A Meditation on Chastity endured at Miss Mercy’s whim
It’s of no consequence that Your body is on fire or that Your loins feel painfully packed with their respectful load. It’s also of no consequence that the fragrance of Miss Mercy’s freshly washed hair, the scent of Serge Lutens’ Un Bois Vanille and the hint of powder on Madam’s soft cheek as You kissed Her made You instantly and brutally aroused.
It’s simply of no consequence that You’re longing, yearning, to kiss Her again and to be kneeling, abjectly, in Her presence. Everything about Her seems magical, breathtakingly beautiful.
Locked and secured at Her whim, you’ll take it, like a man. You’ll thank Her for disciplining and refining your passion and for allowing you to bring it humbly and devotedly to Her. Your semen and essence belongs to Her and will now be restrained and released only as She deems fit.
You will protect and pamper Madam with your masculinity. You will open every door, take Her coat, ensure Her drink and meal are exactly as She wishes, but you’ll do so without the least fuss. You’ll show Her, with your rapt attention that you worship Her, but you will NEVER crowd Her and NEVER make Her remotely uncomfortable.
Madam knows that you’re aching for her, that’s exactly as it should be. If She wishes to use your masculinity, and to avail Herself of your desperate condition at any point in the evening, then She will. But the choice is always Hers. All you can do is be strong and obediently affectionate in the hope that Madam will grant the mercy of her touch. When permitted you will serve her with uncompromising concentration on Her pleasure, Her bliss and Her whims. That submission and that sacrifice becomes your joy. It will be all the reward you need.
Of course, if Miss Mercy chooses to unleash the churning, aching torrents of male ‘tribute’ that Her loveliness always produces, then your gratitude and devotion will be instant and total. You will serve Her with the ardour and joy of a reined stallion, but you’ll serve and escort The Lady never assuming that such mercy will be granted, ever.
If Madam finds some small fault with you, some error in your understanding of service, then you will endure Her punishments bravely and manfully, no matter how severely She applies them. Madam’s expertise and wisdom are never to be questioned, naturally.
You’ll thank Madam daily in your heart for her gracious supervision of your chaste condition and, when allowed to, you’ll beg Her to oversee ever more testing and fulfilling periods of denial.
Your suffering and obedience, for Miss Mercy’s pleasure and your own good, is an immense honour. Sometimes, very rarely, you may be wonderfully rewarded for it…
That’s the price, and the privilege, of being Her humbled devotee.
In devoted obedience to Madam.
casto.
