Listening to her responses, I idly traced a nail along my shaved pussy; gliding it over the four labia piercings made slick with my own juices, before reaching up to suck the wetness off my finger tip.<br/><br/><strong>“Pain and humiliation in quantity and intensity,”</strong>I quoted her, underlining it by plucking at her nipple once again; but this time keeping it between my toes, and applying pressure gently, rather than letting it go.<strong>“Ah yes, how easily those words can be uttered by those who fantasise such things, without understanding the realities of what that may result in.”</strong><br/><br/>Glancing over to the large window for a moment, my tone became thoughtful, as I spoke as much to myself, as to her.<br/><br/><strong>“You are correct, of course, in your definition of the relationship between submissive and dominant, and yet such things are so often misconstrued by those who attempt to walk the path. Part of a Mistress’s role is to try to bring the submissive to the point where they reach the very edge of their limits, without causing harm or psychological damage to them. On the flip side, part of the submissive’s role is to ensure their dominant knows of their fantasies and limits, whilst promising to vocalise concerns when they realise they are being pushed further than they wish. Anything else turns this to abuse.”<br/></strong><br/>Turning back to look down at Jaclyn, my tone became serious, despite its softness.<br/><br/><strong>“As a Domme, I am fulfilled by guiding a submissive through their desires and fantasies, so that they reach the ultimate bliss of their experience. In that vein, I will listen to your desires, and adjust the experience appropriately; testing and pushing you in different ways as we go. It will be up to you to make me aware of anything that goes too far, and I will trust in you to do so. Understand?”</strong><br/>