Facets And Reflections

Just like a power bottom submissive, a stoic woman (who you 'think' you know) can deliciously surprise you
 
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The Domme's well manicured fingers around her submissive's throat is quite pleasing. Now if the submissive's fingers are dancing inside her Domme at the same time, the "scene" is elevated
 
That feeling of wanting to write IMMEDIATELY but knowing that if you give your brain a little more time it will be better.

I do not appreciate this flavor of frustration.
 
Why not do both? Write a little now to let off some of that frustration. Then write/edit a little after it’s marinated? Or is the frustration the sauce that “flavors it better”?
 
Why not do both? Write a little now to let off some of that frustration. Then write/edit a little after it’s marinated? Or is the frustration the sauce that “flavors it better”?
Because I’m not sure what it should be yet. I don’t want to commit to a direction until I am. All I know for sure is where it ends
 
Ah. In that case I suppose all you can do is stew in your frustration.

Contemplates licking some Crystal Dust just to sample what sort of flavor this frustration might be.
 
It’s the way of things in my head.
But I also enjoy the exploration.
Looking for hidden rooms and secrets.

A slight smile, playful

Little toys to play with and enjoy
 
Secrets and surprises lurking in hidden spaces. I can see the appeal.

She pulls out a clipboard to take notes.

So this would be a bit…savory sort of flavor? Whetting the appetite in anticipation? Just enough sweetness to hint at what’s to come?
 
Sweetness, but also spice. Heat. Something a little earthy that balances the sweet. Something that says “more, please”

Are you my secretary, now?
 
Jots notes down in some barely legible short hand. Chewing the back of her pen in thought. The phone suddenly starts ringing and she jumps with a start before picking it up.

Crystal Dust’s personal secretary, how can I help you?

She says in her cheeriest voice and then pauses.

Apologies the proprietor is unavailable at the moment, I’m happy to take a message?

Adds a few uh huhs in between and a few scrawls on a postit.

Right. I’ll make sure to pass on the message. Have a lovely day!

The phone clicks and she crumples the post it and flings it into the nearest bin. Misses.

Damn telemarketers. Sorry. You were saying?
 
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