Even more panicked, afraid she’d finally snapped, Italy started praying under his breath to be able to survive.
Belarus’s lips twitched in a smirk, surprised at the words Italy had uttered, amused and sneering. She couldn’t believe it, this pathetic lowlife was even more pitiful than she’d thought. Her smirk widened.
A virgin, huh?
Shifting a bit, she glanced at her cupboard with a speculative gaze; Underneath her, Italy whimpered and shifted a bit, helplessly trying to move away from her, so without even looking down, she flicked her wrist, extracting a knife from her sleeve, and slammed it down on the mattress, inches away from Italy’s chin.
“Stop the squirming, I’m thinking,” she grunted.
Italy went completely still, arms flopping on the mattress.
Belarus was still looking to the side, smirk still in place, and tugged at the knife, extracting it from the mattress and playing with it, stroking the blade against the covers and Italy’s hair, unconsciously brushing her index against his curl.
The reaction was instantaneous –he flushed crimson, a muffled sound leaving his tightly shut lips, and his legs twitched under Belarus’ weight, attracting her attention back to him.
“Hm?” Blue eyes took notice of his blush and narrowed. “You…” another soft chuckle. “Really, do you like to be dominated so much? Is it why you are so pitiful all the time? Do you really enjoy being controlled…?”
Italy’s mouth opened to deny the accusation, still flushed, but Belarus’ hand was still there, the lightest touch of skin against his curl, and much to his shame, he moaned quietly, cheeks turning even more red.
A ripple of heat washed through him, scattering his thoughts away, and he couldn’t speak anymore, caught in the sudden, sharp feeling and the weight on top of him.
With eyes speculatively narrowing, the blond Nation inched lower, staring closely at his face as she curled her fingers around his curl and viciously tugged at it.
Italy moaned loudly this time, hips unconsciously jutting up against her, and from her position on top of him, Belarus could feel exactly what kind of reaction he had to his curl pulled.
Her smirk grew as she watched the colour flood on the cheeks of the pitiful nation under her, his eyes filled with barely contained lust and confusion.
After what felt like hours, Belarus finally moved, shifting away from him, the heat of her body quickly replaced with cold air, and Italy trembled, sitting back up and looking around for an escape route.
His attempts at finding a way out were interrupted by glinting metal appearing before his widened eyes, making him shiver again. Belarus was holding her knife inches away from his face, her expression unreadable.
“Don’t you dare move, wimp. I am going to give you what you’ve asked for”.
Mouth dry, Italy frantically nodded and flopped back down on the mattress, mind completely blank. He didn’t even dare looking up, not even when he heard the other Nation move to the cupboard to open it.
He didn’t look towards her when he heard her rummaging through whatever things she had in there, the only image going through his brain at the time that of weapon of mass destruction, but he did look when he felt the rustling of clothing being taken off.
“V–ve?! Wh–what are y– hiii!”
A knife passed flying so close to his cheek that he could feel his skin heat up as he flinched, hearing the hollow sound of the blade lodging itself deeply into the wall behind him.
Belarus wasn’t undressing, but she had lifted her dress up, revealing her panties –white, Italy thought distantly, heart dancing wildly in his ears– and then taking them down without hesitation, exposing herself to his eyes.
He reacted accordingly, the blush returning tenfold as he whimpered and looked away, shocked and with blood burning in his veins. What was she–
The noise of something being clicked into position, but he didn’t dare turning around to…
“Look at me”.
The command, demanded in a cold, satisfied voice, made him turn around at once, and for the second time his brain short–circuited.
Belarus was still holding her dress up, but this time Italy’s eyes could not look away from the sight, skin as pale as sheet, as there, strapped around her waist, was a huge dildo of a rosy colour, jutting proudly upwards and against the folds of her skirt.
Sweat rolling down his chin, Italy let out a soft panicked cry and backed away on the bed until he hit the wall. “N–n…”
Belarus smiled again –she could even smell his fear, his frightened expression only making the situation even more enticing. There was something utterly alluring in the way he cowered before her, how his eyes were wide in fear, overpowering that Nation with her simple presence, and that allure excited her, making her movements faster, needy.
