She
The sensation on her knees was not new to her. She has been in this nadu position so many times, a position that made her feel calm and in control. She knew what she was doing, what she was consenting to and still thought that she was the one getting the most out of this deal. If a day would come, and that was a big if, where she got less out of it than desired she could walk out of it at any given moment.
The room was pleasantly warm, interior dampened with heavy furniture thick carpets and erotic tapestry on the walls. The motives were not of a porn sort, it was more of intense moments between two or more people. The true art of BDSM at its best, she herself leaned heavily towards Domination/submission part of that combination, even though bondage and pain was no stranger to her at all. In secret she thought the black and white photos of her in different situations was beautiful, but that she would never admit in open, and never to her Goddess.
Goddess
Watching her pet in the nadu position gave so much pleasure. The anticipation, the energy before engaging in the session at hand was at times even better than the session itself. The throne she had picked was well thought through. It was said to be a replica of a chair used by a Swedish Monarch, Queen Christina, the silver throne it was named, she felt very at home sitting on it looking down at her subject.
The relationship was consensual and extremely sensual. She knew she could push the limits of this one but always with respect. During their time together she had to come to know what triggered this one and not. The deal was very well balanced, many subjects think that the Domme is the one that must do all the work and they themselves just must follow. Nothing could be more wrong; it is a dance on equal terms and this one knew it very well.
The candles in the room burn in silence and the energy in the room was intense. She could see that the subject was starting to tremble oh so sightly. That was a sign that it has built up an expectation and arousal energy that it was time to let loose.
She slowly raised her hand, picked up the short spanker hanging on the side of the throne and gave one short snap with it against the side of the throne. The subject immediately reacted as expected. Let the session begin.
She
The sound of the slapper hit her like electricity. It was like every muscle in her well-tuned body activated. The Goddess was very particular with its subject to workout and eat healthy. From the moment this relationship started she had changed her diet and every day was exercise day in different manners. It had not done wonders to her breast size to lose weight and gain muscles, but that might be considered a correction in due time.
She graciously fell forward onto all fours and slowly started to crawl towards her Goddess. She knew this was greatly appreciated by her Goddess as crawling exercises was something they did regularly. She made a point in holding her head just slightly raised to see just above an accepted horizon, not to sign any dominance at all, just to see enough to not crawl into something. Her submission was total in every aspect, very much so shown in her posture and movement.
Her long and naturally blonde hair was flattened on command earlier during the day, Goddess prefer a high single ponytail setup. Having her hair like that gave the Goddess yet another tool to work with and the pulling and bonding of her hair was something she loved. Other than that, today she was commanded to be totally naked and exposed.
Step by step she closed into the Throne and the Goddess. She could see the high heeled boots, shiny black leather and a red shoe sole. The heels themselves where of chrome and pointy to its extreme. She knew to well the pain they could give applied to any part of her skin. The strong legs of the Goddess were decorated by expensive stockings in black. The whole appearance radiated power and magnificence, she inhaled it like pure energy, and it made her stronger and more focused. Step by step she crawled closer, every touchdown on the wooden floor sent pain into her knees but it was part of it, accepting the pain to please her Goddess, the submission lay in every detail.
Only a few more crawls and she would be there, close to her Goddess ready to do her bidding. As she approached the Goddess slowly unfolds her legs, placing the sharp heels wide apart exposing her garden of love. It was as always smooth, hairless, and powerful in all its glory. She noticed the slight glistering of moist and the area was somewhat swollen witch indicated arousal and readiness to be pleased. This made her so happy; her work so far had pleased the Goddess and made her ready for her. She crawled in between her Goddess legs and stopped just in front of the gate offered. Feeling the warmth radiate into her face, inhaling the sweet aroma acting like strong pheromones on her, triggering her submissive behaviors like a biological machine and she loved it.
Goddess
The nakedness of her subject was most pleasing. Watching the well-tuned body of her subject slowly crawl towards her in the light of candles was extremely sensual. The shadows playing over her muscles and smooth skin was pure art. It made her pussy react strongly, the sensation of muscles around her vulva shiver, the blood rushing out making it more ready and the moist preparing her for what to come. But no penetration has yet satisfied as much as the closeness of another woman's mouth or hands. She considered herself not a lesbian, she enjoyed every fruit in the garden, but when it comes to orgasms the ladies win.
The sound from the wooden floor as the subject slowly crawls towards her cracked like a small whip in the otherwise silent room. This too added to the sensation and she let one fingertip trace itself over her breasts and sent sensations over her body.
She knew the subject was not satisfied about its size being too small. She herself preferred smaller breasts, girly breasts one could say. The petiteness was sexy but she could somewhat understand the feeling. She herself had corrected hers some years ago and they where now perfect in her own mind. Not to big, firm and gravity did not pull them down. They where proud and she was not ashamed to show them off. Also, she knew that her subject loved to have hers compared and commented upon, not to have a "real woman's breast" was the humiliation trigger that got so many off, and she knew how to play it.
Closer and closer, there close enough to send the command on what is expected. Slowly spreading her legs wide. Exposing her pussy broadly like a gate for her subject to close into, this was the signal that the Goddess wanted a thorough pleasing of her pussy. The subject stops just in front of the offering, and she notice that it inhales and embrace the moment. 'Good Girl' she thought to herself and let it hang there for just a moment, capitalizing on the energy. Then a slight soft tap from the slapper on the back of the subject's head and the pleasing may begin.
She
Time can be different in length. Standing there on all fours in front of her Goddess pussy was a wonderful time, nowhere else did she want to be and it could not last long enough. The pain in her knees in the other hand would be much better off with a short amount of time, then again submission is in every layer and this was her duty to perform so she took the pain with grace.
Then a soft but deceive tap on the back of her head with the slapper, she knew it was time to please her Goddess and it made her feel happy and free. That last part is hard for some to grasp, how to be free as a sex slave. For her the thing was partly to be in a safe environment where she was allowed to let her sexuality out in the open without judgement or shame. Only acceptance and encouragement from people who gets it, who is not destroyed by porn in their minds. To be allowed to be a total whore slut fuck pig or whatever gets you going without judgement or shame, that was the essence for her in this.