Part VI
Him
I watch you there, straining against your bonds, doing battle with whatever
ideas you had about what is and is not forbidden between us. I see your
lips working, mouthing the word that you long to say, but dare not for fear
of what you will lose in this night. I know in my heart that whatever the
outcome of our foray into places once thought forbidden; that I will love
you more after this night if such a thing is possible.
For as I see you there, helpless, open, exposed, I see you for what you are
tonight. A sacrifice of yourself, a giving of all that you once knew about
your own heart and mind. To yourself, to us. But, and at this my heart
pauses in its rhythm with the thrill of such knowledge: you have given it
all to me. You are mine to enjoy, mine to take my pleasure from.
You are mine.
Then, I hear it again in the spaces that echo with desires that soon will
be unchecked.
You are Mine. The capital is an audible one, an internal understanding of
the power your apparent weakness gives me. For bound you may be, open to
whatever I can conceive, but you still control me as you have from the
first. You overwhelm my senses. Your spirit dares me to go beyond what I
have known of myself, of my mind, of my heart.
And, lest I forget, of my body.
You are lying there, but I see you suspended, as perhaps tonight you will
be, hung from some ethereal heavens, bridging the mundane of our daily
lives and the absolute ecstasy of possible pleasures. Through you and this
gift of yourself to me will come so many things, so many understandings of
yourself, of us.
And of me.
For you know me, my submissive angel. You know what lurks half hidden in
the darker corners of my heart. And while you would never ask for what I am
about to give you, yet you have asked already. You have given yourself to
me, and only a cry of mercy will end it. And where it ends, so we begin,
from a new starting place in a karma-laden moment.
A moment that began with first steps your naked body took across your room
tonight.
I speak.
"Angel, for that is my name for you tonight, your Master is about to
begin."
Your mind whirls, wondering what I can mean. Haven't we already begun?
"Pleasure will be yours in ways you can not yet even begin to imagine. Yes,
in a way we have begun, but the teasing, the torturous drawing out of
pleasure?"
I pause, and you lie motionless, barely daring to breathe at what may come
next.
"That time is at an end for now."
This sends a new chill along your skin, a nearly visible ripple of the
confused maelstrom of emotions that even now threatens to engulf you.
"Now begins a time of taking. A time when your body will be my plaything.
You will be Mine."
You hear the capital that time, and as with all other words tonight, it
frightens you. For you have submitted completely.
"Submission, angel, has become something of a study of mine."
This, too, brings a shuddering chill, for you know my way of studying:
absorbing all I can, to know as much as I can about whatever has caught my
mind's fancy. It is a shared study, this, and you know what you have read.
Hopefully, fearfully, urgently, you wonder if perhaps we share any of this
knowledge.
"I know it has become yours as well. A submissive will endure until she can
no longer submit. This you know. And a submissive will take whatever is
dealt her, knowing that the Master will not harm her unduly, for her safe
word will always be her way out. There may come a time, perhaps tonight,
when I will ask you what you have done to you. But for now, your body, and
your silence, will be my request."
Your mind begins to whirl, knowing that there are things on the walls that
you fear, yet you hope, too, in the strangest fashion, that you can endure
as much and as many of those things as possible. Then it begins to dawn,
that I would never hurt you unless you asked. Your mouth opens, you almost
ask if those things and perhaps others are what I am referring to. But you
wait.
"I can almost see the words forming on your lips. Yes, those are the things
to which I refer. But not yet. Perhaps not tonight. A great many other
things await you until then."
I step to your bonds, and undo them quickly. The only contact you can
perceive is that of the leather leash brushing your breasts. You feel it
tighten, then you are pulled to your feet. Still blind, your hands go out
to steady yourself.
The sensation on the back of your neck increases, as you realize that you
are being pulled forward.
"Kneel."
My voice tears through the silence.
You kneel, obediently, blindly.
Then you hear the unmistakable sound an opening, a soft whir of metallic
teeth, then my hand grasps the back of your head.
"Show me your tongue."
Your tongue extends, and you taste what was so recently engulfed by your
mouth.
"No lips, just your tongue."
You internally whimper at this, wanting to take me in completely. Outside
this room you know that you would never willingly accept the offering in
your mouth, but in here you wonder how this other self that you have become
would react.
Your tongue begins to work its way around my tumescence, and you lean
forward to taste more, but my hand in your hair ceases all forward
progress.
"Remember well precisely what you are doing."
You wonder at this, but your mind is soon occupied again with the taste of
me. Suddenly my hand in your hair tightens, pulling you to your feet. You
nearly whimper again, sorry for the sudden loss, but then the leash
tightens, leading you to another corner of the room.
You are bent forward, and my hands quickly secure your wrists, then your
ankles. Then you realize where I have bound you. It is a leather-covered
sawhorse that you did notice in the corner. Your rounded bottom and legs,
still clad in the stockings protrude obscenely. Your head, when you lower
it, can feel the blood rushing to it. You raise your head, wondering what
awaits you.
Then, you are assaulted from behind. You yelp at first, but soon moan
luxuriously as what was just surrounded by your tongue now impales your
flooded need. My hands reach for the curves of your bottom, steadying
myself, and you can feel my clothing rasping against the tender flesh as I
pound in and out.
Brutally.
Wantonly.
Selfishly.
You are aghast at your body's reactions. There is no painful dryness. You
were ready to receive what is now being given you. Wanting. Needing. How
can this be? Then the source of your pleasure and confusion retreats as
quickly as its invasion.
You moan now with unrequited desire, and then your head is raised by your
hair again. "Show me your tongue."
Obediently, the tongue is displayed, and you taste...your mind registers
quickly that you are tasting yourself mingled with my flesh. You pause, but
the grip in your hair tightens, and you bend to your task. Now almost
greedily you begin to lick away the remnants of this recent passion,
knowing that you have done so before, sampled your own juices out of
curiosity and occasional necessity. But this? This decadence? This blurring
of what is proper?
You respond to it, laving me with your efforts. Then it is pulled away once
more, your bonds are released, and you are led to another part of the room.
Here your legs are spread again, and you become aware of the air
conditioning as it strikes the moisture from your intimate core. Your arms
are raised, spread wide, and you feel yourself being shackled. Then, a new
humiliation (pleasure? the 2 have nearly become one in your mind), as a gag
is placed between your lips.
Now I break my silence.
"Cry out as you will. For whatever reason. Since your mouth will be
silenced, nod your head 3 times for your safe word. Again, if you feel the
need to cry out for mercy, nod your head 3 times. Do you understand?"
You nod your head once, and await the touch of your Master.
