Posted by TwistedDragon on Tue 20 Nov 07, 8:10 PM to TwistedDragon's blog.
under me, radiating desire and passion, penetrated, impaled, compliant to my every whim she comes alive writhes with pleasure, kisses and stroking. 'A shift' she said afterwards, a shift into deeper feelings, warmth contentment, love, even depending.
Earlier she had been bound tightly to a chair, manipulated and rebound for my pleasure her nipple bars acting as anchors to the two elastic ropes attached to the door handle (fortunately (for her) no one entered the room) she was shaved, and dressed, and led to the bar, her labia rings threaded and tied tightly to her thighs so she was spread at all times - I thought about it alot as we sat amoung vanillas enjoying their Saturday evening. Resisting the temptation to rip off her skirt and show the world what a gorgeous submissive I owned (although the steel collar may have given that away to a few - there were a few stares) I led her back to the room where I sated my desires until it was time for us to part. Thats the real pleasure pain - the pleasure of togetherness and the pain of parting.
I know I have a beautiful slave, but she was never more beautiful than she was that night.
