I let go. Indian porn . …I submit and surrender to my Masters folly. He tells me to rise which I do and stand “at ease” before Him. He is reserved as we talk, occasionally asking me to tell Him more about what I am thinking or feeling. He lifts me onto the bed, covering me with a blanket checking me from head to toe for injuries. He lifts me onto the bed, covering me with a blanket checking me from head to toe for injuries. He had my mind spinning, spinning, spinning into sub space. . . . . …oh. . …I arrive at the edge. …then the bliss of subspace over takes me. …sub space… My body betrays me by orgasming. . . . …releasing the tension He built. Each time we meet, he challenges me a little bit more.. I arrive at His door and knock. He informs me today’s scene is going to be different than any other scene I have experienced before. He alternates between pleasure and pain but nothing is predictable. …when I expect pain, I am rewarded with pleasure and when I expect delivery of pleasure, I experience the slicing and cutting bite of the whip or trauma of the paddle. Who am I? He guides me off the bed and bends me over it. He gently caresses His fingertips across my shoulder and my skin reacts, my nipples harden as His fingers
