Erotic talismans

No two days are alike, and certainly no two weekends are alike!

Alas, I already feel so far away from that perfect moment spent in your boudoir full of symbols and promises, prisoner of your gentle gaze and perverse hands.

I was so free, so enslaved, reduced to violent or powerful sensations, vibrating and mewing, following your initiatory path, both actor/viewer of my own torment and of you Madame...

I was just a butterfly drawn to your light, spread-eagled under your sharp heel - yes, I could live at your feet, in the shadow of your nylon legs, spying the fastening of a garter and the whiteness of a sliver of flesh under your straight skirt, and maybe a smile all the way up there!

I realize it's impossible to describe this moment. I had imagined it, then idle, waiting to meet you, and scribbled pages and pages of this moment, like a pleasant reverie, a reassurance before plunging into the unknown. Fortunately, nothing went as planned, and from that moment when you asked me to take a step back, I knew I could surrender to your story and let you shape this time out of time to your liking.

I had never even dreamed of such a beautiful beginning, fascinated as I was to discover what lurked beneath women's skirts, fascinated by their erotic talismans, varnished pumps, nylon stockings, garter belts, their little panties nestled in the hollows of the most tender flesh, and shapely, soft legs. How can I describe my joy at being at your feet, naked and caged, a symbolic eunuch /.../.

Time stopped, when I was your toy, on my hands and knees, determined to endure everything out of pride, love, admiration, necessity... Thank you Madame for being so attentive and accommodating, for seeing my limits without my having to say "Red", for letting me catch my breath and then pushing me further, guiding me to that paroxysm where I lose my footing and fly away under your leather tongue towards my primitive firmament.
Like in a ring, round after round, the heat rises, bodies sweat, sweaty and fragrant - in a haze I see you drop your skirt, your blouse, to enthrone as a proud Amazon, to crush me under your thighs or your knees, your mouth a few centimeters from me and your eyes screwing my brain, smile, slap, spit, everything is a reward for me, even when you choke me sitting on my reddened chest. When your hands close over my mouth and plunge me into ultimate sweet abandon, when I stop struggling and slip into that dark dream, into your arms, into your world...

There are all the details that are not details, this scarf carelessly thrown over my face that deprives me of the show and prevents me from breathing - this infernal electric machine that strangles my poor cock and crushes it fleetingly, unable to get hard or cum, prisoner of a desire beyond my reach - the infernal roulette wheel that runs endlessly over the expanse of my skin, turns and straight lines, detour over already tormented nipples - the immobilization, the impacts, the screams, the laughter, the grunts - and your dildo, and your hand, your breath in my neck as you fuck me, having you between my thighs without being able to embrace you, and this thing that comes to life inside me, in the most intimate way, that I hope to be able to tame, in vain, it's such an unpredictable beast, devouring me from within, sensations that overflow and drown my consciousness until they fill the whole horizon and make me cry out for mercy.
It's all there, inscribed in my flesh, with no logic other than that of your will and my submission, that desire to offer me a perfect moment...

Thank you, thank you, thank you Madame - you are a goddess of Love, that deep mystery that shakes souls and bodies.

The return to reality - well, where really is reality? was swift. No spleen, no painful descent. I almost regret it, so magical and joyful was this moment at your feet.

I don't want to seem to be reducing you to this moment - I've just as much enjoyed chatting with you, this suspended moment before leaving you - of catching a glimpse of an immense world through the crack of your door.

I hope I'll have the joy of sharing other rich moments by your side or at your feet, of sharing your thoughts and desires, of entertaining you or simply being useful to you...