The Darkness
I am sitting in my darkness, admiring my work.
Was it really a week ago that we met? It was a good party. People were having fun. A few brave souls were trying new things. Dilettantes, really. Trying to prove that they could take it. Wincing at the mere brush of my lash. Pretenders playing pretend games.
But you were different.
You came in and stood there. The others came as a mob, using each other to find courage in numbers. But you came in alone.
The others rushed to get through. You waited so that you could have more time.
The others asked for the suede flogger. You asked for the whip.
The others didn’t want marks on their skin. You begged for them.
When I tied your hands behind your back and lay you in the back of my car, you didn’t object. You lay there quietly. Waiting as we rode in the dark. You opened your legs just a bit. And you smiled.
You were still smiling as I cut and ripped off your clothing. You were smiling when I tied your ankles to the spreader bar and your wrists to the hook in the ceiling. You were still smiling as I gagged and blindfolded you.
The cane was harsh. You did not expect that right away. You tried to arch away from the strikes. Your smile faded. You did not like the cane.
But it returned with the flogging. You mewed like a kitten as I flogged your ass with the suede. You giggled and moaned as I use the matching leather pair in a steady barrage. You squealed when you felt the sting of the horsehair.
And then there was the whip. The four foot signal danced with you in a sublime ballet. Your ass moved to its touch. You sang a vocal accompaniment. It was so beautiful.
As are you.
It seems that Einstein was right. It is all relative. Did I say it was a week ago? Maybe it was a month. A year? Time has passed so quickly.
You are still here. And I stand behind you, tracing the map on your body. Here is the night I fucked you for the first time. Here is the night when I suspended you. This mark is when I took your anal virginity. And these lines are the route I took when I covered your body with the lashes of the whips.
The journey that we are taking together in the darkness of my making.
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