Saturday evening unfolded like a private ritual of devotion and discovery. My submissive arrived with that quiet anticipation I love, eyes lowered yet sparkling with mischief. We lingered over small talk that was really foreplay, our words brushing against each other like fingertips.

From the first kiss, the room belonged to us. Layers of clothing became layers of persona as we changed outfits, each transformation deepening the spell. Time blurred. Seven hours passed in a pulse of laughter, whispers, and the rhythm of our play.

I guided him with the confidence of an Empress, restraining him, teasing the edges of his desire. He offered himself completely, trusting me with every touch. The toys became instruments of exploration, each one a note in our symphony of sensation. He pleased me with a reverence that felt both worshipful and intimate, and I delighted in giving as much as I received.

By the end, we were a tangle of sweat and soft smiles, the air scented with candles and satisfaction. What I cherish most is not only the pleasure, but the profound connection, two souls choosing to meet in power, vulnerability, and lust.