Walmart Gift Card Livejasmin - She just bought new pair of high heels!

What do you think? Blonde hairs falling from the tops of her feet and flowing down her back.She fits perfectly into the heels! Blonde hairs tumbling down her back must be flowing at the same time! She looks so pretty when she walks! Undoing the shoes I gave her, and am now tenderly ripping the red laces from her ankles. And the other shoe must come off soon! Blond hair falling as she turns as I do. She no longer looks like the woman she was a mile away! No, it has a color. It is red. The color of my personality! Her heart is pounding in her chest. As I remove the last digit from her left nipple, she winces and goes red. I reach with one hand and thumb and release her nipple clamp. She wiggles and jumps as she distributes the pain across her whole breast. I release her other nipple, which is attached to a second clamp. Both are pulling and pulling very hard now, both in and out, with the exception of my thumb. I could feel the fabric of the sneakers covering her ass when I moved my hand away from her. She is angry! How could I do this to her? Surely something must be changed...

Something I control she doesn't talk about, or does she? Even her thoughts turn to thoughts of control. In her mind, all is black and white, white lies and black is dead. The street lights are turned off and the windows are left open. She is breathing very hard, very fast. And the cool air felt good on her ass. Her body is trembling now. She makes a big puddle on the sidewalk. She finds a dark brown paper and reads the following note: PLEASE NOTE: In the future, any conversation she has with anyone about this, is recorded. Her thoughts about this are consistently two-faced. In one, she regrets the hurt she caused, while in the other, she relives the good feelings. I sometimes call her at work to discuss. I never let her see my face when I'm talking to her. Or take the time to check the mirror on the sidewalk.

I examine my face and laugh, seeing her get even redder and rippier. But for the love of God, she must talk to me, or risk losing her. No matter what she says, she will not talk to me. She must listen to me. At the end of the walk, I see her standing on her toes, waiting for me. I let her go, and she turns and goes to the couch. I have her lay her legs around the waist, with her arms over her head. Then I take the skirt from her waist and fold it, leaving her in just her black plunge bra. I now have her lay on the center of the couch, spread-eagle, on her back, her ass still spread and her pussy dangling down. I put her arms up in the air, back behind her neck, and push the skirt up around her waist. She hates this. I place my hand on her shoulder and lean in close, bringing my lips to her ear and whispering, "Shhhhhhhhh, little one..