Mind Fuck

[La****]

Anticipation. That is the land of the mind fuck.
When the blindfold is on and you hear him
moving about. Picking things up,
and then putting them down again. Making you
guess: was it the flogger, your favorite, or
the paddle with the holes, your nemesis?
It's the slow slide of rope around your thighs,
drawing them apart, until you feel the strain.
Your hands tied up by your head, your hips pinned.
Your cunt, exposed. And then the high, high buzz
of the wand on maximum. The scream
prepares itself in your throat, your nerves brace
for the onslaught of ecstasy turned agony.
The glow of the candle as the wax heats, softens
and then pools, ready to drip onto tender skin.
The endless moments where you stand, naked,
in inspection pose while he prowls around you,
looking for something to punish you for.
It's standing in the crowd in the dungeon, watching
as another submissive is reduced to begging,
and he whispers in your ear that you will be next.
It's every beat of your heart as you scurry
through the dark, glancing into every shadow,
waiting for the moment that he takes you down.
It's the slow, methodical movement of his hand
and he attaches the zipper a peg at a time.
It isn't the strike of the came,
or the pinch of the clamp.
When he thrusts inside you too deep,
or when he cuts off your air.
The mind fuck is all in the waiting. The moment
before.

[Ry****]

Absolutely love this !

[Deleted Member]

I've never heard anyone else ever describe it like that you actually had me mesmerized and wishing I was there

[Si****]

Oh yes!

[Deleted Member]

Lovely

[ChocolateChamp]

GEEAT PIECE!!

[SA****]

Sounds like a perfect night to me

[goon2yu]

After the blindfold is placed, interested Dom (or sub) seductively whispering your prose back to you. (que le jeu commence)

[Ge****]

You really draw the reader in with the weight of silence—how it’s filled not with noise, but with anticipation. But what about the sound? The deliberate click of his shoes on the floor as he circles, each step a countdown. That rhythm—slow, controlled—like a metronome for your nerves. Have you ever written about that?

[Le****]

Ooof 🥵🥵🥵😜

[Ni****]

I am a benevolent daddy who loves to give his good girl praise but some of this I think I could incorporate.

[Slavetimes]

Cute Cute