Will you choose to bind her arms and legs, rob her of sight, and force absolute focus to be on you and you alone? The scent of your cologne lingering on her senses, only the sounds of her own desperate breathing can be heard.
The girl begs, what would please you this night, Master?
Will you choose to toy with the girl bound before you, demonstrate your superior strength with each pinch, slap, grab, and strike? Demand that the body jumps through figurative hoops for your amusement? The girl fights her bonds frantic to avoid contact as you break down walls with each lash of your tool. Your laughter and taunting fill her head as tears flow beneath the blindfold, the girl submitting her body to your administrations as you guide her to that place of emotional peace.
The girl begs, what would please you this night, Master?
Will you choose to tease the girl who lies before you, illustrate your control over her responses? Rouse rosey flesh to a tightened bud, transform painful whimpering to needful pants, lure bound limbs to struggle, arching the body to meet the touch it once tried to flee. Release her modesty with each caress, flick of tongue, and brush of lips as you use the girl in anyway you desire... until finally the girl wears your delight on her torso as a badge of her service to you.
The girl begs, what would please you this night, Master?
The girl can’t even begin to describe how a body aches for you. A fire beneath the skin flames out of control, kindled by thoughts of your control, your desires, and her service to complete those acts. Lying here alone, meditations draw the girl to a kneel... body bare before you, vulnerable flesh longs for your attention, head echoes in absolute silence because she has stilled her lungs in anticipation.
The girl begs... Please, Master; please... let it be me.
But tonight... your choice is to truly torture me. Lying here, tossing and turning in a lonely bed with only the sound of my own solitary movements. The very softness of a mattress and pillows mocking each shift I take as sleep escapes me. Greedy imagination pictures a hundred ways I may offer my service to you, yet a meek heart whispers that I obey your silent command. So I will lay here, Master, need boiling within, as your absence requires...
Yes Master, as it would please you this night.
"I exist for you," she said, "and it is what I want, to please and serve you." She was much in love. She wanted to give all of herself to him, irreservedly, to hold nothing back, to live for him, and, if necessary, to die for him. It is the way of the female in love, for whom no service is too small, no sacrifice too great, offering herself selflessly as an oblation to the master." ~ Magicians of Gor
2 comments:
I love this picture.It brings my need to own one fully awake, I can feel her need to give herself to one and desire to posses her as my own. Her desire to please and to serve is overwhemling. To have her at my feet her head pulled back by her hair as it is wrapped around my fist staring deep and dark into her soft eyes letting her know that her need to surrender will be met soon enough and that she will find out all too soon how she be used for my pleasure, how she will serve me best on that given night.
These thoughts, this “picture” you have painted, as you know sis, I feel are so deep and so powerful ~ they are displayed with such vulnerability; openness and longing...absolutely beautiful...thank you for sharing...and letting her speak...love you
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