"Dancing On Knife's Edge"
by
I'm kneeling naked by the edge of the sheet spread upon the
floor, head bowed waiting.
Fingers roughly grab my hair and throw my body forward, my body laying
face down on the sheet. The familiar voice of my Dom, my lover in my
ear saying "You like it rough, huh?" "Yes Sir" I reply quickly and a
bit breathlessly.
No gentle warm up for me this time. He spanks my ass smartly, forcing
a cry from me. More slaps with his hand, his other hand still entwined
in my hair. Rapidly he progresses from spanking with his hand to his
other toys. The feel of a leather paddle strikes upon my ass, hard,
unrelenting, and striking rapidly in one spot until I cry out.
Switching to another spot on my ass until I cry out again, and another
and another until it is back in the first spot, repeating, all the
while cries are escaping my lips, getting more intense as it continues.
A pause, time to catch my breath and await what will befall me next.
Wham! The leather strap cuts across my red hot ass, again and again.
This is no ordinary night, no gentle build up of tolerance, just an all
out assault to my senses, just what my body has been craving. The
leather strap cuts across me again, I cry out.
Out of nowhere my senses are jarred. He places a hand upon my shoulder
and presses my body forcefully into the floor. Another hand pressing
upon me on my calf, again and again a hand is pressed upon my body.
Making my body jump and shake with each pressing.
Slap, slap, slap the leather paddle strikes again, making me spasm and
yell with the sudden shift of focus. The toys blend into each other,
the strap, the paddle, the crop, and other toys.
The focus has shifted again, I feel fingers digging into my ribs,
determined to have me cry out in a different way. I find myself
yelling and laughing as he continues to tickle and draw out my laughing
cries. Wham, wham, wham the strap cuts across my ass, surprising me
once again with the sudden change of focus.
Pausing the strikes upon my ass to once again to press my body hard
into the floor, arm, leg, shoulder, leg, shoulder, shoulder, arm, leg,
no pattern, my body twitching and gasping which each new assault.
Again a sudden jarring as something else slaps my ass relentlessly.
Once again the slapping my ass continues, causing me to cry out both in
pain and pleasure.
His hands are once again pressing me to the floor. I am shuddering and
gasping. My body is beginning to feel distant, I am not altogether
there. I feel his hand pressing upon me. Now not just his hand but
his body is pressing upon me pinning me so I can't move, his hand is
once again entwined in my hair, pulling my head back, and then forcing
it to the floor also pinned.
A knife is pressed upon my face near my ear, pressing into my skin. My
breath is quickening, I am afraid I will be cut. My heart is racing, I
don't know where I am or who I am with, all I can feel is the knife
pressing into my skin. Heartbeats later my senses return, I can still
feel the knife pressed near my ear, but I remember who I am with, I
remember that I am with my Dom and have complete trust in him. My body
relaxes and then I slowly feel the knife drag along my skin sending
shivers throughout my body.
The fingers tighten in my hair again, and if possible I feel even more
pinned. Once again the knife is felt upon my face, pressed hard into
my skin, panic strikes again, the fear of being cut races through me
mind, breath and pulse heightened in my fright. I can feel my
heartbeat pulsing through me, I am afraid once more, but once again I
remember I am with my Dom and I relax, and once more the knife traces a
path along my skin.
A third time the knife is pressed to me, this time near my eye. I am
gasping for breath and feeling my heart racing. The only thing I know
the only thing I can feel is the knife right under my eye, pressing
into me, terrified that it will cut me. Gasping and afraid I lay
there. The knife presses a little deeper, I gasp, but then something
within me tells me I am safe, I am with my Dom, and he will never hurt
me. I relax and feel the knife trace its way down my cheek.
Slowly the fingers in my hair relax. The pressure of being pinned
eases, and I feel the relaxing weight of my Doms body upon mine.
Reassuring and comforting. That is all I know. At this point my mind
has left my body and I journey deep within subspace, while safely
within his arms.
- The End -
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