You yawn, rub your eyes, and officially wake up.

go Marquis de Sade's insatiable lust for Brenda_Walsh's magnificent ass

A room of fuckery. The Marquis de Sade declares 'Sensations are my means of judging everything.' Brenda_Walsh offers her ass to her beloved mentor. Madame.de.Clairwil, positioned such that her violet satin gown folds back upon itself to reveal a glimpse of pale thigh, is contemplating her journal. Her diary of love and degradation is inscribed with memories and yearnings, pseudonyms, crimes, dates, locations, acts both natural and unnatural. Madame turns to a fresh page, places the book under her pillow, waits . . .

Madame.de.Clairwil is here.

You have new mail (2) from Sp.Jane.

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To: gashgirl
From: Sp.Jane
Subject: All apologies

I am terribly sorry to have missed our date...I was away for the weekend, as I told you, and in my mind, monday night was the night from monday to tuesday...It was a shock and great disappointment to me to discover I had you waiting in vain..Please, Mistress, forgive me !

I'll be here tonight, and I'll be very obedient and humble. Please Mistress do not punish me ! I'll be your doll and private whore, and you can use me the way you like..Please.

Let me put on some lingerie for you and make up and some high heel shoes..I swear I won't disappoint you again...

Your doll, sorry and confused