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catize -> RE: What is exciting about pain (8/25/2009 7:49:34 PM)
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The kiss of the leather strap extends much deeper than my skin. It surpasses superficiality, the slap and sting settles and soothes my very core. The joy of it makes me eager to accept even more.
Pain relished rather than endured becomes an opiate, a time warp, an explosion that illuminates the darkness of space. It is like Christmas and the 4th of July all in one; shiny paper wrapped around bursting lights/colors/sounds.
My limbs stretched outward, I am buoyed upon the warm waves of sensorial bliss. I am surrounded by his cruel attentions, I absorb the pain he bestows. He allows me to feel it all within the safety of his presence. He is my lifeguard.
Every searing blow ignites and quenches the same fire. My body and mind pulse with his rhythms, the heat intensifies to a small hot coal within my center and flares outward. I am the volcano, splashing hot liquid throughout the universe. He does not fear my flames, but dances through them without harm. We burn together but are not destroyed.
I am his canvas; he paints vivid red and purple blooms, a violent still life. He rains chaos upon my body until we are both appeased. He conducts the opera; I hit the high notes with perfect pitch; an aria of tears.
I hear the pleasure and pride in his voice and I feel submissively feminine, completed, and valued.
And then his arms around me, he is the comforter and pillow, ‘Let me be the Man,’ He says, ‘and you the woman.’ Yes, Sir, gratefully, yes.
I drive home still cuffed, my nipples clamped, tender ass wiggling on the car seat. The miles between his house and mine are not far enough to diminish my peace.
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