Sunday Vignette

I am in a room.

It is quiet and beginning to get dark.

The setting sun is sending slowly diminishing golden light over parts of the space. I am sitting in a wooden chair. My wrists are strapped to the arms with leather restraints. My ankles are bound in the same manner to the front legs of the chair, leaving my legs slightly open.

I am naked except a sheer bra. My torso is bound to the back of the chair, not tightly, but definitively. My head is free to move and I look down upon my body, savoring the view and feeling in the present. My state is broken as I hear my Mistress approaching from the next room. My heart begins to beat harder and my head feels light. It is she who I am here for. She has put me here. I let her take me to this place, giving over to her. I have been here many times before and I am devoted to this chair and being the object of her deepest desires.

I hear her bare feet moving across the floor behind me and I anticipate her closeness. I feel it in my mound. I feel her behind me, smelling her fragrance mixed with her sweat; so intoxicating. There is nowhere else I want to be right now...nowhere...she puts her hands on my shoulders and the feeling is electrifying. I feel my body relax from its tense place of anticipation. She is here...with me...and I know that her pleasure is the most important thing right now.

She leans over and kisses my ear, whispering softly, 'Good evening, my dear. It is so nice to see you...'

I am so taken......