I take advantage of the respite of a Sunday to write you a little note of thanks and to share with you some evocations and daydreams about your magical session.. I greatly appreciated making a suffocating acquaintance with your velvet outfit. What a sweet feeling, and formidable ! /…/
I also loved the way you tied me down on the bed, in particular to immobilize my legs by connecting them with the bracelets, to fix with a rope connected to the metal bar. About metal, there again I never had the slightest desire to let go of the chain… How to have the will to put an end to such a paradise of tortures ?
At last, just two mentions.
The first cannot fail to be the extreme excitement that seizes your submissive when you approach your face, to make me breathe your perfume and brush me with your magnificent hair.
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The second is the very strange sensation when you performed electric torture on me.. Velvet must be a very good conductor because when you lift yourself a few millimeters, small sparks stung my nose very noticeably. The only way to escape this tingling was to plunge my face into your skirt to make contact over a large area., even if it means not being able to catch my breath.
To suffocate or suffer this pain is a surprising dilemma and a mine of ideas for diabolical tortures !
Luckily I was going to the provinces by train, more suitable for long daydreams after the session. A long drive would not be safe : I might forget to get off the highway and end up in the deep south ! By train, the timetables make it possible to set an alarm to get off at my station.
Have a nice evening at the Opera. I'll imagine you watching the show in a velvet outfit…
A fantasy assails me : hands tied to the legs of an armchair at the Palais Garnier, I am gagged and hooded, head on the seat. You sit on my face, suffocating me under the soft velvet. But no question of letting me gasp, moan or beg you… These noises are excluded at the opera ! You only lift yourself from time to time to let me breathe in too thin a stream of air…..
ssssssss….
… and readjust your position so that the velvet obstructs the small holes in the hood. Who could hear this slight hiss masked by the musical flights ?
This could be the scenario for our next session, What do you think ?
