This is my first story here, I feel excited about it. Please, feel free to let me know what you think
In advance, excuse my sometimes poor English. I tried to find the most precise and appropriate words to express my thoughts.
In the velvet of the night, she delves into herself, she takes all the time but she searches herself. She searches for her desires, she gathers her thoughts. She's all hers and she dives into herself. And she dreams.
She wears a black satin blindfold. In the room there is Madame and there are the Women, she can hear them, she guesses them. She hears the murmurs and whispers. She knows they are sitting in the room, around the bed, but she can't see their faces, of course.
As for her, she's on all fours on the bed. The bed is in the centre of the room, also covered with a black satin sheet. She's positioned just right. She's arching her back with her arse in the air.
She loves having her arse in the air. She feels that she's the centre of all the attentions, that she's the centre of all the gazes, which are focused on her. She feels their approval. They whisper that, yes, indeed, she's fine like this, that she's pretty like this, on all fours. She even can imagine them whispering that she's a pretty slut like this, on all fours, with her arse in the air.
Madame puts her gagging panties in her mouth, all crumpled and plugged up. Earlier she tasted her wetness and smelt her fresh nutmeg aroma. Now, with the saliva, it's gone a bit, but the aroma is still there. She loves her aroma so much.