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Her Awakening
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Her Awakening No more wondering. She had worked it all out. This was a part of herself she had a right to know. The silence of the house was like a blank palette upon which the colors of her passion might be blended. Dirty Girl took a deep breath and slipped off her clothes. That was the first step He had demanded. No bra lines, no panty creases. She would stretch and bend, naked and unfettered. Then the slow soak in the scented bath with the tapes He had sent. She smiled as the thought of subliminal messages in the tapes occurred to her, but she knew He did not need such tricks. She had thought the lighting thing was a bit over the top, but as she pulled the heavy drapes she had made for the occasion, the soft twilight in which the room was suddenly bathed seemed right somehow. She lit the candles, wondering where He had found such a lovely shade of green taper. Naked, scented lightly, feeling so totally removed from the life she knew, DG lay down on the high count linen sheet. Feeling somewhere between deliciously decadent and supremely silly, she closed her eyes. “Hello, my love. You have done well.” His deep voice softly caressed her ears. She loved the layers of perception in even the simplest phrase. She felt His joy and His pride in her. She felt His well-controlled but never hidden hunger and felt her own hunger rising. As her lips opened to speak his finger touched them softly. She subsided. He was her control. She had to do nothing. Slowly, his fingers trailed across her jaw, to caress her neck, and touch her ears. She kept her eyes closed because that is how He willed it. The touch of his fingers, even when it was merely the tip of a nail or the ball of a thumb seemed somehow to be the most intimate of possession. Words like succubus came to her mind but she knew this was another form of self-possession. He had warned her that to truly surrender she must stop trying to analyze, or understand. Acceptance was all. ‘So lovely. Just as I imagined. “ His hands cupped her breasts, weighing , assessing, capturing her nipples between thumb and forefinger to roll them gently at first, then not so gently, as her body wakened to the moment and the slow dawning of the moments to come. DG felt her full figure tremble on the bed. His hands paused in their journey of discovery. Tracing up her arms to her wrists, he looped the waiting silken scarves over first one, then the other, slowly tightening the knot. She did not even pull against the binding; she knew how they would feel. How many times in her dreams had she felt them? His hands slid along her ribs, in a touch that should have almost tickled but somehow seemed to set her aglow. Spreading her legs as far as they could go, He bound them with the tie that passed under the bed so that she pulled against herself . He had explained that to her and she wanted to try it, but she let herself lie still. She thought she could feel His smile. In her mind’s eye, DG could see herself arrayed before him. She wished she were thinner, and taller and … she knew He would laugh at her. He had told her before. Beauty comes from within. She must find her greatest inner beauty and offer it as her gift. For the first time since rising she began to think this was a mistake. Perhaps she wasn’t ready. She felt her fear run through her like a cold chill that seemed to take her breath away. Then His hands were on her thighs, caressing and stroking, then gliding across her body. “You know what you bring.” He said, softly. As though He had heard her inner fears and challenged her to overcome them. She remembered what He had said before. Words that had never been spoken as teachings but dropped like hints into conversations about anything from bicycles to bagels. “You have such a sense of joy. You live so fully in the moment.” DG let her mind relax. She felt the soft cloth against her naked skin, and the bindings on her arms and legs. She knew that at any time that she had enough, a single word would stop the session. She was amazed at how strong, and somehow reassuring the knots on her wrists felt. Pulling at her left leg only made her right leg twitch. Slowly, DG writhed on the bed, suddenly caught up in the sensuous feel of all the little aspects of the setting. She felt so alive and so wickedly sensuous. Slowly, her body, now a slowly simmering cauldron of sensations settled on the bed and she breathed deeply. His soft laugh made her blush. How well He knew her. Caressing her breasts, again. He grasped her left tit in his hand, and He said, “Open your eyes.” She had to force herself to obey Him. There He sat on the side of her bed. In His hand he held the needle of a syringe. It was still in its sterile wrapping. He opened it and held it up before her eyes. Beyond it all was vague and formless, as her eyes focused with frightening clarity on the sharp shiny steel. She could see that it was small, but somehow that did not make her feel any better. Then His lips were on her eyelids as he slid a black mask over her eyes, and the room and the needles were gone. His hand recaptured her breast, but , now she was very aware of the needle somewhere in the room. Trying to keep her mind from anticipating what He was going to do with that bright biting steel, was impossible. Almost so faint as to be an illusion, the tip of the needle traced the pebbled surface of her sensitive areola. DG felt her body stiffen as she unconsciously sought to escape, but she knew that the wrong move could be so much worse. Was this what she wanted?. Was she crazy? The needles fiery tip traced its slow and inevitable path around the nipple that seemed to be harder and fuller than she had ever felt it before. Pinching that nipple hard, He brought the needle to the risen nub and slowly passed it through. DG fought to stifle the cry that strained at her tongue. She felt the hot tears on her eyes for a moment felt she could not breathe, but slowly He released her breast, and she felt the soft weight of the needle on it and he waited until she seemed in control. Grasping her