Excerpt from my private blog, it gets pretty intimate from here on in (the vilehabit members only journal)
I was mortified. I had no idea what I should do to please this man. In truth, the body knows and it responds to desire with obedience, but I distrusted and despised my form, petite yet plump, very full round ass and thighs, short legs, flat stomach, and tiny breasts, delicate arms, anxious nail-bitten line-creased hands. It seemed to resist its very existence. I rubbed my small breasts through the sleek synthetic fabric, lifted my skirt above my hips, and thrust my ass into the air like a tart, revealing sheer black stockings and garters. My cunt knew itself however, and soon began to warm and wetten to the task, but more for myself than for him, I have always been tremendously embarrassed when required to perform in any manner. He was videotaping this ordeal, as he often did.
The rest is in my member's area, along with my video/photo diaries. I'm looking to make the memories of my experience (in training as a slave slut with nothing but holes and moans) a big part of that site. It ain't much, but I am enjoying sharing this.
The illustration and the pudding-proof Incidentally, all of our videos/photos aren't b&w and grainy...just one or two, shot in the dark hotel rooms of abandon and afterthought.
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