He walked between the trees several times, back and forth, nervously. It was one of those warm late September afternoons that is still summer when one wishes the afternoon weather was cooler but it's still very hot. He heard the clock tower toll 5 p.m., which was the appointed time.
The air had that musky smell, just like that of a woman's pussy when she is fertile, it smelled ripe, a wonderful time to pulse one's nose onto the wetness of the woman's clit and stick one's tongue into the void of the vagina...where did it end...? That hole was an endless abyss into a dark wetness of ecstasy, tasting a woman for everything she owned.
I could hear the clock toll as well and anticipated his arrival. My brain waves were flying as mini tornadoes, like wind-blown leaves of autumn in circles, for the anticipated meet-up with the large brute, whom I call "Endless." He is only one of many I see on a regular basis, but it is he I am seeing today, because I do enjoy his company. He seeks Me out for what therapy I offer: Pain.
I call him "Endless" because he is an endless supply of energy and male sensuality. When I allow him to, He can look into my eyes as to see beyond the extension of my existence, wanting more of what I have to give. His "Endless" drive at times deprives Me of many sensations I privately hoard.
"Endless" was to stand before Me within 5 minutes of My bell ringing (You see, I have My bell attached to My Dungeon and when I expect a guest, they arrive and enter when I remotely open the door.) After another 5 minutes, allowing them to undress, and I then find them waiting for My arrival.
Endless would always be found with his hands behind his back, looking straight ahead, facing the wall of mirrors, with the simple acceptance of servitude on his dutiful face prepared to fulfill My desires.
