Gather the Stars
She promised she would reach into the night sky and without fear or trepidation gather the stars for their amusement.
He said He would tremble in anticipation of her bequests. That every syllable would be listened to. Revered. Obeyed.
She recalls how with stockinged feet she would gently massage his glistening hard cock until his need weeped for release
He once spoke to her of his furtive desires almost hypnotised by her gentle joy at the more depraved of his appetite
She reached for him once and he was there waiting.
In the darkness He lowered his head in pain. She was there softly brushing a tear away.
Whips. Floggers. Pinwheels. Knives. Ropes and Leashes were fundamental to their relationship dancing alongside candyfloss, summer cokctails. fairgound rides. french cinema and good conversation.
The fucking rod propelled deeper into his anus as he tugged on the tethers that bound him to the prison stockade. Fuck that he thought and immediately remained still, His anus still raw from his usual morning fucking from Mistress.
She thought of him downstairs in the dungeon and how he would be trying hard not to fidget. He truly hated that fucking rod!. She Laughed and thought how funny it would be if she tiiptoed in quietly and pushed it right up deep in him....How he would squeal!! Just like that little piggy fat boy in Delieverance....squeal little piggy...she laughed once more then returned her attention to the laptop. All thoughts of fucking rods and dungeons gone. Him included.
He hated this bloody blindfold as well! it didnt add suspense! Why did all Dominant women think so? FFS men are visual animals they want to see your tits and cunt not imagine them behind the thick itchy blackness!. Goddamn he was getting irritated he wanted to see around their new dungeon. They had just finished it last week. Well he had. Mistress as usual dictated and pointed at things, while he , well he did all the menial heavy lifting work. As it should be yeah yeah but he smiled remembering the fun they had later drinking champagne. They had sprawled on velvet over sized cushions side by side, holding hands looking up together into the starry night.
I promised you the stars she said. He kissed her in response.
She looked once more. She loved him. She truly did. He adored her as he said he would.
He wondered if she would be coming down this evening. All he had ever wanted she gave him.
She logged in. New name. New Avator. Oh the thrill of it all. Let the games begin.
He yawned. As he had done for a few months now.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
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