Cloaked and waiting.
Naked beneath jasmine-scented linens,
bound legs and arms stretched wide,
Pain rolls through my body with orgasmic shivers as companion.
Pale skin welted red from his ministrations and precise focus.
Footsteps echo in the room overhead.
Back and forth,
back and forth
Sweat drips down his brow from the efforts bestowed upon me.
With furrowed concentration, he plans the next phase of my
indoctrination into his service, his pleasure.
All I know is his footsteps have suddenly stopped.
I don’t see the lustful glint of power and sly smile,
nor do I know the wicked plan formed in his mind.
I tense in fearful anticipation paired with shivers of hope
knowing it will be a test of my limits in pain service and pleasure.
What has my Sir in store for me?
Then I sigh and relax knowing his ferocity is safe.
His ferocity will cover me and lead me into that peaceful, still space
where I hear only his breath and feel the penetration of his …
Silken tendrils fall.
Writhing rhythm quickens pace.
Molten lovers join.
Fragile waves of thought
Follow gentle stroking hot
Finding passion’s path
Silence, deafening, like the roar of an arriving subway train bouncing off walls of the underground terminal.
Bent over the His favorite chair, as ordered, in position.
Ready for Him.
He did it again.
Sir, serving me. Humbling.
My King, kneeling.
Flicks of pleasure send shivers
up and down my spine.
Goosebumps making my nipples
harder than usual.
Puckered. More sensitive.
His tongue teases and trains
my secret spots,
possessing what is His already.
Torment of sensation and pleasure.
Over and over He drives me
to the edge of orgasm.
Begging Him for the freedom of cumming.
I hear whispered against my flesh over and over again,
“Not yet, My pet, not yet.”
I feel His hand stroking my ass;
anticipation of His stinging slaps builds in me.
My cunt drips at the thought of His discipline..
Master knows how near the edge I am.
Master knows how to drive me over the edge.
His tongue buried in me.
His hands pinking up my willing ass.
Master responds to my continued begging pleas
with His talented tongue wildly possessing my body
and His hands slapping harder
“Count for Me, Pet. Thank Me.”
Frantic counting and thanking.
And then He says it.
Master releases me from the madness of this edge.
With a final flurry of ass-pinking slaps
and tongue fucking pleasure …
“You may cum.”
I soar free into ecstasy.
My mind and body overtaken with
His exquisite pleasuring.
“Thank You, Master,” is all I can say
over and over again as His tongue and hands
continue to take me higher and deeper into
this place crafted by His power and presence.