I am writing an erotic story based on some of my thoughts that drive me. I can’t emphasize enough; the most important thing to me is chemistry and trust. I crave to take you on the journey; trust me and you will find perfection. Activities aside, an open mind and willingness to travel the path with me are what I love. These are some thoughts from scenes of late, tied together, and written as they came out. I just used the fact I type over 80 words per minute to put them to paper! Just because these focus on certain activities, in no way symbolizes the only things I enjoy as a domme.
Now, indulge.
Days, weeks, before, they remain chaste for me. Locked; not knowing their fate, as I am the one who controls it. Every time my keys jingle, they wonder if it is going to be the time I decide to open their locked cock, clitty, or property of mine. Waiting, longing, yearning, lusting, yet knowing they absolutely have no control. Their pleasure, orgasms, are not for them anymore, for they are mine to take from them. Upon picking them up, I greet them, knowing what sexy things are underneath…and are all for me. I produce a special beverage, perhaps splashed with some of my golden goodness and seductive spit. I look at them, smile, and hand them their special breakfast. They immediately take it and guzzle it down, savoring every single sip, for I am entering inside them for the first time…
My toy is taken to the car, blindfolded, and then various toys are added to their predicament. Vibrators, another set of hands, insertables, all become a part of them, as I lead them to their first destination. I had been craving doing an outdoor scene, so I did some research where the ultimate kinky activities could take place of a private trail. I lead them by a discreet cock leash, all while whispering in their ear. Aware of the surroundings and the thrill of being caught, I lead them behind a thorny brush. I find a thorny piece of the branch, bend them over, and use it to force them to rub their locked property against the thorns, all while they are being vibrated, and pinched. They are so owned, any touch, even if it is painful that comes from Me becomes pleasurable. Since it is my desire to even things out, they are now bent over and lashed with the thorny branch…
Their owned, caged, cock, clitty is thrusting against the cage, while I use the leash to lead them back to the car, where they are blindfolded again and taken to the second destination…
Completely helpless and unaware, they are led to a private place, where every single toy I am going to use on them is available. They are given an overall inspection, all the while while I hear their submissive pants upon my body. Whatever happens next is up to me…for they are my tabula rasa.
This is just of their journey..for they are on the quest to an everlasting beautiful power exchange, where all they know is that they have to trust the sound of my voice, the touch of my body, my breath upon their skin. Their only option is to breath and completely surrender.
This is perfection…welcome to the world of MVC
