The Gun Room had ceased to be intimidating. The menacing shackles and many implements designed only to inflict pain, were no longer items to be feared; but embraced. I shook off the vague and troubling pricks of discomfort and applied rigorous attention to polishing the brass. My uniform felt comfortable, the exposure now normal. I pretended I had an audience. Bending from the waist, bare buttocks and wet slit mesmerized my admirers. I simpered and fluttered my eyelashes. Feeling daring, I ran the feather duster handle between my soaked folds then licked off my cream. I dried the floor; again.
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Mmmmmm…..very naughty! She needs someone to come along and put the fear back into her 🙂
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I like how she is growing in confidence but I can see that it will probably be short lived.
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I hope not, but who knows what bumps lie ahead. 🙂
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Fear of punishment? Not sure about that. 😉
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That girl has no fear. She is just gobbling it all up and then looking around for more lol
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I totally agree with missy – that little exhibitionist dalliance with the feather duster says it all! 🙂
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Ruby hasn’t been knocked down… yet. For her, this is still a dreamscape away from the streets. It hasn’t occurred to her that she has a voice.
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I have no doubt that you’ll ensure she has good reason to find it before the story is done. 😊
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