Stories & Poems

Mistress' Naughty Maids Room
by
Stephanie

There is a sense of relief as the darkness descends around me.

An escape from the distraction of the light and noise of the world.

There is the black fear of the unknown as the bolt locks on my prison.

Left with images of you, my mistress, floating in my mind and your words still singing in my ears.

Total silence, submissive with no words allowed.

All emotions locked away with only one key.

Held by you. Owned by you. Kept by you.

Bound by the spells you have tied around my limbs.

To know the soft touch of silken robes on my body.

My shallow breathing laced all tight , Breasts and body held in lace and frills.

The coldness and the wind chilling my bones.

To suffer for you to please you, my mistress To love the cruelty of your smile and the conflicts in my mind.

The torture of wanting to escape but finding no way so to do.

The tears flow like a river from its source to the sea.

And the waves suck me into the whirlpool of desire.

Where I have given myself unconditionally.

To you.

 

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