Master's Pleasure02:30 Nov 21 2007
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As I place you upon the cross, I already know in my mind that
which I will do. My hands deftly fastening the cuffs, first
wrist, then ankle, I whisper in your ear of my love for you,
my respect for the gift you have given so freely. I dispell
your fears.
My hands glide softly over your exposed flesh, feeling
it respond under them with a slight quivering as they explore
every inch of your body lovingly.
My lips seek out yours in a fervent kiss, tongue sliding
past yours to dance within your warm mouth as my hands seek
out the moistness that is you.
I feel the sudden intake of breath, the shuddering exhale
as your need is brought forth, and the racing of your heart
as you prepare. A soft moan escapes you.
Stepping back, I place the fur mitt upon my hand, to explore
you further, the fur softly carressing you as it travels,
bringing the blood closer to the surface of your skin, the
nerves coming to life below its softness.
Placing the mitt on the table, I whisper "Ready?".
A soft nod of your head answers me as I pick up the rope flogger,
and take my stance. The rope falls leave my hand as they land
upon your creamy skin, first softly, then slowly with more
force as they land repeatedly upon your back, bringing
a pinkness slowly to the surface.
Exchanging the rope flogger for elkskin, I slowly slide
the leather over your shoulders, the smell of the leather
strong with its scent. You shudder slightly in anticipation
as the falls slowly traverse your skin.
Taking my stance again, the elkskin slides through the
air, to land upon the already pinkened flesh with a whack,
the sound seemingly loud in the room.
The leather repeatedly touches your skin, bringing a warmth
to it, as the impacts grow stronger, stinging slightly
at first, then becoming stronger as the strikes become
harder, your back becoming red with it. Your breathing
deepening as the scene progresses towards that which you
seek above all else at this moment, subspace.
Stopping suddenly, you feel my hands gently upon you, running
over your back, their warmth seemingly stronger against
the now sensetive skin. You inhale deeply as my lips find
yours, calming, and reassuring.
I whisper in your ear of the pleasure which you have brought
me, the love I feel for you, and the pride I take in ownership
of one such as you, able to give so much, but asking so little
in return, it seems.
Softly I ask "Ready?". You nod in answer, whispering
"I love You, Master" softly, almost to soft
to be heard. Kissing you gently upon the neck, I take my place
again, this time the cowhide flogger within my grasp as
I ready myself.
The first few blows are slow, gentle and deliberate, allowing
you to adjust, then become stronger, the sting greater,
more pronounced as the falls land.
Repeatedly they strike, over and over, bringing you ever
closer to subspace with every strike, your back becoming
darker red with the bloodflow to the skin. Your breathing
becoming deep and more rapid, bringing in the pain, allowing
it to flow through your body and mind like a wind, unstoppable,
and unchanging, always there as you slowly become giddy
with it.
Your world seems to suddenly tilt slightly, then right
itself as the endorphins slowly build within. Your breathing
becoming sometimes ragged in your ears, a soft moan escapes
your lips unbidden. Sweat breaks out on your brow and face.
The room seems suddenly warm. You tremble, knowing it wont
be long now.
Slowly the flogger is set down, quietly, to be replaced
with the matched and balanced set. The leather seems to
sing to you as it slowly travels through the air, first one
flogger, then the other, as time seems to slow. Every sense
seemingly heightened as the florentine flogging begins,
the leather almost appears to be there against your skin
constantly. Your world tilts slowly again, and your breathing,
hot and heavy sounds loud in your ears. The feeling of the
leather cuffs almost reassuring at this point, knowing
they will not let you fall, holding you safely and securely,
almost lovingly comforting you with their presence.
Suddenly my hands are there again, caressing. When did
the leather stop landing? You can't seem to remember.
Time has stopped meaning anything, the sensations within
your body having taken over. A warm comfortable feeling
seems to suffuse you, and Masters hands are there again,
showing through their touch love and admiration. Lips
softly meet your shoulder as a kiss lands gently upon you.
Softly a voice asks "Ready?". You answer quietly,
"Yes, Master". Not sure whether you answered
out loud, or within your own mond, you nod.
Replacing the floggers with the leather paddle, I ready
myself once again. The soft swish of the paddle comes to
your ears, as a sharp sting across your ass is felt. The pain,
both immediate, yet so far away reaches you. You moan out
loud, your breathing coming in ragged gulps as you seek
to deal with it in your own mind. Then another swish across
the thigh as you try unsuccessfully to move away from the
pain, both needing, and dreading it at the same time. You
seem to slip in and out as the paddle repeatedly finds another
landing, each time the pain seemingly farther away. You
feel your body reacting to it, but somehow don't feel
it, as it seems so very far away.
Warm hands gently run across your reddened ass as they caress
you. Seemingly as if in a dream, you hear Masters voice float
down to you, speaking of love. The voice tells you that you
are safe, cared for. It brings reassurance from so far away.
Your face is gently touched, as Master checks your eyes,
seeking within them subspace. Suddenly, for a second,
Masters face comes into view, and you see love there. You
are content, knowing that you are not alone, but safe in
His care. A voice asks the question, "Ready?".
Unable to speak, you nod softly again.
The leather paddle is replaced with the delrin cane. You
know you are close. You feel your legs tremble, and your
knees seem to give out from time to time. Time seems to have
stopped all together, and your breathing can only be heard
faintly, so far away.
The cane lands home, and you feel your body jump at the impact,
the light, thin delrin raising a welt across your ass. The
pain hits you slowly. A second blow strikes your thigh,
and you feel the leg temporarily give way as the white hot
pain reaches you, driving you closer and closer towards
darkness. You try to scream with the intensity of it, but
you can't. Sometime during the scene, Master has placed
duct tape over your soft, sensuous mouth.
Again and again the cane lands, each time seemingly farther
away, until a blackness takes you. You are floating, peacefully,
content in your own world, as Master places the cane on the
table, and checks your eyes. They are glassy, and closed.
The eyelids lifted momentarily by Master to see.
The ankle cuffs are gently released, then the wrists, as
Master catches you, laying you gently down upon the comforter,
removing the tape, and covering you, keeping you warm.
He lays besides you, holding you safely within His arms,
whispering to you that it is over, and you are safe. Somewhere
the voice regesters in your mind, as a soft sigh of contentment
escapes your lips. Subspace.
The End.
Master Shadow, Author.
11/27/06
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