you are aware that the shackles on your wrists are cold....the air carressing private owned parts of your being are feeling the draft.... naked....more naked, deliciously so,.... more than you have ever been....a bit less comfortable than mentally warranted.....you are aware in the dark room..... i am, with endless patience of the eons...... you, wondering, waiting.....the wooden floor creaking....the smell of stone and mortar, the blinkling sound of the chain between itself and the wood. you are mine....at my leisure.....my quickness startles you! i am next to you, you heard nothing but felt dis-placement in the air...i'm next to your ear.....you see an outline of me, as my lips graze your ear, and you feel my tongue touches the inner edge of the spiral to the wondrous cave of where you hear, as gentle warm breath gives you goose bumps as my tongue traces to the back of the ridge.....then stops, i'm observing again.....my fangs sharp on my tongue....you smell leather...your mouth is ballgagged, eyes are to the side, straining to see me as the leather fills your nostrils, a cat-o-nine grazes your back, from your buttocks, tracing up your backside, slowly, moving in "S" curve like motions, swishing like tails up your back, now to the lower, to the middle, to the shoulderblades....and around your shoulders.....then back down again, a firm water-fall of leather to your buttocks again. a whirrring, then SSslaaaapp! the cat-o-nine perfectly contouring your a$$ to perfection to the snap where the curve meets the leg, you cry out and in unison the whirring stops with a snap again....i little higher up on the buttocks this time aaaaaaaAAAAHHHHH!!!! the cry, the same as the unison of the elevation on your arse as it cups higher, the delicious sting that you've waited for so longingly, the tears flow, as the warm heat of the fierce carress continues....you are mine, you serve me, my love, my charge, my heat, my lust. my lips touch yours, the little ridges blending with my ridges, for microsenses are acute in my dungeon, everything is about feeling, and experiencing....my fangs grazing your cheekbone, gently stabbing but not breaking skin, my tongue licking the side of your cheek, ending in a sucking quick kiss....whirring, the contour higher, mid-arse snap! you jump-squeal..........you..... almost ready to taste my hardness........me......ready to taste you at my leisure.........

No one has to tell me to take a shower after this.............I'm going !!!

thankyou bonnie

oh master of the dungeon

I salute you!!!

A dedicated sub

thankyou gossipmpm i need to refine it a bit...and ofcourse, make it more than a tid-bit, but it'll take time... i'm a flip, and never wrote Dom before....i'm liking this i find....

(((V)))
Please give me my breath back that I may enjoy another of these sweet encounters!

I could feel the snap and sense the darkness all around me but it was the feel of your soft touch that sent me reeling

You, Lurch's Sister and Tammy....hmmmm the mind does specutlate...

MzEm were this possible I would join him in it in a minute!

Vincent and I are friends...

I appreciate all types of writing that makes the imagination run rampant and the body react as if the topic were a truth being told. Vincent has a talent that I am in awe of and keeps me coming back for more... The depth and detail he lends to all of us to enjoy are simply amazing!!! IMHO