It's impossible! Ohh now.. I'm in danger.. In great danger. Goddess Tomcin.. W-what should I do? Ohh nooo..*
"Have a taste of your little bubble, hopeless girl, and let's see how you fare! Hishh hishh!"
"Noooo! No! NOOOO! By Hartumm-Tam, nooo! It can't be! Noo, help me!"

*Am I going to die? Please I pray you Goddess, spare me! Spare me!*
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AAAAaahh!! Goddess, no!

"Enjoying the flight, berseh az Gwen? shhh, hissh hisshh ! A great leap to reality, I'd say! HHshhishh Hshiish! Maybe a bit upsetting, what d'you think? Fly, girl! Fly!!"
"Stop! Stop" I yelled, terrified.
I was kept suspended in mid air.
He waved me right and left as if I was a kite!
I could move my limbs but there was nothing I could rely on. Nothing to support me.
"Hop hop! Hsishh.. And hop again! How do you like that? Quite a little purple dragonfly, aren't you? Should I just drop you flat now and go suck some more souls from the villagers?
No?
Maybe drop you and leave you like a disarticulated puppet?Shhiihhhsh!"
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"Hmmm.. No, I will not break your body, girl. In fact looking at all those curves and folds..hshhishh... I may get some amusement out of it. Now land, stupid magician!"
With that he directed my powerless body to the ground but just as I was going to crash brutally on the stones my fall slowed down. Stalled, and then.. My mind blanked.
"HMmmshhh.... Good.. Good.. Hmmm.. I should be grateful the Guild of dumb witches sent me this present...hisshhh hisshhh!.. This toy, for free! Look at this.. Something to maybe help me release unnecessary tension..Hishh hishhh! Yess.. Looks good.. Shhhh..!"
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"Hmmm.. Shhhishh.. Not only for relaxing times but..Maybe I could also use it to cover my travel expenses.. Yesshh.. And also provide for my other expenditures.. Yeshhh, to be considered.. But that's for later.. Right now I need to think about my trip ahead, and about tonight."
 
[SkatingJesus] - Summer Camp Party (And that was a great party!)

"Ha, yeah, officer! I assure you, it was a hell of a party, but everything was fine! Alcohol, yes, but with moderation, I swear!
Nobody was harmed, everyone enjoyed the night!... What? What do you mean by "You weren't supposed to be there?"
You mean, in the girls camp? Oh yeah, that... Well, we were in a boys only camp, how boring it was, you can easily understand!
After a so hard year in University, every student had to find a way to... release the Kraken!
So, we left to reach the girls camp, to party with all that hotties! And they didn't regret it, there was a lot of fun!
...What? The gags? and the ropes and the cuffs? The ripped clothes? Hum, well... It was already like that when we arrived, I swear!
Maybe these girls were in a BDSM party before asking us to join, eh?... I can go, now? Yes? Fine! Thanks a lot, officer,
everybody appreciate the work of the Police, here!"

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[SkatingJesus] - Inspecting her Slave
This part of the inspection was apparently very unexpected.
The slaves are supposed to remain motionless while being inspected. This will likely have unpleasant consequences... for the slaves.
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[LapinDeFer] :devilish: Preparing vegetables

Preparing vegetables is one of the kitchen duties which are kind of boring. But of course you can always add a little excitement...

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[anonafterlife] :devilish: Want to play a game?
- Tahnee poses for the camera on the pool table before a different game plays out.
- Tahnee poses
- Tahnee finds her master prefers a different game
- Tahnee finds herself playing a completely different game than she thought she was... not that she is complaining.
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