Weeks pass, interfering with our time. Life’s tasks, concerns and obligations steal our moments, but slave wonders if Mistress conspired with the universe to intensify our joint desire and hunger… Even with a commanded daily release, slave’s spirit longed for Your pain, pleasure and bliss. A quick preparation and You were here, claiming Your body… each strike embedding You upon surrendered flesh. Clamped, plugged and taken to the edge, craving the whirl of endorphins rushing and consuming Your wanton slut. You wanted Your slave tender and stingy, whispering a whimpered cry to her Sadistic Queen. slave overcome by evil Hitachi hears, “Come little one, until you are empty!” Breath barely caught, You inflicted blows upon raw, clamped breast feasting upon Your greedy slut. Sharing a thundering release with You after another clawed and frenzied pounding, slave is well used and grinning ear to ear. Feeling You deeply, she is still plugged and once again clamped for You. ~~ Your devoted little one 💜
Kissing… oh, the joys of feeling our lips in concert! Mmmmm 💜
Your emotional Dominance thrills slave so… lurking so near the surface Your lust prowls with quiet urgency.
Mistress’s words seduce and lull her slave… pain’s promise so enticing it kidnaps breath, leaving a panting puddle in its wake.
Yearning to be Your treasure… pleasure taken as cries echo, singing a melody only Mistress can hear.
Kneeling at Your feet… slut’s quivering form awaits Your caress.
Will You brand the flesh of Your lusty slave
Leather imparting crimson fire
Or frenzied palm striking feminine curves
Your variegated bruise and wrinkled nipple
Proud mementos of Your desire for
Each blow sears
Your sadistic need
Deeper into eager skin
Tattooing through layers
Permeating slave’s soul
An additional offering from slave to Mistress, knowing how very much we do indeed, feel. 💜
Your fingers are electric as they encase the property You own with thick, scratchy rope. Each wrap sends sparks of desire through the wanton slutty body You adorn. Once finished, will You place me in front of the windowed wall as a gift to urban passersby, granting them the forbidden temptation of lewd fantasties on their way to a mundane workday? So horny that they can’t even think, much less act coherently after they pass Your taunting exhibit?
It’s a reblog of a reblog, but it’s spot on, Mistress… 💜
Dissimilar details, but the feelings are just so…. familiar. Beginnings, especially those unexpected, are both scary and exhilarating. 💜
It’s been almost exactly two months to the day since I’ve written here. The last thing that I wrote about was nearly self-releasing due to my Master and I having little to no time for Our D/s relationship…if You could see me giggling, you’d be relieved I think. A lot has happened between Master and I, in Our relationship as well as outside of it. Our D/s is certainly no longer lacking.
Late August…so since then Our Fall/School schedule has come into effect and with that, Master and I have more time to Ourselves to devote to Us and Our own personal interests. Master has taken me to several dance lessons where We are improving Our Lead/Follow which, in turn, drastically helps Our dynamic. We have been able to have multiple scenes, Master taking His time to patiently hone His skills in my pain/bondage/orgasm control training. He messages me daily, constantly…
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