.
I know some of you think that
I'm cruel. Some of you think
that you don't want pain, don't
want to be hurt.
But what is this place dear?
What is this place about?
It's a power exchange you silly
boy. It's where you come to
give it to me. To give me the
power, to surrender it to me.
You can feel it can't you. Feel
the power, feel your control
slipping away. No darling no
safe words. Safe words just
makes it play acting and play
acting is not what you want.
No it's not really what you want.
I can't describe it to you. I
can describe how it feels to
take it from you. Power, control,
without limits, damn the consequences.
The wet fire building between my
legs. The feel of the nylons, the
skirt swishing about my legs. The
heels, the impossibly high heels
creating a tension in my calves,
hips. the heels making me tall
making me powerfull, makeing
me in control.
You? Well your feeding the fire,
feeding the heat with your surrender.
Surrender to me dear. No darling
surrender everything. You can
give me more. You can always
give me more and how much
you give is a measure of your
devotion.
There was a boy. Sitting spread
legged on the floor. He wanted
heels but I was bare foot but with
nylons on. He kissed my feet, my
calves, my knees and my stocking
tops. He kissed with real passion,
with real conviction because I was
going to crush one of his testicles.
Which is why I was bare footed. I
wanted to feel that little rubbery
ball under my foot. Wanted to run
my toes over it. Wanted to make
him feel good for the last time.
Oh yes I did. I took it. Crushed
it underfoot. Felt it go flat as her
screamed.
He looks the same. He can still
get a hard on but I fixed him that
night. He'll never have enough
sperm to man youngren. Another
man will do that for his woman.
That darling was surrender. That
was yielding up control. Who am I
to say no to that gift. What kind of
woman would I be if I said no to his
need?
You can trust me dear......
.
It feels natural in your mouth doesn't it?
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