The agony of uncertainty

I knew that I had to let everything happen to me without speaking a single word. It was **** to be so at the mercy of my own lust without having any control over what was happening. Every prick of the sharp tip on my skin, every scratch, every touch brought me to the brink of madness. I had to control myself not to moan, not to beg, but simply to surrender to what Karla was doing to me.

My lips were sealed, my voice was silenced. I could only feel the sensations and the rush of my own pleasure as Karla explored my body and played with me.

Time lost all meaning as I lost myself in this agonizing pleasure. My pussy pulsed with desire, my breasts were hard and sensitive. I could feel my juices flowing, ready to receive Karla and surrender completely to her will. Lust was a burning flame inside me, filling me and drawing me deeper and deeper into the darkness of surrender. I was willing to endure anything to serve Karla and find my own satisfaction.

The agony of pleasure and the tension were almost unbearable. My desire for release grew with every second that passed. I knew from experience that Karla was aiming to find a reason to punish me. The excitement and uncertainty drove me to the edge of my limits.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. The words formed softly on my lips: "Please, Mistress." I breathed in a trembling voice. It was a **** attempt to ease the pain of my lust and find release. At that moment, I hoped for Karla's mercy, that she would hear my plea and release me from my torment. But at the same time, I was aware that she might only find more pleasure in punishing me and testing my devotion.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I waited to see how Karla would respond to my request. The silence in the room was oppressive, my excitement almost unbearable.