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| crimsonsky |
You shackled my ankles, painful hobbling steel. Something new and cruel from your dark cupboard. Your eyes had that look of intense concentration, a look that means something is going to happen, a look that says "brace yourself". All day i knew that You were building up to something, dark hints, a feeling of being prepared, a sacrificial ceremony, a slightly formal way of moving.
You pulled me into a sitting position and moved behind me, pulling a tight mask over my head in a single movement, zipping it at the back. Your fingers moving over the mask, settling the eye holes and making sure my mouth and nose were clear. Then a blindfold, again checking, always checking everything. Your voice, thicker than usual, "Come on then", and pulling me to my feet. The shackles bite, small steps, now helpless and stumbling. i feel the carpet change to a cool hard floor. My sense of direction gone, am i in Your hall? Wordlessly You guide me to the floor, on my knees, then turning to sit, then lying flat. The cold floor against my back. Then rope, Your hands calm and warm, binding me tightly and securing me to something immovable. i am alone now, immobilised, complete silence, i cannot hear You or feel You. You leave me for a while, i think i can hear You somewhere in the distance. Now my imagination is racing and out of control. i had expected You to fist me after this morning, my arse still hot from Your earlier ministrations, and the large tub of lube had made me even more certain. But not like this, even You couldn't manage to fist me in this position.
Then the sound of Your feet light across the floor beside my ear. You kneel and whisper "Drop this when You want to stop, do You understand?". You place a heavy, cold piece of egg-shaped metal in my right hand. i grip it tightly, not knowing what i am needing to stop, but nod and say yes.
You place something over my face, i know the smell. The hessian sack You use to isolate me, when You leave me alone in the dark. i have worn it for hours when stored in Your cupboard with Your other household implements, waiting for you to come for me. The sack is pulled tight. Then you move away. A sudden shock hits me, frantically i process it, not electricity, not Your cane, not sharp, then it is cold. Freezing cold. Gasp and wriggle. Lie still, you like me to lie still. The ice cold water moves up along my body, inner thighs, balls, cock, nipples, keep still. The metal egg now warm in my hand. i feel pleased with myself. i could stand this all day without wanting You to stop, and secretly i wonder how You thought this would worry me and surely there must be more. Then you pause.
The hessian moves inwards, no water touches me but i feel the drops, then a continuous fall on my face. A perceptible dampness spreads over my face, my exposed mouth and nose wet. Then a trickle running down my face, dropping from my neck to the floor and flowing under my back. i breath through my mouth, breath and swallow, breath and swallow. "i can do this", i tell myself, "keep breathing, keep swallowing". The flow is quicker as the hessian becomes soaked, and all the water is now coming onto my face, my breathing now so shallow that i am getting breathless, involuntarily i take a deeper breath and water enters my nose. i start to cough, panic now rising, You pause for a second then continue. Now i feel that i am starting to drown, like being trapped in a bubble under ice. i want to keep going, i am concentrating on how to last for longer, i have no thought of the metal egg now. Finally the water floods my airway and i struggle somehow to turn on my side and You stop. You deftly remove the sack and blindfold. Looking deep inside me You ask why i didn't drop the egg. i had forgotten it was there, i always feel safe with You. A dangerous feeling that has let you take me over the edge more than once.
You push me down and blindfold me again. This time a towel, and i feel i am drowning in deep water. The egg hits the floor and You stop for a while. The final time i last longer, the drowning feeling is less frightening and i feel a sense of peace. i am aware of You at my head, but at my feet i feel somebody else in the room. You have always threatened to bring someone else to use me, but this is somebody different, somebody familiar. Then i drown and drop the egg. You release my mouth and nose, the blindfold gone. Your eyes are shining, i see Your excitement and and know that You are aroused.
As You straddle my face i look towards my feet. There is nobody. And then i drown again.
A response to this http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/239657/
| 21 Jun 09, 11:22 AM The_Colonel_Whatwhat 3 yrs  |
I must admit I wonder what the subs (no pun intended) would really make of this torture. As it happens a friend of mine is an excellent swimmer and surfer. He has nearly drowned a few times and says how peaceful it becomes. Nutter! I came, I saw, I concurred | ||
| 21 Jun 09, 11:30 AM crimsonsky UK, 7 yrs |
That's why I won't let him have a safeword! | ||
| 21 Jun 09, 2:02 PM Vampire_bunny 3 yrs |
Wow, thank you so much for putting this up. It has fascinated me and really interested me. | ||
| 21 Jun 09, 2:44 PM Crystal_Eyes UK, 5 yrs   |
Just beautiful. x ------------------------------------------ | ||
| 21 Jun 09, 3:28 PM crimsonsky UK, 7 yrs |
Thank you. I shall pass it on. x
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| 1 Jul 09, 10:42 PM merrynb99 UK(SL), 6 yrs |
I like this. It makes such sense, in a funny kind of way, if you know what I mean The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. Edited 1 Jul 09, 10:43 PM by merrynb99 |
