Sir – Page 20 – Tilly Bloom

For when you need your music turned up to 11, Tilly.

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Music, Tilly, your go-to cure for everything.

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Listening to music, clearing your mind.

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Music is my savior.

You put in your chignon, Tilly. You have not slipped on your whore’s heels or discarded your dress yet, but part of you wants to come out and play.

I will patiently wait until the rest of you is ready.

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neverwasteadirtymind:

You wil get to a smile, Tilly. Sooner or later. I know you will.

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Right now I wish I could believe you.
Thank you for hoping and caring.

neverwasteadirtymind:

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Of course I will, Sir.

neverwasteadirtymind:

I don’t think you are as much of a devil as you think, Tilly.

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I am worst.

neverwasteadirtymind:

Aren’t you a tempting little treat, Tilly?

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neverwasteadirtymind:

That taste, that intoxicating taste.

Brought on by my words, as they lodge in your mind, my directions, as they guide your fingers, my rules, as they control you and make you feel owned.

That taste of your wet, aroused pussy, Tilly, your own ambrosia.

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neverwasteadirtymind:

Relax, TIlly, feel my hand on you, stroking you, petting you, making you feel safe.

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