part 2

part 2

llulu​(נשלטת) • 26 באפר׳ 2006

Why as well, was I so stirred ?



Yes...I had cleaned the house frenetically during the day to mask my nervessness. Yes...I was almost disapointed when I learned the branding device might not be ready for that evening. that is when I recognised I wanted it so much.



How can one describe the immense pleasure of giving pleasure ? I undress, put my training collar on and waited for Master naked, on all four, my legs a bit apart, just enough to let this fragilising feeling of vagina and ass uncovered, given to His stare, wihout shame. I know my bosom is heavy. I know I bow my head shyly. I know my bottom is a sure grasp of flesh. I know I am waiting for him, naked, excited; bare

When I hear the key in the door, I am ready for Him. He passes near me. I don't watch. His hand taps gently on my head. I feel exactly like a bitch waiting for a my bone : a caress.



Soon enough my eyes are covered and my mouth silenced. There will be only muffled cries from now on.

I know what is to be pressed on my bottom. I know the shape and the content...but I don't know when.

Writing gives me this emotion again, like a rolling sensation. Back and back again. but His breath is the only hold I have of him. From now on, it will be the touch of the whip on my flesh before the ultimate to come. He wants to heat the place to be burned but deosn't he know already that I am in heat?

The stinging tears of the wax are succeding to the bitings of the whips. But my prefered, His hand over my ass, His power on my flesh.

Time to lay on the floor; I have to be immobilised. One leg is tied. I conclude that there, will be the branding.

my hands are mummyfied.

From time to time, he touches my lips. I have removed all pubic hair to be given to Him, totally. His fingers caress me swiftly. No doubts, I am wet.

He seems to stand, to walk, to take another instrument of pain. I can't hear his moves now, even his steps are silence: Only the silence of my cries.







to be continued