Will is a client of Mine, I have known for a long time. he doesn't come in very often, but when he does it was always intense.It was always a quick session, but hard as far as his type of play was concerned. These types are great...there is no need to worry about marks, in fact he prefers them. he simply came in, got undressed and layed on his stomach...then his back and butt were fair game...with any implement of My choice. Today was different...let Me explain......
It was early evening, and it was warm...the sun was just setting and cast a beautiful glow across My dungeon walls, it was all natural light, at dusk, with the warm breeze coming in and dancing with the open curtains. We are on the second floor so I wasn't worried about on lookers from the outside, although I am sure some of My clients would have liked that!I love the moment before someone was going to come up My stairwell, the quiet before the storm. I had the music on , and had it up loud enough to cover any swatting and spanking noise that would bounce off My walls and echo, since the windows were open. I sat comfortably on the bondage table and took in My facilities. The walls were black, but one ...it was covered in a beautiful purle demask wallpaper, a chandalier hanging low enough to be seen, but high enough to clear a swinging flogger. The window treatments were black, and the opposite wall was covered in mirrors....no hiding in My place! On the wall behind Me were all My implements...chains with enema bags, floggers, ball gags, whips, cords, crops, paddles, strap on harnesses, mitted restaraints....I was looking right at My sling, which held many interesting memories...and behind that was my cross...with My favrite leather suspension cuffs....just then , while lost in thought, Will walked in.
He was tall...very tall, at least 6'4", and built like a brick shit house...huge really.He was young, sandy brown hair, dark eyes, a look of mischief always in them. I got up and hugged him warmly, he was always a delight to play with. He was smiling as well, and looked down, and when I followed his gaze it was a bag he had in his hand that he was staring at. It was your average brown paper grocery bag....nothing fancy like the enema players bring. He had My attention...he never brought anything.I asked him boldly what he had in there so nondescript...he smiled even bigger and put the bag on the table...I of course opened it immediately...impatient as I am.I reached in and started to pull ut his goodies...first My fingers wrapped around a pair of old school shackels, the kind froma century ago...large, heavy, very chunky....I liked it so far...agan reaching in and pulling out a seperate pair ofheavy metal wrist reatraints, with a heavy chain attached....yay! The baqg wsn't empty and I guess I saved the best for last as he was eager to see My reaction to his remaining item....It was a cat of nine tails. The handle was woven black leather as were the nine long braided strands of leather, very ordinary...I put it down on the table, looking at him with what must have been a look of disappointment...I had a cat o' nine....what was the big excitement over this one? He asked e top look closer, as I did something sparkled in My eye...it was the tip of each strand...there were razors woven through the end of each. Oh...I got it.....He was staring at Me waiting for a reaction. I showed none and told him to get undressed and to stand with his face against the wall...I would be right back. I closed the dungeon door behind Me.
I went to the kitchen and lit a cigerette. I was wearing a red latex corset, very militant style with lapels. It was trimed in black to match the below the knee black latex skirt I had on. No need for short skirts with Will, he wasn't into anal play so I didn't have to pull it up for strap on. My heels were black and they wrapped around My tiny ankles up to My calf. I looked harsh if I do say so...My hair pulled tight in a bun behind My left ear. I took a long drag off my cigerette , playinmg out what was to be next. will liked it harsh but this was extra gnarly...I was just as excited as he was...I waited a few minutes, just long enough for him to do what I asked...and walked back to My dungeon door. I opened it and there was Will...naked , standing, and facing the wall...just as I had asked him to do....I walked over to him and whispered...."are you sure?", all he did was nod...he knew what I meant, and his breathing increased to almost a pant as I reached for the first set of shackles.....
