What no gravy? Dominatrix revenge part 3

So the last bit of gentle feedback i gave on a session was about kit and what gets brought and what gets forgot. This still pains me as with just a little thought and prep these things could be done right. When they aren't i can't help but feel unappreciated. I know it's not intended but it's how i feel.

Still, no good sense of grievance should be wasted as an opportunity to turn it on its head and show me who is really the boss.

Mistress turns up to the room and just bursts through the door startling me (she has got a spare key from reception).

I am told to strip. I make her a beverage and kneel by her side. She announces that she's brought nothing.

She lets me sigh and process this disappointment. Then pushes my head to the floor and, as i lie naked upon it, places her foot on the top of my head.

'Don't worry my dear i will break you with just my will and my body. You will obey and you will thank me at the end of it.'

She bids me to silence.

I am quiet.

She makes me lie on the bed, face up.

She sits on my chest.  She pins my slim arms beneath her powerful legs.

I cannot easily breathe. With a change of weight she can crush the air out of my lungs.

She reaches forward easing the weight on my chest but pinning my arms absolutely.

She grabs my scrotum in her strong fist and closes around the base to trap my nuts in a shiny vulnerable bag.

'I am going to break you with my finger.  And by the time I'm done you will beg for cease from this' she gently strokes her finger over the underside of my cock 'and this' she flicks her finger into both testicles.

I squeak. And she tightens her grip on my balls. I am terrified and genuinely helpless. She will tease me til my balls are blue and aching with need. And flick them without expending hardly any energy at all but i will be screaming inwardly at what will feel like hammer blows to me.

I am terrified, yes,  but also curiously happy to be controlled and in my place. When i survive i will be in awe of her.

And rightly so. For she needs nothing more than her wonderful self.











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