It’s lying here in a pile, along with the heavy steel connectors. You know i can take it out on a whim and stroke it, imagining You weaving and tightening each color around the body You own and use at Your will. Closing my eyes, i can feel the urgency in Your craftsmanship, Your breath hot upon my neck as You knot with molasses-like slowness. You are savoring each twist as i drip, whimper and begin to beg and plead for You to complete the binding. Your devouring kiss silences me as Your whip punishes, returning me to proper focus, YOU!
How i crave the power of Your psychological Domination, most honored Mistress. 💜