In the moment and preserving the moment

Recently  i saw my two lovely lady friends who, despite my requests didn't take any pictures. The reason in each case was the same.  They were in the moment and so lost in it that they forgot.

This is good news as it means they're enjoying things. So much that stepping outside the moment would ruin it. It's also good as i dont like how i look and often see pictures and think, oh dear...

But then part of me wants to be captured in time and captured looking fabulous, or as close as my flesh can be to being fabulous with corsetry or rope or a tight all encompassing hood...

So i mourn a little that there is no souvenir to remember intense happiness. I mourn that there was an opportunity to sculpt and pose and squeeze me into something lovely and it was missed. Never mind.

All of this sighing and longing is filtered through the current prism of desired revenge and that i suffer for my temerity. It isn't brattishness but it feels right to suffer in these circumstances of offering feedback as it seems somehow ungrateful.

In this scenario of no picture, Miss makes sure i am as artfully constructed as possible to 'atone' for her 'mistake'. Though the lesson being learned is by me and not het.

The corset is retrieved from retirement and i am laced to maximum. I am dressed up and made to wear heels for my 'shoot'. Hooded with something horrible and wearing a posture collar i am balanced on my heels by having my collar tied to the ceiling - front and back. Arms locked back behind my back and tied to the collar too.

Swaying gently she manipulates my knoblet to get it as she wishes- purple and hard and then snaps away for posterity while my toes scream, my throat chokes and she chuckles aimiably about making sure she gets the pictures just right.

And being the sweet Miss she is, concludes the photo session with an oil based masturbation that has me screaming as i release and screaming as she grinds away on my hyper sensitive knoblet til i almost swoon and collapse. She helps me down to pool on the floor like my own emissions...

And to a long recovery on the bed after. In the bondage bag while she continues her project to inculcate an appreciation in me of her fine taste in music.

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