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Saoirse Ronan and Lupita Nyong’o are the faces of Calvin Klein’s new perfume : Women.

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Saoirse Ronan for Calvin Klein Women: #IAMWOMEN Fragrance Campaign (2018).

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Her brow furrowed for a moment before it hit her. “Oh, a title! Please forgive me, Miss. Sometimes it just slips my mind.” She kept her arms wrapped around her knees, before nodding along to her words. “Well it’s okay for the most part. Of course there’s sometimes cruel people who will just treat you however they want, despite how much it hurts or effects you. I’ve been here for years, I’ve been with all kinds of people.”

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“It’s not so bad when you’ve been dead for a while, you kinda just get used to it.” She smiled gently, her hands looping around her knees as she watched the woman. “As for passing time, you could always just have fun with one of us…the slaves, I mean. It’s what we’re here for.”

“I certainly hope so,” she sighed. Frankie turned her gaze towards the voice and eyed her up and down. “I have heard of that,” she agreed, “And if you are, in fact, a slave, I believe you are missing something when speaking to me. So, tell me about being a slave here.”

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mcnstrosite‌:

     honestly she could have been invisible or another part of the sleazy decor of the place. she could have been mold or a fly buzzing in the background. when she speaks caleb looks up from the screen and it is only then that he finally notices her presence. huh, how long has she been sitting here? did he rent her and forgot about it? ❛ what? no i hate horses ❜ he replies, matter of factly. the conversation doesn’t end there though and she is telling him that she knows him. knows him? how fucking presumptuous. people knew of him, they didn’t know him one bit. ❛ yeah, i’m sorta famous. ❜

It’s moments like this that make her hate some of the people around the place. She supposed it was the air of entitlement that hung around some people, it tended to just stink up the place. “Right.” She spoke, eyebrows furrowing slightly. It would’ve been better just keeping her mouth shut, though she didn’t know how much longer she could spend just fading into the background. “I know, I remember reading about you in the newspaper, another one of those people who made others fear being out alone at night.“

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falwcll‌:

willow’s smile brings one to alex’s face. happiness isn’t exactly a common emotion down in the cells, so it’s nice to see from time to time. “that’s good to hear.” alex knows some of the masters are rougher than others, but she hasn’t been seriously hurt — not since she stopped yelling at everybody and started using titles, anyway. “i never thought i’d say this, but… maybe this place isn’t all bad.”

“It really isn’t all that bad to be honest. Well for the most part, sometimes it’ll be bad..” Willow had been there for a while, she’d been with all kinds of awful people. “I think it beats ending up in a wooden box, completely dead as a door nail. You know, no afterlife, no nothing. Just darkness to fall into for the rest of eternity. Of course it’d be fun if things were all sunshines and rainbows, but this will do.” Willow hummed softly, moving to sit with the blonde. “How are you doing?”

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misslanawilliams‌:

Lana didn’t move from her perch on a nearby chair, both hands resting upon the bone carving that topped her cane.

“Mind over matter, girl.  What you think is inconsequential.  Keep going.”

She looked up at the woman for a few moments before giving a short nod of her head. What was she to do but obey? She sunk further onto the object, her eyes squeezing shut and mouth dropping open as it buried to the hilt. It was an oddly enjoyable sensation, a burning stretch bordering on the edge of painful. She couldn’t help the small flare of pride at succeeding at the task at hand. She kept her eyes down, obediently waiting for her next order.

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Calvin Klein Women Fragrance 2018

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mcnstrosite‌:

“and i also liked to go skiing in the winter.” caleb’s eyes are glued to the video playing on his phone. a 20 something blonde with big tits getting a mouthful of cock. “and what about you? it’s caleb, right? what did you use to do for fun?” he sighs at this poor excuse for company, whishes he had a rope to strangle him with. caleb doesn’t bother looking up at him and responds, ❛ raising whores.❜ the man beside him blinks a few minutes, and then asks, “racing horses?“ caleb then nods, a smile spreading across my lips, ❛ sure. lets go with that. ❜

It wasn’t her business to focus on their interaction, she was just to sit pretty until she was of use. She stared off into the distance, her mind wandering through all kinds of things. It was something she did often, though not as often as she first died. Her brain had been alive with thought, everything moving at a million miles a minute. She glanced up as the master spoke, finally tuning back in. “You used to race horses?” Perhaps he did that in between other things, but she knew this man. She knew his face from before. A few memories flashed through her, her mother leaning over her father at the breakfast table as he clutched white knuckled at the daily paper. She’d been fairly young, only just into her teens when it’d all come out, but she remembered. “I know you.”

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frankiexdidxmanhattan‌:

I cannot say I am overly thrilled with being dead. I suppose that is not in my control. That being said, I would like to figure out what to do with the rest of my non-life, so anyone with better ideas, make themselves known. 

“It’s not so bad when you’ve been dead for a while, you kinda just get used to it.” She smiled gently, her hands looping around her knees as she watched the woman. “As for passing time, you could always just have fun with one of us...the slaves, I mean. It’s what we’re here for.”

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misslanawilliams‌:

“No, no, no.  I don’t care about that.”  

“What I care about is how wide you can stretch.”

Willow’s head tipped forward, a harsh breath leaving her. The muscles in her thighs flexed as she held herself up, her hands trying to clutch at the surface beneath her. “But I don’t think I can go any further.” She mumbled. She’d tried to sink down onto the toy, but it only got thicker further down to the base. She’d already been pushing her limits, not wanting to speak up as she felt more and more full.

