From: lela@am.sublink.org (Laylah Martelli) Subject: A full moon night Date: 24 Oct 92 22:54:10 GMT Bologna, two weeks ago, in the middle of the night. I opened the window of my bedroom and saw a bright, pearly full moon. The bare branches of the trees embroidered a fine lace pattern on the smooth surface of the disk. The smell of the autumnal wet earth was sensual and almost tangible. I breathed deeply, inhaling the fresh fragrance that came from the garden. Suddendly I felt Fenris near me, and after a few moments I saw him, with the eyes of the inner vision. He was in ecstatic contemplation of the moon, and so happy, that the gigantic waves of his joy hit the doors of my consciousness, opening it completely. I had my menses, as usual. I'm generally synchronized with the moon. As every month in the past, also this time it happened that my sense of touch was extremely acute and developed. I felt the season with its beauty, its sadness and its poetry, and welcomed the wind that began to embrace me. "Sweet slave - Alex told me, caressing my shoulders - isn't it breathtakingly beautiful?" "Yes, my Lord - I answered - and I can feel it." "Darling, I would like to do a very simple, splendid thing: whipping you until both my arms are tired, nothing else." "It's just perfect, my Master!" I cried. Alex closed the window and tenderly undressed me. "Offer your backside, sweet slave." he said. I did so. He took the crop and began to lash my bottom. My Goddess, the strokes were perfectly given. They reached my very sensitive skin and flesh, and made my heart glow of happiness... I felt every microscopic particle of the leather, I distinguished the nuances, the slightest differences of strength and motion. I was just leaving for another world when my Lord changed rhythm, and the lashes fell very close, like a thick rain. My eyes were closed. I was inside the full moon, I heard Fenris' howl and I felt as every blow of the crop would be synchronized with my heartbeat. Another strong lash and I was the blood flowing in my veins, red and beautiful and pulsating. A full force lash on my thighs, and I was the wet earth outside, opened, offered and trampled. My Lord and Master changed hand. A fierce blow on my face, and I cried, a golden sword hitting my lips, a glory of colours dancing in my mind. Three close strokes on my already bruised bottom, in the same place, and I was a branch torn from its tree and immediately healed and connected again. Then his incredible voice "Change position, sweetest." I felt his hands turn me, exposing my breasts and flanks. Now there was a rain of blows on my arms and breasts, and I was in a strange land, running with Fenris, barefoot, and my energy shining. "Thank you, thank you, my Master... oh, Master, you hit so well..." I opened my eyes, and I saw Alex taking a step back and grasping the crop with both his hands. I inhaled deeply. The crop hit my flanks as a burning fire, and for some seconds I saw only the blackest black of a moonless night, before being led again to light by his able strokes on my thighs and neck. Then a thing not new for me: my Master covered my eyes and nose with his left hand and lashed again my cheeks. My heatbeat quickened and I happily licked some drops of blood from my lips. Suddendly I perceived the most wonderful smell of the world, an intense fragrance of wisteria, so tangible, so impossible in this season. The crop danced inside my breasts, covering the area inside them of red thin lines, drawing a violet web in the most delicate points, near the nipples and areole. Again I was the moon, again Alex's lashes made me wander in the universe. My Lord hit my pussy, but this time lightly, tenderly, slowly. I arched myself to him, and he continued with soft strokes until I came, breathing heavily, squirming and moaning words without sense. Then Alex made me change position again, and the target became again my bottom. The blows were all close now, and I sobbed, full of endorphins but overwhelmed by his quick motion that gave me no pause. He hit, and hit, and hit, often in the same spot; and I was the earth when she is ploughed, and I felt that the pain was good, so good and right... I thought: "Now my Master will change place and rhythm." But he didn't. He surprised me, continuing the rain on my bottom, until I was so sore there that I cried: "Please, Master no more there... please change, please change, I can't resist anymore, please..." But he hit me four times again with all his left strength, before returning to my breasts. Twice the crop fell on my nipple, and I felt my eyes full of tears. At the end the blow was so strong and I felt so bruised that I cried "Yellow, yellow, Master." He immediately diminished the force and hit the inside of my thighs so ably that in few minutes I was glowing of pleasure and ecstasy. Oh, my goddess, I felt Fenris's howl so deep and clear that the lashes on my flanks and arms led me in our celtic wood full of cold, fire and blood. My Lord hit again, harder, and there I was near my starry sky. He hit again, and I was completely lucid, lucid and fascinated by his power and strength. He hit again, he spoke without words, he spoke of beauty, enlightenment, love, his crop a lance of love and pain, and I answered with my body, every motion a ray of love devotion happiness. At the end his whip felt so good, so good and heavy that my flesh welcomed it with fresh adoration. Lashes on my shoulders, lashes on my backside: I sobbed, I wept, I said: "Lord soon I will say yellow again" He answered: "Soon it will be finished, because both my arms are aching..." He put together all his remaining force and hit my bottom, in the same spot, six times... "Kiss well these hands, slave. I think they have largely deserved it." I did so, gratefully, then I embraced him. The window was closed, but I felt the rays of the full moon caressing my bruised body, and I blessed them, once, then twice, before falling asleep. -- Immensity so vast my thought is drowned // and sweet it is to sink into this sea Laylah Martelli (lela@am.sublink.org; or, wi.5292@n7kbt.rain.com) DON'T worry about rutgers' "host unreachable" messages, your mail DOES get here!