Heel

It’s amazing to me how some people crave this lifestyle but also crave their freedom as well. I on the other hand have no problem, save but one to live the life I know I’m destine to. Save but one problem, that problem being that some say they want to live a certain life, but when it really comes down to it they are full of shit. Not all but most that I have come across. I was recently told that it was impossible to live in a major city with over 8 million people that I could not come across one that was true to them selves or me. Which to a degree is true, but I’ve been alive a while and know that I have to put myself in positions were I might find what it is I’m looking for. Since one can’t sit at home wishing for a job and never put in the foot work to achieve that goal. It can get a bit depressing at times but like all things this to shall pass.As an aside.

I’ve been having some really sadistic dreams of late. One has to do with the heel of my shoe and a whip. Let me explain. I enter a room and there he is on the floor, his hands cuffed above his head around a column. I walk over to him, the only sound is my heels on the floor.  The smell of my cigarette fills the air. I place the heel of my shoe on his mouth forcing him to open. Then I lean over and flick the ash in his mouth. I then get my whip and again place my heel in his mouth, this time I don’t remove it. I begin to whip his thighs slowly at first moving the strokes closer to his private parts. All the while my heel is stead fast in his mouth. I can feel his struggle not to choke. My strokes become more intense and he starts to squirm, which only fuels desire as well as my strokes.

And the heel in his mouth starts to gag him. Should I stop?  

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