Escape the reality. Immerse into what s. The of letting go, loosing control, naked. A break of the cycle, a moment of being taken. Blindfolded In a room with little noise and just a robe, a sense of my eyes glaring, undressing your internal rhythm as you try to control your breath. A snap of a wooden dowel across a leather seat has your anticipation heightened. What will become of me? Will it hurt? Forget it, unwind into your deeper self, a desire to be taken over. The ropes on the robe become unhinged breaking the bind of cloth to your skin and a cool breeze sets on your skin as the robe opens. A cold hand brushes inside across your shoulder and neck down your chest as you tighten up. You hear a slight foot pattern and a brush off your arm as I circle you contemplating my next move, breathing you in, consuming you. I reach around from behind and uncover your risen chest sensitive to the robe as it drops and collects on your feet at the floor. Anticipation is risen, bare skinned, naked but not alone. The wooden dowel lightly presses your neck and moves downward with a slight tickle when it comes to a stop across both cheeks. “Please kneel” You hear. What will happen next?





