sashibala

Her eyes held mine as she introduced herself to me. I reached for her hand,
said who I was, and then I ceased to exist as me. I floated over the floor to
meet her friends, my heart pounding under my breasts, barely able to hear. She
said she wanted to play with me. She asked her Master if she could. My brain
screamed YES! He must have heard me because he said she could. As her lips
told me to follow her, her power grabbed me from inside and pulled me along
behind.

My shyness ensued and I removed only one article of modest clothing. Still
completely covered, I straddled the horse as she instructed. Did I look
disgusting to her in this vulnerable position? With my skirt-covered ass in
the air for the world to see? I could only look down into the blackness of the
leather and of the floor with the comforting break of her white thigh-high boots
as she moved around me.

I felt the electric fingers of the violet wand as she danced it across and over
me. Millions of her fingers. All over my body. My body ached and tingled for
her. I moaned loudly. I wanted more. More. Higher intensity. Moving through
me. More! Electric waves of ecstatic pain moving through me. More. More!
Oh, God, MORE!

Slap.

The first strike on my ass with her delicate tanned hand sent a wave of wetness
between my legs. I held my breath as the first orgasm set every nerve-ending
on fire. She told me to breathe. My breath became hers.

I was soon lost in a world of paddles, slaps, strokes, and wands. Pain and
pleasure danced quickly and intimately through every inch of my body. I yelled
with pain. I moaned with pleasure. My heart raced. I was covered with sweat.
I may have even drooled. My reactions seemed to please her and that was all I
wanted to do. I became overwhelmed with the desire to be hers, this goddess
who was abusing my body with love. The sweet release of an a salty ocean
flowed from my eyes.

She knelt before me and lifted my chin so we'd be eye-to-eye. Her soft black
windows reached through me and enveloped my heart, my life, my soul. My very
being existed only for her.

She asked if I wanted more. "Yes, please," my voice screamed in a whisper.

My back arched. She pushed me down. She knew what I wanted before I did. She
knew what I needed when I did not. She knew. She knew every aspect of me as I
clung to the leather altar in her honor, worshipping her from deep within.

She knew when I had had enough. She straddled the horse and hugged me as I
tried to catch my breath. She knew what I was feeling. She knew I was hers.

"Thank you" was all I was able to say at first. She smiled and held me. As I
got off the horse and shakily put my shirt on, I felt as though I had just left
the womb, wet and reborn.

Reborn to the Beautiful One.