They locked themselves together in a physical and emotional bondage, their darkest pleasures no longer secrets between them; they mirror each other’s desires. She wears my collar and feels privileged as do I, to own her. She drifts into subspace to get lost in the “good pain”, for hours on end with conflict and climax. To feel her desire to be owned, belonging to my bondage again, all of this just to know her completely.
I seek to find her precious threshold, from torment to pleasure, she hands me my rope as she gazes at me with desire. Her sweet suffering as she is spread apart by tight knots biting into her skin. There is no resistance as I look at her helpless and so wet with desire that’s flowing. She is free from the world, so I end her turmoil with one wet kiss, and I force her to explore. She parts her lips and opens her eyes not to hide any emotion.
She offers me her flesh with slight resistance in her eyes, just enough to arouse me. She always keeps my riding crop in plain sight, and the candles lit. She is always properly undressed with corset and high heels that thrust her body into position. My excess of pleasure has become her world, she awaits my stern command and in a soft way she knows pain is yet to come. Her desire gives me strength to love again and I thank her for being my only true gift in life.
I living in Bodega Bay. I'm interested in meeting a woman submissive or dominant, all women are feminine by nature..t
