Wearing the collar for the first time under the Snake

After the needles comes the whip with its familiar lacerations. The sensuality of its bite, the sound its sizzle in the air when it misses, or the tap of its backlash on the furniture. 

Your pace, your frenzy at times, building the fiery texture.
This time, I'm aware that I'm wearing your collar. I am yours on this path.
Feeling a fragility, a vulnerability releasing towards a new opening. Feeling the serenity of being your soumise, no longer searching. Knowing that we can share this whenever we want, and knowing that the future holds many new and deep pleasures for us.
Its expression is ours !

/// as Lady Labyrinth / 06