She stood over me silently for several minutes. Nothing is more terrifying than her silence. I knelt obediently, eyes downcast, unable to resist stealing glances at her through my peripheral vision. She is soooo beautiful. Standing tautly erect, her magnificent legs and tits, her regal air, drew every ounce of my energy toward her with irresistible magnetism. Her face, cast in fury, was so gorgeous I felt like my heart might explode from the sight. Read more…
Tag: Denial
One morning last week the Mistress Marquesa de Sade was kind enough to telephone and inform me that my next training session would soon be taking place. The Mistress indicated that her records showed that far too much time had passed since my last instruction and that I had likely fallen into a deplorable state of obedience.
The Mistress advised that prior to my session I would be picking up a long awaited package, for her. She had personally selected me to perform this errand for her and I was grateful that she had thought of me to do her bidding. Read more…
