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Praise, mistress kink, blindfolding,
toys (feather tickler), teasing, etc...
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"How good have you been?" The redhead asks, while circling your kneeling body.
Your gaze lowers, and you shift your body to a more natural kneeling pose at Natasha's feet.
"I've been so good, Nat." The woman above you stops in her tracks just before you, your lowered gaze meeting with her tall black heels. You couldn't see it, but she had a brow raised at the use of her name.
"Not good enough. It seems somebody has forgotten what they're supposed to call me when we are being intimate."
Your eyes widened at your careless mistake before words began spewing out of your mouth.
"I-I'm so sorry!. It won't happen again."
"Better not. I demand your respect as much as I demand that beautifully sculpted body of yours. Is that understood?"
"I understand, mistress."
"And what is it you understand? I want to hear you say it out loud." Her slender finger dips below your chin, lifting your head so your gaze met with hers.
"I will respect you. I am yours, and my body is yours. I'm yours to play with and to punish, mistress."
"Very good, darling."
Natasha smiled with approval before holding her hand out to pull you to your feet.
"Now sit on the edge of the bed. There's something I want to try with you."
You nodded your head quietly, not daring to ask any questions as you did as you were told, sitting yourself at the edge of the bed as you watched her turn her back and walk towards the glass shelf hanging delicately along the farthest wall. She stood still for a moment, as if contemplating her choices before sliding open the small glass door to retrieve something that looked like a feather duster.
She had her bottom lip between her teeth as she walked towards you, hips swaying with every step she took. When you thought she was going to stop in front of you, she turned to walk around the bed, pulling out a thin piece of fabric from the nightstand.
Her favorite blindfold.
She had been dying to use it on you, but wanted to make sure you were ready before she upped her game. She wanted you to be comfortable around her first, to make sure you trusted her with your body before she took away your eyesight.
"We are going to try something new," Natasha stated, finally making her way to stand in front of you, "It's called sensation play. I've found that every touch is enhanced when one has their sense of vision taken away and can only feel. I will blindfold you while touching you with this feather tickler. It will drive you crazy."
You look into her glazed over eyes just as she strokes the feather along your arm.
"I see. . ."
"Is that okay?" She questions, her face briefly softening.
"Yes."
Her face immediately returned back to its dominant look.
"Yes, what? I need to hear you say it."
"Yes, that is okay, mistress. Use them on me. Please."
She nodded approvingly at your words, doing her best to hide her smirk at your plea.
