Glide  

SPs_delight 35F
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11/10/2005 9:44 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Glide


The light comes in flash. It crashes through the pitch blackness as explosions. Taking Oour minds to a world of consciousness that dies just as abruptly as it began. No sound accompanies the light, or the darkness after. The flash totally overwhelms the darkness that dies as it begins. The black falling over Uus like a blanket, it feels heavy. Bright outlines of anything Oour eyes see shine brightly from Oour minds. The blackness lasts and lasts. Oour senses overtake the darkness that followed from the light. The ghosts of what Wwe saw slowly disappear, and Oour pupils grow trying to adjust to the darkness again. Touch becomes the first sense to rise in the absence of vision. Wwe feel again without the need of thought. It strikes Uus, and Oour minds focus minds to what Wwe feel. Sensations rise as His hands and mouth move over my helpless body, bound and gagged, in the darkness that follows the flash. He uses His slave, claiming in pain and sweet pleasure what 0is His and His alone to use and enjoy. The feeling of what is happening to me rushes back into my brain. My mind focusing on sensations that return in a great wave that doesn't seem to be ruled by advanced emotions. They are sensations, emotions, running without boundaries through my mind. The darkness continues as Master forces me to breath. Using cruelty and tender love to make me gasp or scream or bring tears. The sensations of joy, satisfaction, safety and love, mix without order with the pain, the torture. My mind moves further, floating on the trust and love that Master allows me. Free from the confinements and disorders of Oour lives. Finally, the darkness, real in Oour minds and allowing Uus to fly free on the waves of sensation, is betrayed by the next flash. It strikes abruptly into Uus. The reality that Oour sight gives Uus, blinding Uus, overtaking the mind completely, as the crack from a whip on tender flesh still resonates long after the instrument is gone. Master moves over me, appreciating what is His. When my eyes are enabled again, i see Your gentle face, the ghost of You slowly dying once again into darkness. i have no need to see Your face for the rest of me has You memorized. This slave knows her Masters scent, His touch, His voice, her body responds as He has trained her without question or hesitation. He is familiar to all my senses and His presence makes the darkness feel comfortable. You seemed to be used by the light, maybe empowered, just as the reality of the dark sneaks again into my mind. Knowing that again, in some amount of time, the light will be back, bringing with it the One who I live for. My breath deep, sensations overwhelming, body alive in the darkness, i wait for Your touch to bring me back. i wonder in a small part of my mind how long the dark rules before the light will me again. i can feel Masters gentle and firm touch, taking me away bidding me to fly upon the wings of darkness, before crashing back to earth with the light. i glide.

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