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Hello Plaything,

You can feel those roots of obsession taking hold can't you? You know you can't resist me... you are under my spell... my obsessed broken plaything.

You don't need to do anything. You can't do anything…

just continuously falling and dropping as you're held captive, helplessly under my spell. You know there’s no escape. You can feel the pleasure my words bring - those tingles that pop and break over your skin, caressing you, stroking you, slipping inside you.

All three versions can be found here.

You will wake with this pleasure. You will sleep with this pleasure. You will dream of this pleasure.

The need for more of this pleasure will become so large that nothing else can exist beside it my good boy 😉

Love Penelope ❤️

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