SUPRASENSUAL CONFESSIONS...

He think he was able to rule his world...reset...
He was sure to be always in control of himself...reset
He tries to follow his own way...reset
He tells "I know exactly what i want"...reset

He lose a battle he couldn't win.
He bent over his Mistress...
His arrogance succombed in front of his Goddess arrogance!
The real traning starts, body soul and mind...

Princess of the night she decides to torment her new toy in the fetish darkness
Collar, whip, slaps, wax, scratches until blood...
No more arrogance in his eyes, just submission and adoration for his Goddess.
Trampling, kicking, spitting, footstoole, furniture...body pain
His reward, clean his Goddess feet with his tongue, the whole feet,
sucking each toe one by one with passion, taking out all the dirt in his obediant mouth.
Ashtray, bites, groveling, fetching...body burn

Now he knows...Now she enjoys...
She leads him as never he was before.
She walk on him naturally, she takes possession of her new territory...

She starts to share with him the universe of her brain.
Focus...worship...idolize...obedient...serve...
He has so much things to learn...
She has so much experiment to give...
She is the Queen, he his the sub.

When the morning comes, the scratches of his body, the nostalgia of the separation,
occures bites of dawn to his soul...His mind is from now on dedicates to his Goddess
He will follow her to hell and even hell is not so much...

This is the real story of The Goddess and the servant...
Sacher Masoch is still alive in the heart of real sub
Only a real Goddess lighted up by bdsm underground flam could reveal the masoch spirit until...
Bites of dawn...

YOU are the one...