She thought to herself

My knees were numb as I sat on the floor. I could feel the coldness on the floor as my pussy pulses with my naked body against the floor. My blindfold is pulled off one eye. My breathing deepens as he comes closer to me. I slam my eyes shut and I vower to the ground. He ties up my hands and my ankles, I can't move. I'm scared...  What will he do to me? Just then I feel a bucket of cold water splash up against my chest. I tell out a Yelp of help... He unrolls the duct tape and covers my mouth. Oh my God I'm gonna die... He drags me by my hair to the next room. He tells out! Come on bitch! I can only be still and not move, it's ok, I'm ok... I'm ok..... 

He walks to the corner of the room and opens a door, I hear the crackle of electricity as he tests out a zap stick. He comes near my body, I don't hear his words, but feel him moving around me as if he were hunting me. He stops before me. He snaps the stick again, but this time he touches it to my nipples who are clamped up tight. It gives a burning hot feeling with a surprise jump through my whole body. I let out a Yelp, I struggle to move, the restraint is so tight I can't sit up. How do I get up with no feeling in my legs? Could I run away? No I couldn't. As soon as I make it to my feet I could run. The pain is felt in my finger nails, a strong burning sensation. A feeling you compare to putting a hot stove to the bottom of your hand. My heart is racing as he circles and touches my bare skin for his pleasure. Each time I let out a small cry, trying to not show emotions to him. Maybe he will decide to leave me alone when he's done torturing me.

 
Can I be me in a world that looks down on my choices to give someone her full attention, to fulfill these whorish thoughts she imagines in her head. Can she be an independent woman and work where she is needed to be the leader. However in her off time she wants to care, and enjoy day to day interactions with this person. She gets her fulfillments by bringing him joy. She is excited about this new found journey she is on where her imagination is fed, and cared for. I hope you enjoy my ramblings. ?

My knees were numb as I sat on the floor. I could feel the coldness on the floor as my pussy pulses with my naked body against the floor. My blindfold is pulled off one eye. My breathing deepens as he comes closer to me. I slam my eyes shut and I vower to the ground. He ties up my hands and my ankles, I can't move. I'm scared...  What will he do to me? Just then I feel a bucket of cold water splash up against my chest. I tell out a Yelp of help... He unrolls the duct tape and covers my mouth. Oh my God I'm gonna die... He drags me by my hair to the next room. He tells out! Come on bitch! I can only be still and not move, it's ok, I'm ok... I'm ok..... 

He walks to the corner of the room and opens a door, I hear the crackle of electricity as he tests out a zap stick. He comes near my body, I don't hear his words, but feel him moving around me as if he were hunting me. He stops before me. He snaps the stick again, but this time he touches it to my nipples who are clamped up tight. It gives a burning hot feeling with a surprise jump through my whole body. I let out a Yelp, I struggle to move, the restraint is so tight I can't sit up. How do I get up with no feeling in my legs? Could I run away? No I couldn't. As soon as I make it to my feet I could run. The pain is felt in my finger nails, a strong burning sensation. A feeling you compare to putting a hot stove to the bottom of your hand. My heart is racing as he circles and touches my bare skin for his pleasure. Each time I let out a small cry, trying to not show emotions to him. Maybe he will decide to leave me alone when he's done torturing me.

"I feel his strong hand grab me by the hair and pull me forward onto my face, my tormented nipples brushing the cold, slab floor. My arms extend out above my head, my wrist and ankles still bound. His hand roughly grabs my inner thigh, lifting my hips so that I’m on my numb knees, exposing my openings. I hear him charge the wand, fingering its button and can feel the static charge less than an inch from my wet lips. My body tries to jump forward yet I find a strong hand grip my hip and hold me in place. I am both terrified and in the same breathless moment turned on . . . torn between my two emotions: Flee or submit. I hear in my ear his course whisper, “Which shall I take first? And how shall it be done?” As his fingers gently toy my two exposed entrances. Fear wells within me as I realize I won’t just be tortured and I am in for a long, painful night.” 💜💋

To be continued....

