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| I am a professional Dominatrix with 3 years experience looking for new clients. I have very few limits (anything illegal, anything children or infantilism related, diapers/scat/etc, & bestiality, & true intercourse) and am here to fulfill your deepest, darkest desire for a standard fee based on time All toys you want me to use on you are supplied by you. Tithes/tributes are not necessary or expected. Everything must be done in a safe & sane environment. Spotters are accepted, or can be provided if required. Aftercare is included unless otherwise arranged.
Email/message with any questions.
**At this time, looking for online or phone only. Must have cam/mic for online sessions. **
Not just everyone can give you that pleasure. Slake that craving that you have, deep inside. A person may be able to hold you down, rough you up a bit, but the feeling you can get from a true Mistress is unexplainable. You can't tell anyone about this craving, this need to be dominated, humiliated, brought to the edge between pleasure and torture. The anticipation in not knowing if perhaps this will be the time that She doesn't listen to your pleas, your safety words, and does everything that She wishes, without any thought to you.
She's asked you to wait, kneeling, and blindfolded. It was only moments before She was supposed to arrive to find you waiting naked for her, but She hadn't come yet. Would she show? What should you do? If you move you will be punished, but what if she doesn't come?
The sound of the door opening is loud in the silent room. You dare not make a sound. What if it is not She? You strain, harder and harder to hear what is going on, but you can't. Muffled footsteps slowly make their way to you, but they don't sound like Her footsteps. Could it be someone else? What if someone you know had come over unexpectedly? What would they say if they found you like this? Kneeling naked by the door, blindfolded, with a gag just waiting to be used around your neck.
What should you do?
A breath on your ear has you tensing. When had they gotten behind you? What if it wasn't Her but robbers? What if they were going to take advantage of you and there was nothing you could do about it? And there was nothing you could do. If She found out you have moved, or made a sound from what She demanded you would pay dearly.
Your gag is suddenly shoved in your mouth, tightened quickly and efficiently. Surely it must be her. Only She would know how to use your toys this well, right? The saliva begins to build within your mouth and you swallow convulsively against the large ball. It was too big, you had said before, too big for your mouth, so She had gotten an even bigger one, this one.
A brush of something- rope?- against your arms. It can't be Her. She never uses real rope, only handcuffs. But what can you do? By now whoever it was had your hands bound behind you, the roughness of the rope sending shivers up your arms and along your body.
The excess rope is trailed along the split in your ass, the rough ends abrading your cheeks. Over and over again, in the same place, leaving a lightly raw feeling and then... nothing. The rope sways down against the back of your thighs as you strain to hear, to feel, even to see though you know it is impossible. What is going on? What can you do?
Suddenly you are shoved face first, ass up, into the carpet, with no hands to catch you. Those hands are too busy reigning blows upon your delicate ass. Smack after smack after smack, until the soft rubs usually used to sooth are even more pain. The only relief being that you know the feel of these hands, the relief that it is not your friends, your family having found you this way being your only salvation through the pain. Smack, smack, smack. More and more until you feel you can no longer take any more. And then nothing.
It's unbearable, with the ball in your mouth, your ass on fire, but you daren't move. It will only get worse if you move.
A hand in your hair, pulling your head back, raising your body with just your hair, has you whimpering, the sudden movement and consequential sound a mere reaction. But you know She has heard you. You know you have broken the rules.
"My pet," the lightest whisper of sound having you shiver. Her voice always held those dark promises of pain, and sex, and pleasure. "You have broken the rules."
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