~Subject: an evening with STella
~Date: Thu, 8 Apr 93 06:13:24 GMT
~Lines: 166


Tuesday, March 16. I spent the afternoon at Muir Woods, with Cassandra.
We walked amongst the trees, feeling intense life and pulsating energy
in them - redwoods, as ancient as forgotten dreams, as kind as mothers,
as patient as the mountains... I embraced a trunk, caressing the rough
bark, begging the tree to give me part of his energy, offering him my love.

Cassandra and I spoke a lot, hand in hand, refreshed by the beauty of
plants, trees, flowers and brooks. Happiness is more vivid in a natural
setting, pain is comforted and shared. We returned to San Francisco,
feeling new and vivified. When we entered our hotel room Alex was there.
First we three played together for half an hour, switching.

It was since March 11, the day of our departure from Italy, that I was
always begging my Master for a new burn to adorn my spiral with.

Now I repeated my prayer - my body was bruised by the hands of wonderful
friends and loves, but I needed His holy hands on my flesh. "Please, my
Lord, something for my spiral..."  I threw myself at his feet, kissing
them devotedly. Alex answered, and made me incredibly happy: "Yes, now
it's time. As we have nothing better, I'll use my ring."

And all we had to heat it was the flame of a lighter - not a good,
steady, reliable way.  We were all three sitting on our large bed. My
Master put his ring on the flame of his lighter, for a long time, but
perhaps not in the right part of the flame, because when he pressed it
on my right flank I felt only a light pain, and the mark was only
somewhat evident. On my prayer, my Lord repeated the procedure, this
second time aiming squarely for the hottest limbs of the flame - and
getting them: when he put the ring on my flesh I felt it completely hot,
fierce and terrible as a real burn must be.

Huge waves of pleasure were drunk by my ecstatic body, I didn't scream,
I only moaned, while Cassandra was keeping my flank still and Alex was
looking at the mark, now visibly satisfied. In the face of my beloved
Master I read pride, love, power and adoration; his happiness was
spring's sun and magic's moon to me. Again I was marked, again he had
reaffirmed his ownership on me.

The phone rang. STella, and her husband wjr, were waiting for us in the
hall of our hotel. We kissed one last time, then went down to meet our
friends.  I hugged them lovingly, smiling a lot. The pain on my flank
was so good!  And my right thigh was so swollen, still from Friday's
scene, that each step I took was like an SM adventure... :-)  We had
dinner at a mexican restaurant, at walking distance from our hotel.  It
was lightly raining; for once I felt each warm drop of water as a kiss
from the Goddess, as Alex has always prompted me to, a blessing, not an
annoyance.  What wonders a fresh burnwound performs upon my soul!

The food was tasty and delicious. wjr did not speak much, but always
sent to us a lot of waves of friendship, love and good feelings.  I was
really in a splendid mood. We returned to our hotel chatting and
laughing. Cassandra greeted us and went home. STella immediately gave us
a nice gift: a whip made with chains full of small bronze balls, short
and very heavy, called by Alex "thud toy".

Alex was very interested in trying soon the new toy, both ways. The
scene began with STella hitting Alex's buttocks: he was moaning his best
moans of pleasure - piggy, piggy, piggy :-) -  and explaining that the
pain was *deep*. Then my Master played on STella, and the athmosphere in
the room was getting better and better all the time. (wjr didn't play
that evening, because he was very tired, but his nice feelings helped us
a lot.)

It was my turn now to use the whip on STella. I hit her right arm, strong
and for a long time. She was sitting on a comfortable armchair, naked, her
generous body full of marks, scars and beautiful cuttings. "Laylah - she
instructed me - if you prefer NOT to break my bones, please hit only in
this area of my arm". I did as she requested, using all my affection to
create a satisfactory scene.

STella was happy, smiling and moaning. She never cried, she never moved.
She offered her now badly bruised arm to my severe blows, with an
overwhelming sweetness, and a very positive energy. I whipped her hard,
as she desired. And I took off, glad of her offer, serene and radiant in
my topping. Yes, dear friends, I travel in an altered state of
consciousness not only as a slave or a bottom, but also as a top. The
sensation is very different of course - but extremely pleasant, anyway!

