| Straight: BDSM: A Letter from Jenna (2/4) |
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top shelves of the cabinets) from the kitchen and told me to stand on it while He removed the fern and hooked the chain to the training ring on the front of my collar. i stood still on the small stool and waited quietly. JaredMaster fixed Himself a glass of ice water and sat down at the table to read the paper. i stood quietly. The house was silent except for the faint sound of the waves hitting the shore a hundred yards from our back door, the occasional rustle of the newspaper pages, the shifting of the melting ice in the glass… and the raging inferno that blazed in the soul of a mouse-quiet slave waiting to serve her Master. i must tell you that His indifference to my naked and suspended body, His total self-control, had my eager cunt dripping with lust and desire. When JaredMaster finished the paper he stood and picked up the whip that my eyes had meditated on, for what seemed to be an eternity. He did not speak, it wasn’t necessary. i know how i am to serve Him. The first lash was a hard and sound one across my fervent ass. The sun shone bright and fiery through the bay window and onto my naked and suspended body, but the warmth i felt inside far surpassed the beauty of nature. My Master was granting my wish. This time… it was my release… my pleasure that He was seeking. The second lash was low across the backs of my calves. The sting was not severe. In fact, i found it to be quite the opposite. The next was a bit higher and exactly what my body longed for in the heat of what was taking place. The back of my knees was next and… Mmm! Oh Yes! Oh, i apologize again. JaredMaster is enjoying my cunt tonight. As i was saying… the third lash across the backs of my knees brought the first of the tears to my eyes but I did not make a sound for i wanted many more! He continued in the slow controlled way that i rejoiced in. He whipped me with sweet abandon and i received his lashes with an equally peaceful heart. Having my Master whip me for pleasure releases me to a realm of paradise that i can’t explain. There is a synthesis of emotions that elevates my awareness of my place in this life and transforms my heart and body. Without my Master and my service to Him, I am simply a woman like any other, only… less. For to be like any other, i would have to believe that i am complete as i am and that my life alone has purpose. But i am not like other women, for i know that i was put here to find my other half and to serve Him with every fiber of my being. W/we are only complete when W/we are together. O/our measure is equal in each purpose but the balance, to be harmonious, is in His Dominance and my submission. The grunt from my Master’s throat as a result of his exertions when He brought the whip across my body drew my nipples to rigid attention. By the time JaredMaster reached my shoulders the sweat was running off His beautiful body as freely as that on the outside of the water glass on the table or the tears from my eyes. i have come to the understanding when i |
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well written and realistic
