~Subject: my first night in San Francisco
~Date: Sun, 28 Mar 93 19:04:00 GMT
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After a flight of eleven hours from London, we arrived at San Francisco
about 3.30 p.m. of Friday 12 March.  Alex and I were tired and excited
at the same time, during the inevitable burocratic operations.  Our
landing was before the scheduled time, so it was with immense joy,
surprise and relief that we saw Her, already waiting for us, beautiful
as a dream-vision.

Cassandra and I embraced immediately. I drank avidly the perfect
beauty of her black, curly hair, of her splendid pale face, her
deep, languid eyes, her moist, red lips, her exquisite body, dressed
in light silk shirt and trousers, the sweet form of her delicious
breasts... I embraced and kissed her, again and again, until Alex
said: "Laylah, darling, may I?"

My Master and my Lady hugged each other, then we laughed, for a
long time, relieving tension. Then Cassandra phoned to Josh, and
we went to a snack bar and sat down, ordering tea and orange juices.
When I had my tea in front of me I asked Cassandra: "May I drink,
Lady?"  "Yes, of course", she answered, smiling, her musical voice
caressing my ears...

Many feelings and emotions were dancing in my heart, all intense
and powerful, all deep and moving, all at the same time: the joy
to be in San Francisco, finally, the fear to disappoint loves and
friends, the desire to play hard, the worry to be not perfect as
I wanted to be, the poetry and the Goddess near me, the lack of
sleep and the sweet tiredness, the love for Alex burning in my
inner soul as a bonfire, Alex, my eternal tower of strength, my
very life...

My hands were caressing Cassandra's hands, while she and Alex were
talking.  A strange, liquid sense of unreality engulfed me, and I
forced myself to repeat: "I'm in San Francisco, I'm in San
Francisco...".  After a while Josh arrived, and we embraced, all
four together, my heart beating fast, so fast. Josh is one of the
most handsome and striking men I've ever seen, full of power and
dance, a spring of natural animal force, splendid.

We knew there was a party at XX's house (oops! I forgot to ask
permission to mention her...), that evening.  Alex looked at me;
"We could spend there only few hours, then we can go to rest at
our hotel, what do you think, Laylah?" Immediately I agreed. The
driving was very long, and I enjoyed the wonderful sight of the
city, full of lights and hills, a collar of pearls around the neck
of the Ocean.

When we reached the place, my heart was beating faster than before,
if possible.  We saw there many nice people: XX, with clothespins on
her breast, Kayvan, so masterful, and so handsome, who was topping
her; STella and her husband; Charles, tall and fascinating; and
other players, who greeted us in a kind way.  I hugged STella for
a long time, telling her how I felt: immediately she reassured me
repeating the same words she had told me by phone: "Laylah, you
can never disappoint anyone, if you are always yourself."

Now I knelt at Cassandra's feet, looking at her with adoring eyes.  She
grabbed me by my hair, and began to caress me.  Josh and Alex had
negotiated a whipping, and I knelt gazing with rapture at the scene.
Alex, completely naked, draped his body on a low stool, breathing deep,
offered and relaxed.  Josh began to warm him up, gradually, with
consummate skill.  My love was moaning very quietly, his eyes closed,
his submission perfect.  Slowly the lashes became stronger, and Josh
began to move in a fluid way, progressively removing his clothing.
When the blows fell with a strong noise on Alex's back, and his breath
changed rhythm, Josh was completely naked, his body a perfect sculpture
like the ancient Greek ones from Riace, his muscles shining during the
swift movements.

He hit Alex harder, and harder, dancing, really dancing a dance of
splendid savage beauty, his incredible energy burning as a sun in
front of me.  And my love was shining with a different, but not
less splendid fire: his face full of light, light on his naked,
bruised shoulders, light on his back full of red and violet welts.

Stronger, and stronger Josh flogged him, until a climax was reached
and, the whip removed, Josh then used his nails on Alex's bruised
flesh, the energy so intense to be almost tangible. I was very proud
of my love, and full of admiration for Josh, who was now moving around
the room, full of animal force.

I was always kneeling at Cassandra feet.  I saw my Lady calling
Josh, and heard something like: "Be my tool!".  My Lady then kissed
me intensely, for a long time.  I felt Josh's teeth on the inner
part of my right thigh, playing sweetly with my flesh, for a while.
Then the force increased, and increased, until he bit me savagely,
a wild tiger with perfect freedom.

I screamed for a long time - there were no children around, then,
and no difficult neighbours - I screamed until my lungs ached,
tears streaming down my face, the eyes of Cassandra severe and
beautiful above me. Josh continued to bite my thigh, then slapped
it very hard for some minutes. After this he clenched my bruised
flesh until I cried again, his hands hard as iron on my tender
offered body.

Cassandra kissed me again, with fierce passion, and stroked my
hair. And again Josh bit my thigh, stronger and stronger, and I
screamed, the pain so intense I understood I was close to safeword.
Then my thigh was slapped severely, without interruption, then I
felt those terrible teeth again...  At this point my head was
spinning, and my heart was beating so fast.  Lost in an ocean of
pain and pleasure I listened to Alex's voice: "Josh, she is almost
bleeding..."

New slaps on my hot, burning flesh, then kisses, and caresses...
I wept for a long time, Alex, Josh and Cassandra hugging me, speaking
softly to me, their beautiful bodies, their beautiful souls embracing
me and my loving heart. My thigh was actually a sight, swollen,
bruised, full of blue and violet marks, my skin hot and almost
torn. The hit area was about twenty inches long and eight wide.
I felt so happy, so happy, I couldn't find the words to properly
thank Josh and Cassandra. So I kissed and licked their hands,
smiling the most sweet of my smiles.

That night, before sleeping I caressed Alex's bruised shoulders,
and he kissed my devastated thigh. "I love you so much, my Master
and my slave." I whispered to him. "I love you without limits, Laylah"
"I love them, too, Master" I continued - I'm so proud they have marked
me... and you, oh, I'm so happy we are here, at last..."

Alex kissed me, then added: "I'm happy, too, my sweet slave, and
I love them dearly too, but remember: you can love these splendid
persons, you can play with others, you can be marked by them, but
you are MINE, don't forget this, slave, MINE!"  I kissed his hands,
lovingly:  "Yes, Master, I'm yours, and our love is special..."

"Laylah, you don't know it fully, I think, but it's more than
special, our love is something bigger and more shining than our
two lives and souls put together, it's a spiral, a fire always
burning..." And then we fell asleep, happy and satisfied. Thanks
a lot, Josh and Cassandra, for that beautiful first evening, and
for the other beautiful evenings spent in the Bay area... We'll
not forget them!


Bright blessings,
    Laylah
	--
    You bite my slender wrists, my frail and fiery flesh,
    You drink the cutting taste of lips and breached sunsets
 
Laylah Martelli: 
lela@am.sublink.org,lmartell@nyx.cs.du.edu,an1826@anon.penet.fi