Devils Wishes

I have inherited certain traits from my ‘father’. One of which is the approach I have towards certain wishes made by those who bow for Me.  If you approach Me with the desire to find out “what the finger thing is” then you should anticipate the honesty of My words when I say you will be begging Me to stop in around 3 seconds (plek!). Likewise, should you make the unwise request of “please will you make me pass out” then it’s not likely to go well. 

When I advise people they aren’t yet ready for something there is a strong possibility that this judgement is based on My not inconsiderable experience and uncanny ability to read My serve.  So when I advised PG that this was not a good idea and he insisted he wanted to swim in such dark depths, I just could not resist the temptation to teach a valuable lesson. 

Once our recent breath play scene had warmed up nicely the begging to be played harder and harder began. So it was that PG found he had bitten off more than he anticipated chewing with a rubble bag over his head and a particularly evil glint in My eye. As I nudged his oxygen deprivation levels increasingly sharply, we established that in fact Mistress was correct and this was something to work towards. This understanding was arrived at after the most divine moment of fear had graced his eyes as  they stared at me through plastic. Mmmmm... I can still see the little demon of doubt dancing in his eyes as he stared into My cold ones.

I can’t help but feel that there is a lesson here to be learned about making wishes with Me ;-) 

Twistedly,

Mistress x