no regrets

awwww my soft moaning is breaking the silence, again… dying away in darkness, just illuminated by well arranged candles… in Your fine and exquisite place of torture… i would love to see Your beautiful smile, but my eyes are shut… with Your soft black foulard… still i lay on my back, my arms and legs are spread wide… but this time You didn’t tied my down to the bank… well, i am imprecise… You didn’t used any physical restrains… but i am bound by Your words… immobile, helpless on Your wish, only… You told me that there is no need for any rope or chains… not anymore… since You control me… completely… well, You do… more than i ever thought… so i use my strength to keep my assigned pose, no matter the requirements of the body You own… awwwww… softly i writhe within Your invisible ravishment as the hot wax hits me again… this time on my left solidified nipple… followed by a gentle kiss i have craved for the gone hour… to clear away the pain… or better to say, to transpose it into pure love… all of this and so much more is just possible because of the love we feel… i remember a friend, way back in my former life… she couldn’t understand this special kind of relationship… she told me that if she is in love with someone, she never could give her pain… and as i agreed she was completely confused… i tried to explain that pain is depending on the intention and that my Mistress didn’t want to hurt me… well, not seriously… but of course it isn’t easy to understand if someone didn’t feel it the way i do… and indeed it is related to so many things like my desire to be owned and used… awwwww… well, yes… like i am already being used by my beloved Owner… and even now, as the wax is slowly cooling down on my exposed labia i didn’t regret my longings… especially not as i sense Your gracefully tongue on my excited shiny pearl