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High Heels in High temperatures - A Midsummer.... - 2010/06/30 19:38
Night's Dream.
If the universe were as it should be then your garden would be an estate, with woodland and an enchanted glade.Where - on an Eve in Midsummer - Dominant Oberon would lead her Bottom into.
Of course he'd follow, drawn on a lead and in rapture at simply being in her presence - this leather cloaked goddess of the shadows.
Clad in her gown he drew in her perfume, felt the touch of crisp cloth that had so often touched hers. He felt that closeness keenly, touched by it.
in the glade was the chair of his confinement, the chair that would hold him and allow her to focus his passion for her satisfaction. For he knew that what she would do to him would take a mere man beyond his limits, but he was more than a man - for he was her slave. And under her torments, he would grow, yet again change and he would find himself, begging her never to stop.
In the glade they stood together, both content. In front the chair - with a candle on a stand on either flank - to one side a table with many things of wonder. Some he had known others were new to him - this is the way it had always been. Each time, a new initiation.............she always took him just that little bit further. Increment, by increment.
He knew tonight he would whimper - not knowing what she was doing to him, but knowing that it was her.
She removed his gown, he felt the sweet chill of the night, and gently, but firmly she took his hand to guide him to his place. The binding, his ankles tied, his legs were spread, his arms bound and his neck collared. Then a hood, tightly laced.
All he could do was look.
She stood in front of him and cast off her cloak to reveal herself - he was overwhelmed by her magnificent beauty. Her soft skin and curve spoke of her femininity...
But her high heels and leather boots, the corset, the long gloves, spoke eloquently of her dominance. The whip she cradled spoke of her cruelty - of what she would demand and receive from him.
And looking at her he knew that what she demanded he would happily give. She drew close, her blue eyes a twinkle, her mouth smiling.
The fierce heat of the day was dropping - a gentle evening zephyr stirred, cooling both their skins and wrapping us both in a soft embrace. The spirit on the night possessed us. The fragrance of herbs lay heavy.
Since they'd come into the garden not a word had been spoken, now she smiled - and he felt her humanity - and whisper found its way through leather, "Oh dear R - you know you're always safe with me and the deeper we go the safer you are. You've always been mine since before we met. I was there in those Midsummer Night Dreams - as well as those of Autumn, Summer and Spring. You've always submitted - what more do you need to know".
With that an outer hood was zipped shut and R was embraced in darkness. He felt her close as she leant over and took a nipple he whimpered.................
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