Sliding Doors: A gift to my Mistress, ObsidianFire. Closed Thread.

[fuckmeat]

Welcome to our own, personal, alternate reality.

In this little pocket of spacetime, you are in perfect, radiant health. You have a healthy weight, your beautiful hair and all the vitality that you used to possess. All the things you wish you could do to me, you can do here. Any act of service that you command of me in this place is yours for the asking... or the taking. Remember how much you love to take? You used to hurt me beyond what I could bear, humiliate me into utter self loathing, force me to serve you until I could hardly move and I would endure it all out of devotion to you. You were always so much stronger than me. I loved and feared you more than any man I've ever known. I know that side of you is unfulfilled now, that you lie awake sometimes and touch yourself, wishing you could use me as you used to. This may seem like a parody of that intimacy but I think you could enjoy writing here, flexing your imagination, reminding us both just who you are and what I am to you.

Everything we've always been to each other, we can be here.

I await your pleasure, as always.

 

[ObsidianFire]

I walk into this place that my girl has created for me. I see her hand in this, looking down to find myself in the tight red sundress she has always liked me in. I stretch and flex, feeling fit and refreshed. My hair is braided, thick and luxuriant.

Oh Mine. My own. It was a kind thought but I am not so sure that this is a good idea.

 

[fuckmeat]

I return to our space, having changed for Mistress's pleasure. I stop in my tracks, crestfallen as she speaks to me.

That's a real shame because now I'm all ready for you.

I reply, looking down at my outfit. My leather play collar hugs my pale throat, heavy matching cuffs are padlocked to my wrists and ankles. I am wearing a black satin corset that she has always favoured and a matching thong covers my freshly shaven pussy. My long dark red hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and my face is made up in dark, vampy colours. Hold up black stockings and knee high black leather boots complete my costume. The keys and clips to my cuffs hang from a D ring in my collar, sitting snugly beside a pet tag bearing her initials in upper case letters and mine in lower case. I still remember the day she bought my collar and leash in the pet store, making me order the engraved tag myself. I turn and begin to walk dejectedly away, baiting her.

I suppose I'll just go and get changed again.