other breast, but slowly, letting her realize that this was to be the same, and to either stop or accept, He brought the tip of a second needle to the hard tip of her nipple. He waited. DG realized she was holding her breath. She forced her lips to open. The air seeped out of her. She breathed in slowly. The needle entered her slowly almost a millimeter at a time. She could see it in her mind’s eye slowly piercing the dark pink skin, forcing its inescapable way through her soft flesh, breaking out the other side. Softly, she moaned. His fingers touched the needles and her body writhed on the bed. DG felt the soft cold touch of a very fine-linked chain, like a necklace, drawn across the skin of her breasts, then one end of the chain was fixed to the needle on the right. The other was fixed to its twin, but the length seemed almost too short, pulling at her breasts. The small pain grew, and DG felt her body accepting this with a sense of pride. She felt His body move away. She could hear Him move about the room. Her body felt more alive and more sensual than she had ever felt in her life. The first touch of the flogger was just a painstakingly slow sweep of her legs. DG knew what it was, and the promise it brought. She shivered with anticipation. Her first flogging. Slowly, indolently, He swept the thin leather strands across her flesh, now up her sides, teasing under her arms, and along the soft flesh of her forearms. Down and across her breasts, tingling with the piercing they had only started to accept. The flogger moved away. The first strike came with a suddenness and fierceness that seized her breath and her awareness. Right across her breasts in three quick hard slaps that seemed to set her soul afire. This time the cry escaped. Pausing, He touched her lips. Then she felt something pressed softly between her lips. It was a soft small rubber penis gag that felt almost obscene upon her tongue. He tied it about her head. She moaned. Now, the flogger descended along her soft skin down to her legs, she was amazed at how different it felt over her abdomen then on her thighs, biting into the soft skin of her inner thighs, as He moved about the bed, striking where He wished, when He wished. DG’s body writhed against the soft sheet as she gave herself up to the sensations. She almost didn’t realize He had stopped. She didn’t know if this was just a pause or a new stage. She found herself accepting and surrendering to the sensations that still raced across her body. The pull of the tie on her ankles, the sting on her side where the flogger tip had cut into the flesh over the bone. The needles that seemed somehow to have become a part of her breasts. She could hear soft whispers. She strained to hear, but then she felt a soft touch on her nipple. Just lightly touching the tip. Almost reverently. Then lips softly kissing the nipple, as a soft tongue came out and traced the straining nipple. Even if she had wanted to ask, the gag with its small cock pressing into her tongue would have prevented it. The soft mouth moved to her other breast, even as soft smaller hands began to caress her bound body. DG shivered. Was this a woman, caressing her, licking her, tasting her blood where the flogger nipped? Writhing beneath the strange but lovely ministrations, DG realized with a part of her that she did not even know she possessed how she must appear, and she found herself, even in the throes of her passion, moving her legs in a deliberately sensuous way that heightened her own awareness of the moist center of her awareness. As though commanded by her movements the unknown hand reached down to cup her damp sexual core. DG moaned into her gag, as the fingers parted the hot, soft lips of her cunt and found the straining clitoris reaching to meet them. The experienced fingers teased and stroked her until DG thought she would have to explode, but never quite let her over the edge. Where was He? Were they alone? Did it matter? Even as she thought she accepted, DG felt the soft lips moving down her abdomen, and realizing what was inevitably to come, she moaned and writhed beneath the expert caresses of her unknown lover. The hot, soft tongue parted her wet opening. DG did not think, or analyze, or worry. She was her cunt. She was the fire that burned through her. The arms that ached stretched above her, now ached to caress the form that lay between her parted legs, as the hair draped over her thighs and the lips drank from her fiery fountain with a sweet abandon that made her tremble. Then the finger entered her anus, and probed deeply, as the tongue teased and with a muffled cry, DG gave herself up to a mind-numbing orgasm that left her panting , crying, laughing and totally free. The bonds came loose, last. She lay still on the soft bed. Her body her own, again. The needles gone. The chain, now a necklace on her neck, softly caressing her skin with a warm remembrance. Distantly, she heard the house come alive. The footsteps and the voices that filled her everyday life. She was surprised to realize that she felt a wave of love for them all. This was her world. She was happy to be back in it. Removing the earbuds of the ipod, she put it in the bottom of her jewelry box. She shivered, as she stood and dressed in her usual jeans shorts and tee shirt. She had almost thought to skip the panties, but that would not have been her. Looking at the jewelry box, DG wondered. Was all of that on the tape? Had she dreamed and in her dream entered her own hungers? Did it matter. How much was the Dream Weaver and how much the Dream? .RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR |
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9/9/2009 6:31 pm |
Rory...i always enjoy your writing so much. You put so much emotion into your stories that it seems for a brief moment i am transported away and perched on an imaginary ledge watching the story play out. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts. ~hugs~ desire
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Wow Rory, another wonderful story, love reading them, whens the next one *s* *Hugs* cazzie
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