I use my hands to soothe comfort and inflame my submissives and slaves, to instruct torment and caution them into obedience. I use my hands to slap faces and grab fists full of hair taking my toys to their knees unexpectedly. My hands are a weapon and a loving extension of my heart. My hands are never still as I use them almost without thought. They show my confidence in my ownership.

My hands are skilled in creating addictions and desire. My hands are firm yet the touch can be as gentle as a warm summer breeze or as cold as ice. I have a strong grip that broaches no argument when reality meets fantasy.

I use my nails to compliment my hands. Knowing that the body is the largest sex organ allows me the obvious diversion of using my long tapered nails to scratch pinch and graze every inch of nakedness that kneels before me. I do not take my hands lightly and neither should you.

A good boy or girl deserves a treat or a small moment of recognition when I am pleased. I slap my thigh without looking up and immediately they know they must come to me and lay their head where indicated. Their head on my leather clad lap with my firm caring hand stroking their hair as I speak with my Dom/me friends is soothing and shows them without words of my pleasure in their service or obedience. The light touch below the hair line sends thrills and chills up their spines and I enjoy every tremor for I know that it is my hand that holds them so calmly too me.

I place my hands on their throats, holding them firmly as my eyes ask for obedience. Tighter as I spread my fingers to show my seriousness, digging my nails into soft and vulnerable flesh as I test their level of trust. The gasp as eyes close with desire stirs up the sadist in me. With only the use of the very slightest of leverage I once again bring them to their knees in submission. The sadist waits un-sated as I use my hands to drag them back to their feet for more exploration.

My fingers run lightly over the chests of the males or the breasts of the females. I feel the shudders and want through the tips of my fingers. I feel the pressure of their bodies as they move closer to my touch involuntarily. I love to tease the nipples lightly with the back of my hand a whisper of seduction with tweaking and pulling, twisting and squeezing. Grazing the hardening nubs with sharp nails as I draw them too me just to watch the arch of the back in acceptance of raw pain and sensation.

A single finger traced down a quivering belly feeds my lust to explore further the touch of my hand. The curve of the groin explored with my nails until I rest a full hand on the mound or the cock…waiting for the thrust against my touch showing once again the wanton need to seek pleasure at my discretion. Stroking mixed with gentle slapping sometimes sensuously other times aggressively demonstrating whose pleasure is upper most in my mind.

The moistness of a wet pussy or the slick velvety pre cum oozing from a throbbing cock in agony encourages that single finger to coat itself with this show of seduction and submission. Coating it liberally before placing my finger to the lips of my victim of the moment I force open the lips and slide that single finger into the cavern of the mouth. The wetness and the welcoming of tongues liberating the stickiness from my finger is erotic to me. My lust is fuelled to dominate and control the body in captivity by the continuation of my exploration.

I give a quick slap to the face...more to shock than to hurt as I enjoy the tingle in the palm of my hand and the crimson imprint of fingers upon the flushed cheek. I am mesmerized by dazed eyes as the impact is realized with every fibre of the being and accentuates the control of the most natural tool at my disposal. My hand is my greatest asset for I carry it with me where ever I go! Though my crops and floggers, whips and ropes, cuffs and collars round out my tools of torment if I lost them all tomorrow I would have all I need to control and dominate. I would have my hands.

It is magnificent in its simplicity yet through its creativity can torment or soothe. The touch can convey approval or disappointment by incorporating many nuances of style and flair. Petting is another example of using the value of kinks and touch to give a scene authenticity. Scratching the belly of the one in scene or behind the ear can both humiliate and stimulate with little effort on my part. It indicates I am aware of the dynamics of the play of the moment and not one toy has been brought to the scene.