tonight, my slavery has almost overwhelmed me. i crave to be at the mercy of His whip. i crave to be at the mercy of His strong hands that holds the leash. i crave to be at the mercy of all of His wicked thoughts. tonight i crave to feel His open palm against my soft, tender flesh. i wish....i should've....maybe i need to.....No!
i lay here and allow my thoughts to take me back when.....i was bound by the chains...bound by the spreader bar...bound by His gaze upon me....i was hypnotized by the need to feel that whip strike against my inner thigh....sometimes it would strike my most private sensitive area and my body would buck against the strip of material...the sting would intensify the need to feel it again against my clit...just enough to make the whimpers come..the begging and then the tears....i hate the tears..i hate the moment that enough tears gather and the first one rolls down my cheek. There, that place, the battle is lost and i begin to fall into oblivion...that space place.
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