She towered in front of him a mere instant later, keeping the skirt lifted so that he would never lose sight of what she was wearing, and slowly caressed the length of the plastic dildo, feeling its familiar creases under her fingertips.
It was so rare she could bring it out to play, and that made it even better.
Tongue coming out to lick at her lips, already contracting her inner muscles at the prospect of her act –humiliating this Nation, who held her adored brother’s attention, taking him, making him put and trashing and begging her…
“I’m going…” she started, eerie smirk still in place, “to bury this… inside you…”
His whimper only made her shiver in delight.
Italy’s fingers gripped at the headboard of the bed, preparing to bolt; Belarus was faster than him –she grabbed him by the shoulder, slamming him facedown on the bed and positioning herself on his legs, effectively blocking him there.
With a loud cry, he tried to shake her off when she leaned against him, feeling the length of her strap–on press on his lower back, but unmindful of his panicked cries, she grabbed his curl again.
As expected, with the wave of heat rolling through him, he groaned and stopped trashing.
“Do you want to be punished so much, Italy?” his name held so much contempt in her tone that Italy sobbed into the mattress, his fear so strong that he had no energy left to rebel.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it so you will enjoy it,” and the promise in her voice only made Italy whimper louder. “Even brother will hear you…”
Her hands slithered to his front, unfastening and removing his belt, grabbing the hem of his pants and tugging them off, efficiently cutting through his underwear with her knife without even stopping to listen to Italy’s panicked cries.
As she admired his now naked behind, ready to be abused at her pleasure, Belarus leaned down, pressing her lips against one cheek, opening her mouth wide and biting down on the soft, smooth skin.
“Ah!” Italy cried out in pain, cheeks reddening in shame, and cried out once more when Belarus gave the same treatment to his other cheek, forcing Italy to stand still as she parted them wide, exposing his tight ring of muscles.
True to his previous words, Belarus found the entrance virgin of penetration, and her giddiness escalated greatly, fingers prodding at it in fascination.
She had never been able to get such a delightful, untouched ass before.
Italy whimpered and tried to move again, nailing at the bed covers; nothing could have prepared him for what came next –lithe, manicured fingers wiggling their way inside him, slick with something cool and slippery…
“Nnnngh–” he shut his eyes and bit down on the blanket, his inner muscles twitching around her finger. “N–no… s–stop please… ah…”
Both hands free, Belarus concentrated on her task, inserting her index further inside, eyes unmoving, her movements almost tender –almost.
She probably needed more lube, but she didn’t want to waste it too much –she was sure he would like it more with a side dish of pain…
A second finger slipping in, scissoring the tight muscles, pushing them aside, rubbing at the walls, feeling them twitch and shiver around her fingers…
“Stop writhing,” she ordered, making Italy freeze once again.
She could feel him shaking with the strain of keeping still, she could feel him under her, she could imagine the tears of shame rolling down his cheeks to wet her bed… and she shivered in lust, the desire for control rushing through her.
With a smirk, she pushed her fingers further in.
Italy arched against her, yelling loudly, pain radiating from deep inside him, clouding his mind and burning its way through his mouth in a loud, pained cry, and she stretched him even more, inserting a fourth finger and prodding–
The burning pain wafting through his body like flames made it almost impossible to breathe, and Italy remained still on the mattress, clutching at the blanket with his nails and wishing with all his might that the pain could stop–
Too much, too hot, burning, painful, overwhelming…
Then, something else trickled in –a strange feeling, a prickling sensation that made him groan, slowly growing stronger, making him unable to ignore it…
He moaned loudly, lips parted to allow air in, feeling the pain recede, something else taking its place, and it felt so good and so wrong at the same time, making his skin tingle, drool dribbling out from his mouth.
“Oh.. oooh… hnnnn…” his legs twitched and parted on their own accord, welcoming the change, the rush of pleasure growing stronger.
The world was suddenly out of focus –it was spinning, the creamy colour of the walls of the bedroom vanishing with the whiteness at the edges of his vision. He was barely aware that he was moaning and pleading in Italian, pushing upwards his hips to get more…
More of the pleasure, of the contact…
Belarus distinctly felt the difference once Italy stopped cowering away from her, body subtly shifting, pushing towards her whenever she hit the right place, her fingertips rubbing and abusing that single spot she’d learned about years before…
“Do you like it, wimp? I told you that I’d make you want this… ”
“Hnnnnn–”
She removed the fingers, wiping them on the blanket at her side before positioning against Italy’s behind, lifting her skirt enough that she could see the tip of the pink dildo pressing between his inviting cheeks.
