Maitresse Nuit leads femdomPaintoy into the underworld
A slow descent, spiralling along the sinuous recesses of your mind. You shed the burdens of the mundane world one by one as you cross each gate leading to the inner sanctum where you will disappear as a separate being and be united to your self.
The sound of my voice is the golden thread, the axis around which you twine with each layer of bondage encasing you tighter, closer, deeper brings you to blissful oblivion. You float, suspended in the contradictory experience of liberation brought by intense restriction and sensory deprivation.
Beyond time and space, in the womb of the Great Goddess, a spark of life is being ignated as minute surgical steel pricks your flesh, calling your consciousness to attention, urging you to coaless with the energy and as you merge with it, I release you back slowly through all the gates, ascending to the surface, renewed and vibrant...