~Subject: a night with Cassandra
~Date: Tue, 6 Apr 93 20:28:17 GMT
~Lines: 216


San Francisco, Saturday, 13 March. My Master Alex decided to spend the
evening with a couple of dear friends from up North, while Cassandra
and I played together.  After dinner we went to the beautiful place in
which my Lady lives, and descended a stair that leads to a small,
efficiently furnished dungeon.

The room was well heated, full of fragrant parfumes, with cushions,
candles dimly lighting it all, incenses, an abundant variety of
whips, floggers, canes, paddles, hard stems of plants; its low
ceiling was all covered with mirrors. There were also many ropes,
stools, clean towels, sterile gloves, lubricants - and a beautiful
leather sling, black as night. In the middle of the room there was
a slender column, with a high stool close to it. A modern cassette
desk completed the furniture.

My Lady told me, her voice sweet and musical: "Sit down, please. I want
to speak with you. Yesterday we were all excited for your arrival, and
we had no time to communicate and negotiate. I would like to have as
much information as possible from you, in order to make this night
pleasant and enjoyable for both of us."  I smiled and caressed her small
hands, then answered: "Certainly, my Lady."

"First of all - I began - I suffer *seriously* from arthritis and
rheumatism in my back, and my sinews there are very delicate. You
can of course beat me as strongly as you want there, as I am your
slave, but do know that I feel pain in my back ten times more than
I do in my buttocks. Secondly, Alex and I never played with
excrements, because it's at least somewhat risky and we are not
interested at all in them..."

Cassandra smiled: "I agree with both of you! Go on, darling..."

I continued: "Last, but not least, hot wax is a torture for me. I
like to be cut, burned, whipped, bitten, slapped and so on, but
using hot wax on me is really pushing my limits... as it is to whip
severely my back." My Lady embraced me and said: "About safewords:
I prefer your delicious *yes, yes, yes* to green.  Anyway, yellow
and red are perfect. I like communication, both verbal and non-verbal.
Now are you all right? Do you need to go to the toilet? Do you need
some water?" I answered: "Thanks, my love, but all is perfect with me."

Cassandra, moving beautifully, now made an offer to the Goddess.
I saw her perfect gestures, the long black gown of tender silk
sweet on her luscious body, and in her mouth the beautiful barbell
sign of her tongue piercing. She was really *Cassandra*, holy
priestess and prophetess, and I longer to be her Sacrifice...

At this point she put on the music of "Enigma" and told me to choose
a comfortable position.  I knelt with my belly on a stool, my hands
in front of me, my long hair obscuring my sight. "Laylah - she told
me - remember! I desire communication from you. If there is something
wrong you must inform me immediately.  I love you, my beautiful
one!" "Yes, my Lady.  I love you, my Lady."

She began to lash me with her "fire" whip - this was a wonderful
toy, very light, very soft, and very burning at the same time.
Cassandra gave me a long, sweet, dreamy warm-up. She used her whip
following splendidly the time of the music, and I felt endorphins
flowing in my veins as a hot river. There was music, there was
pleasure, and a light, tingling pain full of sweetness and excitement.
The blows fell on my back and on my buttocks, a delicious rain,
full of energy, magic and sacred spirits.

Cassandra was as if lost in a trance, while I was taking off on
wings of pure delight. Slowly, but steadily, the rhythm and the
strength of the lashes increased. She was very skilfull, an artist
of the whip. Now the blows were concentrated on my back: I felt
the spots she was hitting as hot channels of raw, purified energy,
as silvery brooks of liquid fire, and in my ecstasy and suffering
I began to scream.  How wonderful to be in a dungeon where I knew
I could scream my lungs off, without having to keep it in at all!!!

I screamed and screamed, warm tears filling my half-closed eyes.
My Lady dried my tears, then offered me a sip of water. She tenderly
stroked my hair, and then she continued the whipping. The lashes
now kissed fiercely both of my shoulders.  I cried, I wept, feeling
the pain engulfing me, feeling my sinews aching terribly. I was
happy - happy and satisfied. It was a way of pushing my limits,
and I immensely enjoyed that.

When, rarely, she hit me on my buttocks, just as strong as she was
doing on my shoulders, the difference of pain for me was incredible.
For my bottom the suffering was only of medium strength, for my
shoulders it was almost unbearable. My Lady continued, one with
the music, one with the whip, one with the Goddess.  I offered
myself completely, screaming, weeping, crying out: "Yes, yes, yes!
I give my pain to you, I offer it all to you, to you, Lady, AAAAAH!" -
and, after that, I was without words, just screams and tears.

Cassandra increased the force of the lashes until they reached a
wonderful climax, and, with a last powerful rain of blows, the
whipping was finished.  I continued to scream for a long time
afterwards, before the screams turned back into moans and whimpers.

Then she helped me to change position, and we sat together, embracing,
our souls moved beyond words.  I asked her for a little more light,
to see my marks.  She examined my back, and then: "Wow! You have
a lot of marks! It's incredible for me to see you marked in this
way! with so light a whip! You are so sensitive, my adorable miss
"yes, yes, yes"!".

