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Wut?
Getting into bed on Tuesday, Helen asks what the hell I've done to my back. I say 'Wut?'. She points out that my back is covered in bruising, and asks if I've been sneaking off for secret liasons with dommes for severe beatings. I saw 'Wut??'. She takes a photo with my phone:
I guess when I was learning backflying last week, I hit the mesh floor a bit harder than I realised each time I fell out of the air.
I guess when I was learning backflying last week, I hit the mesh floor a bit harder than I realised each time I fell out of the air.
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I still reckon you aren't actually going to MK to learn to fly at all. You're visiting a Domme and pretending you aren't 'cause you reckon it would detract from your domly status. Ha. I know your game.
I bet that's where you're going when you go to visit your 'Mum' as well.
*is SO on to you*
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