Lets have fun. Don't be so serious. I love a sexy picture and I love a picture with some thought behind it. Call it art if you want to. I call it Pretty or Clever. XXX Helle

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collectingsex:

oh hai

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daddydelvesdeep:

Legs all the way back.  That’s just the tip babygirl.  Daddy knows you can take it.  Here comes the rest. 

daddydelvesdeep:

Legs all the way back.  That’s just the tip babygirl.  Daddy knows you can take it.  Here comes the rest. 

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yourdarkestmuse:

Daddy loves His sluts stupid. YDM

yourdarkestmuse:

Daddy loves His sluts stupid. YDM

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rolledtrousers:

First he’d got her used to it, and then he’d made her forget it. Slide it in, pull on her underwear, and it was a constant reminder that had become a constant part of herself, attrition eroding her sense of sense, nerve endings grown comfy against the warming steel, til eventually it wasn’t so much unnoticed as accepted. 
It helped that the psychological aspect of it all, the embarrassment at having a steel bulb swollen in her rear, making every step, each sit, and even the idle moments where she could think about it a minefield of blushes and bitten lips, was allayed by the thin cotton that covered her up. It was a shield that kept it all hidden away, something that no one without the right would see anyway. To get her out of her panties, you would be entitled to see the plug. 
Then one morning he’d lain out a thong for her to wear. At first she thought nothing of it; she’d worn them before, and had even enjoyed the slight tension against that sensitive strip of flesh between her cheeks. But as she slid it on, she realised that her shield was gone, and she was exposed. Not only exposed, but emphasised. The base of it would protrude out the sides, and anyone looking would notice it more than if she was entirely without underwear. 
The resultant day was filled with mines going off.  

rolledtrousers:

First he’d got her used to it, and then he’d made her forget it. Slide it in, pull on her underwear, and it was a constant reminder that had become a constant part of herself, attrition eroding her sense of sense, nerve endings grown comfy against the warming steel, til eventually it wasn’t so much unnoticed as accepted. 

It helped that the psychological aspect of it all, the embarrassment at having a steel bulb swollen in her rear, making every step, each sit, and even the idle moments where she could think about it a minefield of blushes and bitten lips, was allayed by the thin cotton that covered her up. It was a shield that kept it all hidden away, something that no one without the right would see anyway. To get her out of her panties, you would be entitled to see the plug. 

Then one morning he’d lain out a thong for her to wear. At first she thought nothing of it; she’d worn them before, and had even enjoyed the slight tension against that sensitive strip of flesh between her cheeks. But as she slid it on, she realised that her shield was gone, and she was exposed. Not only exposed, but emphasised. The base of it would protrude out the sides, and anyone looking would notice it more than if she was entirely without underwear. 

The resultant day was filled with mines going off.  

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