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CAPSULE FORTY-TWO

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Grooming. To pamper. To beautify. To tame. To condition. To beautifully obtain. What Riki hates most is having his nails clipped. Buckled in a leather chair at the front of the nail salon for all to stop and stare. The translucent keratin never has a chance to grow. It is meticulously lifted and trimmed and shaped, shorter and shorter and shorter to expose the sensitive nailbeds. Twenty cuticles are pushed back to reveal twenty crescent lunulae. There is always blood. Pain is the price for a majestic manicure and pedigree pedicure. Only perfection will do. The blood congeals and so tender are the pads of the fingers and tips of the toes that every step and every touch elicits a startled yelp. Clever clever Iason Mink. For when the Master fancies a fucking, His mongrel can neither run nor hit. Never never resist. And naturally the Master will insist on sucking each and every digit, slowly, feeding a feral fetish, the friction and pressure and heat of His wicked tongue inflaming such vulnerable nerves, drawing whimpers and mewls, His Lordship nailing His Riki to the bed having attacked each nailbed with the fearsome file and clippers.

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A/N: Hi guys. Thank you all so much for your wonderful feedback. It really is lovely to be back. Thank you for your warm welcomes and stirring reviews. I have a confession to make. Something I have been bottling up for long, long time. Would you like to know why it takes me forever to update? Well… I suffer from OCD. I've been suffering for a very long time. Apparent really since I was seventeen. Though I remember knocking wood as young as seven. A condition I am neither proud nor ashamed of. I am a perfectionist and I cannot shake it off. OCD interferes with my daily life. Rituals, habits, fears. A neverending loop of failing and meeting personal expectations. It is exhausting. Writing is my only outlet, but it is also a vice. Each one of these Capsules has been a personal accomplishment for me. Painstaking effort and proofreading over and over. My photographic memory knows there are no mistakes, but I check anyway to alleviate my worry, the proverbial 'what if'. I wonder if I'll later regret making this revelation. I wonder how you will react. Whether you find me fragile and cute, or a fucking freak. Patience is the best gift you can offer me. I am trying to make this story the best it can possibly be. I know I need to let go, breathe, say 'fuck it' and write with abandon. If I did that, this story would be finished in a heartbeat. Well, not quite, but certainly overnight. But the niggle inside me won't allow it, so you'll have to be patient, and wait for my creativity to peek and peak when the guard isn't watching and the words just flow. Thank you, my good friends. Hope this Capsule didn't disappoint. Olexia XXXXXXX

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