“Be a good bitch, now…”
Se pushed in.
Italy’s cry was so loud it echoed in the room –Belarus didn’t care, burying the length of the strap–on until she felt it press deeper into her as well, pleasantly fit against her insides, and stopped only when Italy fell silent, throat too raw to scream any more.
“How does it feel? Does it feel good to be filled so much?” she asked, her frame trembling as she grabbed his hips to keep herself up, lips stretched into a smirk that looked like a grimace.
Oh, how she hoped to be able to feel what Italy was feeling now with her brother… one day it would surely happen, that he’d bury himself into her, owning her completely, filling her, completing her…
“Hnnnng…”
Eyes close, Russia’s face carved deeply into her mind, Belarus pushed back, a sharp twist of her hips, and then thrust forwards again.
Italy’s cries echoed in the room again, in her mind resounding with the beautiful breathing of her brother taking her…
Italy cried and nailed at the bed, his insides ripped into two –heat was too much, taking over of his mind, pleasure unlike any other hitting him in waves, every time Belarus pushed in, rubbing vigorously against the same spot that had sent stars into his eyes before, and…
“Aaaah!” arching his back, one knee digging into the mattress, his hips jutting in the air, the angle making Belarus’ thrusting reach even deeper–
Grunting, moaning, screaming and trembling, body in flames
Everything else forgotten –the shame of having her own him, the pain of the situation, her words that cut deeply through him…
Too much, the heat, the pleasure… ohGodburning–
Her nails digging into his back, ripping through his skin, making him bleed, yet he could barely feel it, the pain only heightening the pleasure–
Belarus pressed harder inside, throwing her head backwards, feeling Russia’s hands cup her breasts, pound into her with his huge length…
It was coming –she recognised the signs in Italy’s high–pitched yells, in the way he desperately pushed back against her, asking for more, submitting to her control, in her own body growing numb, pleasure coiling in her lower belly like flames tickling her insides…
Italy screamed out, sobbing and arching his back, and Belarus plunged deeper, one of her hands reaching forwards for that elusive, silly curl, tugging at it with vengeance, feeling him spasm without even having been touched, coming all over her bed, messy and sticky–
Belarus opened her eyes wide, the rush of pleasure finally taking her breath away, and she stared down at the spent body of Italy slumping on the mattress, barely conscious, and orgasmed hard, her legs digging into the bed, body shaking with the strength of her climax…
She toppled over, falling on the Italian Nation’s back with a satisfied hiss, feeling him shudder and whimper underneath her.
He was still feeling the aftermath of his orgasm, and the fact that the strap–on was still inside him did not allow him to relax.
Belarus’ lips shifted upwards in a contented, creepy smile as she realised her cheek was covered with blood. He’d cut through his back with her nails, and now she was right on that spot.
Licking at it, satisfied and still humming, she finally readjusted so that she was kneeling over him, no intention of slipping out yet.
“Good,” she murmured. “I wonder if I could fit two inside you, wimp…”
Letting out a groan, Italy shivered and did not move.
The orgasm had left him completely void of energy, and he simply hoped that Belarus, tired of him, would let him go and move to something else. He had liked it, but he also felt violated and afraid.
His hopes vanished when Belarus tugged at his curl, her other hand fondling him without shame. With an amused grin, she felt him respond almost instantaneously, twitching against her hand.
Maybe that curl was worth something, even if Italy wasn’t.
At least, she had a decent toy to play with, and as long as he remained with her, Russia’s attention would not be on him.
His body was worth pounding into the bed, and his cries and pleas had been overly satisfying, the power she held over him truly addicting like a drug.
Maybe this one would not bore her too much.
With a smirk, she pulled out. There were many toys she could still use on him.
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I really hope this was satisfying enough for you, OP. please drop a comment?
