If I were a man and a master...

I could safely say that being a master for many would mean different things...enjoying the control you are given,  getting a kick from being so good making knots in a jiff,  getting a tingly sensation in your groin just at the look of your slave and the submissiveness in her eyes...

If I were a man and a master...I would seek the connection...

Like a photographer who speaks to his models, putting them at ease and extracting most natural, most powerful expression of their faces, my hands will speak to your body, one hand in contact at all times, to keep the conversation going...our eyes will lock at times, to reassure ME that I am still the master, and to reassure you that I am there with you and for you...

I'll tie you swiftly, not the most elaborate of knots perhaps, the beauty will be in the mix of ropes, your breathing getting heavy...and then light again...pretend random touches of your skin, passionate bites on your skin, nipples and lips...both on your mouth and down there where a rope is fit snuggly and tight...right against your clit, in such a way that a gentle pull of the rope on your waist will make you take a breath and hold it...pleasure building up...

Your arms high above your head...as if you would fly high...

Your legs spread wide apart, very wide...so you feel solid on the ground...and I can later on slide in you...if you invite me...

Breast between two bamboo sticks, nipples between another two...pain switching between just a bit too much and oh, so sweet ...

At last I put mask on your eyes...let you calm, and relax, and submit...all the way...

And then I take the whip and let it feel the shapes of your body...whipping you gently, on the left, on the right, moving slowing from your ankles to your breasts...

As the whip is playing in the air, your body swings too, left and right... To avoid it? To enjoy it better?

I don't know...I'm a man...but I'm the master...and for that...I'll simply have to have you now...