They were decorated in the finest of things, She in bracelets of silver from the Americas, pearls of rich akoya and Tahitian black, and tiny shells picked by hand in the Caribbean, he in handmade chain and Swedish leather. She sat on cushions threaded with gold, while he knelt in quiet reserve on a floor of marble. But their most luminous covering was the heady raiment of barely contained need that filled the entire room, and a deep love that required neither words nor touch to be felt. The raw, unspoken feeling that arose between them was invisible as air, free as a cloud, and as seductive as jasmine. These lands belonged to them.
My slave has a long day of painful torment ahead of him. I tell him about it in detail, yanking his nipple clamps and roughly yanking his tongue to my gorgeous boots, forcing his tongue to the heels and soles by his nose hook and chastity device. This is his last chance to inspire any mercy in me before his punishments begin.