Cognac
Cocoa
Leather
Mandarin orange
Bitter orange
Cedar
Frankincense
Iris
Jasmine sambac
Lychee
Tobacco
Vanilla
Civet
Cypress wood
Lime
Oud
Rose
Saffron
Sandalwood
Vetiver03/10/2025
TenaciousADD
2 Reviews
TenaciousADD
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Commanding, stern, and beautiful
I feel I can only describe my experiences of Master using the concept of sceneing, good or bad, so here goes.
In this particular scene, I am on the right side of the slash, not so much in a slave role-as that’s never been my proclivity-but rather a well understood and executed power exchange, and I am anxiously standing outside of an offfice door in a home unfamiliar to me. There are bright citrus candles burning in the hallway, exuding soft light and a beautiful scent to keep my nerves calm.
I knock, twice, as instructed.
“Did you dress how I asked?” A voice queries.
“Of course.”
“Are you getting smart with me?”
“No, Sir. Yes, I dressed how you asked.”
The leather in which I’m dressed suddenly seems to become a part of me.
“Come in.”
I slide open the pocket door, step onto beautiful cedar floorboards, and my nose is hit with a myriad of scents.
“Stop. Close your eyes.”
I freeze, and feel the hairs on my neck raise as the electricity of power is behind me.
A strong hand grips my bare shoulder, and Sir exhales on my neck. I can feel his eyes on me.
“Good Girl” I hear him whisper.
A blindfold covers my eyes.
Goosebumps.
My other senses go into overdrive.
As my heart races, my nose is filled with orange and cognac from Sir’s breath, tobacco from his clothes, the leather from my attire, beautiful florals from what I assume are arrangements in the room. I can smell incense burning. It’s not just incense….something else.
“We are sticking to our agreement, but if you are uncomfortable I need to know.”
“Yes Sir. Likewise.”
In this particular scene, I am on the right side of the slash, not so much in a slave role-as that’s never been my proclivity-but rather a well understood and executed power exchange, and I am anxiously standing outside of an offfice door in a home unfamiliar to me. There are bright citrus candles burning in the hallway, exuding soft light and a beautiful scent to keep my nerves calm.
I knock, twice, as instructed.
“Did you dress how I asked?” A voice queries.
“Of course.”
“Are you getting smart with me?”
“No, Sir. Yes, I dressed how you asked.”
The leather in which I’m dressed suddenly seems to become a part of me.
“Come in.”
I slide open the pocket door, step onto beautiful cedar floorboards, and my nose is hit with a myriad of scents.
“Stop. Close your eyes.”
I freeze, and feel the hairs on my neck raise as the electricity of power is behind me.
A strong hand grips my bare shoulder, and Sir exhales on my neck. I can feel his eyes on me.
“Good Girl” I hear him whisper.
A blindfold covers my eyes.
Goosebumps.
My other senses go into overdrive.
As my heart races, my nose is filled with orange and cognac from Sir’s breath, tobacco from his clothes, the leather from my attire, beautiful florals from what I assume are arrangements in the room. I can smell incense burning. It’s not just incense….something else.
“We are sticking to our agreement, but if you are uncomfortable I need to know.”
“Yes Sir. Likewise.”
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