When finally I stopped, STella's arm was red, bruised and hot. We
hugged, laughed and then: "My turn now, dear one? But you are not fat at
all, the only place I'll hit will be your buttocks." I positioned myself
on our large bed, and I relaxed completely. STella began with a wonderful
warm-up, during which I felt the small bronze balls of the whip
caressing me in a sensual way. Then, gradually, the force of the blows
increased, while endorphins travelled fast in the rivers of my veins.

My mind was in a blue sky, my body was living a beautiful experience.  
I was very far, and at the same time very near, close to the hearts of
these beloved friends. I swam a long time in a clear lake of joy, when,
suddendly, the voices of Alex and STella reached me: "I think it's all
right, STella, I feel she has no problem." "Yes, but I'm hitting very
hard, now, and I like communication. She is so silent..."

Kind hands shook me gently. "Laylah, do you remember your safeword? Do
you enjoy?", STella asked me. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm very well, I was
flying..." She continued the whipping. For some minutes it was very
hard, because I had to re-enter gradually my trance-state, but soon I
was able to feel the pain and to travel at the same time. My buttocks
were very sore, in a deep way. The rhythm was perfect.

When all was finished I heard STella saying: "I never hit anyone so hard
with this kind of whip. And, look! She has only a few marks! This is
another characteristic of this toy, if used on buttocks. Laylah,
tomorrow you will have problems to sit down!", and warmly and sweetly
she smiled.  I smiled, too, still flying, and so, SO happy! Then we
hugged. After some minutes we were programming the stars which we
had already promised STella we would mark on her.

"I don't think I can do a proper job branding you, STella, as we had
mooted originally...", I said; "a good branding takes more experience
than I have, really, and just too many things can go wrong and make it a
poor one..."  "Rather", proposed Alex, "we could share the five-pointed
star that I was to cut on you with a hot blade... well, actually now I
think I have mastered the magick of the six-pointed shape as well - but
it's a complex and tricky thing, magickally I mean, so I think we should
stick with the five-pointed".

"Well OK", said STella, "but if I get only one star from the two of you,
it will have to be biggger, to make up!".  "Of course, darling", Alex
agreed, "there, let us see...".  And with a marker, and freehand, he
managed to sketch an almost perfect pentangle on STella's front left
thigh.  Alex always says he cannot draw, but when he forgets he cannot
draw and lets the genes of his painter ancestors take over, he sometimes
is amazing to me!

STella seemed satisfied, but, at the same time, terrified - and again
she explained to us the long-past memories behind that terror of burns,
and how she thought we could help with that.  "Of course, dearest - and
a hot-blade cutting is just the right way to go over it, gradually:
halfway the nature and the feeling of a cut, which you know and love,
halfway that of a burn, which you fear... here, let me show you the
technique, to reassure you fully; I'd rather you look forwards to it
with your eyes fully open.  Laylah, come here!".

I sat close to my Master.  Alex put his knife on his lighter, waited
until all the blade was black, then pressed it on my right flank, not
far from the angry red mark of his ring. Then he cut, plunging the edge
rather deeply.  I started moving myself towards the blade, but he
stopped me at once - "Laylah! I've told you a thousand times - it's
*dangerous* to move in this way while I'm cutting you!" And to STella:
"The mark IS nice, isn't it?" I felt myself surrounded by love.  Love my
Lord gave me, with his ring and with this cutting; loving affection
STella had given me, with her delicious whipping. Life was a tender
circle of love, exquisite pain, and pleasure.

We talked for awhile more, then STella and wjr prepared to leave.
"Laylah and Alex - STella's husband said - if next Friday it should not
be possible to organize something nice, we'll prepare a party in your
honour in our house, Saturday night!"  STella was very happy and very
surprised: "Yes! - she cried - Yes! And then I'll have my new star!" We
hugged and said goodby to our sweet friends.

Thank you, STella for those beautiful hours, for your sweetness, and for
your strength. You are an affectionate friend and a wonderful human
being, and I'm very honoured to have known you personally. Blessed be,
my beloved star.

 
And bright sparkling blessings to you all, friends of the net,
       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