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| For You, My Darling Master... |
| By Silkyropes |
We spent the day together... It had been an erotic, yet relaxing and passion-filled day. We were going to Paddles later that night, yet we were so exhausted from our earlier lovemaking, that we were both a little "out of it". I was thinking of asking Him if we could stay home, so we could have a quiet evening together. However earlier in the week He had bought me a lovely new scene outfit to wear, therefore I knew He really wanted to dress me up and go out. This is why I didn't say anything.
We had talked earlier about doing a piercing scene, He knew it was a hard limit for me But in he end I had agreed to it, for Him. I continually find myself wanting to do anything, to please Him. This would be for me, my ultimate attempt Piercing was something I had never considered "negotiating" with ANYONE! Even after having agreed to being pierced, I was silently praying He would decide against it, or simply just not go through with it... it had even occurred to me that He bought the needles, and talked about it, only as a tactic to scare me...
We began to get dressed for the evening; I helped Him on with His latex outfit. He looked wonderful. I thought to myself that any woman would be proud to be seen with Him. Sometimes I just look at Him, into His eyes, and wonder what makes him so attractive to me. He is extremely good-looking, in a rugged way, but that isn't what makes me long for His touch. There is something about the way He looks at me. Nothing more than a glance from Him, will put me on my knees at his feet.... or standing with my eyes downcast, my hands behind my back.... awaiting His command.
I got dressed, wearing a black leather waist cincher, long full black lace skirt, black patent leather high heels, I was carrying the last part of my outfit, the black veil, the finishing touch. I had my hair up, as to not interfere with the look of the outfit, and yet more important, to keep it out of the way for Him, when He wants to gag me. This was His favorite fetish, a big ball gag, placed deep in my mouth, the strap secured snugly around my head.
We got to Paddles, and we both went into the bathroom, so He could help me put the veil on, and take off my coat. The veil reached slightly above my bare tits, the look was totally exotic. I glanced at myself in the mirror, not believing the person I was looking at was really me.... it looked like the face of a stranger, yet it was the face of the slave who belonged to Him.... to My Master, the man who would, this very evening, take me to places I had not yet dared to go....
He sensed the thought in my mind, as He stood behind me, looking at me in the mirror. He turned me around, and kissed me, deeply, passionately, and for a fleeting moment, there was nothing else.... i felt only His lips on mine, his tongue probing.... I felt my knees get weak... the tingle started deep inside me, the feeling I have never experienced with anyone else before Him. He does things to me that send me into another time and place... a place where nothing else matters... it is only me, and Him....
He held my shoulders back, and gently pushed me away, smiling, as He told me I was beautiful.
We stepped out, into the room... it seemed all eyes were now upon us.... He looked amazing in his latex.... His tall body, perfectly formed, well muscled, the most handsome man in the club, and in my eyes, the most handsome man in the world. I stood a step behind Him.... eyes downcast.... yet I could feel the stares. Then, I heard nothing but His voice leading me. I ignored everyone, everything, following and concentrating only on Him.... As we walked He would stop, say something to someone, or introduce me..... I would take His lead, speaking only if told to do so, or simply acknowledge the other person with a smile.
He led me into the medical room.... the most brightly lit room in the club. This was where He added the "accessories" to my already exotic, attention-g etting, outfit. I was wearing my collar. He then attached a chain around my tits, holding them, pulling them up, and closer together. He attached the end of the chain to the ring in my collar. He then locked my cuffed hands behind my back, and took out His favorite toy, the large ball gag. He placed the gag in my mouth, pushing it in past my teeth, pulling it tight, and fastened it around my head. Once I was sufficiently bound and gagged, He started working on my tits. He placed large black clips on my tits above my nipples, and then small black, mini clothespins on the sides, which are wicked, because they are so small. Then, He took out the clover clamps and placed one set on my nipples, and allowed me to catch my breath.... then, when I felt my breathing return to normal, He placed another set of clover clamps on my already throbbing nipples, next to the first set. He looked at me, admired the sight of all those clips and clamps on my tits, He checked the symmetry, and adjusted the veil to reach slightly above them.... so that everyone could see His lovely artistic creation on my tortured tits.
He then attached a chain to one set of clamps. So He could lead me around by my tits. I needed to stay just the right distance behind Him, or I would be in tremendous pain. He led me into another room, where I was bent over a table, and caned... the white, searing pain on my ass from His canes, made the pain in my tits a little more bearable.... Once my ass was sufficiently warmed for His tastes, we moved on.... This time, back to the medical room..... Where He proceeded to attach the chain pulling my tits to the suspension rig.... He kept raising it, until my tits were being pulled straight up. He left me there while He went to play with someone nearby.
The switch to raise the suspension bar was on the wall right next to the light switch. I knew He wasn't far away from me, and was watching me, but I had a terrible fear that someone might accidentally hit the switch, raising the suspension bar, instead of adjusting the light, leaving me screaming in agony. Of course my fears were unfounded, because no one ever touched the switch. He came back to release me. We spent some time simply walking around, and looking. The pain was escalating, my tits had long since passed the numbness stage, and the pain was becoming unbearable. We went into another room, where he tried out someone's new wooden paddle. The pain from the paddle was almost unnoticeable, the pain in my tits was searing, deafening, roaring in my ears. If I had not been gagged, I would have been screaming...
