Sunday, January 1, 2012

January 1, 2012


A dream of desire--

It is not for everyone.

It takes a special kind of understanding and trust.

A sense of adventure.

A mutuality of desires.

To have your wrists and ankles so tightly bound, you can topple over.

The rope will cut into your flesh as you fight it.

You will fight it.

It will leave it's mark.

I have gone out the next morning and been asked "Why are there rope burns on your wrists?"

What she did not see: I also wore dried cum on my face and had bruised bite marks on my tits.

Will this one be brave enough to not only bear the pain, but to wear it in public?

She is the follower.

He is in control.

Her mouth, her throat, her tits, her cunt are all lifted and exposed to him, so he may do as he wishes.

He stands above her and tells her what he is going to be doing to her. There is--anticipation.

She has been warned previously.

She does not want to fail.

Will she hold his cock in her mouth and not suck?

What is she thinking, being hoisted up and exposed?

I will tell you.

The master must remain dominant.

The spell cannot be broken.

She will obey.

She will not suck.

I passed the test.

So shall she.

Raise up the slut.

Lift her into sexual escape.

Soar into fantasy and flights of higher desire.

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