From: lela@am.sublink.org (Laylah Martelli)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: A Saturday morning of fire, cane, crop, razor, burns...
Date: 10 Oct 92 22:16:22 GMT

Hi folks!  Thanks again for the great feedback I am receiving.  To
clear up one question which is on almost half the mails: yes it is
all true, I have posted no fiction yet, should I do so I will make
it perfectly clear!  So here goes with another true-life snippet...:

Today, Saturday, 10th October. Alex and I usually don't work on
Saturdays, so this morning I accompanied the children to school
and went to do shopping in a supermarket. I was just choosing
vegetables when I had one of my visions. You know, I believe in a
very peculiar religion; what my Master calls Christian paganist
hinduism, more or less, I don't know if jokingly as he jokes so
often.  Anyway I don't need definition or a label in this case -
as in many others - but I consider myself a pagan with a very open
mind.

Anyway, this morning I visualized again my friend and teacher,
Fenris the Wolf. He was shaking his handsome furry head and spoke
in my mind: "Dear disciple, I think it's time you and your Lord
have an intense shamanic experience together. When you are at home,
with water near, call me and give fire to your left palms, count
to ten, and then dip your hands in the water, briefly."  I was
happy to see Fenris - I always am - but this was the first time he
spoke to me so clearly. "Fenris, I'll dilute the alcohol and ..."
"No, darling, it must be 90 proof".

I asked, a little surprised, "Are you sure, Fenris?" "Yes, dear.
Now I must go for awhile. Blessed be and obey me..." I continued
to do my shopping with an ecstatic heart and throbbing mind: my
cutting, a red line between my breasts, was pulsing and I finished
my chore as soon as possible.

When I arrived at home I immediately informed Alex of my vision:
he was very happy and excited and helped me to prepare the toys.
On the table of the living room we put a water bowl, a towel, a
lighter, a bottle of 90 proof alcohol, and Alex's heavy buckled
belt. I called Fenris, then my Master spread the alcohol on both
our left palms, then with a quick, sure and beautiful move gave
fire to our flesh. Dear Goddess, the flames were of an exquisitely
beautiful color, and the pain was overwhelming. I cried, between
ecstasy and suffering, and extinguished my hand in the bowl just
when Alex said: "Ten". Fenris was clearly seen by my Lord Alex,
and I was feeling his strength being communicated to him.

I swallowed, then I told my Master: "My Lord, it's a sensation more
intense and deep than whip or crop, at least on my left hand." And
I offered him my right one. "My sweetest, I like to put you on
fire..." He kissed my palm, wet it with diluted alcohol, this second
time, and then there was again that delicate blue coloured flame,
and my burning flesh smelling and all my nerves crying... Alex
said:  "You can extinguish it when you want." Soon I did so, and
I embraced my Lord sobbing of happiness. Fenris was near us, and
with him the forest of the North, the pines full of resin, the sun,
the moon...  I blessed the Earth under my feet, and I felt the belt
of Alex on my shoulders - Alex, my Lord so strong, who suffered
the flame so better than me, smiling that wonderful half smile of
total enlightenment, and he DIDN'T extinguish it, but let it go
out by itself...

