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The Stories of Yvonne Sinclair

Alice And Anna
On The Beach
The Bisley Boy
Silk Stockings On A Ladder
A Merry Ferry Christmas
Stella and Fanny

The Story Of T

Arrival At The Institute

The Dominafuhrer

The New Recruit

The Sacred Feminine

The Sacred Feminine

Julia

An Introduction

VO Stories

Jenny
Miss Malcahy's Detention
Nine and a Half Hours

The Weight Loss
Programme

I Sign A Contract

The Convict

The Convict/My Prison Folder

Stories

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A Caning By Miss Spiteful
Always On The Bare
A Visit To Greenwich
At My Lady's Pleasure
Ball Shackle Story
Charles
George
I Met Claire In A Coffee Shop
Judicial Bastinado
Kevin's Poem
Kim
Long Weekend
Long Weekend Conclusion
My Visit
Penitence
Plimsolls
Robin's Electrical Torture
Shoeshine Boy
Slave To The Cane
The Basement
The Colony
The Escape Artist
The Huntress Caning
The Language School
The Worm's View
Webb Encounters
Z

The Bossy Bank Women

A Judicial Punishment

The Valkyrie

Episode 1

Norseland

The Vision
The Agreement
First Blood

EXIT

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Kevin's Poem

I sit on the chair gagged and bound

I cannot move cannot make a sound

You stand there and ask me to rise

To get up and respond to your call

But it's impossible to move at all!

Ankles strapped firm knees bound tight

I try to escape with all my might

But my waist is secured and my body erect,

To move freely it strongly objects

My wrists are constrained my elbows too

Give me a chance I beg unto you

You add more rope and lash my chest

Sit on my lap and guess the rest!

I remembered the evening, you stood stern and strong

I lay helpless, bound hand and foot, and tied firmly in rope

My body trembling under your command

Your wish, your desire, dancing in the air around me

Strength, beauty and power were yours

Your breath against my back, fingertips brushing against my skin

My body within your control, writhing, reaching, needing

I tremble under the verge of release, the trickles of melting wax,

You only give a fingernail, a touch of lips, brush of thigh - I long for more

I adore your control - the desire for tight rope is for pure

I turn to you bound in rope and silk scarves and such

In desire I wait for your touch

You stoop, knowing I cannot resist

Bringing sweet torment, tease, caress and kiss

Behind my gag, once more I writhe and moan

But to be free is a dream as you touch my pleasure zone

Bound fast in ropes beyond escape

I wait for your caress once more


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