With that last wonderfully heartening gesture my Goddess is soon blissfully asleep.
Brianna
I’m grainy-eyed and cramped and in terrible pain all over by the time the acme of feminine divinity nestled against me awakens fully.
Often throughout the endless darkness she has stirred, murmured sleepy condemnation at me for disturbing her with my helpless struggles, or lazily stroked and fondled me and kissed my throat or merely snuggled up closer under the covers. But always her breathing quickly slowed and deepened again. Always she left me to bask in the exaltation of lying in her arms, to suffer the accumulating agonies of my bondage and to pass the hours obsessing over the horrific costs and incredible rewards of my increasingly deranging enslavement. This time though she giggles as she