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falwcll‌:

it’s been a couple of days since anybody’s rented alex. part of her is grateful for the time off, but she’s beginning to feel restless. even though catering to the whims of her alleged superiors isn’t exactly her favorite thing to do, at least it’s something. her mind tends to wander to some pretty dark places if left unoccupied for too long. that’s why when she sees a fellow slave returning to the cells, she decides to make conversation. “hey. how’d it go? if you don’t mind me asking.” the other girl isn’t crying and she doesn’t appear to be hurt, so alex hopes that means her rental went well.

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Willow was staring off absentmindedly, something she did far too often. It’d be nice to get out, and the interaction had gone better than she’d hoped. Far better than some of her previous encounters. Her head snapped round when she heard a voice, a wide smile lighting her features. “Oh it was good! I didn’t really know what to expect, but nothing bad happened. She was rough and unrelenting, but it was all good, I liked it.”

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stars-never-payx‌:

“This device…No wonder humans are so easily corrupted, absolute drivel…” The blonde hissed, looking through the cell phone device she had obtained. The fact that technology had moved on only made her realize just how dead she really was. “They seem so pointless to me” she then shoved the phone back into her purse, her gaze going to the other before her “Ah, another waste of my time I’m sure- what is it that you want?”

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Her interest had been peaked by the device the woman held, bright blue eyes staring over at it. Of course she’d seen a cell phone before, hers before she has died had been an eye catching candy pink. But this one was clearly some type of upgraded model. “Sorry to bother you.” She spoke with a respectful tone, a gentle smile on her lips despite the other blonde’s words. “Your cell phone, what kind is it? If you don’t mind me asking, of course. It looks super upgraded from the ones from when I was alive.”

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I should definitely sleep, but if you’d like to plot with Willow, pls do hop into my DMs !! I’ll be around tomorrow after work !!

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this makes me so hemotional .

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Task 001 ;;

Full name: Willow Dana Meyer.

Gender: Female.

Date of birth: 15th July, 1972.

Birth location: Boston, Massachusetts.

Date of death: 22nd September, 1999.

Death location: Las Vegas, Nevada.

Age: 27.

Marital status: Single.

Family (living): Gracie Meyer(Younger sister. 30 years old), Franklin Meyer(Younger brother, 34 years old), Maryanne Meyer( Older sister, 49). Both of her parents are dead.

Mark: Slave

.PAST LIFE.

Willow was the second born to the Meyer family. The Meyers were a respected and sophisticated family, their reputation known all about their hometown.

Willow was a quiet child, someone who never wanted to cause any type of trouble or disturbance. She never caused any problems , was always a prim and proper child/teen and was always polite. She’d always stick by her parents side at parties rather than go off bothering people like her sister would. She was pretty much the picture of innocence and perfection in front of people. She was always so scared of disappointing her parents.

She eventually grew distant with her family when she was around twenty two. She was being set up to marry a family friend, but she had no interest in it. She wanted to be able to live her own life rather than end up as someone’s stay at home wife. It was the first time she’d truly humiliated her family.

She left home with her savings and ended up moving to Las Vegas, Nevada. She bounced around in a few jobs after she moved, but ended up working at a strip club after being recommended by a friend. Though it wasn’t the dancing she wanted to do, it was still an active job she could enjoy.

That’s where things got a bit messy. She was popular at the club, her body and stage presence always drawing people in. She made sure to keep it as professional as she could, but as the years passed, she fell weak to the attentions of others and fell into bed with more and more patrons from the club. She’d always felt bad after, knowing these people had families waiting at home for them to return. She wasn’t the same person she was on stage. On stage she was a vixen, not caring for peoples feelings, just trying to play the game of seduction. But out of the getup, she was soft at heart, a sucker for attention and seemingly loving touches. She didn’t know how she let things get so out of hand.

It all carried on for a while, despite the guilt she felt. She couldn’t seem to pull herself away from it. Maybe it was the attention that kept her doing it, or maybe it was the fact that people were so enticed by her that they just had to have her, take her for their own. She couldn’t get enough of it. Though, it all came to an end on the 22nd of September, 1999. She’d been in the middle of crowd pleasing dance when she was shot dead by an enraged woman who had found out about her husbands affair with Willow.

THE PRESENT.

Her life was spent being under people’s control. Her parents for the most part, the men and women she slept with. Though her stage character radiated power and dominating energy, her real self always fell to the hands of others. It’s no surprise she finds herself in this possession, it’s a permanent reminder of how she was in her life, weak willed and easily controlled.

Willow is just willing to be beneath anyone. She’s a sucker for attention and as soon as she has it, she’ll just fall to her knees. She’s obedient for the most part, though can definitely be a bit defiant and teasing if she feels confident enough. She’s always willing to be put in her place though. She’s tall with lithe limbs and blonde tresses. Sweet sapphire eyes and petal soft pink lips. She can take pain like a champ.

THE FUTURE.

She’d be down to be claimed by someone, though if it doesn’t happen, she’s cool with that too. Doesn’t really have a clue what she truly wants.

Kinks: Knife play, wax play, degradation, blood play, spanking/paddling , rough sex, total power exchange, pet play, bondage, orgasm control, pretty much anything not on anti kinks or anything illegal..

Anti kinks: Scat, vore, vomit, bestiality.

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