Tormented by My Muse (750 words) – BDSM
It was well past midnight when she came, though I was indeed weak and weary, exhausted by the struggle of putting metaphorical pen to digital paper. “Mistress!” I rejoiced. “Inspire me once more and I will be your eternal slave.” She was a fetishist’s wet dream. a goddess in skintight leather and shining latex. In …