While putting away the new black leather thongs I bought this past weekend I was inspired to post about my love for these tiny garments.
I love them because they are objects with which I can cause a submissive pain, feed my need to deny him what he craves.
I think that my ass looks great in a thong, commenters here seem to agree. I love wearing a sexy leather thong when I play, for I love looking great so that my sub aches for me.
Wearing a thong gives my sub a wonderful view of my body, exposing so many of its charms to him. By the thinnest of margins though it hides from him that which he most desires to see. A tiny strip of leather denies him the vision he seeks.
A thong gives a worshiper wonderful access to much of me, yet remains a firm physical barrier which he cannot cross. A barrier which denies him the access to those things he most hopes to worship.
A sub always aching for more, denied by a tiny piece of black leather. Joy.
My own body, my cunt, always sensitive to any sensation. The feel of soft leather cradling me, slightly rubbing me each time I move. Slightly rubbing each time I swing my whip, each time I change a sub's bonds. Soft leather that calls to me, calls forth desire. Joy.
Disparity. My sub exposed to me, me hidden to him. His sex available for cruelty, torture, and torment, mine forever untouchable. His ass, open for use, open to be filled by me, mine sheltered, protected, hidden always from his vision, his touch. Joy.
Such an insignificantly sized leather garment, so much joy to be had wearing it.
Come to me, come look at me in my thong. Let the view inspire your lust, feel your denied desire to see the rest of me. Come ache with desire for me, for that which you may not have.