01-28-2024, 08:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-28-2024, 08:19 PM by SilentFeather.)
Jayden slept one nightfall, thinking that she was now granted a fullness of relief from any furthering of harm, and in her mind she dreamed, sighing and burrowing into her and Becca's sheets, the same of which were of crisp white, imagining her and her Beloved Becca engaging in a gentle thrown and lightly wrestling and closely embracing snowfall fight, which threw the unconsciously slumbering Jayde into a slight but loving fit of giggles, only to be snatched from the glow of Becca's brightly expressed dream smile, ad awakening to pure wide eyed horror.
As much as she wished to fight, to tense up, or even scream and thrash, she simply composed her true self, merely coping by clenching her teeth and grunting between them, or parting with a soft weeping and sobbing, trying to endure the harsh thrusting that bombarded, rearranged and bruised her inner depths. She remained deathly still, even though she was practically in pure, full-blown, unspeakable agony she did not dare to complain, as long as Becca was providing some form of comfort to her, even if she faced abuse of any level, shape or even form then she would endure. It was worth the torment, just to be in Becca's presence, beneath her, and even in the processes of thought. No matter how negative Jayde was hated by Becca.
She silently swallowed lightly, nervous, but kept the vocal point of such to a silent nature. She was nervous about the "Appointment." Her voice was positive but f slight quivering-fearful sounding. "I - I adore you too and yes Miss Becca, yes, my love. Yes .. I am and are desiring to be for you alone wholly and truly. But I have one question about the "Procedure? " to ask .. may I be allowed to ask such a question? Mistress? .. that is .. onyly if it is not minded."
As much as she wished to fight, to tense up, or even scream and thrash, she simply composed her true self, merely coping by clenching her teeth and grunting between them, or parting with a soft weeping and sobbing, trying to endure the harsh thrusting that bombarded, rearranged and bruised her inner depths. She remained deathly still, even though she was practically in pure, full-blown, unspeakable agony she did not dare to complain, as long as Becca was providing some form of comfort to her, even if she faced abuse of any level, shape or even form then she would endure. It was worth the torment, just to be in Becca's presence, beneath her, and even in the processes of thought. No matter how negative Jayde was hated by Becca.
She silently swallowed lightly, nervous, but kept the vocal point of such to a silent nature. She was nervous about the "Appointment." Her voice was positive but f slight quivering-fearful sounding. "I - I adore you too and yes Miss Becca, yes, my love. Yes .. I am and are desiring to be for you alone wholly and truly. But I have one question about the "Procedure? " to ask .. may I be allowed to ask such a question? Mistress? .. that is .. onyly if it is not minded."
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.