Dark moonlight

ADAGIO

T., my Sir is the Owner and Player of my body and mind and sees to that his willing instrument mo makes the most strange and beautiful music.

This i wrote down after He placed clamps on my nipples and labia and ordered me to crawl into the cage. Oh, how terrible i find it to crawl when He's looking at me. He closes the door behind me and i have to sit down on hands and knees and feel. To feel how the pain of the clamps slowly travels thru my body. Before me a white paper and a red marker. I sit faced to the wall hearing T. who puts ready some stuff. I cannot see him. I have to describe in one phrase how i see us in our relationship. Who are we together? I can't write it down too fast, first i have to feel it very carefully. I hear him walking around while my thoughts call up some allegories. I want to please my Owner and astonish him. But because of this urge to do things well i become this little girl that can't think clearly, talks nonsense and sometimes is very clumsy. Beautiful words go trhu my mind, but in fact are these words too beautiful, not touching the essence of my deepest feelings. Finally i come up with the phrase mentioned above.
Is that one phrase? my Owner asks as He quickly glances over the paper. Read it aloud to me mo.

Uncertain i read aloud the words i've written down. He doesn't like it, too many words, perhaps too overdone, too beautiful? With bent head i wait for his reaction as He picks up the paper. He reads aloud the phrase again. Then silence.
Yes, i like it mo, you're allowed to crawl out of the cage.

ANDANTE

T. directs me to this chair that spreads your legs. (What's the word for it? Thank you....) As He attaches my arms to it, He shows me that the rope isn't that tight. So if i panic i'm loose in one second. Again i'm surprised and grateful for the understanding and empathy of my Tormentor. Sometimes i panic as i'm attached completely. Well, my legs are attached very firm. Then T. blindfolds me and puts on the collar. I am His.
Naked i sit on this chair, legs astraddled. T. makes up something nice. For him that is, for me it's something awkward. He connects the clamps with the heavy chains which are hanging from the ceiling to the ground. Then He attaches the clamps on my labia and because of the gravity of the chains the clamps are pulled of with one pull ór tormenting slowly depending on the bite of the clamps.
I don't need to do anything, just watching and enjoying. The chains are doing all the work for me.
Meanwhile T. sometimes pushes his fingers in me to check out or attaches the clamps again.

CRESCENDO

As my labia are tormented enough, T. thinks it's time to let them glow more intense. Through the cane, some whips and the paddle. He raises the rhytm and sometimes i cannot sit quietly because of the pain. The big dildo is pushed inside to ascertain that the stretching turns out to be efficient. This interchanges for a while. Constantly i'm close to an orgasm but it doesn't hold on. T. is whipping me up with severe beating and humiliating words. Then unexpectedly He pushes his fingers in me, squeezing. I feel very ashamed as i feel lots of juice dripping over my legs and His hands.
Is that pee? That isn't pee is it? i ask confused and embarrassed.
It didn't feel like peeing, it doesn't smell like it. Apparrently i came gushing. T. saw me gushing with great force.

I'm on my knees, sitting before a box. I can drape myself over it and have some support. Fifty blows with the cane is what i deserve and i have to count. It isn't the smallest cane. A little bit bigger which gives a more dusted pain. I still can feel this pain deeply four days later. I love this feeling very much. But during the beating i damn this cane because of the intense pain. The cane i curse, the cane i love and crave. T. gives me 10 blows each time. After which i can catch my breath and He using some whips and the paddle on me. These blows i don't have to count. For a present i bought my Owner a paddle and when this paddle arrived at home i had to swallow my fear. Because this paddle was much larger than i thought it was haha. For now i can feel how this paddle gives my bottom a nice glow. Ouch! Another kind of pain. The blows T. gives me by hand are a relieve after the blows from the cane and the crop. All these different kind of pain and blows are leading me to floating away. Far away. But every time my Owner calls me back as i have to count the blows from the cane. Then finally i let myself flow on the pain and the pain becomes a pleasure. (On the photograph you can see the remaining marks of my Owner after 4 days. I wear them with pride.)

FORTE

Do you know mo how deep i'm inside of you?

I know Sir, but i don't wanna hear it, please don't tell me.

But i can feel it and how. It hurts a lot! As if i'll be broken in two. At the same time it arouses me a lot. With restrained breath i can feel how my Tormentor moves His hand in and out. His hand is totally inside me. I have it very warm. The heat blazes up from my tormented cunt to my head. I sniffle ánd i laugh. I feel intense pain and intense lust. I am nothing, i am my Owners thing. His horny fuck-thing. His hand inside me, that tortures me and beats me. At the end T. penetrates me deep and starts fucking me. The scalding heat in my head still burns. I am begging T.

Hit me, please hurt me Sir!

And i get much more then what i asked for. My Owner fucks me deep and hits me everywhere. On my breasts and most of all in my face. Several hard blows. Making me dizzy, taking my breath away. That makes me subside in bliss. His fuck-thing, that's what i am. Again i cum gushing. This time i'm not embarrassed.

On top of me, He is, my Owner. He fucks my mouth. Deep. Sometimes i can't breathe, sometimes He's poking that deep that makes me heave. Then He spurts over my face and sinks again over me. I look in his eyes, see the fire burning. He kisses me and i caress his back and bum.

CODA

This post doesn't suffice our meeting. There was happening so much more that i can't seize in words. Together we have walked much furthermore, but these are just words. The emotions i feel, so completely being His. My deep glowing submissiveness, His fiery Dominance and Sadism are engraved in my memory. There are no words for this, it's music that sings inside me. It sings inside my being. And i hope inside the being of my Owner.