Seductive Vibrations Book 2 Enticing Touch

I look at my Master. He was always so strong, so defined and a leader. Now, looking into his eyes, he is lost, and I can see that he can’t find his way back. I need to guide him back, not just to me but to himself. I was always his follower, but right now, I need to serve him without being asked. I now understand what he meant, ‘sometimes you will just know what I need and do it’. Right now, he needs to find himself again, and I am the one to do it, the only one capable of it.I have never seen a man so broken. His screams are the sound of a broken soul trying to mend itself while, in the process, it causes more pain and misery. It is like his body is overtaken, like he can’t control it, can’t stop it, the crying, the screams rippling through him as he stays collapsed on the floor.The man I am looking at is not my Master. He is far from it. He is a broken man, a destroyed man, with sorrow in his eyes. When I look, all I can see are tears, tears he can’t control, tears he can’t st

He sits on the edge of the bed, and I begin to strip.Standing here, naked, I put the blindfold on, standing in the spot I always do, waiting. I hear him move and walk out. I stand here waiting. He sometimes leaves to build up the tension. However, what seems like over an hour later, he still isn’t back.I remove the blindfold and get dressed and go to find him. I walk into our bedroom; he is here, sitting on the bed. Maybe, I should switch, and become his Domme. The last time I used the whip, it drove him wild. Maybe that is the key to bringing him back. He never agreed to me whipping him, he quickly took control when I had before.I grab his hand, trying to prise him off the bed. He stays, unmoving, his eyes looking at me. Every time I look at them, it breaks my heart a bit more.“Trust me, Jackson, as I trust you”. I pull him again; this time he stands up and walks with me. I guide him back to the playroom.Tears build in my eyes as I begin to undress him. When he is fully naked

**WARNING** This chapter includes extremely sadistic material, including animal play, degrading, and humiliation. It shows why the BDSM lifestyle should be avoided when someone is not sound-minded.He moves quickly, not even answering me. He has me flipped on my stomach instantly, his hands pulling me up from the bed. He lies me on the table, my stomach against it, my boobs hanging over the edge.The table is small. He grabs my hands, pulling them behind my back. Still, as he does, he lifts my legs, tying my legs to my hands. I nearly cry instantly. He has gone straight for the things I hate, my hard list, one being hogtied. I hate the idea, and now here I am, in that same position. I want to scream ‘peach’, but I don’t, even though I already feel humiliated, even though only he can see me. I feel the blindfold covering my eyes. I am grateful he won’t be able to see my tears.I feel the gag pushing into my mouth, then him putting the ball in my hand. I want to drop it. Maybe me break

My body is screaming to stay away, but my heart needs him, needs his arms wrapped around me, showing me it is okay. He looks at me, not saying a word. I feel like what happened is the real him. If it is, I can’t give him what he wants, and he would be better off without me.“Please don’t leave. I am sorry I went too far.” His plea is filled with hurt and despair at the thought that I am going to leave.“I’m not leaving.” My voice is just a whisper, hardly there at all.“Come and sit, please.” He reaches out his hand, but I shake my head, unable to move closer to him.“This is my fault. I know it is. I should have stopped you before it got that far. I thought I could handle it, and I kept putting it off. I was wrong, and I am sorry. The safe word is there to stop this from happening. I wanted to try to fix you, and in the process, I broke myself.” My words come out in a rush; my apology for being stupid and not saying ‘stop’ when I needed to, is pitiful.He did nothing wrong. He did wh

We sit here all night. Even I know we have to go home at some point. We can’t expect everyone to watch the girls all day. Sitting, I decide I will go home, and if I can, I will come back later to support Jackson some more. He is at least nearly back to normal.Sure, he’s unbalanced, but I recognise his eyes now.“I am going to go home, see the girls and give everyone a break,” I tell him as I stand to leave. His hand grabs mine. He looks like a lost child; he shakes his head, and I now feel stuck.“Why not come home with me? Get a shower and food, and we can maybe bring some food back for Maria. She has not left Marcus’ side; she needs to eat.” This is my best suggestion. That way he is with me but can always come back later, and I will be here to support him.We say goodbye to Maria, and I drive us home. I am so worn out that I could just go straight to bed. I spend the morning with the girls. Jackson just stays hidden. I wonder why though. By around 1 pm, Georgina comes in and