All He Could Do Was Moan.

I love when he prepares for me. Aching, throbbing, pushing through the pain toward pleasure.

I could see the sexual tension surrounding him even as he walked through my front door.  He had only been wearing the cage since the morning, but all day he had been kept aroused by our texts. Confessing hours later that he had earlier laid on his bed naked, belly down, fucking the mattress, edging, his cock straining against the cage as he thought of seeing me. 

I watched as he tried to remain calm, carefully removing his clothes and laying them on the hall way bench. He made a slight sound and his face twitched as his pants slid over his semi-erect caged cock. I took a step closer, my eyes studying the flesh of his cock making it's way through the rings of the cage. At my visual inspection his cock hardened and pressed further along it's barrier. He was irresistible as he stood there naked, extending out to me with his soul waiting to feel my touch. With the look of desperation in his eyes I couldn't help but reach up and surround him with my arms, pulling him close until I felt the hardness of the cage against me.  

All he could do was moan.

The Palm of my Hand itches for You.

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After some time has passed since we last played I find a hunger rising inside me that eventually reaches the palm of my hand and my flesh starts to crave the touch of your flesh. Memories flash along my mind of your naked, beautiful body bent over in front of me.  Cock and balls harnessed tightly, hanging.  Legs spread wide to give me full view as you stretch your frame along the table beneath you. You wait for my touch wondering if it will be the softness of my hand, a hard stinging slap or the feel of my crop or flogger.  

I stand there behind you, taking your submission in as I slowly breathe to reduce my own excitement. You're still, knowing better than to move without being told.  I let your anticipation build then reach out my right hand and quickly slap your right ass cheek. You jump and then immediately steady yourself again. 

I can still feel your flesh moving beneath my hand.  Watching the redness grow over your skin. Gently touching you, smoothing your skin, tenderly kissing, then you feeling the switch of my flogger against the inside of your thighs. Lightly moving over your balls that hang so vulnerable before me.  Over and over again I repeat the process.

Then when I finally have you stand and face me, you're trembling and your legs are weak. You start to fall towards me and I balance you against my strength.  Your head is bowed down. Your mind is groggy. Your eyes hazy.  

I love having you poured out before me. 

I love my flogger!

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Raw Tears and Breaking Points

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Dearest pet.  Sometimes I want to stare at you; ready for me; surrendered to me; waiting and wondering what is going through my mind.  I walk around you as you're bound, lightly running my hands over your skin, listening to the gentle sounds you make with each stroke. I run my fingers through your hair and down along the shape of your face.  I place my mouth close to your ear, breathing softly and feeling the shivers running over your frame. "I want ALL of you."  I whisper in your ear.  You softly respond, "Yes Mistress."

I stroke your bare exposed ass and slip my fingers along your crease, moving down to your balls and cock that will soon feel the sting of my crop and flogger. My touch builds with intensity as I remember all you have shared of pent up emotions, buried struggles and the bare human ability to deal with harsh realities that you've had to deny in order to serve and protect those you've been given charge over.  Realities that haunt and fill your dreams. Numbness has brought you to the place of feeling mechanical. A machine, instead of flesh and blood.

"Would you like me to cry for you, Mistress?" You had asked in one of your vulnerable moments. "I never have and I really would like to be that vulnerable and openly raw and cry for you...I need to cry for you. Would you coax that out of me?  I know it's there...somewhere."

You have no idea how that broke me inside. The trembling truth and craving need I heard in your words. So I stare at you knowing what is coming.  Knowing I will bring you to that breaking point that will finally release the pain and anguish over the last few years.  Raw tears that will bring healing to your soul and allow you to feel again.  Breathe again.  Sleep again.

I put aside my own tears for you to find yours.

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Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that some Saturdays I have way too much time on my hands, here is my favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

My Pet....Mmmmmm

 

Yes... Today's Eye Candy is a recent pic my pet sent me. Of course I have the uncropped version!  ;)

 

He is sooo yummy...he deserved a spot in this new Saturday tradition!  I hope you enjoy his lovely offering as much as I do.  I love it when they take such great care of themselves. Mmmmmm