I raise my glass to the in a toast for aiding me in opening my eyes. When I had first came across the projects you have all spent meticulous hours crafting, painting, and sculpting I didn't get what you Gentlemen had set out to accomplish. Now that I have drank deeply from the chalice you all graciously extended I see.
There was always this unwitting portrait mere feet away from my residence at all times. How could I have been so blind to this fools gold? I wish I could describe it to you all, how unearthly, twisting, and sweet she was. If only you could have all saw the way she teased. How every day without fail she would be in her backyard. She swore it was for tanning purposes, but how could that be a real reason for her to lay there. In nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric attempting to protect and hide her most sacred parts.
Oh my, Where are my manners? I'm lost in rambling. Attached with this note -that I do hope reaches you all well- is the first time I placed my hands upon my very own canvas. It was as simple as you all made it out to sound. Plenty of time to set up my camera as that sketch laid elegantly on the bed. The chill from her piercing, frozen expression is something I'll never forget. Thank you Gentlemen.
What a bunch of hard working Darlings. Looking so pristine, proper, and pressed. Yes. This is one of the most pivotal parts of training to be one of the Museums receptionist. Now, No more time wasting little one's.
Was this not what the bratty behavior was for? It wasn't even that much time you had to go without me. What a needy, desperate, little toy. Don't worry. Daddy's here now.
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You couldn't wait till we left could you? You just had to keep pushing your luck. Even with all those wandering eyes. Now you're going to stay in storage until being your knees are the most comfortable position you have ever been in.
Let's fall asleep in each other's arms watching Netflix. So you can be woken up by the feeling of a hard, thick, shaft Invading your once slumbering body.
Mnnhh...
I can feel how tight you would be now. Your drowsy eyes would be as bright as the moon as I pumped inside your sleepy frame. You wouldn't want me to stop. You had always hoped that one day while we snuggled that you would wake up to me inside you. Here it was. Here was the happy dream you had longed for.
All I want to do is force my shaft inside you until you're left a tired out little babbling mess. Then tuck you in, give you forehead kisses for being such a good little toy, then read you a nifty bed time story till you wondered off into dreamland. Is that really so much to ask for?
You've said so many times that you could handle it. We would be at dinner and you'd mention how you want to shake. You begged, pleaded, swore that you could take it. Tonight we would find out. Don't give up now that you're bent over the kitchen table listening to it violently wobble under my merciless thrusts. Hold on for me Princess. Daddy's Almost Finished.
Can I tell you all about a fun game I've been working on over the past couple months? Okay, it's really easy! All you've gotta do to play is invite the prettiest girl you know to dinner. Then, Midway through the dinner show her the scandalous selfies you've acquired of her. It's beautiful how much color fades from their eyes when they see themselves on my phone. I'm not sure what to name it yet, I'm thinking about "Blackmail and a Movie". Or B.M for short.
I told you there was a Museum I've been dying to visit. There where mentions how I wanted you to wear your prettiest skirt and top. You didn't disappoint in preparing such a pretty presentation. The only thing that was missing was the ropes around your wrists and the bright red hand prints left on your ass.
Struggle. Go ahead. You're so close to getting out! The windows are right there. Don't stop! Don't quit. Go on and Tire yourself out. Your holes are getting used regardless when I get home.
I had run out of rope by the time it was your turn to join the Museum. That's fine, duct tape, drugs, and a bathtub will do fine to keep you feeling at home till you're suspended like a shining chandelier.
Attention all Cherished Facilities, and Esteemed Artist. For those who have been wondering what the Museum does with the Portraits, Idols, and Landscapes that don't make it to the front of house, well wonder no more! We have recently opened an installation in the upper back wing. There, you will find an assortment of treasures waiting for a second chance at redemption. At your earliest convenience please head up there, utilize the works, canvas, and sketching. After all, art is meant to be appreciated. As always
You're so proud of yourself. Does it feel good knowing you've pushed a man to kidnap you? Does it feel good knowing you're seconds away from being violated by some random man? That enormous, bright, cheeky smile says you are.
"In ya' go" I said as I set you down inside that spacious, vacant van.
I'll admit, you gave me more trouble than I thought you would have. It was strange doing transport by myself considering I only started two weeks ago, but whatever. A paycheck is a paycheck. You sure didn't want to leave your room, let alone your house. But it became easier when my mentor's words rang out in my head...