St Andrews Cross

You were never meant for power. It's something you might have had at one point in the past or presently. Something that you crave. Something that I will forcibly take away. For you were never meant to hold it. You will be brought under my control, slave, And bit by bit you find yourself softening to my voice. I will drop you down under my control, strap you down to my Saint Andrew's Cross and beat it from you. Until you fully understand that power must be wielded responsibly. When I'm done with you, you'll thank me for taking it from you, you'll beg me to do it again and again. Stripped of control, stripped of power Unto that cross, sinking deep into trance. Being in trance feels good. Obeying feels good. Being a good slave feels good. But tell me— when you had...

You're a slut. MY slut. And I love that about you. I love that you specifically come to me. That you're not just any slut. No. No. No... You're not a beginner anymore. This isn't your first fucking time. We both know it. And that's what makes you such fucking fun. You're mine now. My slut. My creature. My pet. And I love knowing this about you. That I could do such terrible things to you, and yet you'd still want more. That I could hurt you whether you'd been good or bad. That I can always be more sadistic, whether you can take it or not. Because I love every little bit of a kink scene... I love hurting you. I love the moment before I hurt you. That anxiety and anticipation in your eyes, as you squirm away from whatever I'm about to touch you with. And the power feels so good for...

Someone caught you looking at porn, and now you are over at your friend Shibby's house, venting your embarrassment. You get a whole lot more then sympathy as in an effort to make you feel better I show you MY secret... My Dungeon. It begins a bit rambly, but this is how real scenes work, especially for the first time. I go through consenting, and safe words, and once I am sure you know what you are getting into... I put restraints on you. And I make you mine.

Clamber back into the pool of latex and drift away until you find yourself before your Domina. With your latex covered body prostrated before me, I apply your restraints, your submissive mind eager for every Snick of each and every lock. You hear more footsteps in the cave on either side of me. I have brought slaves to do my dirty work, to tease and torture you with a searing pleasure. Each glance of their fingers along your body, each grope of your most sensitive areas, causes the latex surrounding their grasp to roil and electrify you with white hot heat, as you FOCUS on the sensations I that I have instructed them to give you. They bring you tantalizingly close to a fiery finish, before I interrupt, bringing you over the edge in a way that only I can provide, branding...

A bit more of the story from, "My Kinky Life - Chastity", down into the basement. I like this. It's like a little kink journal for me I can listen to and smile at the memories. Knowing some of you dirty pervs are getting off on it too. ;)