Friday, May 15, 2009
The Devil in Constance
Oh, Constance, Dear Constance, what manner of mischief do you sow this evening? You look as though you may have Evil on your mind, hmmm? How is one to respond to your arrogant posturing in such maleficent attire? That scandalous vinyl white teddy, cut to such extreme specs as to reveal all your considerable charms? Those black leather thigh-highs, so intimidating, harbingers of a powerful woman's cruel wrath about to be unleashed when confronted with disobedience? Mmmm, and that paddle you brandish with such panache and aplomb? Could its function be one already preconceived and exempt from any manner of plea or negotiation? Yes, Constance, you have that look about you. From the despotic gaze in your eyes to your mountainous breasts exploding from the confines of that tiny teddy, to your gorgeous, powerful thighs, revealed just enough to remind us of the omnipotence of your golden flesh. Well, whatever your agenda, and whatever the severity of our emasculate crimes, we bow in reverence to your singular beauty and sexual authority. And however unworthy we may be, the Big Boob Lovers of the world unite, to bow down in prayer and uncompromising respect to our queen. Constance Devil; a Breast Fetishist's eternal High Priestess.
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