The Contract and the Ceremony
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,059
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Contract and the Ceremony
You open your eyes to nothing. You don't really see the darkness, it's more like you feel it. It engulfs you, surrounds you until there is nothing else in your mind. Darkness upon darkness upon darkness. Your ears hear your wheezing, caused by the collar that chokes you just enough. Your body feels the slight squeeze on your throat; it feels the dark silk tied around your head; it feels the ropes and chains that bind you to the bed. Your mind and heart feel only darkness.
A light brush sends lightning up your spine and blood to your center. A gentle kiss causes your heart to beat in strange ways. A whisper leaves you shivering uncontrollably. A flash of light and a cry of pleasure/pain pull your mind out of the darkness. The warming that you feel on your rear. The tingling, the after-effect of the hand that was brought down on your ass, makes you remember where and what you are. The pull of the leash and the angry order bring you back to reality.
"I said silence!"
You nod and hold back a whimper, succumbing to your owner in every possible way. Your body has belonged to her for quite a while, your mind more recently, your life from tonight on. You've taken the final step in your slavery. The contract is signed, in your blood no less, and sits not 4 feet from you at the moment. What's happening now is the ceremony that tests your loyalty and devotion.
Another flash of light, but no cry of pleasure/pain. You hold it in, let the fire that spreads from your rear build the lust burning in your chest. It heightens every sense you have. The blackness you're drowned in becomes blacker. The taste of the blood in your mouth is more metallic. The rubbing of the ropes, and cold of the metal, is rougher and icyer. The sound of your Mistress's breathing is intensified. The smell of her perfume is almost choking now. Everything is magnified and sharpened.
The third flash of light and the fire is raging. Your body is pulsating. Your breaths are sharper, more constricted. Your ability to keep still is tested, pushed to it's limits. You can't imagine holding out through another one. You scream for mercy, for release, in your mind. You imagine grovelling and begging at your Mistress's feet, hoping for mercy and forgiveness. The idea entices and disgusts you. How could you possibly disobey? How could you live with yourself afterwards?
The fourth flash and you somehow suppress the fire. You break out in sweat over your entire body. The amount of will needed to keep from crying out in ecstasy drains you mentally and consumes your mind. "Don't scream! Don't scream! Don't scream!" The amount of will needed to keep from releasing your ecstasy all over the bed drains your body. "Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't cum!"
The fifth flash sends you over the brink. You scream in extreme pleasure, more than you've ever experienced before. Your body quakes with the power of the orgasm, blanking out your tortured mind, sending you into nothing but more blackness. Your physical being collapses into your own seed, a small drip of spittle running out onto the pillow while your mental being is encased in pure ecstasy. Your mind slowly cleares...
"For cumming before allowed you will receive 10 more."
A light brush sends lightning up your spine and blood to your center. A gentle kiss causes your heart to beat in strange ways. A whisper leaves you shivering uncontrollably. A flash of light and a cry of pleasure/pain pull your mind out of the darkness. The warming that you feel on your rear. The tingling, the after-effect of the hand that was brought down on your ass, makes you remember where and what you are. The pull of the leash and the angry order bring you back to reality.
"I said silence!"
You nod and hold back a whimper, succumbing to your owner in every possible way. Your body has belonged to her for quite a while, your mind more recently, your life from tonight on. You've taken the final step in your slavery. The contract is signed, in your blood no less, and sits not 4 feet from you at the moment. What's happening now is the ceremony that tests your loyalty and devotion.
Another flash of light, but no cry of pleasure/pain. You hold it in, let the fire that spreads from your rear build the lust burning in your chest. It heightens every sense you have. The blackness you're drowned in becomes blacker. The taste of the blood in your mouth is more metallic. The rubbing of the ropes, and cold of the metal, is rougher and icyer. The sound of your Mistress's breathing is intensified. The smell of her perfume is almost choking now. Everything is magnified and sharpened.
The third flash of light and the fire is raging. Your body is pulsating. Your breaths are sharper, more constricted. Your ability to keep still is tested, pushed to it's limits. You can't imagine holding out through another one. You scream for mercy, for release, in your mind. You imagine grovelling and begging at your Mistress's feet, hoping for mercy and forgiveness. The idea entices and disgusts you. How could you possibly disobey? How could you live with yourself afterwards?
The fourth flash and you somehow suppress the fire. You break out in sweat over your entire body. The amount of will needed to keep from crying out in ecstasy drains you mentally and consumes your mind. "Don't scream! Don't scream! Don't scream!" The amount of will needed to keep from releasing your ecstasy all over the bed drains your body. "Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't cum!"
The fifth flash sends you over the brink. You scream in extreme pleasure, more than you've ever experienced before. Your body quakes with the power of the orgasm, blanking out your tortured mind, sending you into nothing but more blackness. Your physical being collapses into your own seed, a small drip of spittle running out onto the pillow while your mental being is encased in pure ecstasy. Your mind slowly cleares...
"For cumming before allowed you will receive 10 more."