Them together, safe in a teeny tiny tent

she realised something about herself; she did like restriction, enclosure, bondage.

When she was with him, it was like they were both in a beautiful velvet and fur lined tent. A teeny tiny tent.

They breathed each other’s air. Warming themselves with each other’s passions. Invisible chains bound them together for eternity.

In that tent they learnt the language of each others moods & bodies. Decipher the clues & cues of their yearnings.  They transposed signs & signals to become drunk on their heady “D/s, S/m and IloveU”.

Come with Me.

You kneel before me. Her marks on your body; dribbling the liquid paint that signposted her being there. But, she has gone now, and all that you have left is me and I you. She filled the air, the space, the room. Her suffocating presence enclosed and enveloped us both. But now she is gone.

I sit back and gaze upon you. Your breathing returning to normal, the feeling coming back into your body, you are coming back to reality. The floor now hard under your knees and her tear marks are beginning to become sore as the body fights to heal itself.

Her job is done and you are now healing ; outside-in. My job, however is to take you further, take you to the places that you do not wish to go. In my reality there is no subspace surrender for you; only real life pain, no acceptance, no zone, no atonement for crimes once committed. Just you and I. You, are nearly spent, exhausted and broken whereas for me; my working day is just starting. I am refreshed, energised and aroused.

I sit and watch you uncoil and then recoil, as you realise it has only just begun. Your eyes blinking in the light that shines in from the now open window shutters. You have been safe in your dark world. Your dark world; eyes jammed shut. Your dark world, where you could cope with and expect dark things.

Now, it is time for the light, the reprieve, the rapture of the sun on your back, the rivulets of sweat drying and crisping in her gouges. Together my love, we will walk in the light, I will take you, you will be safe with me…I promise. Or maybe not safe, but safe in the knowledge that now is the time for you to take off your heavy armour, free yourself and then you will fly…fly into the light….Come with me.

“Come with me…Come with me…Now!” Pulling on your chain; you lurch forward from the wrists, the metal bracelets, heavy, bruising but so lovely on you. That blissful feeling of being yanked. “Come with me…come with me now!” I am standing, pulling your chain, your arms out-stretched in front, you clamber to your feet, falling forward and stumbling. That blissful feeling of being yanked into life. I see your erection and know that I am on task.

“Come with me now!” I am walking to the door, only one pair of footsteps on the stone floor; my boots, your naked feet make no sound. On opening the door, turning to smile I see your angelic face. Pale and ghostly, your eyes hollow and sunken; yet you manage to give me the most beautiful smile…you always do and it makes me happy.

“Come with me now!” I pull on the chain, tripping down the stairs you are out onto the gravel. I pull you up and we walk in silence; listening to the birds chattering about their day and the bees gossiping about the Queen. I am kind, I know that I am kind…it feels ok. It is nice to be nice, so I allow you to walk on the grass, I see the relief in your eyes as you step onto the cool wetness.

“Come with me my love” At the top of the cliff we make love, “Come to me my love” The warm sun upon your back, your sticky blood under my nails. “Cum with me my love, before she comes back for you”.

Scent Marking.

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When she has finished with you, you are kneeling in the centre of the room. Back marked with her whip, cane and cat, meek and near broken.

Standing behind you, I run my hands over your head, down your neck, onto your shoulders and back, feeling the raised skin, the heat of the welts. Stroking you with the faintest of touches, my icy cold finger tips on your silken skin.

My hands pushing down onto your shoulders, my touch becoming deeper, smooth yet pushing into you, onto you. The heal of my hand into the back of your shoulder my fingers bent, my nails hold you at the front, firm. A massage like no other. The mix of dull ache and sharpness, chronic and acute. Bending my knees, your warmth against my shins, my knee caps pressed firmly either side of your spine, the toes of my shoes at your coccyx.

Putting a hand down under your chin, I lift your head, pulling your face up to meet my gaze, like a beautiful flower turning to the sun. Back bent, curved around my knees, your chest stretched open, your neck; compression at the back, expansion at the front you find it difficult to swallow. I look at your lovely face, your pouty mouth, I bend forward to kiss your lips upside down. Licking the inside of your open mouth, I taste you. You shake as the contorted body fatigues. I release you and you spring forward then upright. The relief is visible on your face and you pant.

Stepping round you, lifting my skirt, I tell you to straighten your legs to the front. Lowering myself on to your cock. My open blouse allows us to be chest to chest, my legs bent around your waist, the heels of my shoes catching the downy skin on your buttocks. Grabbing hold of your scorched back, clinging onto you for dear life, my nails clawing at you as I buck hard from the waist, pulling you into me, harder, I fuck you, I take you, you are mine.

After I am done, I stand and send you back to her, so that she can see what she inspired me to do, my nail marks over hers. Like scent marking, a shot across her bows? Maybe.