From: Dianna Vesta <goddess@netrunner.net>
Subject: SM: The Inward Journey
Newsgroups: alt.magick.sex,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories
The Glory of Pain: An SM Experience
Dominance is projective magic penetrating layers of our existence. Those who chose to acknowledge and adore it's essence will humble themselves to it's passionate fury. Those who chose to ignore it will become insane as it haunts their dreams longing to enter. Those who are addicted to the kiss of the whip are never the same and their flesh cries in it's absence.
Copyright , Dianna Vesta
Perhaps you long to feel the impact of sensation against your bare flesh. The warmth created from a flogging or spanking? The slow erotic climb into another head space? Can you can even feel the excitement rush through you at the thought of it?
Let's take a journey into another world. Let's explore SM with our mind, our imagination where all fantasies begin before coming alive. Let's begin this journey bare as new born child...bare flesh, bare clean flesh waiting for the introduction of sensation. Close your eyes. Close your eyes and imagine yourself on your knees, blindfolded, waiting, waiting for the touch of your Mistress. You hear music in the background yet no sound... until you hear the foot steps of your Mistress's heels against the cement coming closer to you. You suddenly feel a strap of cold leather wrap around your neck and fasten tightly. You are collared and you profoundly feel the leather around your neck against your nakedness.
You then feel straps of leather wrap around your right wrist, tightly she buckles them in place. Then the left wrist is prepared and you feel both restraints being pulled over head until you feel your body dangles, your toes still touching the cement but your naked body exposed and unable to move forward or backwards , except only several paces, only as far as your chains will allow you go. Your body drops into them as you feel your mind float...floating yet your heart races with anticipation.
"How far will she go this time?"
"How far can I go this time?"
Your mind races trying to capture images...the image of her strong, stern yet beautiful face. Angelic yet demon like she can save you or destroy you. Blindfolded you have only your memory to rely on during this moment...this moment when you now belong to her and will suffer at her hand.
"Pain " She tells you. "Pain? Suffering? I assure you that I can tease you into an unbearable suffering where your flesh longs for my touch or I can deny you .....forget you and you will beg for anything, I mean anything...I give you....gratefully you will beg. Pain for you should be welcomed....Now...lets hear you beg me for my touch...beg me for my lashes, beg me to be given the chance to bring a smile to my face."
You are momentarily confused but you remember the last lashing you received...you remember that the pain vanished and was replaced with a euphoric sensation that when beyond the here and now...taking you to a place that only this extreme can .....you remember the marks left on your skin and then to running to the mirror days later to look at them and feel the excitement return once more...the memory of her touch, the memory of your place at her feet, the memory of the lash. It all comes back to you seducing your fears until you feel the words fall from your mouth...
"Please, Goddess, please take me there....please I beg you.."
She touches your skin with leather gloved hands roaming across your body, inspecting the flesh she is about to violate. Carefully she begins to prepare it with strokes from her hand that increasingly become firmer. You moan at her touch ...she leaves you wanting ...wanting more..teasing you as your flesh cries. She understands you....she knows that you will remember and that you crave her touch and she knows that you will beg for more.....you need more as the hunger builds inside you leaving a submissive knot welling up in your throat.
Her leathered glove hands begin to now smack at your buttocks and then your thighs bringing heat to the surface of your flesh. You moan with pleasure although apprehensively you continue to beg..needing more...needing more and wanting to please her and perhaps impress her with your endurance.
Suddenly you no longer feel her touch. Your flesh screams for her....you listen and all you hear is the music when suddenly like a locomotive a suede multi-stranded flogger comes down across your back. The sound far more intrusive then the pain, it smacks against you caressing your flesh and then breaking it's fall into air only to return back in another spot...another place on your body, rolling, rolling, it wraps around you, your back, your thighs, your legs, your chest with the skill of a warrior she precisely aims to take. The pain has not yet come but you know that it's close as the flesh warms waiting for the fire to burn. You then feel an even heavier flogger hit your flesh only this time it moves through you with a density that awakens the sleeping demons. You scream yet you know it won't matter. She knows that you are only at the threshold and must walk through the door to meet your fate.
The lashes feel as though they are ripping, shredding your flesh, and she stops only long enough to catch her breath and to bite the flowers she calls hers.
Your mind is now spinning and the pain is no more...you drift upward, up, higher into a place you long to be... a peaceful place that has no pain, no suffering, nothingness and you feel the weight of your body leave...leaving you, you are pure spirit at this moment. She grounds the cone of power around you and barely audible you hear her invocations knowing that She is magically destroying a foundation that will be replaced with Hers. One that will challenge your being and manhood, a manhood that is only now bringing you closer to the true nature of man. She has stripped your machismo done to nothing and you as a new born child awaken in Her arms, safe, yet still unsure.
She releases your restraints overhead and you collapse to the ground unable to lift yourself. She kneels down beside you and strokes your head, lovely, proud of what your done for her...impressed by your bravery and strength. She bends down to kiss your sweaty forehead and wipe away the tears falling down your cheeks. She stands and somehow you find the strength to roll over onto your fours and kiss her feet and whisper...
"Thank you Goddess, I adore you."
Copyright, Dianna Vesta
The Goddess Dianna Vesta is a lifestyle Domina 24/7 who teaches sincere males and females the path of the Divine Feminine. You may visit Her web site for more information and support on these topics. http://tfnbbs.com
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