The Magic Wand

You’re sitting exactly where I told you to sit.

Close enough to see me. Close enough to watch every little expression cross my face.

But not close enough to touch. The distinction is important.

I’m stretched out in front of you, completely comfortable with your attention. In fact, I rather enjoy it. There’s something delicious about knowing that for once, you’re not here to be touched. You’re here to watch me.

I reach for my magic wand.

You recognise it immediately, of course. That familiar little hum fills the room and I see your eyes follow my hand.

“Stay where you are.”

As though you need reminding.

I take my time. There’s absolutely no hurry when I know I have your full attention. I let myself relax into the sensation, enjoying it while you sit there trying very hard to behave yourself.

Every so often, I look over at you. That’s my favourite part. Watching you watch me.

Seeing the frustration beginning to show because everything happening in front of you is for my pleasure, not yours. You might want to come closer. You might want to reach out. You might even think you could make me feel better than the toy in my hand.

But that isn’t your decision to make.

Tonight, you’re my audience and I’m perfectly capable of entertaining myself.

I close my eyes for a moment and allow myself to become lost in my own pleasure. I don’t need to perform for you or exaggerate anything. Quite the opposite. The fact that you’re witnessing something that feels private makes it all the more intimate.

When I open my eyes again, you’re still watching.

Good boy.

Perhaps I’ll tease you a little. Tell you how good it feels. Ask whether you’re enjoying the view. Remind you that no matter how much you want to touch me, you’ll have to wait until I decide otherwise.

Because that’s the real magic of the wand.

It isn’t simply what it does to me.

It’s what watching me use it does to you.

Your Mistress, completely absorbed in her own pleasure while you sit just a few feet away, unable to do anything except watch.

And if you behave beautifully?

Perhaps eventually I’ll let you come closer.

Perhaps.

But I wouldn’t count on it.