Helplessness that comes from my mind's surrender is the core of sub-space sensation. The idea of my body being controlled, and having attention paid by a Mistress who relishes in my suffering, propels me into that dark, confined mindplace. Here, Her mere will takes the reins of my actions and experience, acting as a catalyst for erotic pleasure, and i swell before the physical plain has even arrived.FetishMethod is everything. To know that She has a plan, a road i must travel before i ascend upon that frustrated place which interests Her, is pure bliss and time abandonment. Each command and further confinement of my freedom and comfort takes me deeper into the belly of Her palm. Her kind and cruel squeezing becomes my reality.
Her powerful controls over my mind, through the extension of Her will, are further enhanced by the inherent Female form that She possesses. Simply being in Her presence -- the ability to see Her long legs before me, exposed for my sight, strengthens gravity's bond. And i wish to sink into deep metaphorical kneeling as my eyes plump and silently weep at Her beauty.
That She has simply made the choice to drape Her ideas and creativity upon me, to excite, amuse Her, or to simply pass time, burns my wick. Her lure and mind tricks bait me .. so eager for Her attention that i place the passport to my suffering on a silver platter giving Her the freedom to take me to Her dark cells. i fall eagerly and gracefully into Her extended grip.
Once Her will, Her control, and my surrender have been established, the physical realm is quite easily rendered.
Any decisions She can make regarding my physical appearance, constraints, and placement, enhance my vulnerability. i enjoy simple and elegant rules that are timeless .. i am to be naked at all times .. gagged whenever She is busy with other things .. kneeling in the corner if the phone rings, or She wishes to make a call .. anything.
i have a debilitating leg fetish. By this i mean, that my eyes and attention immediately focus and fixate on any exposed pair that walks in my proximity. A Mistress pays me a great honor if She allows me to worship Her legs with my eyes. Legs .. bare, in stockings, accentuated by a skirt but always in heels .. are all I need for hours of entrapment.Confinementi would never expect a Mistress to "pose" for me. The honor of being able to view Her lovely adornments should be of no inconvenience what so ever. Placed strategically kneeling in the room, out of the way, in silence as She goes about Her business is more than one could dream. This scenario allows the slave to view Her legs in their natural state .. busy with Mistress things. If by chance i get to view Her legs while crossed and sitting in a chair, ultimate pleasure is achieved.
Having a chance to merely be in the presence of a Mistress who has decided to keep even the slightest watchful eye over me is a thrill. In exchange for such an honor, I willingly agree to suffer Her whims and torments so She is amused enough to continue Her attentions. The fewer requirements of Her time, i hope, are directly proportional to however prolonged the arrangement could be. By this fact, i wish to be 'put away' when not required for Her amusement as opposed to 'sent away'.Enduring Tormentsi wish to be the convenient slave. One that She can take out of Her toy closet only when She wants to play, and put back when She needs Her privacy or has tired of me for the moment. Closets are my favorite. Corners, bathrooms with the light out, crawl spaces, etc., in and out i will eagerly go so as to not be a bother to my Mistress.
Having Mistress peek inside and monitor my condition and adherence to any instructions She might have of me is sure to keep me obedient. Bound and gagged if desired so that my whimpers do not disturb Her day. This is ultimately exciting to me especially if i am left to stroke and remain hard, hump, or be at the mercy of a massaging device or other torments. All so that when the Mistress peeks, She is delighted at the frustration She has created.
In exchange for the Mistresses attentions, i agree to all degrees of prolonged frustrations for the duration of Her presence. i never expect that i will be allowed to orgasm, and train so that i may endure countless periods of arousal, hardness, and blue balls.Assignmentsi fully expect that She will bring me to such dire need and "break" me into begging, pleading, and tormented mind space through relentless arousal and denial cycles. Ultimately the Mistress will be blending the insanity of frustration with my reality making them one. Controlling my arousal cycles meticulously through Her verbal and written commands, She methodically makes me endure long periods on the edge, controlled mini-ejaculations without orgasm, and a continued eye toward swelling my balls so they are so delicate to the touch.
Even though i am not always in Her presence, my training must continue. She requires me to engage in specific activities that increase my lust, my abilities to maintain arousal without relief, and serve Her in other ways. Writing assignments, web surfing & mining, forced viewing of arousing material .. are just a few of the ways She can keep me primed or prepare me for an encounter.Of Service
It is a great turn-on to be of service to a Mistress. Through my writing, information gathering, web site help, or errands, i take great pleasure in easing and enhancing my Mistresses endeavors. Being locked in Her closet, stroking, with a portable laptop connected to the internet .. working on Her web site from there, writing content .. Mistress checking my progress every now and then .. I do not know what could be better.
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