I have a scene in my mind. Like a shadow in the moonlight; so beautiful in it's contrast. Dark and light, duality at its finest. It grows in strength.
Dark blue, inky, deep as if it could swallow me in, thoes blankets tease me so. My mind wrapped in it's royal embrace, cool and calm. A promise of pure serenity.
His hands, hot and slightly abrasive on my smooth skin, the stimulation alone enough to cause my core to ignite, my breath to quicken and my heart rate to spike.
A blindfold. Even such an mundane thing as this, intentionally placed is a tool for sensations. Cutting my first sense; delicious deprivation.
I must focus on his words, not his touch...but his touch drives the deepest need in me, the need to be filled, the need to be nothing but pleasure; to exist in a state of being yet not. A cloud so delicate in the sunset, floating without a care in the world just allowing the gentle breeze to carry me.
Focus.
Cold and hard...something touched my right ribs.. startled by bite of a quick touch.. then on my thighs.. my neck..what is it..he teases my wonton body with?
Then a sting on my right breast; pain blooming from the place of impact, I cry out the pain consuming my body awakening every nerve ending. My blood pumps and rushes to the area making a beautiful red mark appear.
A work of art on my skin and you're the artist. I hear your breath hitch... I become even more aroused.
Your arousal makes me aroused; I can't help but let out a whimper of desire.
"Such a good girl, so paitent for me." His voice growls behind me.
Circling me.
His prey.
A rabbit caught in a snare, only willingly so.
What a deviant of a rabbit.
What a sadist this wolf.
Where will he strike next, his brush strokes his canvas; across my lower abdomen. I cry out again in beautiful agony. My tears fall from under the blindfold and I feel him still. His energy suddenly stopping it's swirl around me. I hitch my breath and bite my lip. Where is he.
Suddenly his hand grabs mine ripping it from the chair arms I had been griping and place it upon him; his shift struggles to get free from the denim confining it like the battering ram of mordor it stands firm and intimidating.
"This is how much I want you." he growls again into my ear.
His beard grazing my shoulder causing gooseflesh to erupt over my arm and my nipples to harden painfully.
He has yet to touch me how I want him to the most. I am in sweet agony.
Yet, I wait. Patiently.
His good girl.
His girl
His.
This scene I crave so badly.
Sir, please use this slave. Use her as she so deeply craves. She has been a good girl. She has been paitent. She has be brave.
Please bless her with your exquisite pain.
-Pandaish
