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It starts in your belly. The thick sweet tension. The desire. It spreads in a warm wave throughout your body until you’re sick with it. Your head spins, your mouth is dry, your tongue, surely, twice it’s normal size. Your heart is in your throat. You want the feeling to stop but even as you tell yourself this you know you’ll do anything to have it continue. Anything.
You’re on your knees before me. I lower my leather-gloved hand close to your face for you to kiss. The scent of the warm leather just adds to the tension. The tension that’s building inside until you feel you’ll burst. You kiss, inhale. I pat your head with my gloved hand. A sharp thread of joy runs through the desire. Under your breath – pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. What do you beg for? For me to stop? Or to continue? All you know is that you must have release. You hear me laughing softly, the sound of my cane slicing the air and your stomach turns over. It feels as though a thousand butterflies have just been released inside you. Butterflies that sting like bees. The pleading becomes sobbing as the first blow is struck. At last! All the feelings coalesce into a burning, throbbing ball in the pit of your stomach. I strike again and again at your exposed buttocks. You know how the stripes please me and your mind takes a step beyond sexual hunger and suddenly it’s all too much – too overpowering. The heat, the music, the perfume, the flickering candlelight, the pain. Your Mistress knows this. I stoop to kiss the raised welts. A kiss, a blow, a kiss, a blow. Which is more exquisite – the kiss or the blow? Which tortures your senses more? The sensations mingle – you can’t tell them apart. And finally, finally at a touch from my hand, the release! And all the burning, tearing, biting confusion inside you is gone. I take you in my arms and all passion is spent. There’s only stillness. The room has become a warm dark sanctuary – a world where only you and I live. A world of secrets. A world where words are seldom spoken. You feel my heart beat and feel yours match the rhythm – and you turn your face towards me…
“Embrace the night
don’t let me go
whispering ‘tomorrow, tomorrow’
to times gone by
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Empress Catherine
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i think i need a ciggie and a change of boxers
after hearing this !!!!!
MsCatherine you are a cross between aphrodite and helen of troy…your picture has launched a 1000 subs
Lady Catherine,
“The sensations mingle – you can’t tell them apart.”
That is the perfect scenario – the mind and body are really at a higher plane of consciousness.
It is this place where it is sanctuary – a special place…
“The room has become a warm dark sanctuary – a world where only you and I live. A world of secrets.”
It’s the floating feeling that separates us when we enter this world. Thank You, for Your words and voice here – a thousand subs indeed and changes of boxers – no, panties.