darkness

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The gag slips into his mouth.
Silencing him.
The blindfold is knotted behind his head.
Blinding him.
The rope tightened around his wrists and ankles
Securing him.
Breath hitting the walls. Hers from fluttering nostrils, his from steady needful ones.
Sounds, motion, pain floating across his skin, the low hum of energy from Your guiding hands.
Guiding him.
Past the easy place, the quick burst of gentle release of his breath.
Past the level where it hurts but it still feels good.
Into the place where the slickness slips away, where nothing matters more than getting away from the source of Your sadistic pleasure.
The incessant buzz.
The vibration shaking him, rattling his pleas for mercy into disjointed bits, scattered into the gag, not making sense.
Smiling gently, She asks Her bound pet if he understands She will not stop untilS he drives him to the dark.
he shakes his his head yes, says something but it's lost.
As he is falling, spirialing down.
Wave after wave, tremor upon tremor.
Orgasms of pain to learn from, he prays he's worthy to understand Her sadistic side.
Not pretty but painful. Not sweet but scary, like the things that keep You awake at night that i cannot see.
his body, contracting. Possessed by the hope that he can get freely open to the pain.
NO. The only exit door is the one he is hiding from.
Falling.
Further.
Hitting walls, scraping his mind, body and spirit along jutting edges and sharp points of Her need to give hurt and pain.
Silent.
Blind.
Secure.
Screaming.
Every muscle taunt, hardening to Her touch; living .. breathing into the marble like hardness of Her desire.
Joints creaking, nerves grinding.
All the gears in the boy's head halted.
Then.
he hits.
Bottom.
She sees him try to breathe, stops, smiles at a boy trying to be a man a bit more.
Waits for him to mentally drag himself off the bottom.
As he sorts his rubbery thoughts, panting in pain, thinking She is done...
She pushes him back down into the darkness.
Downward spiral, forced to the bottom.
Holds him there.
he has not earned the right to escape through the door.
But when She's finished .. he'll know Her darkness ...

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago
Holds him there

it's not pretty

tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT

doesnt control the mind. TK U MLJ LV NV