Object of Desire 10

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She was his now. Lost. Given over. *Sayuri0San had no will to leave, no desire to stop. When he tenderly removed her gag she could only sigh, and she winced, almost imperceptibly, with disappointment as he untied her wrists and ankles. It seemed like hour-minute-day-seconds, and yet she wanted nothing but to be where she was.....

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Again, I wish I could write. I think the image tells a good story though.


Is this blending of images any better? I'm open to criticism.

Edit: Played with the transparency a bit.