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Looking Into His Eyes

I love looking into the eyes of a boy as he serves and suffers for me. I adore seeing his feelings, his emotions there. Love, desire, passion, fear, pain, anticipation, so many things are revealed in his eyes, often in delightful mixtures, or one immediately following the other.

Can I stare into your eyes, see them communicate your thoughts to me as you watch me slowly and methodically prepare the next torture you will endure?

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you are a sensitive and experienced person who can read these emotions from a boy's eyes

 

Mistress,

All those emotions and fleeting thoughts.

They are part of the worship, bits of defense trying to hold the soul from going over.

You are such a magnet. i fear You, yet need to be at Your feet listening to demands.

mysster

 

Dear Mistress Milliscent,

Oh yes, you could stare into my eyes… Reading in them the result from the way you would treat the slut… The fear of the next torment or humiliation to come…
But, rising through this fear, you would also read the pleasure of being your, the happiness of entertaining you … My desire to be the instrument or the toy you will use…
My eyes would reveal to you my most intimate thoughts…

Sincerely,
georgette

 

Hi, Yes that is amazing eye-contact and inflickt pain to my cockhead it's like sweet soul music to me. I most likely will close my eye's and let it go, let it go and discover where it will end, crossing border and fell my Mistress power to a helpless slut :-))

 

dave,

I think that reading eyes is one of the greatest things I get to do. It is also, as you suggest, vital to a great scene.

M

 

mysster,

The attraction combined with fear is absolutely delicious!

M

 

georgette,

Perhaps someday I will have the opportunity to stare deeply into your eyes as you suffer for me!

M

 

ola,

Indeed, it is music to me as well!

M

 

Dear Milliscent
It has been about three years since I last saw you. However I can still picture you looking into my eyes as I lay there bound, legs spread wide and naked. Your standing before me between my legs. You hold your strap on in your hand directing it to my ass.
You smile as you push forward. The head of your cock touches my ass then roughly enters me.
You fucked me very hard that day Dear Lady and I will never forget it.
The whole time you were fucking me you were looking down into my eyes and smiling.

 

My concern is, are we able to control the volume???
I love the transission of climbing over the border an be there, it is most likely to raft down a wild river, you'r never sure of the destiny, - That is a challange, are we??

 

st,

I am pleased that you have such fond memories of our times together. I do as well!

M

 

ola,

Loosing control once in awhile can be an amazingly refreshing thing!

M

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