Z is for Zing

I’ve thought long and hard about how to end my alphabet series.

I wanted to go out on a nice high note, possibly with something about utter ownership or long term slavery or exactly how to train a cum eating sissy. But, I don’t think those are what I want to finish up on. I mean, that’s not how I like to end my days, it’s not how I want to end a series. So instead, I want to talk about that indefinable thing that makes fetish sex so much fun. The Zing.

What’s the Zing?

Zing is that thrill you get when you see the object of your fantasies. You get a little zing when you find a girl in sexy sling back shoes, dangling that shoe from her toe just so and flirting with you from the corner of her eye. You get a little zing when your Mistress tells you to kneel. That zing pops up again when you find out what your dear cuckold wife has been up to.

The Zing is the feeling of anticipation and fulfillment when you know your needs are being met.

I get a happy little zing when you gaze up at me in adoration. I thrill each and every time I hear you gasp and pant for me. I love it to the depths of my soul when you beg for me. Zing. Right there, right there, that’s what gets me every time. You, broken and pleading and just. Yep.

So, Z is for Zing, the happy tingle of a fetish well and truly scratched.

Wanna come scratch my fetish?