Finally, the pain overcame me.... I could feel my knees getting weak, the room started spinning, and I thought I heard His voice, but I wasn't sure, I could barely hear anything. All I heard for certain were the silent screams in my head. I felt myself losing my balance... falling.... then I felt arms holding me up.... Then I began hearing His voice. I wanted the clamps removed, but I knew the pain was going to be unbearable when they came off... Yet I knew that if they stayed on, I was going to faint...
I heard Him ask someone to stand behind me, and hold me, while He removed the clamps.... I was leaning on her and I felt her hands, comforting, slipping around me. The next thing I knew, He started taking off the clamps.... First, He took off the large clips, one by one... the pain was intense... I could still feel the clips, even though they were off..... Then, he took off the small clothespins.... the pain was sharper, more of a sting... Then, He was ready to take off the clover clamps... i remember hearing Him tell me that they were coming off, one at a time.... but the roaring in my ears, my own muffled screams from the killing pain, as He removed the four clamps, drowned out all other sounds... I remember crying.... being unable to catch my breath... and I remember Him saying something soothing to me...
Finally, i was able to stand up on my own, my tits were burning, they felt like they were on fire.... I could still feel the tears streaming from my eyes.... my breath coming in ragged gasps....
After a while, He reached over to me, this time with a chain in His hand, and I screamed.... I thought He was going to touch my tender, swollen, throbbing tits... instead, He simply wanted to attach the chain to my collar, so He could lead me with it....
i overheard Him telling someone that we were going to be doing some piercing. I thought it was too much, this wasn't really happening, it had to be a dream.... I was exhausted; I know He must have also been tired. I thought we were done for the night. My relief soon turned into fear... cold, hard fear.... I thought we were going home.... Instead, my most feared and sacred limit, seeing needles being pushed through my skin... seeing my own blood... feeling my flesh being turned into His canvas... i was going to be tested.... to see if I truly was able to trust Him completely.... to see if I could allow my fear to be replaced with trust.... for Him....
I felt as though my motions were mechanical... I could hear Him telling me to lie down on the table.... he connected my wrist cuffs to the rings on the side of my waist cincher, so my hands were out of the way.... Then I heard Him asking other people to hold me down.... my ankles, my shoulders.... Their hands on my body were frightening and comforting at the same time.... I was still gagged, and I wondered if He would remember, when we talked earlier, that I had asked to have the gag removed before starting, in case I couldn't handle it, and had to use my safe word. He left the gag in.... But I was so full of fear that i soon forgot it was still in my mouth... I heard Him talking to someone.... explaining that the needle is sterile until the seal is snapped off... Then, I smelled the alcohol, and knew the time was here... I felt His hand, the cold alcohol being rubbed on my chest, above my very sore tits.... the room started spinning.... I closed my eyes.... everything was a blur.... I heard noise, people talking...
Then, suddenly, I heard nothing.... I saw nothing..... I felt only one thing, His hand on me, pinching my skin.... then, the sharp, cutting pain of the needle entering my flesh.... then a split second of my silent screams... and then the pain again as the needle exited my flesh.... it was more painful than I thought it would be.... had I not been gagged, I would have screamed "RED" at that point... How many would He want to put in me??? How many needles did he intend to use; One, two, ten, twenty? I felt His hand again.... I tried to will my body to relax, and then go limp.... anticipating the next burst of pain.... it came... I could feel hands on me.... my body wanting to move, yet being held down.... Then, the same pinch, His hands.... this time, the pain was even worse.... the endorphins sending me into subspace.... I felt more aware of the pain with each needle... I wanted to scream... then, I realized at some point, He had taken off my gag... That's when I felt His hand again.... pinching my skin.... then the next needle pushing its way through.... and then the pain again, as the needle exited my flesh...
i felt my mouth trying to form the word "RED", but i felt my inner self saying i can take this for Him.... that I need to take this for Him, to please Him.... if for nothing else, to prove my trust for Him.... my devotion to Him.... my love for Him....
Almost as if he read my mind, it was over... Four needles were now in me, and I could feel my entire body aching from the spasms that wracked me with each needle that went in..... Then, I heard one other sound.... the sound of His voice, telling me what a good girl I was... then I felt His kiss.... I was able to control my breathing again...... and it was all over.....
I did it for Him, and only for Him....
He led me out of the room, and helped me into the bathroom, where He was going to take the needles out.... The sudden stinging pain as he removed each needle was unexpected, but it lasted for only a second.... Once again, the room started spinning.... This time it was from the sight of my own blood, even though it was so very slight, just a drop or two, and also from the realization of what I had allowed someone to do to me.....
We walked out to the car, holding hands, not just to keep me steady, but also to keep the connection between us going... a connection that has been amazingly intense, almost unbelievable, and yet so real, in only a short time....
That's when I realized that I would do it all again, in a minute... for Him,
My Master...
I love You, Master...
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Stories: Darkness Into Light
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