Continue, show don’t tell, 2500 words : The pain and pleasure is still there, immense momentum threatening to tear me apart, yet it has no direction anymore, no way forward. It just lingers inside me, endless, pointless. Aching for release, but finding nothing but a bitter emptiness where your touch had been only moments before.
A quiet murmur escapes my lips. A whimper follows, desperate for just one last touch, one last touch to make me explode… but none comes; only silence and stillness remain.
You look down at the wreckage of my spent body laying there helpless on the bed, in a puddle of drool, tears, sweat and love juice, my hair fanned out all over the place while my chest heaves erratically. You smirk with pride as you see what you’ve accomplished, my body left weak and limp like some toy doll, thoroughly broken and defiled beyond repair.
“Now, now little kitten, don’t be needy. It’s only Saturday, and we haven’t even properly started our holiday.”
Indescribable fear and anticipation burns deep within me as I realize how much more torment I am about to endure, but it’s too late to regret, I can only limply lay in my restraints and accept my fate.
“Well all this has made me very hungry, I’m off to eat breakfast and get a few toys, I’ll see you later, so don’t go anywhere sweetie…”
Your footsteps are light as air as they carry you out of the room, leaving me alone with your teasing words echoing endlessly through my mind, a tortured smile painting itself around my gag as passion and lust slowly morphs into love and gratitude.
*later
I don’t know how you do it, but your timing never fails to amaze me. An eternity seems to pass as I wait for you, giving me time to adjust. From unbearable frustration to blissful surrender, slowly immersing the long lasting relief of helplessness. No need to fight anymore, no need to escape, no need to struggle against the ropes holding me down. Just peace, acceptance and happiness…
With time passing, the haze of passion retreats from my senses and mudane preocupations slowly return to my mind. Just as my thoughts turn to boredom, just as my bonds become torturous, just as the pleasant tingling in my limbs is replaced by a numb ache, just as I fall from paradise into the cold, uncomfortable world, you walk back into the room.
The soft patter of your approach breaks the oppresive silence, the room’s atmosphere shifting with your presence. You saunter in, holding an unfinished pastry in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. Your eyes twinkle merrily at me as they roam up and down my naked body.
“Hi there, cutie. Miss me?”
You don’t wait for a response, not that I am capable of giving you one. Instead, you set down the food on the bedsideds table and lovingly run your fingers through my disheveled hair, silken strands slipping between your fingertips as you smooth out the wild tangle around my face. 