A Perfect Moment Undenied

I cannot see; for I am blindfolded.

I cannot speak; for my mouth is stuffed full of thick round rubber, buckled painfully tight to my jaw.

I cannot make a move, any attempt to remove these objects, for my limbs are bound tightly behind me, against the smooth satin bareness of my spine.

And… everything is right in my world… for She is here.

She is always here, to be honest; for every mote of Her will, every facet of Her desire permeates my being. This willing eager marionette ready to jump to Her command…writhe to Her touch…. scream to Her delight…and cum for Her pleasure…

She binds me, because being Her slave is not all about the writhing hot bodies…. not about the pleading moans…not about my wet furnace of a core that weeps in heat at any moment for Her.

She binds me and deprives me of my sight and my voice, so that I might listen. Her voice will silkily slide into every crevice of Her toy. Her tone will evoke any response from me She desires.

Love. Lust. Awe. Fear.

She knows no matter what I am for Her, my love will only grow, my almost crazed need to serve Her will never wane. I shall bless this deity with my utter subservience.

She knows that Her voice alone…will make me writhe.

I can see…despite my blindfold… See how my worship of Her delights Her.

I can speak… despite my gag…for She is aware of every tiny little movement, every escalation of breath….my body bound speaks volumes.

I can move…I can do anything under Her hand. I can move mountains…I can make fields bloom.

Because all is right simply because I am Hers…

Being Her slave is a constant bliss, nothing can hurt me…. nothing can stop me…

I shine…here under these straps and knots…here in the dark of velvet clouding my sight…I shine…
I know She is here, She lets me know by the rapping of the tallest sexiest stiletto, simply the foundation of an outfit that screams “Obey me”

A look and poise that none can resist, but I am the one that embraces the sting of Her palm, the gentle caress of Her voice.

That one rap of heel pulses to me…telling me I must please Her…unconditionally…and forever.

A soft purr of pleasure…and I know She is satisfied with me…This tickle of air from Her lips excites me more powerful than lightning.

This is where my body starts to undulate despite the painful tug of bonds at every limb and joint, securing me with no hope of escape to the pole in the floor before Her.

I know She is watching me…Her eyes are on me because She prizes me.

This is the point where my thoughts drift into a haze of lust, where I fall slowly through a forest comprised of Her hands…

Some pawing… and groping me…. Some caressing…petting me and keeping me safe…

My mouth moistens around the gag and plaintive cries batter the curve of the ball. There is nothing but fibrous rope against the cleft of my heat, but already it has become slick enough to slide slightly, and manouvre its way between flushed swollen lips.

I drown…I make no attempt to tread water…or survive.

I drown in Her loving embrace willingly and eager. Finding a blurring haze between where I end, and She begins…

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…And She hasn’t even touched me yet.