"She gazes upon you a long moment Her gaze meeting your eyes, holding them as if in a trance. She then steps around you stopping behind you. Leather clad fingers trail softly up your side to the tie of your robes."
And thus it begins; a Journey, an artist at work upon the supple pale skin that is Her canvas. You can lose yourself in the story they weave, move along with the snap of the whip, the slap of leather upon flesh.
The primal dance calls to you, it speeds up your heart, it brings a sweat to your skin. The song and dance of the Lifestyle. With Elegance, and imagery T/they guide you as if in meditation. A word play to bring you to the deepest darkest desires inside you. You'll wish to be T/them, to be with T/them, part of it all.
"Your fingers curl into fists as you watch Contessa expertly ply Her tool, the leather tongues of the whip trailing back and forth again, the extension of Contessas will."
Come watch won't you? Come join the waiting crowd and see Artist and her Canvas
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