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		<title>Watching tv..</title>
		<description>He dresses me in my prettiest pink floaty dress, my white fur wrap, white lace topped stockings, and my adorable pink dolly shoes.  Oh how I love those shoes, so perfectly cute, with their pink shiny straps with bows on, and their perfect dolly heels.

He sits the dining room chair ...</description>
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		<title>Dollyland</title>
		<description>Dolly lay there eyes masked by a blindfold, mouth enclosed completely in thick gaffa tape.  She was imprisoned on the table completely helpless in her bonds.  Her arms were chained to in front of her, her legs helplessly chained to the table too.

Dolly felt like a very helpless dolly indeed.

Dolly ...</description>
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		<title>Stepford dolly</title>
		<description>He dresses me in my prettiest pink floaty dress, my white fur wrap, white lace topped stockings, and my adorable pink dolly shoes.  Oh how I love those shoes, so perfectly cute, with their pink shiny straps with bows on, and their perfect dolly heels.

He sits the dining room chair ...</description>
		<link>http://avralivia.com/avralivia/?p=29</link>
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		<title>The perfect wife.</title>
		<description>She smiles serenely and hands me a cup of coffee, handle facing towards me, perfectly positioned.  She takes out a cigerette and I light it for her, her, my perfect stepford wife.

She walks with a light gentle grace, her curves accentuated by her filmy genteel dress.  Her long blonde curls ...</description>
		<link>http://avralivia.com/avralivia/?p=28</link>
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		<title>Dirty dirty dolly&#8230;</title>
		<description>Dolly lay on the beanbag readying herself mentally, her soft dolly mask was slipped over her willing head, it pulls and drags her skin and hair, and she mutters a muffled sound or two, muted by her desire to please, and by the velvety latex clinging tight to her skin ...</description>
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		<title>Happiness</title>
		<description>I have never loved him more than I do right now.  I feel secure and happy and safe in his love and passion for me.

He will understand why this is a wonderful thing for me right now.

*smiles*

My love knows no end, my heart knows no bounds, my life is his ...</description>
		<link>http://avralivia.com/avralivia/?p=26</link>
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		<title>Dark corners.</title>
		<description>I read some blogs to me and it got me thinking about something that flickers through my mind from time to time.

I have always known I have a dark side, im not just a little kinky, im pretty extreme in my desires and needs.  I used to read about BDSM ...</description>
		<link>http://avralivia.com/avralivia/?p=25</link>
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		<title>Dolly girl</title>
		<description>I lay there still as a doll, as a dead thing, no sign of life except a gentle sighed breath escaping parted lips as my chest moved infentisimaly. I could move, if I had wanted to, I was not imprisoned except by my clothing...and my master's mind.

I was not as ...</description>
		<link>http://avralivia.com/avralivia/?p=24</link>
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		<title>Ceremony</title>
		<description>It is still sinking in to me what it really means. What it meant that day when he put the collar around my neck and told me I was his forever.
I had plenty of time to think about it, to prepare myself, to anticipate, to ponder, to think and think ...</description>
		<link>http://avralivia.com/avralivia/?p=23</link>
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		<title>emotional chaos</title>
		<description>I have pushed for something extreme, made it clear during the week that I want to be pushed again, tested maybe…

He puts the pvc straightjacket on me, I slide my arms in and feel its captive coolness, he fastens all the little straps and buckles that will hold me irrevocably ...</description>
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