LJSKADJFLSJ;S -keyboard smash- Anon... this was perfect. Better than anything I'd imagined it would be. You can have my firstborn, soul, whatever you want. I'd ask for a sequel if it wasn't unreasonable. This was your first time writing pegging?! But it's too good!
i'd see a sequel being something like, belarus forcing italy to become her little pet or slave or something, lol. just because i could see her tormenting him, putting a leash on him... *nosebleeding*
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Control [2/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 02:18 am (UTC)(link)Belarus’s lips twitched in a smirk, surprised at the words Italy had uttered, amused and sneering. She couldn’t believe it, this pathetic lowlife was even more pitiful than she’d thought. Her smirk widened.
A virgin, huh?
Shifting a bit, she glanced at her cupboard with a speculative gaze; Underneath her, Italy whimpered and shifted a bit, helplessly trying to move away from her, so without even looking down, she flicked her wrist, extracting a knife from her sleeve, and slammed it down on the mattress, inches away from Italy’s chin.
“Stop the squirming, I’m thinking,” she grunted.
Italy went completely still, arms flopping on the mattress.
Belarus was still looking to the side, smirk still in place, and tugged at the knife, extracting it from the mattress and playing with it, stroking the blade against the covers and Italy’s hair, unconsciously brushing her index against his curl.
The reaction was instantaneous –he flushed crimson, a muffled sound leaving his tightly shut lips, and his legs twitched under Belarus’ weight, attracting her attention back to him.
“Hm?” Blue eyes took notice of his blush and narrowed. “You…” another soft chuckle. “Really, do you like to be dominated so much? Is it why you are so pitiful all the time? Do you really enjoy being controlled…?”
Italy’s mouth opened to deny the accusation, still flushed, but Belarus’ hand was still there, the lightest touch of skin against his curl, and much to his shame, he moaned quietly, cheeks turning even more red.
A ripple of heat washed through him, scattering his thoughts away, and he couldn’t speak anymore, caught in the sudden, sharp feeling and the weight on top of him.
With eyes speculatively narrowing, the blond Nation inched lower, staring closely at his face as she curled her fingers around his curl and viciously tugged at it.
Italy moaned loudly this time, hips unconsciously jutting up against her, and from her position on top of him, Belarus could feel exactly what kind of reaction he had to his curl pulled.
Her smirk grew as she watched the colour flood on the cheeks of the pitiful nation under her, his eyes filled with barely contained lust and confusion.
After what felt like hours, Belarus finally moved, shifting away from him, the heat of her body quickly replaced with cold air, and Italy trembled, sitting back up and looking around for an escape route.
His attempts at finding a way out were interrupted by glinting metal appearing before his widened eyes, making him shiver again. Belarus was holding her knife inches away from his face, her expression unreadable.
“Don’t you dare move, wimp. I am going to give you what you’ve asked for”.
Mouth dry, Italy frantically nodded and flopped back down on the mattress, mind completely blank. He didn’t even dare looking up, not even when he heard the other Nation move to the cupboard to open it.
He didn’t look towards her when he heard her rummaging through whatever things she had in there, the only image going through his brain at the time that of weapon of mass destruction, but he did look when he felt the rustling of clothing being taken off.
“V–ve?! Wh–what are y– hiii!”
A knife passed flying so close to his cheek that he could feel his skin heat up as he flinched, hearing the hollow sound of the blade lodging itself deeply into the wall behind him.
Belarus wasn’t undressing, but she had lifted her dress up, revealing her panties –white, Italy thought distantly, heart dancing wildly in his ears– and then taking them down without hesitation, exposing herself to his eyes.
He reacted accordingly, the blush returning tenfold as he whimpered and looked away, shocked and with blood burning in his veins. What was she–
The noise of something being clicked into position, but he didn’t dare turning around to…
“Look at me”.
The command, demanded in a cold, satisfied voice, made him turn around at once, and for the second time his brain short–circuited.
Control [3/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 02:19 am (UTC)(link)Sweat rolling down his chin, Italy let out a soft panicked cry and backed away on the bed until he hit the wall. “N–n…”
Belarus smiled again –she could even smell his fear, his frightened expression only making the situation even more enticing. There was something utterly alluring in the way he cowered before her, how his eyes were wide in fear, overpowering that Nation with her simple presence, and that allure excited her, making her movements faster, needy.
