TwistedTrouble
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I was brought to a room shackled to another who this person was i couldn’t say, only that this person was obviously slave like myself , the blindfold prevented me from seeing anything the One who guided me slowly brought me down a set of stairs His hand barely touching yet it felt as if He was all around me and I knew I couldn’t have taken half a step wrong before it would be corrected, I was safe. I could hear our footsteps echoing of the walls accompanied by the sound of the chain, that connected myself with the other, slightly drag with each step. It is an eerie sound yet comforting, and it sent my mind into chaos, what would come next? What would happen? Who was the other? Who was the One who guided me? My mind raced and even I couldn’t catch it. I was shocked back to reality as the blindfold was gently removed and the bright room blinded me momentarily. As my eyes adjusted I looked on at a room any Master would be proud of, on the wall was a collection of every ‘tool’ I could dream of, but the one thing that caught my eye and seemed to hold me was the table to the right of the room covered with knives of every sort, each shining with a perfect metallic glint. A sweet shiver rippled down me as I imagined each caressingly cutting different parts of my body. A slight gasp caught my attention and turning slightly I saw the other on the chain, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, brilliant red hair cascaded down a beautiful full body green-blue eyes met mine and the fear in them made me want to hold her as our wrists were released from the cuffs my hand found her’s in silence comfort and then I saw what had made her gasp not more than a foot to my side stood the double cross the x was much like any other save that two slaves could be attached to it one on each side in the center where the head would be a bar ran tha could attach each slave collar to it in such a way so that each slaves mouth was at the others ear. The reason for the bar is quite evedient when one or the other moans cries or screams it has quite an effect on the other and the slave can see what is to happen to the other.
A hand grasp my chin lifting my head, my eyes met a Master’s I knew it was the One that had guided me for even now I knew that I could not stray from any path He put me to, His stance spoke of unquestioning command, his hand spoke of pain and tender caresses, and His eyes seemed to laugh the kind the bad guy uses in every movie, the one that sets your nerves on end and makes a girl like me melt in seconds. He spoke only one phrase but it was more than enough, “you will call Me Master by the end of the night little one.” When He released me from His gaze i saw that another was within the room His walk proclaimed Him as He was, a Master, though perhaps not as wondrous as Master, for I had already began to think of Him as such though not out loud for I am a stubborn slave, His hair was short cut and brown where as My Master’s was long and black with the strand of silver here and there, He was well kept where My Master was sculpted from marble, His eyes where cold, cruel, holding passion only when His gaze met the beauty beside me. I watched Him as He rolled the table of knives to the double cross along the way He took two sets of floggers(one small, one long) five canes and two taws,
Master and Sir(the Other) brought the beauty and myself to the double cross each of us was locked to one side then with collars locked it began. First Sir handed one long flogger and a cane to Master and turn the same for Himself the first stroke was struck by Master and soon They were rotating between flogger and cane within seconds my cries were echoed by her’s I wished to comfort her yet all I could do was echo her pain. Her cries shook me to my core as the cane stung my back, ass, and thighs only to be relieved by the floggers touch. It ended abruptly and blindfold were placed over our eyes the last thing I saw was the look of cruelty in Sir’s eyes. I heard the snap only taws can make and knew before her moan what would be next I braced myself for it but instead I felt the familiar and sweet burn of a blade cutting into the flesh on my left shoulder I couldn’t help but moan for nothing quite compares first the sting as it pierces the skin for the first time, replaced by the sweet burn as the blade slowly moves digging a bit deeper and moving down my back then the warmth as blood slowly comes to the cut, over and over as the cuts continued, and as the blade moved my moans echoed her cries as the taws struck an unbeleiveable rhythm along her body. somewhere in the back of my mind I knew He was drawing something but it didn’t matter all that mattered was the filling the warmth of His hands as he moved over my back the down the thighs my moans becames whimpers as the pressure built up to a height I had never been,and she followed as the rhythm became faster and harder, then He pulled the blade away and a cry of despair escaped me for I wanted it to continue if only for a little longer, instead I felt the spray of acohol and the pure fire it brought to every tiny cut along my back and thighs I cried and shook as the acohol was rubbed into my back and cleaned my cuts pushing me over the edge….soon after i feel her shake and cry as she comes with me on our trip of sweet bliss.
it needs lots of work but i like it anyways also if anyone remembers Ladybug19 (I'm back!!!)
Twisted Trouble
< Message edited by TwistedTrouble -- 11/13/2004 11:46:26 PM >
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