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Dolore Dolce
Date: 3/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: , Source: LushStories
An unwelcomed sliver of sunlight slowly crept its way to her sleeping eyes. It invaded the bedroom from a small gap between the curtains and woke her from a peaceful slumber. “Ohhhhhh, five more minutes, please go away,” she complained and threw a pillow at the curtains. She slowly lifted her arms over her head and carefully stretched. Her bare breasts slipped free from under the bed sheet. She looked down at her firm breasts and smiled to herself. There was a thick, long, purple and blue bruise streaked across the top of both her breasts. It looked as if it had been painted it on her flesh with a fine, camel hair artist’s brush. She bit her lower lip, smiled and purred, “Mmmmmmm. Thank you, Sir.” She swung her legs off the mattress, stood up and proceeded to gingerly make her way to the bathroom. She stopped in front of the full length mirror on the bathroom door to inspect her naked body. Fading red welts covered her thighs and abdomen. She ran her fingers over them and smiled to herself. She spread her legs and inspected her hairless, plump mound. It also was streaked with fading red marks. She turned around and inspected her ass and back. “Holy fudge! Thank you, Sir!” she exclaimed pleased at the light bruising and welts that were there. “ They’ll disappear in a few days, unfortunately ,” she remembered the words I had whispered to her the night before. She sat down to pee and leaned forward to admire her new ankle bracelet. Her fingers traced over the four gold letters ...