When all the elements come together, in their rightful modes, a scene can not only be created but out of that creation a strange but rightful chemistry can certainly be produced...
'Dear Mistress,
Thank you very much for the excellent session yesterday. I found it at times very thrilling/scary. It was great to be pushed after it being such a long time out of the scene.
I very much enjoyed your demeanour and approach. A wry smile mixed with a wicked sense of surprise and physical force was a delightful combination.
I di hope we can session again.
Till the next time, best wishes'
Post session reflections still occur with Myself a week on; that that had been transformed lying strapped to the padded cage top, legs akimbo with an almost post coital poise although, of course, no physical, sexual intercourse had been in the equation (or would be in any, ever). What had, been in the equation, was the needle play, at play, whilst trope secured down and almost hyperventilating (but monitored closely) endured the short term pain for the long term gain. The coolness of One's actions opposed to the rising heat of the trope before Me was a delight; the way, then, that trope swayed whilst coaxing off the long opera gloves, whilst coaxed by Mistress, a distinct pleasure. All this is a reminder as to why I am in this cruel but rewarding game and all this raises the question; will you be My next creation?
Cruel love,
Mistress
