It’s A Hard Task, Arranging Birthday Parties For My 3 Daughters. Despite The Fact That They All Have

Well isn’t she a wicked little toy. Dark and lovely. What a beautiful combination.

“But you said there was no possible way I could scare you Ellie. I remember the conversation clearly. You and I were finishing tea, it was a very warm Monday afternoon and you were rather determined in both tone and expression. In fact, you were certain to stand as you spoke, emphasizing your position on just how confident you were that nothing I could do would frighten you. Would make you cling to what little might be left of your self respect. And yet here you are, your barely clothed body pressed against a cold wall, a position I might add, you put yourself in. And me, but a step away from you, simply looking down at the torn and tattered mess you have become.  It amuses me that you think I am going to stop. That you somehow feel you will talk your way out of this predicament. Oh certainly you have your safe word which I will always respect. Something tells me you are a little tongue tied though. Go ahead. Use it. I will honour it now as I have in the past. You do not want to though, do you pet? No, you want to fight back, to resist, to prove to me you are not afraid. I like that. I appreciate the will of a doll, the determination of a feisty girl. So please, continue. Fight me. Give it everything you have. It will make your demise that much more enjoyable. For the moment your bottom lip begins to tremble and your beautiful eyes shimmer with tears, the knowledge that you no longer can fight the terror, will be my victory and the mere beginning of a night of succulent torment.”

Edging made her hungry. Now she wants to be fed.

Nikki Delanoon