Surrender your Senses: By Mistress Mara

You are lost and disoriented in the darkness, your body bound by taught and unrelenting rope. You can feel the elaborate pattern of your Mistress’ knotwork pressing into your skin, imprinting soft pink grooves into your flesh. My blindfold has taken your sight. My gag has reduced your vocalization to nothing more than helpless grunts and moans. Now, here in the endless blindfolded blackness, even the smallest sound, scent, or touch sends ripples of electricity through your body. I have you exactly where I want you: pulse racing, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation, completely under My control. My plaything to use and abuse as I see fit. Your fragile illusion of control crumbles so easily in My skilled hands.

The echoing click of my heels against the dungeon floor tells you I am circling you, predator examining prey. You feel yourself start to shake as excitement and nerves rack your body. The binds hold tight against your quivering form. A sharp snapping sound slices through the air and you feel the harsh sting of My whip. A muffled yelp escapes your lips, barely audible through the gag. Another crack of the whip, and you feel your skin begin to radiate heat. Again and again My cruel implement strikes your skin, unrelenting waves of pain washing over you. Has this been happening for seconds? Hours? Days? Your body is begging for it to stop and yet it somehow delights in each lashing. Your life outside of the dungeon melts away. For the first time in so long… maybe for the first time ever, you are truly fully alive in the moment. With each strike your body and your mind surrender further to Me. Suddenly, layered over the pain, a shock of pleasure. I softly trace My long nails across your tortured skin as your breath hitches in your throat. 

You can smell your Mistress, My scent warm and floral, intoxicating. You want to beg Me… for mercy or for more punishment? Somehow both. Your brain fizzes to static as you try to make sense of the waves of sensation radiating through you. You try to speak but the gag contorts your words into nothingness. I chuckle softly, my breath warm against your ear as I whisper “We’re just getting started”

Mistress Mara