A belt can be an innocent toy, but with a buckle the sensation can be so
deep to transport you. After some blows my Lord told me: "Come to the
bedroom, slave, my little sweet slave..." I followed him.
"Undress, quickly!" I immediately performed. He bent me on our
chest of drawers and took the cane. "Laylah, do you know that your
buttocks are full of bruises?" "I think so, Master..."  He stood
silent for a second and then: "It's beautiful now, but it will be
much more beautiful with heavier marks. Do you agree?" My heart
jumped of joy: "Of course, Master..."  He began. At each stroke my
flesh was torn, because often he hit the same place, again and
again. I was outside myself, and so happy that I would have cried
to all the world that life is beautiful, that it is a blessing and
that living on this planet is worth it.
Abruptly my Master stopped. "Laylah, I have to work at our computer
for half an hour, then we'll continue."  "Lord, may I ask a
permission?" My voice was very excited; "yes?" "May I shave my
pussy? I read somewhere that when masters see a shaved pussy they
begin to like the idea of having slaves with labia pierced..." Alex
embraced me:  "HOT, HOT, HOT slave! Of course you can..."
I began immediately the operation, using a cream and a razor.
When the blade of the razor caressed my flesh, cutting my pubic
hair, I felt a desire so overwhelming to be cut or branded in that
zone that I called Alex: "Master, Master!" He  arrived in the
bathroom and appreciated the show I offered, nude with a razor in
one hand, and an excited expression on my face. "So, slave, your
shaved pussy is very nice."  I knelt before him: "Please, please
Master, brand me there, cut me there!"  He smiled: "Laylah, Laylah...
you have too much hurry... anyway, one of these days you can buy
a set of razor blades, or something like a scalpel, if you find
it... then you'll have my initials, AM, carved THERE - that Roy
guy has nice ideas. Are you satisfied, now?"  I kissed his legs:
"Yes, yes Master".

Alex returned to work for some minutes, then when I was calmly
washing myself he entered in the bathroom, his beloved face with
the expression that I recognize for that of very heavy scenes...
"Laylah, didn't you want a lot of things, didn't you?" He slapped
me, and continued: "Didn't you want brands and severe stuff, didn't
you?"  I trembled and I followed him in the bedroom, part of my
just washed body not completely dried.  "Down on the bed, your
pussy up! Quickly, and bite this". He put his handkerchief into my
mouth and pushed his cigarette on my right flank.  I arched my body
to him. "Now, darling, this is a cigarette; a hot ring is different..."
After keeping his large ring on his lighter's flame for some seconds
he pressed it onto a spot very near to the first one. I chewed his
handkerchief, and I tried to offer myself, again. It was a morning
of fire and burns...

My Master took his crop and with a sweet smile, ordered me: "Now,
stand up, and embrace me." I did so, and he lashed me five or six
times.  At this point: "Honey, now I want you to count after each
blow. They will be six, no more, but I'll use all my strength, and
I don't want a sound, with the exception of the number. Is it clear?
If you cry, or speak and so on, I'll begin again, and again."  I
embraced him with all my love, I kissed him with all my devotion,
then I said: "I'm ready, my Lord."

My Master is VERY strong, and I use all my will to obey him. After
the second lash my head was spinning, but I managed to say "Two"
anyway.  "Three!" Now my consciousness was flowing in that exquisite
sea of blessing that I reach accepting totally the pain - once
accepted the pain is pain no more, but pure love inflamed, made of
flesh and blood.  "Four" I kissed him.  "Five!" I felt my cutting
pulsating.  "Six" I kissed him again, but this time for a long,
long time...

"Laylah, are you in paradise, or do you want more beatings?"
I answered smiling: "Master, I'm in paradise now and I'll be in
paradise if you hit me more... I'm so happy that I don't Know..."
Alex examined my bottom and tighs and told me: "My God, Laylah, your
buttocks are quite bruised, I'm sure that if I hit them with another
whip ten or twelve times the marks will remain for a long time..."
A slave should always be full of marks, happy, covered with jewels
and sexually satisfied...

To finish the morning my husband and Lord and Master used a very
heavy whip. I assure you that in this moment, while I'm writing to
you, sitting in front of my computer is a major task: my bottom is
very sore, my hands remember well the flames, and my flank the
burns...  Anyway, writing what I lived this Saturday morning is
a pleasure in itself and my soul is so full of light and sweetness
that I would like to communicate them to you.... So thank you, my
dear friends of the net, for your kindness, and bright blessing to
all...
-- 
Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!
I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.

    Laylah Martelli     (lela@am.sublink.org; or, wi.5292@n7kbt.rain.com)