From lmartell Sat May  1 16:30:28 1993
From: lmartell
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: a luminous night.
Status: OR


A week ago, late at night.  Our children sleeping peacefully in
their beds, Lucio with his book abandoned on the blanket, Flavia
with the her soft stuffed toy-seal - our present, bought for her
at the Cliff House in SF - tenderly draped on her heart.  My Lord
and I closed carefully the two doors which separe our rooms, and
then we embraced fiercely.

"Beloved, do you want a night of switching and heavy scenes?", Alex
asked me, his left hand on my pierced breast.  "Yes, yes, yes - I
smiled - I can be on top first, then it will be your..." I had no
time to finish my sentence.  Alex threw himself at my feet, kissing
them, licking them, sucking them with an exciting motion. "Slave -
I commanded - prepare the toys on the bed."

Immediately he obeyed, his tall, attractive body making me feeling
wet and demanding at the same time.  I put on a compact disk of
the Pink Floyd, which he loves, and I chose to begin with the heavy
cat, the toy that he prefers among all others. I followed the music
since the very first instant; I felt the music burning in my veins
like hot coals, as I danced in unison with the devastating rhythm.

I worked on his back, gradually and skillfully, enjoying the weight
of the whip in my hand, the heat in my loins, the overwhelming
feeling of being completely in control.  My slave was moaning
softly:  "Lady, it's wonderful, absolutely wonderful... I like it,
I like it..."  His shoulders began to be striped with red and violet
welts, his buttocks to get hot.  The sight of his marks enhanced
my excitement.  I struck harder, harder, harder, my mastership over
him a liquid nectar flowing in my body, my head so clear, my mind
so lucid in the increasing ecstasy.

I was his Lady, his life, his universe.  The rhythm of my blows
became more intense, and, in a perfect, bright moment, I took off.
I went into a deep trance, full of utter beauty. I was the whip
that was hitting him, I was the pain which was devastating him, I
was the inebriating wine of pleasure which was running strongly in
his beloved veins. I was the tears that were streaming down his
face, I was the music, I was the love which united us - the love
so much bigger and purer than our two souls put together.  It was
the first time I experienced a trance so powerful while being on
top, and I felt cleansed and purified.

My slave kissed the cat, his handsome traits more beautiful to me
after the whipping.  "Your belly up, my precious toy.", I ordered.
He performed quickly, but gracefully. I put on his chest two small
clothespins, then I caressed his nipples intensely. He was startled;
he is not accostumed to frequent play in this part of his body,
and the feelings he was experiencing tonight were surprising him.
I bit the salty flesh of his chest, intensely and for a long time,
my white, perfect sharp teeth exquisitely enjoying his submission
and his pain.

I went to the kitchen, and I returned with two candles, one red
and the other white. Every time a drop of hot wax was hitting his
flesh he tried to repress his screams, but his face showed clearly
all the pain he was experiencing. I was cruel, I choose the spots
which I had hit or bit before, and the candle was always very close
to his red and enflamed flesh.  When I then took away both the
clothespins, brusquely, he lost control and screamed, something I
had never seen happen to him; to stop the noise, I kissed him with
all my mounting passion. We were lucky, however, because the kids
didn't awake. I went silently near their beds to check: they were
quiet, their sleep deep, book and seal dropped on the floor. I put
things in order, and I returned to Alex.

In San Marino we had bought two wonderful, professional knives. I
chose to use the bigger one. I looked at the beautiful blade, I put
my lips to it, I passed it on my left arm, feeling the weight and
the familiarity of two close friends. Then I took off the wax on
Alex's chest with it. He was really scared, but his slavery was
perfect as always.  He said, lovingly: "My Lady, my Lady, my love..."
I finished cleaning the wax, and I began to play with the knife,
tracing white scratches, and red ones, onto his flesh.

I felt happy and satisfied. I was holding my beloved knife, I saw
the eyes of my slave full of fear, love and holy surrender. Light,
fire and brightness were around me, and I felt the spirit of the
night coming, sharing this light with me and flying back full of
liquid devotion. My blade drew on his chest an enchanted forest:
a group of graceful lines all together were a small set of living
trees; deeper lines, simple and fluid, were silvery brooks; and
when I worked with the point of the blade, that was a meadow full
of small flowers.

I decided that all was now perfect, to stop here, and told him.
Alex's eyes were full of tears. "I love you, Alex, I love you so
much..."  He answered, his voice full of happiness: "It was great,
Laylah, absolutely great! I am so full of light and joy, so full
of gratitude towards you, that I want immediately to give you the
same wonderful gift!"

His tears dried up, his light-filled eyes hardened, his hands were
clenching the soft flesh of my pierced breast. "Beloved, now I am
on top. Any objections?"  I swallowed: "No, Master".  Now the knife
was in his hands.  The blood was racing so fast in my veins, the
night was so magic...  My Lord scratched me, but he didn't cut me
really.  The huge blade was so menacing, so frightening, and so
beatiful and romantic at the same time. When he finished it was my
own eyes that were full of tears - and my heart almost broken by
too much happiness.

The new, braided heavy flogger from San Francisco fell quickly on
my offered shoulders. My Master's blows were earth and light to
me, and the sweetness of the night was almost unbearable in its
excruciating beauty. I felt my back burning; my eyes were closed,
so from what source could all this holy light come? There was light,
tender light everywhere, light in the sweet heart of night itself.
I felt the stars, without seeing them, I felt the splendour enwrapping
me, with each stroke of the flogger I flew high and deep.

My skin was punished and loved at the same time, my Lord loved me
with each blow, with each stroke, with each hot kiss of his heavy
whip.  The light in my soul changed, it was now a sublime dance of
colours, purple, gold and summer's green. The colours were so
perfect, so vivid; they were tangible in their devastating purity,
and they spoke to me of endless skies and humid hearths. So many
times, during the loving scenes in our life, I have been near an
edge, close to a border, almost at a threshold. And a deeper love,
a truer submission, a purer courage were necessary to cross the
limit, the "shadow line".

So many times: however each and every time the ecstasy is new and
different, and so it was in that luminous night one week ago. Alex
pressed a cigarette on my right flank, to adorn again my spiral -
how many times did I live this experience?  Twelve?  Fifteen? I
think perhaps more, I've lost the count - The pain was ancient and
fresh at the same time; it was so familiar, but also as a newborn
child. I didn't scream, and I kissed his hand, when he put it near
my mouth.  Then I saw my Master taking a step backwards, holding
the heavy flogger, and I felt the whip hitting with full force,
exactly in the place he had just burned.

This time I screamed, if only for a few seconds: my Lord at once
kissed me with all his love, stopping my cries, as I had done for
him shortly before. When I was only moaning, he licked my tears
off my face, and craddled me in his arms. I have lived many nights
full of love and pain, but the light of this one was special.  It
was that light I had seen with closed eyes, the novel realm into
which I entered now that the suffering was to excruciating to bear
any more: and the threshold I crossed was from light into a greater
light.

Blessed you be forever, Alex, for the light you gave me,
    Laylah