What shall happen next? Leave a comment and I'll add it in to the next part. It's turning me on knowing your reading this! So when you reply back, I'll let out a Yelp for you.  Thank you to the first cutie who read it, and got some whimpers out if me. Your appreciated, and 💋.   🎀💋🎀

Come to me, feel your way. Do not speak, there is nothing to say. Just breathe, find your souls desire. Now relax, I'll fill your body with fire. Find sensuality and Passion. Feel the emotion of lust rush in. Exotic fantasies take over your mind. For I have an appetite of a different kind. I don't think I've ever felt this way. Call my name, I'll come to you when you say. Bodies begging, pleading, needing release. Cravings, hungers, needs that will not cease. Erotic lusts and passions fill the air. Limitations and boundries forgotten without a care. Let me show your senses what Animal Insinct can be. Seduction is power, a power that lies inside of me.

Only he can find that treasure so deep inside of me.... Mmmmmmmm

🎀💋🎀 Xoxo

Be yourself, get consent, negotiate, respect others, and play away. It seems so much of a challenge lately. I don't get it. 

Working from home sucks...  lol... 🎀💋🎀

He decided he didn't need her. He decided on change. He was trying not to hurt her by the lies he would create telling her he loved her. Why do people think they can tell you they love you and the world is right again? It's not that at all. Love means-

an intense feeling of deep affection.

Innocence in giving your heart, your desires, your wants to a person knowing they will protect that love and protecting the unity between those people. Trusting they will lead you to water when your thirsty, one who covers you from the sun. Honoring in a sense you will be happy with this person.

When you mix BDSM with love together, you get the best of both worlds. What you didn't realize was he will not be satisfied with you, he will always want more. He will seek what he wants and he will hide things thinking it's protecting you. Does it really protect you? Having two lives mixed together is my desire. Living with someone 24/7 is a dream, but if there is no trust, honesty, consent, and love, it is not for me any longer. 

Bdsm for me is a freedom to be who I want to be. I can say if I can't have both worlds in my connection to submission I will not be fulfilled. I will no longer stay content.

I am a special gift, I'm still innocent, but I have found what I want in my journey of exploration. It's a power to educate yourself. It's a power to change body, mind, and soul. It's not a cheap chat, late at night when your cock is hard. It's not a hotel sleep over where your not respected, it's a love, a power, a mind stimulation you share with someone. Letting them know the real you and seeing if they can handle you as you are. If they cannot, it's not your love your handing them, it's a hotel key left on the table as you notice he left before you. You are special, what you have to give no matter your size must be earned, not given to just anyone, at anytime, to fulfill his itch. You hold the power until you hand it over. Respect the lifestyle, communicate your needs, negotiate your limits, and present yourself to him or her, when those goals have been met. Not a moment before. 🎀💋🎀

He came into my mind and he rested there, his body tired of running. He needed shelter and comfort. She sat him down in a soft chair, got him a refreshing drink, and removed his shoes. She was slowly removing one piece at a time. His sock, she slowly removes as she lay in next to his feet. She runs one hand down his foot as if she welcomed his foot with fresh air. She continues until both socks and shoes are removed. She massaged his aching feet. Enjoying every moment she could cater to him. He watches down at her, adoring every moment she had with him. She was happy to lay down at his feet, he rested his achy, sore feet on my hip. He comforts himself using her body as a stool. He falls fast asleep..  she thinks to herself, him being there, in that moment, she was fulfilled. 🎀💋🎀

Every action has a reaction. How you react to things shows loud actions. Then your reaction were watched, It means something, not just letters on white paper. There is meaning in her eyes, step in her actions, her thoughts. She's learning, evolving, learning what's ok and what's not. To say it's a scary world is an understatement. 

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