She towered in front of him a mere instant later, keeping the skirt lifted so that he would never lose sight of what she was wearing, and slowly caressed the length of the plastic dildo, feeling its familiar creases under her fingertips.
It was so rare she could bring it out to play, and that made it even better.
Tongue coming out to lick at her lips, already contracting her inner muscles at the prospect of her act –humiliating this Nation, who held her adored brother’s attention, taking him, making him put and trashing and begging her…
“I’m going…” she started, eerie smirk still in place, “to bury this… inside you…”
His whimper only made her shiver in delight.
Italy’s fingers gripped at the headboard of the bed, preparing to bolt; Belarus was faster than him –she grabbed him by the shoulder, slamming him facedown on the bed and positioning herself on his legs, effectively blocking him there.
With a loud cry, he tried to shake her off when she leaned against him, feeling the length of her strap–on press on his lower back, but unmindful of his panicked cries, she grabbed his curl again.
As expected, with the wave of heat rolling through him, he groaned and stopped trashing.
“Do you want to be punished so much, Italy?” his name held so much contempt in her tone that Italy sobbed into the mattress, his fear so strong that he had no energy left to rebel.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it so you will enjoy it,” and the promise in her voice only made Italy whimper louder. “Even brother will hear you…”
Her hands slithered to his front, unfastening and removing his belt, grabbing the hem of his pants and tugging them off, efficiently cutting through his underwear with her knife without even stopping to listen to Italy’s panicked cries.
As she admired his now naked behind, ready to be abused at her pleasure, Belarus leaned down, pressing her lips against one cheek, opening her mouth wide and biting down on the soft, smooth skin.
“Ah!” Italy cried out in pain, cheeks reddening in shame, and cried out once more when Belarus gave the same treatment to his other cheek, forcing Italy to stand still as she parted them wide, exposing his tight ring of muscles.
True to his previous words, Belarus found the entrance virgin of penetration, and her giddiness escalated greatly, fingers prodding at it in fascination.
She had never been able to get such a delightful, untouched ass before.
Italy whimpered and tried to move again, nailing at the bed covers; nothing could have prepared him for what came next –lithe, manicured fingers wiggling their way inside him, slick with something cool and slippery…
“Nnnngh–” he shut his eyes and bit down on the blanket, his inner muscles twitching around her finger. “N–no… s–stop please… ah…”
Both hands free, Belarus concentrated on her task, inserting her index further inside, eyes unmoving, her movements almost tender –almost.
She probably needed more lube, but she didn’t want to waste it too much –she was sure he would like it more with a side dish of pain…
A second finger slipping in, scissoring the tight muscles, pushing them aside, rubbing at the walls, feeling them twitch and shiver around her fingers…
“Stop writhing,” she ordered, making Italy freeze once again.
Control [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 02:20 am (UTC)(link)With a smirk, she pushed her fingers further in.
Italy arched against her, yelling loudly, pain radiating from deep inside him, clouding his mind and burning its way through his mouth in a loud, pained cry, and she stretched him even more, inserting a fourth finger and prodding–
The burning pain wafting through his body like flames made it almost impossible to breathe, and Italy remained still on the mattress, clutching at the blanket with his nails and wishing with all his might that the pain could stop–
Too much, too hot, burning, painful, overwhelming…
Then, something else trickled in –a strange feeling, a prickling sensation that made him groan, slowly growing stronger, making him unable to ignore it…
He moaned loudly, lips parted to allow air in, feeling the pain recede, something else taking its place, and it felt so good and so wrong at the same time, making his skin tingle, drool dribbling out from his mouth.
“Oh.. oooh… hnnnn…” his legs twitched and parted on their own accord, welcoming the change, the rush of pleasure growing stronger.
The world was suddenly out of focus –it was spinning, the creamy colour of the walls of the bedroom vanishing with the whiteness at the edges of his vision. He was barely aware that he was moaning and pleading in Italian, pushing upwards his hips to get more…
More of the pleasure, of the contact…
Belarus distinctly felt the difference once Italy stopped cowering away from her, body subtly shifting, pushing towards her whenever she hit the right place, her fingertips rubbing and abusing that single spot she’d learned about years before…
“Do you like it, wimp? I told you that I’d make you want this… ”
“Hnnnnn–”
She removed the fingers, wiping them on the blanket at her side before positioning against Italy’s behind, lifting her skirt enough that she could see the tip of the pink dildo pressing between his inviting cheeks.
