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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