Now she changed the music; I don't remember exactly what CD Cassandra
put on, but the perfect notes increased the trance we were living,
caressing the spiritual skin of our consciousness.  My Lady positioned
me on the high stool close to the column; then She bound my wrists
with a white rope, and picked up a number of clothespins. She put
one of them on my left breast, kissing me fiercely, then she
positioned three clothespins on her own tits.

Without even touching me at first, she began pinching and caressing
her own breast, and I - a delicious victim of such delicious magick -
felt on my tits the same pleasure and the same pain she enjoyed on
hers. After a while all the clothespins were removed, and Cassandra
began to pinch and to clench my belly, my flanks, my arms.  Again
I screamed "Yes, yes, yes", while red and blue bruises started to
cover the sore spots. Long, ecstatic moments passed, and I offered
myself to Cassandra, the light and the power of the Goddess so pure
and devastating in Her, a white flame of love and energy.

"Laylah - she told me, when again my screams changed to moans - I
love you!" And she slapped my face, many times, sending to me
exquisite waves of pleasure. My Lady then hit my marked and swollen
thigh - the thigh Josh has bitten and clawed so heavily the night
before on her command.  The blows were not that hard in themselves,
but they hurt incredibly on my badly bruised flesh. Again I cried,
new fresh tears streaming down my eyes, new fresh love flowing from
my heart toward this splendid, magic woman.

Cassandra played with my hair, with my breast, with my legs, bruising
my body as a gifted sculptor moulds a statue. At the end she asked
me:  "Laylah, I want to know what you are feeling now, what pain
you are experiencing..." I was still on that high stool, with my
wrists bound, happy, sore, exausted. "Lady - I answered - my back
is aching from your whipping, my cheeks are hot from your slappings,
my arms, breast, belly and flanks hurt from your clenching. My
right thigh is all swollen, and you worked with your hands on the
other one too... Lady, I really believe the only parts of my body
which are not in pain now are my feet!  And I'm so happy, so one
with you and with the Goddess..."

Cassandra smiled, for a long time. Then she unbound me from the
column, positioned me on the black leather sling, and bound me
again, my legs completely opened and accessible. She put on gloves,
used a lubricant, and began to caress my sex. "yes, yes, yes!" I
cried, and: "Please, please, fist me!"  My Lady laughed: "You miss
``yes, yes, yes''! I will not fist you completely, but I will enter
with three or four fingers..."

I saw our reflection on the mirrors of the ceiling: it was all very
exciting!  A young woman, her rosy skin ierced and tattoed, bruised
and marked, in a spreadeagled position, her blonde-reddish hair
flowing, tears of pain and pleasure in her eyes, and another young
woman, raven haired and beautiful, a pulsating solar cutting on
her, her right hand partly inside the hot sex of her slave...

Cassandra gave me pleasure for hours, and I had many orgasms. But
it was really Sex Magic: I felt our union with the Earth and with
the Stars, I enjoyed the ecstasy of death and rebirth, I saw Fenris,
I was with Alex, I was a green plant drinking the light of a new sun.

And then I knew, again I knew with a newborn consciousness, that
all is One, and that our suffering on this planet has a purpose.
In my happiness and my light I suddenly felt Cassandra terrible
anguish and spiritual pain, so strong and breath-taking that I
spoke and asked her: "My Lady, my love, what's?..." She wept for
many minutes, embracing me, without speaking, then unbound me, and:
"We can sit on the cushions and talk".

I tried to go down from the sling, but my head immediately spinned,
my sight was partly obscured, and I said:  "Please, I need some
minutes of rest, I can't make a sigle step now."

My beloved answered: "You can remain on the sling..." And she told
me many things, things I can't write here. Her atrocious suffering
hit my soul with an astonishing power, and I cried with her, we
wept together, our tears mingling, sisters, lovers, friends on the
path to the Goddess. Then she told me: "For all these reasons I
have decided I am and I will be your Shaman, your guide, your
friend, your lover, we'll do SM, and we'll switch, but I will not
be... I will NOT be...  speak of Alex to me, please, tell me what
you feel for him."

I looked at Cassandra, sincerely surprised. I was sure she perfectly
knew everything about the infinite love Alex and I shared and
share... Anyway I obeyed: "Alex is my Master, my slave, my teacher,
my companion, the father of my children, my tower of strength, he
is One with me, our souls communicate even when our bodies are
far... I know him since many lives, I will be one with him forever...
to serve him, to make him happy is the purpose of my life. My heart
would break immediately if... if..." And I wept, Cassandra's pain
a sword in my breast.

She too wept again, and said: "So I was and I am perfectly right:
I will NOT be your Lady in the sense Alex is your Lord and Master,
the relationship you share is too wonderful and unique, and I will
never do anything to... to ruin it, never!  You serve me by serving
in this unique way your Master, I love you both, you and Alex,
wonderful people that you are..." "I love you too, Cassandra, I
love you too..."

We spent in that dungeon almost five hours. Two sweet, intense
women full of love went down there in the late evening, and two
sweet, intense, but very different women, full of a deeper, bigger
love, returned upstairs in the middle of the night.  Thank you,
Cassandra, for the gift without price you gave me. Alex and I will
never forget it, and we'll love you, forever.


Blessed be,
    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