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Thursday, October 11, 2007

To Be Bitten or Not Bitten?

"Speaking generally, punishment hardens and numbs, it produces obstinacy, it sharpens the sense of alienation and strengthens the power of resistance."

To Be Bitten or not bitten? That is the question…

Eyes clenched tightly closed, His breath steamy hot upon my cool skin. The anticipation waves over me, till I am nearly sick with it. When? When? Then His teeth sink into the soft flesh of my right side, right along the rib cage. I can feel His hot breath rush over me like the winds of the Sahara, and I feel the burning of both my desire and the pain He causes me. A kaleidoscope of colours ran over my hooded eyes, the pain intense as if every nerve in my body has come alive and contorted all at once. The spasms ran through my arms first and then my fingers as they curled into the sheet below me, I wanted nothing more for then the pain to stop, but knowing that He had just begun. I hear His growl for me to be stilled, I try so hard to comply to His command and hold my breath. Which makes my breasts right, full and ripe, nipples hard-erect. I try not to whimper as He bites again, this time pulling up lightly on the caught flesh. Now the tears start to well up within my eyes, I can not bare it, but I love Him and His joy, is that of my joy. I bare the pain for Him. A soft kiss where the last two nips lay on my pale skin, so red, so angry looking. The sting starts soon afterwards and does not ebb off for a long time. He dips over to the other side still bare. Bites down on my flesh again He does, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to draw blood up to the surface of the delicate flesh. The tears sting my ears, I taste the salted spilling of my pain and punishment. My toes curl tightly and I quell the urge to call Him names of a Heathen variety. Instead I bite my tongue till it nearly bleeds. He nips at the underside of my upper arm, so sensitive I scream out for Him to stop, the pain is white hot, burns me, excites me, marks me. I sob freely now as He continues to push my pain thresh hold higher, the tears, my nose runs, my lips quiver and I taste bitter fear. I begin to snarl at Him in defence of the pain, He responds with two more sharp nips of His teeth to the underside of my breast for good measure. I scream out in pain, His teeth like daggers pricking my flesh-suffering and torment at the last two, my body bucks with a will all of its own. My stomach rolls sickened for a moment. And through the tears I murmur I love you, Master.

1 comment:

D'jierke (The One) said...

It is all of the above and so much more that drives me to gather the small folds of your flesh between my teeth. Each snap as the tender skin is released, thuds into my head, coursing downwards into my groin. Each one of your whimpers, trickle along the veins of my cock, bringing it to life. And every salty taste of your tears nurtures my love for you like rain upon scorched earth.
I love you
~Dirk

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