After sharing https://darkfetishnet.com/index.php/blogs/4616/934/my-beautiful-victim , someone asked "What does your spotter look like?", and so I found this lovely picture.
Denny Lovely Sionda, I write my little comments based on the image I see and what bubbles up from my dark imagination as I’m viewing it. As you may, or might not know from reading my profile, my particular “Dark Fetish” is for scarves, the women wearing... moreLovely Sionda, I write my little comments based on the image I see and what bubbles up from my dark imagination as I’m viewing it. As you may, or might not know from reading my profile, my particular “Dark Fetish” is for scarves, the women wearing them and my own favorite, alternative, use for said scarf. When ever possible, I like to include the name of the person posting the image as either the victim or the perpetrator, in an (obviously misguided) effort to make my comments a little more personable.
I did read your profile, before I perused your photo collection and, unfortunately for me, I didn’t find any reason to think you would object. Obviously, I was wrong. Not to worry, I had no wish to offend your sensibilities. Going forward, I will studiously avoid offending you any further! less
Denny Sionda was so focused on her target that she didn’t hear me silently creeping up behind her. With a quick hop I straddled her amazing ass, reached over her shoulders and grabbed the tails of her Palestinian style scarf. In a lightning fast move that... moreSionda was so focused on her target that she didn’t hear me silently creeping up behind her. With a quick hop I straddled her amazing ass, reached over her shoulders and grabbed the tails of her Palestinian style scarf. In a lightning fast move that scarf was yanked so viciously tight across her throat, she couldn’t even scream or cry out. Rearing back and lifting her head and chest off the ground, I was able to put her down quickly. After zip tying her into immobility, I forced a large rubber ball into her mouth, rocking it up and down until it popped between her teeth. Multiple tight wraps of tape, followed by pulling her scarf over her mouth and nose, insured she was remain silent enough, while I carried and delivered her to the woman she was about to murder.
Knowing that woman, as I do, I was quite sure that the sniper scourge, known as Sionda, would soon wish that I had killed, rather than, capture her! less
