“Submission is not about being used, submission is about being of use. Submission is not about what is done to you, submission is about what you do for others.” ~ Author Unknown
All Aboard?
her wrists tied over head and cinched to the pillar. The 1/4″ braided nylon rope makes a slight squeek on the painted white oak with her attempts to reposition. That noise only confirms in her mind the place she’s headed and it takes her further away from the room. (sub space) It’s a place she’s visited before.
Lets see, how does One describe this place? I’ve never been as I’ve always been the driver for the trip. I’ve seen it in her eyes as they go blank and distant. (she’d explain but she’s a noodle at the moment) A runners high? perhaps
Now let’s add a few more items for Y/your amusement?
Legs are spread and held wide by a bar. In heels her thighs are tense and this accentuates her ass. The conflict between comfort and pain pull her further down the road.
Of course she becomes a thing, an object, a toy. All for Me during this journey. I monitor and decide where W/we go next as she floats.
Do I wake her up with the caress non-stop on her clit? Or with super charged results will her ass feel the sting of the leather strap nick named the “bitch”?
Maybe a jeweled plug….that would be pretty.
It’s all a part of the scene. Nothing from the vanilla world compares once you’ve visited where W/we’re going.
Drool leaks past her ball gag and lands in a pool on the floor.
Bell style clamps tinkle a faint tune as nipples turn dark. Painted hair lays in a semi wet mess on glistening shoulders held up by secured wrists.
Wow
It’s a journey W/we take together
A struggle on many levels
I watch her…..struggle…..yes
Beg for more
Ask permission
Oh what you’ll do for Me
Oh what W/we do on O/our trip
Next stop?
