Mistress, stop pouring the pleasant scented liquid down my body. I could feel when she stepped away from me. It was instinct that I moved toward that direction.
The room was eerily silent apart from my breathing.
“WAP”
Every nerve in my body was on alert. Was I supposed to get up and remove the mask to see what was happening, or was I supposed to stay
“WAP”
The sound was coming closer and louder. Was it the crop? Or was it the rod? Then silence once more.
This is pushing me. I need sound, I need it to be dark. I need….
I jump when I feel something lightly dusting my skin. I was trembling. What does she see in me? What does she think?
Once more, silence. That was when I completely broke. Out of nowhere, I felt….
“Oh, mistress, mistress, please. I cannot continue. I want to please you.”
“Take off the blind fold and look at me.”
I didn’t want to. She will see what my eyes will reveal.
“Do as I say”
With uncertainty, I took off the blind to see a fork.
“What did you think this was?”
I felt ashamed to tell her.
“You wanted to know how it felt to be deprived of sound and to feel completely exposed to me. Yet you still feel as though I would hurt you. Do you not trust me?”
Why couldn’t I speak?
“You trust me to get you where you need to be as long as you have a semblance of control. I removed your control.”
“I am sorry, Mistress.”
“So am I. Please rise, get dressed, and leave.”
It's over. I have failed..
“Wait for my call.” She said as she left the room.
There it was. She proved a point that I had vehemently denied. I did not trust my mistress not to hurt me.
I hadn't heard from her for two weeks. At this time, I did some internal searching, and realization dawned.
(I will let you think of what he realized. I hope you enjoyed the bright room. Trust is the foundation to all of this.)
Mistress F