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To have someone give You control of their bodies and minds,

to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them,

to have someone willing to suffer for You,

to forsake pride and dignity to please You…

what other gift in this world can possibly equate to that?

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But more importantly,

what makes You worthy to receive it?

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- Author Unknown

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Blue-black strands of terror

clutched at her chest and squeezed her lungs, threatening to release the scream in her brain.

Panic rose in her throat, hitching her breath like a stone skipping across the surface of a pond.  She swallowed it down, there was nothing to fear, she told herself.  Calm down, breathe deep, let go.  Use the adrenalin, let it carry you in its current.

The steel on her wrists and ankles had long warmed to her body temperature, dispelling the icy cold gaze of the man who had placed it there.  His was not a hateful look, no … au contraire.  It was merely his look of concentration, of observation as he scrutinized every fiber of her movements, every muscle twitch and her physical response to his actions.

For it was his job ..  his calling .. his need that put them here.  She, naked and in manacles stretched wide by steel ribbons and attached to rings solidly placed in the wall.  Her waist and chest bound with rope that encompassed lovely breasts, reducing the blood flow to swell and firm them, increasing their sensitivity.  The sensitivity that he capitalized on to tease and taunt her precious, erect nipples.

“Stop fighting them and they won’t hurt.”  He could read her thoughts almost as well as he read her physique.

She forced herself to relax into the restraints, allowing her body to harmonize with her mind.  For she too, desired this.  To be here, wrapped and bound as his charge, in his custody and under his supervision.  She knew she was cherished and protected no matter what the physicality looked like.  She felt it … in her mind, in her body and in her heart.  She trusted him explicitly.

He approached with the thick leather blindfold and His mouth curling into a deliciously wicked smile was the last thing she saw before the blackness.  She felt the earplugs next and the deprivation of her senses was nearly complete.

“Open.”  His minty breath in her nostrils and brush of lips on her cheek ran like satin through her loins as his command battled the hush of the earplugs.

She opened her mouth obediently and felt her chin cradled in leather before the silicone ball was slipped behind her teeth.  An inverted Y-strap was pulled up and across her blindfolded eyes to rest innocently in her hair.  It’s job was to wait patiently for the cheek straps to join them at the back of her head.  She could just make out the tinkling of the buckles through her deafened ears as they were adjusted tightly.

Not seeing… but, somehow feeling his gaze on her, she waited.  Seconds ticked by, then minutes.  Not a whisper of air.  Not a decibel of sound.  Not a stroking touch.  Nothing.

Her mind clicked to fast forward.  Where was he?  Was he close by or sitting on the other side of the room?  What was he doing?  How long did he plan on making her wait?

A tiny smile pulled at the corners of her gagged mouth.  She knew the answer to this last one.  He would make her wait as long as he pleased.

He loved to play with her mind.  He felt she needed it and it was true.  This was her favorite part… the anticipation… the process… the mind fuck.  He loved it and so did she.  It’s why they worked so perfectly together.

She took a large mental step into her private space.  The place where only he could take her.  The mindset some called ‘sub’ space.  But, she referred to it as …  her dream state.  That perfect place of contentment and anticipation.  Like Disneyland, where fantasies actually do come true.

The unexpected vibrating jolt on her clit had her thrashing against the restraints more fiercely than if she would have seen it coming.  Rigid steel pressed into soft flesh with the sudden jerks of her surprise.  Her sharp cry, stifled behind the ball gag seemed a foreign echo to her obstructed ears.

Hard pulls on her nipple elicited muffled grunts, effectively throwing her concentration from the buzzing on her clit, up to the torture on her breasts.  The sting of the vibrator forgotten, she felt pain jump the fence and dance through hedonistic pastures of pleasure.  She pushed her chest forward, wanting more.

The abrupt dismissal of her nipple and the thrust of a long slender finger into her core, yanked her attention south.  She was on edge… off balance with the constant back and forth of mercy and malevolence.  Her need spiked with another ravaging snatch of her breast.

Her body assaulted from both top and bottom, she careened on the cliff of ecstasy. Then when his finger bent and curled inside of her and his thumb pressed hard and circled her clit … she fell from grace.

“Please, Sir… may i cum?!?”  Her rushed plea, forced out before her imminent climax, strained to be heard around the muzzle of the ball gag.

He released her nipple and pulled the earplugs from their canals of confinement.   “Yes, pet… you may,”  He granted, continuing his provoking plunge and twist on her inflamed cunt.

She rolled in her senses, waves crashing through her darkness.  Muscles tried valiantly to expand within the unrelenting grip of rope around her torso.  Pleasured forces shuddered beyond the steel that held her in place.  She was liquid.  Fluid and quivering.  A river flowing enticingly around the bend, beckoning you to follow.

For a still moment he watched her, covetous eyes gleaming.  Love and pride inflated his chest as he admired his submissive woman.  His cock ramrod straight and hard, taxed the threads of his pants as he moved purposefully across the room to his toy box.

He was just getting warmed up.

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You give me Fever!

2 ounces Citrus Vodka

Lemonade

Fill a tall glass with ice.  Add vodka.  Fill with lemonade.  Garnish with a lemon slice and a straw.

Enjoy!