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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It started when Paul began going to Fetish clubs in his 30's, he used to wear a kilt with no underwear and a mesh top.
It was the first time he encountered the bdsm scene and on his first night he wandered into a dark room when suddenly he found himself fall over a bench in the darkness, a voice above him said now sweetie do be careful, here let me help you, two hands grabbed his wrists and placed them in shackles.
Omg, what now, but the voice asked was he OK with that and he responded softly yes Sir, the voice said I'm not a Sir I'm a Goddess and you will address me as Goddess, I see your wearing a short skirt boy, do you like wearing slutty clothes?
It's a Kilt Goddess, oh that's what you think it is but in here it's a whores mini skirt.
Paul felt he's ankles being shackled and his skirt was lifted over his bare ass.
Now slut, I'm going to give you a name, we shall call you Freya and you shall call me Goddess Natalie. |
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