“Be a good bitch, now…”
Se pushed in.
Italy’s cry was so loud it echoed in the room –Belarus didn’t care, burying the length of the strap–on until she felt it press deeper into her as well, pleasantly fit against her insides, and stopped only when Italy fell silent, throat too raw to scream any more.
“How does it feel? Does it feel good to be filled so much?” she asked, her frame trembling as she grabbed his hips to keep herself up, lips stretched into a smirk that looked like a grimace.
Oh, how she hoped to be able to feel what Italy was feeling now with her brother… one day it would surely happen, that he’d bury himself into her, owning her completely, filling her, completing her…
“Hnnnng…”
Eyes close, Russia’s face carved deeply into her mind, Belarus pushed back, a sharp twist of her hips, and then thrust forwards again.
Italy’s cries echoed in the room again, in her mind resounding with the beautiful breathing of her brother taking her…
Italy cried and nailed at the bed, his insides ripped into two –heat was too much, taking over of his mind, pleasure unlike any other hitting him in waves, every time Belarus pushed in, rubbing vigorously against the same spot that had sent stars into his eyes before, and…
“Aaaah!” arching his back, one knee digging into the mattress, his hips jutting in the air, the angle making Belarus’ thrusting reach even deeper–
Grunting, moaning, screaming and trembling, body in flames
Everything else forgotten –the shame of having her own him, the pain of the situation, her words that cut deeply through him…
Too much, the heat, the pleasure… ohGodburning–
Her nails digging into his back, ripping through his skin, making him bleed, yet he could barely feel it, the pain only heightening the pleasure–
Belarus pressed harder inside, throwing her head backwards, feeling Russia’s hands cup her breasts, pound into her with his huge length…
Control [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 02:21 am (UTC)(link)Italy screamed out, sobbing and arching his back, and Belarus plunged deeper, one of her hands reaching forwards for that elusive, silly curl, tugging at it with vengeance, feeling him spasm without even having been touched, coming all over her bed, messy and sticky–
Belarus opened her eyes wide, the rush of pleasure finally taking her breath away, and she stared down at the spent body of Italy slumping on the mattress, barely conscious, and orgasmed hard, her legs digging into the bed, body shaking with the strength of her climax…
She toppled over, falling on the Italian Nation’s back with a satisfied hiss, feeling him shudder and whimper underneath her.
He was still feeling the aftermath of his orgasm, and the fact that the strap–on was still inside him did not allow him to relax.
Belarus’ lips shifted upwards in a contented, creepy smile as she realised her cheek was covered with blood. He’d cut through his back with her nails, and now she was right on that spot.
Licking at it, satisfied and still humming, she finally readjusted so that she was kneeling over him, no intention of slipping out yet.
“Good,” she murmured. “I wonder if I could fit two inside you, wimp…”
Letting out a groan, Italy shivered and did not move.
The orgasm had left him completely void of energy, and he simply hoped that Belarus, tired of him, would let him go and move to something else. He had liked it, but he also felt violated and afraid.
His hopes vanished when Belarus tugged at his curl, her other hand fondling him without shame. With an amused grin, she felt him respond almost instantaneously, twitching against her hand.
Maybe that curl was worth something, even if Italy wasn’t.
At least, she had a decent toy to play with, and as long as he remained with her, Russia’s attention would not be on him.
His body was worth pounding into the bed, and his cries and pleas had been overly satisfying, the power she held over him truly addicting like a drug.
Maybe this one would not bore her too much.
With a smirk, she pulled out. There were many toys she could still use on him.
–––
I really hope this was satisfying enough for you, OP. please drop a comment?
signorina (Italian) – miss
Re: Control [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)OP WANTS TO GET MARRIEDMARRIEDMARRIED
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)This was your first time writing pegging?! But it's too good!
author!anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)i'd see a sequel being something like, belarus forcing italy to become her little pet or slave or something, lol. just because i could see her tormenting him, putting a leash on him... *nosebleeding*
OP again
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)Such a wonderful idea.
Re: Control [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-24 11:48 am (UTC)(link)you are amazing, author!anon.
Re: Control [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-24 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)