Fantasies of Lezdom with Mistress Irony

Ahhh Mistress Irony. What can I say that I haven’t said before. She’s become such a fantasy of mine. I dream about submitting myself to her in the ultimate power exchange that only she can offer. Don’t get me wrong- I love my Master with all my heart-but as a bisexual female slave, sometimes I just get cravings you know? Like I just want to get down on my hands and knees and slowly work my tongue from Mistress Irony’s toes to the tip of her nose… worshiping every part of her.

Her porcelain, perfectly curved body sends me into a frenzy every time I see it on Wasteland.com. I just want to have her hands run themselves over my body inflicting pain as they please, pinching, slapping, pulling. Her teeth grazing my skin to take bites every now and again. I just want to see her sadistic smile as I lie in a abnormally twisted position unable to move because of the tight ropes digging into my pink and swollen flesh.

I want to make her laugh with my cries as I swing in and out of a euphoria of ecstasy and  excruciating pain…sigh… what I wouldn’t do to be able to feel the sharp stings of her whip as her flicks her wrist with the utmost elegance…to feel her fingers explore every crevace of my body, pushing, probing and opening my holes to their full capacities… to feel the gentle touch as she wipes away the river of tears that have been streaming down my cheeks as I whisper to her ‘thank you Mistress…Thank you’.