unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me
your presence fills my eyes with your love, it humbles my heart,
for you are everywhere...
Rumi
i am owned in real life. i am allowed to speak with others here as long as i dont cross the lines She has set for me.
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As she hung from her wrists, all chafed now, and red and angry, the sweat covered her body completely. She was literally drenched in it, her hair wild and soaking wet, matted and plastered to her forehead... she had orgasmed countless times, yes, over and over and over again until her throat was sore from screaming and the thick, clear cream dripped down the inside of her thighs, mixing with the sweat. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and nearly closed, stared at Mummy as tiny, muted noises emanated from deep in her chest, sounding precisely like a pathetic, tortured little kitten.Her body, every inch covered in striations and raised weltings, still undulated in time to the unending kisses of the whip, even tho those very kisses had ceased, minutes before. These were the moments she treasured and lived for, prayed for, dreamed of... Mummy stood before her, also naked and covered in sweat. The heat had been turned up before theyd begun, the room now well over a hundred degrees. Mummy stared at her in animalistic passion, at once breathless, beautiful and so very cruel, the whip still in her hand, her eyes feral and bejeweled and hypnotic. She could capture the girl with those eyes, *had* captured her with those eyes... and those lips, drawn tightly in rapt concentration as the whip fell, and fell, and fell once again. These were the minutes where love thrived and blossomed, held up to the world to see and of which to be jealous. These were the minutes, drawn out into hours, where the dance was so private, so dark, so very gorgeous as to steal the breath from them both one in taking into herself the passion of reception, the other the heated, loving exchange of unending exertion.This was love, and not a stone was left unturned in the exploration of that love. This was giving and taking, giving and taking, giving and taking, and on and on and on... glorious, a peak, a valley, peak, valley, peak, valley, building, swirling, dizzy, unending, dance, rhythm, giving, taking, peaks, valleys, climbing, higher and higher and higher, seething, heat, sweat, screams, gurglings, moaning, grunts, mewlings, more screams, gaspings, more gurgling, more screams, climbing, higher, higher, touching the moon, dancing with the stars, wrapped safe and warm in the ether, twisting, taking, giving, sweat and climbing... and finally...explosion. And again... and again. Then gently down, drifting back to earth with the sweat and the spendings and the love, the quiet murmurs, the sweet, honey-dipped whispers of covetness, of surrender, of calm and peace. And Mummy, sweat-soaked, naked and breathless, watching her... and the girl, sweat-soaked, naked and breathless, staring back in rapture... and love. One. One. One.The girl awakened from her dream with a start, sweat-soaked, her pajamas sticky and clinging to her sleepy , like a second skin... alone. Mummy...? sighing...Alone...Love.
