Stern1960
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A Little Nourishment As the weightless feeling subsided, cat began to re-perceive her surroundings. She felt as though she was being washed up on some deserted island somewhere, the roar of the surf in her ears, the salty taste of the ocean on her lips and the gentle rocking, rocking of the waves as they drew her toward the shore. Somewhere, far off, His voice was calling her, gently, melodiously, “It’s OK, kitten, I’m right here, I’m right here. Shhh, shhh, kitten, I’m right here.” She could smell Him, sweaty and musky, somewhere close by. The sun seemed to be shining especially hot on her back, but someone was tenderly applying lotion to it as the ocean sweetly rocked her… lavender? She felt Him kissing her cheek, her brow as the shore drew closer, closer… She smiled faintly. She loved His kisses. She opened her eyes… It was like falling out of the world. There was no ocean, no beach. There was no sun – where was she? He was there, on the floor, at the foot of a round bed and she was sitting across His lap. A quilt or coverlet was draped over her front, but her back was exposed. Even as warm as she felt, she was shaking terribly. His arms were around her, holding her close as his whispered reassuringly into her ringing ears. The lotion wasn’t suntan lotion, it was something else and who…? Marley! It was coming back… the resort, the bath, the flogger… Bits and pieces, bits and pieces. “It’s OK, kitten, don’t try to out-think it now.” He was rocking her back and forth, waiting for her breathing to regulate. “You did very well, I’m very proud of you. Don’t worry now, it will all come clear in the morning.” He reached down and dipped the corner of a washcloth into a glass of ice water. “Here, kitten, you must be thirsty.” He was right. Her lips were cracked and the inside of her mouth felt scorched. He fed her the wet cloth and she sucked at it, feeling the delicious cold spreading in her mouth. She became acutely aware of her breathing. It was shallow and fast, but with some effort, she began to fight it back under control, like stopping a bicycle with no brakes. As her breathing stabilized, she found herself taking a sort of inventory. She started with her eyes, looking around the room a bit. “OK, that works,” she thought. Ears seemed OK. Mouth and tongue still there. She pulled her head back to release the washcloth. “More, please,” she managed, in a raspy whisper. “Slowly, kitten,” He responded, holding the glass for her and maneuvering the straw in it to her lips. The first swallow was hard, as her throat seemed pinched shut, but the cold washing down inside her body made that worth it. “You OK?” He asked tenderly. She managed a small nod. “Good. You must be starving.” Another nod. The rumblings in her belly were becoming hard to ignore. “Marley, did you find the soup on the back seat?” He asked. “Yes, Sir. I put it in the refrigerator.” “Good,” He replied, adding “Cat usually does the cooking around here, but, as you can see, she’s kind of, uh, tied up at the moment.” “No, I’m not,” cat replied, weakly, raising her leaden hands a few inches and smiling wanly. “We’ll let marley do it, anyway, OK?” His smile felt to cat like the best medicine so far. Marley got the soup out of the fridge and placed it in the microwave. He rocked her slowly, stroking her hair. “I picked it up at Ben’s on 34th St. this afternoon. It smelled so good that I almost didn’t get it home. I knew you’d be after something a bit more than oatmeal, so I held fast. Restraint comes in many forms, kitten.” In no time, the soup was piping hot. Marley delivered it to Him, kneeling before them, holding the bowl in her hands. He adjusted cat so that she was sitting up next to Him, her back against His chest so he could reach around to feed her. He took the soup from marley and dismissed her. She disappeared into the living room. He drew a spoonful of soup from the container and blew gently on it, raising it to her hungry lips. He put on His best “Kosher” accent: “A little nourishment, I think. Chicken soup! Who can do better than chicken soup? Unless, of course, you’re the chicken!” She swallowed the soup gratefully. He brought up another spoonful, careful to reach deep, to get as much meat or matzoh or something more than broth onto the spoon. The soup was delicious, made even better tasting by His feeding it to her. Once, her zeal to get the next mouthful collided with his eagerness to get it to her. A dribble of soup rolled down her chin. He leaned in, His tongue catching the errant dribble just in time. He gently traced its path back up, finishing with a little peck on the mouth and a smack of His lips. “Just a little nourishment,” He confided, “And the soup was good, too.” Her grin almost sent the next mouthful awry. Soon the soup was gone. He patted her mouth with the washcloth, exaggerating the cleaning of its corners. “Thank you, Sir,” she smiled. “My pleasure,” He replied. “Can you get up?” “I think so,” she replied. With His support she shakily raised herself to her feet. Her legs felt like rubber bands with rocks tied to them. He steered her onto the bed and spooned in behind her, His arms wrapped securely around her. As she lay there, she tried to put back together the pieces of the evening. She recalled being bound to the columns, the exquisite agony of the flogger and then… and then… Feelings took over where memory failed. She was floating, her feet lifting off the floor. She was falling – up - in an upside down world - out of the room out of the sky out of the heavens, tethered at her middle to something. To someone. To Him. She was at the edge… the edge of … everything. It was terrible and it was wonderful and it was something beyond words, beyond ideas. Suddenly the tether was gone and she was falling, falling toward the edge. There was no way to stop it, nothing to grab onto. A voice inside her was calling, “No edge, no release. No edge, no release…” It was too late. Then, Arms. His arms. Around her, holding her, pulling her back. Bringing her back. The rush, the roar, the ocean… she understood everything now. Abject agony spread across her face. “I failed You, didn’t I, Sir?” “How would you say that, kitten? You were wonderful.” He kissed the back of her head. “I came, didn’t I? You told me no release, but I came anyway.” Tears were once again streaming from her tightly closed eyes. “You didn’t fail Me, kitten. We came here tonight in search of limits. Sometimes you don’t find them until you are already beyond them. You went way beyond them. “You scared us tonight, kitten, marley and Me, both. I was afraid for a minute, there, that I had lost you. I should have eased up earlier; I should have seen the signs. You were so far out there that you started shaking and pulling at the restraints, I was afraid you were going to pull yourself apart. I wrapped my arms around you to take the pressure off your arms and legs so marley could cut you down. “It was unbelievable, kitten. As I was holding you, there was suddenly this… energy, this force just shooting from you. It entered my body and it was… I don’t know, amazing.” Cat could feel His heart rate jump at the reliving of the experience. He squeezed her tighter. “I’m just glad you’re OK.” “But, Sir, You didn’t…” “Kitten, this place is a test for both of us. Earlier, I told you that I didn’t feel I had earned the right to be called your Master. I decided that I would not achieve release until I had earned back that right. Kind of a fast, you know? How can I expect to be your Master until I can master myself? No, kitten, I never had an expectation of release for myself tonight.” He sighed deeply and rolled onto His back, staring at the two of them in the mirrored ceiling and smiling. “You surprised me, though, Cat. When I was holding you and your energy was surging through me, it was… it was the most incredible orgasm I never had.” Cat rolled onto Him, nestling her head on His furry chest. She lay there for a long time, nuzzling Him with her cheek. The smell of lavender lingered on Him. She was so content, and yet... “Sir, would You… may i…?” She began to sew tiny kisses into the meadow of his chest. “Please, Sir, a little nourishment?” Something between a sigh and a groan escaped His lips as His smile broadened to a grin. “Your Master yields,” He murmured. Thank you to all for allowing me to share this story with you.
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