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T: I love contrasts. I love outdoor and indoor play. I love bright sunshine and glittering candlelight. Our dungeon frequently hosts medieval scenes.
L: dreary day. It rains cats and dogs. It is so warm indoors. We have just filled our tummies. "Come to me and strip!" Will he take me downstairs?!
I am slowly circling
kneeling slavegirl
around and around.
T: I know you love chains. Hands, feet, body, all bound by chains, or just the sound of rattling chain winch or even steel chain flogger. This will be our reality today. I pose the candles. Scent of wax fills the dungeon. You will indulge in it today. Now you have to kneel and I am tying you.
L: you leave me in front of dungeon door. Not for long. The door suddently opens. Eye appealing scereny! Five golden candle flames. I am starting to quiver when I feel the touch of a collar. It smells so sweet. What is in store for me today? Rattling chains are quite explicit.
You have moved - you should not have.
T: although I ordered you to stay put, I also know that cold chains make it very hard for you. You have moved. I am not pissed off. Not all. I can't be - I feel your wonderful quivers. The punishment will be mild. I will hang you upside down and whip you. I attach suspension cuffs to your ankles and I snap the shackles to the hook of a chain winch.
L: what have I done! He looks pissed off. He'll punish me! I feel shivers. Sometimes he is so cunning. He walks out of the room and returns with cuffs. Not ordinary cuffs, but suspension cuffs. He wants to have a good time with bat-woman! I do not utter a beep. My lunch rolls in my stomach. My stomach is not looking forward to it. I am.
T: although it is not clear from the picture, I feel your body vibrate under my fingers around the electrodes. Someone says that electricity can only be used for torture... no, no, if you had a say, you would request a second round.
L: I am at all fours like a cat. I have a chain collar locked around my throat. The collar is locked to an eyelet in the floor. I do not see you. I feel your caresses and then light prickling. Clamps? Prickling is heavier, then ceases, then returns again. Ohhh, electricity...
T: but it's me who is in control. And I have decided to cool you down - with hot wax. Besides, beeswax smells so nice. And after it consolidates on your skin, I'll take a knife to scrap it off.
L: beeswax scent fills the room. I surmise what will come. First, candle flame licks my arms and then first drops fall - hot, tingling and sweet.
T: a time has come to slow things down. I have not used the mattress made of sharp bottle caps today, but your knees must be raw from all the kneeling. Standing, you will be able to relax. I unlock your collar from the floor eyelet and pull you until you stand upright. I cross another chain over steel girder just below the ceiling. I relock your collar to this chain. I blindfold you and start caressing you with a flogger, then another one...
L: darkness. I hear rattling of chains. You cross another length of chain over steel girder just below the ceiling and lock my collar to it. I try to keep balance on my high heels. My knees are trembling and my teeth chattering. Sweet leather scent fills my nostrils. You are caressing me. First blow lands. It stings just a little. Subsequent blows are more powerfull, but I feel them as caresses. I love it, I love it so much.
T: the scene is warming up and the things you would consider unbearable pain in the beginning now brings you pleasure. I unlock your collar, lead you to the bed and you kneel. I do not have to tie you. I do not have to speak. I produce a scalpel. The time has come to renew the mark you bear.
L: you have led me to the bed. "Kneel". I assume the position. Nothing happens for a while. I do not know what will come next. Small door clicks. You open a cabinet above my head. Something pricks me. It is sharp and cold. I feel few more pricks, then steady drag. No pain, just light tingle. I finally understand - the letter which has started to fade must be redrawn.
T: I inhale your scent. You are hot. I am too - in a while, I could lose my control and take you. The scene would then be over - we have experienced this quite a few times. On the other hand, I cannot take you higher and higher forever. Or can I? How about this...
L: cabinet door opens once again. I can hear characteristic rattle of needles in a steel tray. I instantly know where one of them will puncture my flesh today. You know that I wished this for quite long. I am looking forward to it, still my back is covered in ice-cold sweat when you prick the surroundings of my labia with the needle. You are teasing me... We both know that this is just a test. The needle pierces my skin. It stings. The pain rises, I scream momentarily. Suddenly, all pain is gone and I feel only gratitude.
T: I fondle you gently, I hug you. You cry with joy. I lie behind you, cradling you in my arms. You are safe, relaxed. After a while, I lead you to a cell which I completed just before the weekend. The scene is nearly over and there is time for gentle... very gentle ending. You will be a prisoner, mine to play with; I will run the candle flame over your body several times. I cuff your arms poked through the bars. If you manage to hold several canes on outstretched arms, I will not be forced to discipline you with them. It looks like you will make it. I feel that you do your best. You do not want to disappoint me. Before your arms can begin to shake with exertion, I can touch all your sweet spots. I step back and enjoy the view.
L: after short break, you lead me to the stairs. It is the time to test the bars. I am still blindfolded. I poke my arms through the bars. Cold steel, cold bars, cold cuffs. You rest something on my arms. It is light, long and round - canes. "Hold." I hold and wait - a minute, two, three: I want to endure it. Right when I am thinking I will drop them, you return to me and take the canes. You open the bars and stand behind me. I know that today's last reward will come. The cane cuts the air. Chills cross my back - sweet reward. Today's last.
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