Continues from 21. The Cross (I)
The point of concurrency.
When three or more lines intersect in one point, they are concurrent.
The point at which they intersect is the point of concurrency.
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Between Two Beams.
They had tied me to the end of the four poster bed. My arms and legs outstretched in the form of an “X”.
I was leaning forward with my ass sticking out. Silvie was whipping me and each blow fell with a vicious detonation that set my skin ablaze. No one stoked a whip-fire like her. I was very close to the limit of my pain threshold and she knew it.
And at Madame’s behest she was going to keep me there for a while yet.
Madame was lying naked on the bed fingering her pussy and watching me with the hunger of a tigress that hasn’t eaten for days.
She was smiling and her eyes greedily feasted on every inch of my crucified whipped flesh. It was like her soul had somehow transmuted itself into the whip and she was using Silvie to guide and power the blows while she watched in blissful exultation.
They had taken me past my limits now and we were venturing into the unknown. The whip was a prowling hungry wild cat and I was its prey. It clawed at my shoulders and curled around to feed at the soft warm flesh of my belly and breasts. It struck between my outstretched legs and bit viciously into my pussy with razor sharp teeth and then, without a shred of mercy, it returned once again to gnaw rapaciously at my exposed breasts.
I closed my eyes and tried to dive deep within myself but any attempt at escape was hopeless. The whip was wreaking such agony and devastation on my naked flesh and no corner of my body or my mind remained hidden to its burning bloodlust. The pain clawed and dug its way into every last cell and atom of my being.
The whip was eating me alive.
Then from somewhere very deep inside me, from somewhere unconscious and primal, there came a mournful and eerie scream. It was a long wailing lament born of despair and it seemed designed only to inspire horror and pity. It sounded barely human; more like the dying cry of a large bird, or one of the last dinosaurs, or some sea monster that knew its end was drawing near.
I had no words now. I wasn’t even sure I was even in my own body anymore. I had the craziest feeling I was in two places at once. Part of me was in a body that was engulfed in a conflagration of pain but there was also another part of me – detached and indifferent – outside and above me – that was looking down at me and wondering what that silly girl was wailing about.
The room was vast and dark. Shadows roamed the walls and scattered candles shone dimly like the ghosts of long dead suns.
I was spinning. Out of control.
Was I alone?
No. She was there.
Attracted by her light I was drawn into her orbit.
She captured me and held me there.
I belonged to her now.
She was my home. My Earth.
Calm now, I descended, and at last I could breathe.
I felt the joy of her touch.
She deemed my eyes to see and the room was awash with light.
I think I may have lost consciousness for a while. Then I awoke in a shower of freezing cold water.
Ice everywhere. On my nipples and in my pussy and on my ass and it felt cold and hot. Exhilarating, refreshing and shocking, it tickled and I burst out in joyful laughter and I wriggled and yanked at my restraints and screamed and shrieked in sheer hysterical delight.
Release. Alive. So alive. It was like coming back from the dead. Every second of my existence had its own jubilant significance. Life. Life. I was full of life and it was all such bliss and I just wanted more more more…
Pain and pleasure. Tears and laughter. It was all beautiful.
Calmer now I heard the welcome sound of soft buzzing behind me. I felt liquid being poured on my ass and then Silvie’s fingers entered my hole.
The vibrator drilled into me, chaffing and biting at first but then it purred its sweet bliss inside me and I succumbed and willed it to pierce me deeper still.
My senses coalesced around it and followed Silvie’s guiding hand as she mined my secret depths and commanded their surrender.
And yes I wanted that surrender like nothing else. I stretched and stretched and fought at the restraints to set down on it as much as I could but I was trapped in frustration. Silvie knew how much I loved having it inside me and was deliberately teasing me with it.
I always imagined it as a massive slithering ravenous hot cock but actually no man’s cock ever purred and teased me from behind like this.
It was so insanely intense it was inhuman. Yes. It was that. Inhuman. It was so wonderfully fucking inhuman to be fucked up the ass by something so precisely designed to provide the most intense of sexual pleasures.
