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Corde de Soie


the art, the poetry of her naked form is apparent; it shines before
me on her frame. the sturdy framework that supports her when
she rises, when she has become weary of kneeling, supplicant to
her urges that command her to such humbling, as if praying to be
forgiven for sins she has not committed.

there is no sin upon her wounded soul when authority has been
taken from her. she has a stricturing desire to be loved, so deeply
that she must suffer to feel it. & I, out of my own conception of
love, & with the dowry of her trust, have conspired with her to be
the conduit of her suffering. there must be a period of penance, a
cleansing, & so she kneels.

as she remains submissive, I am mesmerized by her flawed beauty,
but I have obligations to perform. I stroke her hair briefly, then grip
it at the base of her neck & tug. she moans in a low tone, regarding
the pleasure within the pain.

my hand roams freely across her back; I claw at parts of her flesh
without injuring. I bite her shoulders with subdued pressure, & her
head arches back with titillation. I circle to face her, cupping her
breasts, squeezing firmly, assaulting the dark stems of her nipples
with my feral mouth.

I assist her in reclining then, & she spreads her legs with fevered
haste, revealing her beckoning temple, unveiled, undenied. my
tongue invades her grotto of insidious blessings, her torrid pip  
swelling, to capture her vintage juices. the plaintive cry of a dying
bird in her throat.

after minutes of tortured bliss, she is brought to the penitent
position: hands & knees, eyes cast downward. I engage her from
behind, & our tribal rhythm is such that may only be found in the
most sublime, unwritten poetry. at the proper flux of time, the
savage torrents of our atonement release, & we shatter, in
tandem, the boundaries of heaven…


after years of subjugation, of unknowing, her sinister labyrinths
have been vanquished, & she blossoms into the light of stolen
grace. she understands that I understand, & she has no need of
a Master.


Written by JohnFeddeler
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