~From lela Sat Nov  07 18:33:35 1992
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
~Subject: Afterwards


Last Monday I woke up feeling one with the Goddess, Her heart on mine, Her
soul inside mine... Full of happiness I began to dress for the beautiful
new day that was in front of me... Suddenly I realized that I could
hardly move my right leg, and that my right hand and arm were aching. I
sat for some moments on the edge of my bed, and I inhaled deeply. "Sweet
Goddess, I love you so much... "

I tried again to move my leg and slowly, painfully and gradually I
succeeded to walk. I understood that no bone was broken - I have had
fractures before, and I *know* how they feel. My mind quickly worked: I
needed a physician, but it would have been better to wait until the most
evident marks have begun to fade away from my body... I remembered with
sweetness the terrible strokes of Alex on the hollows of my knees, on my
arms and on all my body... I shivered, excitation and tenderness mingling
in my soul. 

"Sweet Goddess, I *hope* it was my Lord, I hope it was His hand that made
this..." I smiled, I laughed and I sobbed, thinking to have been blessed
in such a wonderful way...  I told Alex, who was just leaving for work:
"Master, my leg is sore, but I think is nothing serious." "Darling, - he
answered - it's better anyway that you go to the physician one of these
days..." He kissed me, and went away. I took a *light* analgesic and I
lived mu day. I worked, I studied, I wrote, always with endorphins singing
high, always near to a climax. I experienced a very long and blissful
state of trance, that gave me a broader understanding... 

At evening, anyway, I walked lame, and my Lord began to have some
suspect... "Darling, you are limping." "Yes, love, but I'm very happy."
"Laylah, I believe you are happy but... I beated you so cruelly,
especially in the back of your legs! Do you think... I mean, well... it
was *I*?" My Master's voice was really worried. "I hope so, my Master,
tomorrow we'll have the opinion of the phisician..."

I spent my night waking up often, because the slightest movement caused a
large amount of pain to my bruised leg. My happiness increased, and
increased. I was in a warm bed, near my Lord, feeling the rays of the moon
across the closed window, enwrapped by love, bruised by my Master, a
burning sword in my right leg. My Goddess, how great are your blessings!
My heart was a living fire of gratitude and love. 

In the morning I worked, still walking lame, and in the late afternoon I
went to our physician. The bruises on my leg were diminished, but they
were still evident. "Your muscles and sinews are all stretched and pulled,
how did you manage to walk in these conditions? - asked doctor Riccardo -
Did you suffer some blow?" "Well, no... no, doctor." I lied. "Strange -
continued my physician - usually a leg in these conditions is caused
either by an intense sporting activity or by heavy blows or traumas of
some kind... anyway, you have a strong muscular strain. Three days of
rest, and every evening, for five days, an injection of Feldene plus
Muscoril. Besides, don't walk too much!" "All right - I sighed - Thanks,
doc." "OH, one thing more, Mrs. Martelli..." "Yes?" "Take care..."

I reached home flying in an exquisite sky of pure, total bliss. My Lord,
my Lord, *you* did this to me! How can I thank you, my Master, how can I?
When Alex knew what the physician had said his face became as pale as a
sheet. He was worried and troubled. "Laylah, you must rest. I'll help
you..." I interrupted him with a long, breathtaking kiss. Then I *howled*
of joy, Fenris excited and triumphant. I savoured the taste of my muscles
and sinews drinking avidly even the smallest and tinier drops of pain, and
swallowing with big mouthfuls the heaviest part. 

My telepathic channels completely open, I dived into Alex's soul,
embracing it. "Beloved, beloved, don't be so troubled! All is perfect, you
gave me a splendid gift... I'm your devoted slave, ready to die for you.
What's the small problem of my leg? It's only a week of attention and
medicines, nothing more. And this give this unworthy toy an unending
happiness. On the other hand - I continued, changing my tone of voice,
severe now, not tender as before - I'm also a top. As a top I perfectly
understand what you are living now. As a top, if it had been your leg,
I would have enjoyed the savage beauty of it without shame or remorse.
*I* can pull your muscles, if I want... so, stop worring about my leg.
I repeat, as a slave, I adore you. As a sister top, I understand you
and I admire you... Don't waste in worry the time we can spend in love..."

My Lord and slave kissed me, then caressed my hair and finally knelt at my
feet. He was not troubled nor worried anymore. His handsome face was calm
and full of light. "In this life and beyond, my darling." I said.  "In
this life and forever, Laylah" Alex answered. Then he lightly kissed my
bruised leg... 


Blessed be,
      Laylah