Chapter 4: Climax
From the depths of my soul, there rose an insuppressible quaver that I barely managed to suppress as I stood before him—Sissy in all his glory, draped in a luxurious, silk wedding gown, positively beaming with an iridescent smile. The pearlescent whiteness of the fabric set off by my lithe, masculine form emphasized the underlying contradiction that electrified the air between us. An intoxicating concoction of sweet anticipation and fear tingled along my spine, amplifying my senses.
My breathing quickened, my heart race and a peculiar fluttering enveloped my stomach. I had never felt this alive. The master approached me, owning the space; he exuded a wild dominance to which I willingly surrendered my body.
Taking me gently by the arm, he led me towards a lavishly adorned, four-poster bed, the silken covers splayed open, invitingly.