To suffer for Her, who owns me, takes my surrender to new levels of depth. When She feels my energy and strength adding to Hers, the Goddess unfolds and my awareness becomes alive, that i was able to give Her this most wonderful feeling. I am grateful and cherish the marks that remain on my body for days.




I love a writhing, wriggling boy.

I can’t quite tell but I’m gonna believe that this is happening during his extremely sensitive post-orgasmic state, when every touch is just a little too much, riding the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain, which is why he is twitching and writhing and smiling and shaking, and why I’m so impressed that he hasn’t wriggled his way out of the torment altogether. What a good boy.

post orgasm sensitivity.  poor boy.  his belly splattered with his own cum. and having to lie there and take that torture.   yes he is a good boy.