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Terpsikori -> LOVING DARKNESS-A Story (8/3/2013 10:46:49 AM)
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Loving Darkness
3rd January 2012
By Terpsikori
A little fancy that just now came into my head…
1st February 2013, I wrote this last year:
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Only the sound of your breathing disturbs the stillness, your eyes wide with apprehension. You lie, stretched across the curving rack, your body straining against the straps that hold your head, shoulders, arms, wrists, waist, thighs, knees and ankles. The arch of your body pushes your ‘manhood’ out, obvious, vulnerable and…oh, yes…straining as well.
You watch me carefully, as I light candles, eyes following me around the space, the dark, seemingly limitless space. You cannot see me as I move behind your head, but you hear the music start, slow, haunting, mournful. The first thing you see out of the corner of your right eye, as I move to your side is a small, sharp object, a scalpel. It is difficult to imagine your eyes growing even wider, but they do, as you attempt to shake your head, crying, “no, no…please no! Please, please…” and further begging.
You try to writhe away but you are bound too tightly. As I continue moving about, placing the scalpel on a nearby table holding other implements, you begin to whimper. You are so afraid of the scalpel, your chin quivers, tears form and fall.
You beg so exquisitely. You note the beatific and avid expression on my face, and beg even more fervently.
I apply the blindfold, caress your body, and gently kiss your trembling lips.
You feel the metal press against your tightened scrotum, which tightens even more. Your hardened cock waves about, not decreasing in the slightest, despite what you plead.
Ice, cold ice, slides up your cock, numbing it slightly. Then you feel a sharpness at the base of your cock, running up the shaft…and a trickle of liquid, warm liquid, dripping down.
You scream, beg me to stop…but you never utter the word that will truly stop this.
After letting you sob for a bit, you hear me place the implement in the steel dish. Then you feel the pegs placed carefully, around your scrotal skin, up the sides of your cock, and around the glans. My lovely little hedgehog. The music swells and tempo increases, as I let you fall into the pain, concentrated so specifically.
Some time passes and you are quieter now, quietly whimpering but so, so beautiful. I tap the pegs, which causes you to squirm as much as you are able.
Quick taps become sharper. Suddenly, pegs fly from your body, causing yelps, squeals and more pleading. It’s lovely that you are not so inured to this kind of pain, that you are not stoic. You take it well, and I am proud of you, but it is supremely intoxicating to drink your agonies and your focus.
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Although we spent rather a long time with further adventures, this singular point is what we discuss afterwards. You are high and a bit fuzzy but cling to me. I enfold you, my precious, and praise you for your gift. You see that you are undamaged and lift an inquisitive expression to me. I reveal my secrets, you smile and chuckle, and we settle in for a lovely downtime.
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