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Angel Baby – Chapter Five – Restraint
My wrists itched. They weren’t sore, but sleeping in restraints made my skin a little bratty the morning after, which was fitting, I suppose. They just needed a little moisturiser, and they’d be fine, but my moisturiser was in my bag, in the living room and completely inaccessible to somebody who was unable to move…
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Angel Baby – Chapter Four – The Roast Dinner
The silver was cool against my skin. It was small and subtle. A simple chain, linked with a circle, that contained our little secret. Nobody would know. What they saw as a simple, sweet little necklace was a promise. It was devotion. It was a reminder to him that I would always be his, and…
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Angel Baby – Chapter Three – Penance
It would be the wooden ruler first. The softest option but still harsh in his hands. As I lay motionless on the bed, I remembered handing it to him for the first time, knowing exactly what he intended to do with it, but handing it over all the same. I handed myself over too. I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 