Sometimes someone will carry in a box and produce a light show that is emitted from a violet wand. Various different attachments make an arc of light and the electricity dances across the body focussing in on the intimate parts, that lend themselves so readily to touch.
The most impressive power exchanges are the forbidden and dangerous ones; like breath and knife play. Usually you don’t see this sort of stuff out and about in club land. However, one night in the corner of the Club RUB dungeon, I saw a beautiful Mistress, who was head to toes in black latex. She started by sensually and lovingly putting her submissive in a neck brace. This kept his head held high and didn’t allow him to look downwards. Then she tied him to a St. Andrews Cross, carefully securing his legs so they were wide open, and his hands out of the way, behind him. His shirt was unbuttoned and opened up. His kilt hoiked up to his waist and his crown jewels exposed.
Right in front of his face, she took off the leather thong from around her neck and slowly opened up a knife that had been hanging from it. The knife was small, very small, only the length of a matchbox when opened up. It had been there all along, and he hadn't noticed it! Quickly she proceeded to make a small cut to the back of her hand - in full view to him. Upon seeing the small droplets of blood come to the surface, his eyes nearly popped out. He was seen to be visibly shaking at the sight. Barking at him to not move, she moved in closer to make a small cut in his shoulder. A very small amount of blood came to the surface. He was unable to see this due to the neck brace. So she wiped her finger through it and showed it to him. I watched as she secretly turn the blade around to the back edge and proceeded to trace the cold metal around his body, which was now rigid with fear.
Sometime she would push a little harder and you would see the skin visibly dent. Slowly and methodically she slithered it around his body, paying particular attention to those special sensetive areas. Sensually scraping the side, of his now very erect nipples, she looked like she was going to cut them off. All the time starring deep into his eyes. Clearly there was a very deep and meaningful relationship going on there. It was a game of trust, of deep submission from the submissive or was he her slave?
A game like this always needs an element of surprise. I noticed she licked a drop of blood from the small nick she had made on his shoulder, to show she wasn’t bluffing. The blood, bright red on the tip of her tongue, grew larger with her saliva. Which she proceeded to thrust into his mouth and kiss him deeply. The neck brace and restraints meant he had limited movement, so she made all the play.
Opening up a bottle of latex shine liquid she tuned her back to him. Looking over one shoulder she swung her arm over and squeezed a river of liquid which ran down her curves and over her rubber cheeks. As she stepped backed onto his now semi-erect cock, he had already started to realise the name of this game. What had once been a smile, laced with a little terror, was now replaced with a smile beaming with delight. She wriggled about on him rubbing her latex clad buttocks over his cock. Before he got too excited she quickly untied him. Once free, he swung around grabbing her and with full passion ground her into the wall. His groin and tongue show her his ardour.
A 'silent but deadly', sexy 'mother-fucker' of a Domme!
Story written by Miss Kim x
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