Mindless Pleasure
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Diane dug her sharp nails on Aaron’s back, drawing blood. She was known for playing rough, especially after he had been away on business for long, and that night was no exception. She wanted every part of him to succumb to her charms, mind, body, and soul and would stop at nothing to get her way.
“Did you miss me, bitch?” she bit his left shoulder and smirked.
“Of course I missed you, Diane,” he replied, his face pressed against the bedroom wall. “I always miss you when I’m away.”
“What did you just call me?” she growled, slapping his ass so hard that the sound echoed in every corner of the house.
“Oh… Please forgive me. I meant Mistress. I’ve missed you so fucking much, Mistress.”
“Much better, toy. Never forget my title again or there will be consequences.”
There were always consequences whether he forgot things or not. BDSM was an important part of their marriage and sex life – perhaps the most important one and Diane reveled in the power she wielded over him; it ignited a primal fire within her that set her heart racing and made her skin tingle with delight. As she traced the sharp edges of his vulnerability, every gasp and groan he emitted became an intoxicating melody, one she had orchestrated with dark precision.
With deliberate slowness, she released her grip on his shoulders, allowing him a fleeting moment of relief – just enough to let anticipation coil tighter around him. The leather-clad redhead stepped back to admire her handiwork. Aaron’s skin glistened, a canvas marked by her unbridled passion. Each crimson line was a testament to their unorthodox love. She thrived in these moments when he surrendered his will to her.
“Now, let’s see how well you remember your place,” she purred, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the bed. Biting her lower lip, she retrieved a length of soft, luxurious silk from the bedside table. The fabric shimmered like liquid night as she looped it around his wrists, binding him to the cold metal bedpost.
Diane leaned close again, her breath warm against his ear. “Do you trust me?” she whispered, an intoxicating mix of seduction and threat lacing her words.
“Yes, Mistress,” he muttered, the wounds on his back still stinging with delightful pain.
“Good,” she replied, a smile blooming across her lips like a flower in the dark. “Tonight, I want to claim your thoughts as my own.” With that, she stepped back again, her eyes gleaming with mischief and intent, and produced one of her favorite toys.
It was a crystal ball, the size of a small orange. Its surface shimmered with myriad colors, capturing the subtle glow of the dozens of minuscule LED lights inside. They pulsed in rhythmic waves, cascading from deep violet to fiery orange and back again, creating a hypnotic dance that beckoned Aaron’s gaze. The lights twinkled like distant stars trapped within the glass sphere, creating an otherworldly ambiance filled with lust.
“Look at it,” Diane commanded as she held the crystal ball aloft. “Let the colors wrap around your mind, let them seep into your thoughts.” She waved it before his eyes like a magician conjuring spells; the glow entranced him as if he were a moth drawn to an alluring flame.
He blinked hard, trying to focus on her face rather than the mesmerizing orb. But Diane’s laughter rippled through his resolve, playful yet authoritative. “You will not resist me!” she exclaimed. “You know you’re too weak for that.”
“Too weak…” he mumbled, recalling all the other nights she had captured his brain to play her mesmerizing games.
“Too weak,” she echoed, her lips brushing against his cheek. “And you love it, don’t you? The way I control and mold your mind to fit my desires.”
The crystal ball glowed brighter as she spoke, pulling him deeper into its enchanting aura. Aaron felt the words wrap around him, soaking into his skin and marrow. “Yes, I love it. I love you, Mistress.”
“Good boy,” Diane purred, her fingers trailing across his chest as she watched the effect of her magic unfold. “Keep your eyes on the ball. Let your thoughts melt away – there’s no room for anything else tonight.”
With a flick of her wrist, she brought the crystal ball closer to him, filling his vision with its magnetic light. The colors twisted and turned, enticing him to let go of control, to relinquish the very essence of who he was.
“There’s only me in the void, slave: only me. You’re mine.” she declared.
“Yes… Mistress…” Aaron’s brain melted from the inside out, feeling an electric current rooting him to the bedpost and the hypnotic sphere. This was Heaven, the dream to end all dreams, and he would not wake up from his trance unless she gave the order.
His vision now unfocused, he said nothing when Diane wrapped a chain around his swollen cock and balls and yanked it as if it were a dog’s leash until it turned purple. The agony was no more – only mindless pleasure remained.
THE END
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