The end of the world was a great day. I enjoy the handiwork of my partner, as she inflicted suffering on our toy before submitting to our ministrations.

It's such a pleasure to watch tears of pleasure stream down a woman's face as you do nothing but press her earlobe with your fingers.

Sometimes, when you can't sleep, you find peace knowing that she can't rest either.

I remember your gaze, shy, nervous, the slight tremble of your lip with the hope that you could please Me, that you had been able to understand My directions, your body radiating desire. I remember the nearly secret smile on your lips when you saw that I found you beautiful.

Working with some new rope. Although it's a slightly messy technique, it's fun when rigging to pull the rope through a bit too fast so that the rope end whips against my partner's skin. A nice fillip to add to the process.