It was so inhuman it was godlike. It was a hungry gluttonous little mechanical deity that drilled a well of bliss inside me that ran so deep I craved to dive into it and bathe there forever.
I was obviously enjoying it too much now because she withdrew it and held the tip just inside my hole. But she knew that with a few jerks of her hand she could make me beg, shriek, cry out and utterly abandon whatever dignity and self-restraint were left to me.
And yes, that is precisely what I did. I implored and I pleaded and I screamed for her to ram it ram it ram it harder into me, overthrow me, occupy me, lay me waste… please God set me free….
Set me free
Madame: Her submission. There is a moment when she is truly beautiful.
Breathtakingly beautiful. So beautiful that she casts a spell of her own and I experience her in a way that is so elemental that it arouses me almost beyond my own control.
Amaia: My breasts are cupped by her hands and her fingertips deliver my nipples to scorching prickly flames of pleasure and all I know is bliss from without and ecstasy from within and I’m at boiling point now, overflowing, as if my own ass cannot contain so much pleasure and my pussy is a raging bushfire and I need to cum now need to cum now please let me cum now but oh… the whip at my back… again …and again… soliciting the surrender of pleasures unearned… and I beg… and I scream…. again and again …
Silvie: I love the way her firm ass flesh ripples at each hard lash of the whip.
Madame: In her suffering I see that she is experiencing something I cannot. It is a moment of transcendence. And it fascinates me. I want it to reach into her and keep her there, forever trapped between pain and ecstasy.
Silvie: Watching the rhythm of her breath. The sight of her ribs moving under her taut skin.
Madame: It is like looking at a living work of art. Art transcends us and yet makes us transcendent. Good art reveals the beauty and the wonder of being. Her submission is art at its most sublime.
Silvie: I love whipping her. Like a cat with a mouse. Captured prey. I can do whatever I want with her. Do you know how much that turns me on?
Madame: Without her submission I am almost impotent. It is precisely that – her power to submit and transcend – which I crave ownership of.
Silvie: The way she moves under the whip. She can’t help but flinch at each lash and I make her dance for me. But then it’s like she wakes up and she remembers to submit and then she pushes her pussy out and surrenders it completely to the whip and she looks me straight in the eye and begs me for more. God that makes me so fucking hot. She’s soooo good.
Amaia: Fingers in my whipped pussy… No… A vibrator… Another vibrator… The Hitachi? Two in me… deeper… Oh God oh God oh God… please let me cum now harder harder whip me now please yes yes yes oh please…
Madame: I am the match and I strike the flame but she is the fire. And when I touch her fire, I taste freedom.
Amaia: Whipfire pleasure-pain mmmm pussy cum now cum now cum now mmmmm please God may I cum now please…
Silvie: Her gasps and cries of pleasure-pain are so melodic and beautiful. A song she’s singing for me. I always whip her much harder than the others so I can hear her gorgeous voice.
Sing for me, pretty Amaia, sing for me…
Amaia: Oh God oh God oh…oh ….oh….oh…oooh…oooooh… oooooooh…
Madame: I know that she is aware that others have watched her and take pleasure in her suffering. Some wish for nothing else than to taste, whip and possess her. To make her cry and submit so that they too can experience her transcendence.
But she’s mine.
Amaia: Mmmm cum now please Mistress cum now please please please cum….
Madame: She is a rare jewel. A kind of willing martyr. The magnificence of her tears, her pain and her suffering reveal to us the beauty of life itself. She has the gift of communicating the freedom she feels in her pleasure-pain, and letting us share in the wonder of it
Silvie: The willingness of her submission.
Silvie: My passion, rage and fire marking her. Branding her. Look at her. She’s an animal.
Madame: My will supreme.
Madame: I am the owner of each moment of her being. How do you think that makes me feel?
Silvie: Her body quivering completely at my will. Her pleasure. Or her pain. My decision. My passion and my fire. Mine. All mine
Madame: Her submission.
Silvie: Her submission.
And finally she could sing and was awash in light and love and we bathed together in the clear warm currents of her bliss unbound.