Scenes



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He stood in the hallway, and told me to bring it there, which I did. Still slightly miffed because all my advances that morning had been rebuffed, I handed over the earring, turning so He could see to fasten the backing for me. The house was silent, the only sound the ticking of a clock.. I waited, only to suddenly feel a thick heavy wide leather collar being fastened atop my new one.. hands drawn quickly behind me, and fastened into the cuffs attached to the long strip hanging from the back. He chuckled, and said, 'Not when YOU want, little girl, but when I want. Now, come with me... '
This is a typical beginning to one of our scenes. There is nothing, and I do mean NOTHING to predict when something will occur; Dr. Wicked will talk during the week of wanting a scene, only to have the weekend pass without any mention of one.. having the house to ourselves is no indication, either. We do not practice any role playing, but rather remain ourselves.. only.. lol!.. more so. Scenes do not always include hmm.. implements, if you will.. but rather are based on a state of mind. What has been happening recently is a gradual 'crossing over the border'.. When I first experienced subspace, it was thru a rather intense scene; now it happens with such regularity and frequency, it has, at one point, frightened me terribly. To be sent hurling into an abyss then suddenly and just as abruptly yanked back out, then plunged in again and again are mind blowers. The Maestro orchestrates all this with precision and timing, all the while smiling as He watches my progress. A typical scene with Him is a... and please pardon the language, but this is the only suitable term I know for the feeling... 'mindfuck'.
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