Wednesday, May 25, 2011

take me there......

The wood was strong and welcoming as I pressed my body against it.... my hands grasped the rungs of the suspended wooden ladder.....there were no restraints - haven't been for a very long time - I know not to move my body away..... my eyes flew around the room looking for something to anchor myself to...........

The leather strap started its warm up on my ass....... and it hurt........ and I scrambled to find some anchor - any anchor - tried to slow my breathing down....... reminded myself I wanted this ...... no ....... needed this.....

Slowing my breathing down....... slower and slower - even as the leather strap was going faster and harder..... slow down the breathing... focus on the sparkly lights..... ignore the room......... ignore the people......ignore the noise......... ride the waves of pain... ride them higher and higher...... take me there.. take me there.......

Suddenly a bitter cold bites into my warm body......... it slides over my back .... over my ass.. down my legs...... I struggle to stay there.. high on top of the pain........ but the cold begs me to look...... I turn ..... W laughs and hides the cold ....... I want to know .. I need to know..... a small stamp of my foot...... I shiver and close my eyes trying to feel the shape  of this cold.... I turn suddenly and catch a glimpse of the cold........... and yes it IS cold.........



the cold looks like a long icicle to my clouded eyes...... a long icicle with a silver handle..... it burns ......... I close my eyes again and ride the pain higher and higher ...... take me there...... take me there.........

The natural rhythm returns .... leather and whips..... and I am going there... I am going there...........

And then - the biting searing pain ...... feels like wire cutting across my ass.... tearing me open......... I need to know ...... I can't picture a wire toy I want ...... no I NEED..... to see this wire toy.......... I turn and W smiles at me.. I can see it - the smile - and I know all is well.......... the familiar blue whip comes into view.......



and I marvel that it now feels like wire....... when did the blue soft whip turn into a wire cutting tool.... I must be cut and bleeding....... but I no longer care...

I am there.

1 comment:

a hidden slave said...

A lovely post....
HSxx