The Kiss

Part 3/4 (Part 2: https://endlesspleasure.wordpress.com/2010/09/30/cutting-away-the-past/)

My first kiss of the whip.  There was nothing quite like it.  Biting, stinging, sharp, potent, rich, needy.  Acute awareness flooded my body as the Priest introduced me to her – his beautiful, elegant and cruel whip. He started slowly, allowing my body to adjust. And then he began pushing me.

She was intense.  I felt her mark me, the pain increasing with every lash.  I laughed with giddy glee, concentrating on each sting, each crack of that whip. And then I felt my Knight’s hand on my chest, my heart chakra. He firmly said, “Breathe”. I obeyed without question, feeling the energy flow from my feet upwards to my torso.

“Look at those blossoming marks,” the Priest told my Knight.  I could not see, but I felt the pain surging and my desire flowing.  All across my back, ass, legs, I felt her consuming me.  And I felt love’s hand on me.  Just breathe.

I began to feel lightheaded, and so the Priest turned me around.  But oh, we were not done yet.  My hands, reattached above me, began to vibrate energy and power.  Pure balls of light.  I laughed and laughed like someone who doesn’t care how she sounds and declared my joy.  And then the whip hit my breast. My stomach. Upper thighs.  I felt helpless, exposed, and heard loud moans that must have been mine.

“Let it out!” the Priest insisted.  I moaned greedily.

“Louder! I know you can sing!” He had been pushing me, knowing the music within me, within my body. And so I sang. Screamed. Laughed. Let go. Aaaaaaaaargh. Yes.

The searing pain shot through my body again as she ripped off one nipple clamp. Breathe. Dark red pain as the second nipple clamp was lashed off.  Yes, love. 

The Priest unchained me and pulled me away from the fence.  “We are not done yet,” he said firmly.

(Continued)