revelation of the flame
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Posted:Mar 29, 2009 10:03 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2009 10:05 pm 3152 Views
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This would be the place for Y/you all to come if Y/you wish to know more of me and what i am truly like. In the chat rooms Y/you will see the flirt, the charmer, sometimes the smartass....here Y/you will see the many flickering shadows of the flame that burns tenderly, hotly....into the shadowed recesses of Y/your heart and mind and soul......read on....smiling softly.....i hope Y/you will enjoy me.....
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The First Punishment (Part 2)
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Posted:Aug 10, 2009 9:11 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 5:59 pm 2401 Views
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The First Punishment (Part Two)
i turn to smile at Him as we reach the tub, and He softly urges me into the water that fills it almost completely. He watches carefully as i step over the side and as soon as my foot hits the water i draw in a sharp deep breath. i want to pull my foot back, but of course i cannot do so, and i stand there awkwardly for a brief moment. His voice is soft and low, almot melodic, near my ear. “What are you waiting for Mary? i went to all the trouble of drawing a nice bath for you and you act like you don’t even want to get in. Now GET INTO the tub.”
my foot sinks on into the water and i begin to tremble again. “It’s so cold Master” i whimper softly.
“Get into your bath Mary,” He reiterates softly. Despite His gentle tone i know that to disobey would be foolish indeed and i step my other foot into the cold bath. i stand there for a long moment and the slight tremble of my body intensifies, becoming an uncontrollable shudder. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves i kneel and the damnable cold stops just short of the full round cheeks of my bare bottom.
It isn’t even so much the fact that the water is cold that promotes the tears. It is more because of my expectations of heat to warm me , and because i suddenly feel very much like a recalcitrant being scolded. Sobbing softly (and i must admit here that a part of me hoped the tears would soften Him) i continued to lower myself until finally i was sitting and the water lapped gently over the bottom of full soft breasts.
A command to lie back now and the water is just below my chin. i can’t stop shaking and my Master begins to chastise me quietly as He sits watching me. He speaks to me about being mindful of appointed times and the nature of the error of my ways with regard to keeping Him waiting.
my tears are very hot on my cheeks and i become acutely aware of a change in my tone of voice as i assure Him this will not happen again. It has become almost childlike, and that seemed somehow appropriate since i am feeling very much like a disobedient . i can honestly say that i truly regretted having been late and my tearful apology is heartfelt. On the inside i am burning with shame at having displeased Him in such a manner and i make a fervent pledge to Him and to myself to never be late for Him again. Slightly mollified by my obvious regret He stands and with a few more soft words of encouragement to endure and learn from my mistakes He walks out of the room, closing the door and turning off the light behind Him as He goes. i sit in total darkness in the cold water and i can’t stop shaking. But a strange thing is happening to me now. Despite my physical discomfort there is an odd sense of calm within me. i am here, with my Master, where i have yearned to be these past weeks and i am filled with joy at the knowledge that He is with me. i sit quietly in the cold and after a bit the cold becomes more normal to my flesh and my discomfort eases a bit.
He must have known it would be so, because with His usual impeccable timing the door opens and the lights come back on. In His hand he holds a small cup, and as He sits beside me He trickled the warm water over the bits of flesh that float above the bath water. The tears flood my cheeks again almost instantly. The warm water makes the cold unbearable all over again and oh dear God in heaven i need to pee and of course i already know He will not allow me to leave the tub and use the toilet. With the small cup in His hand he leaves and then comes back in. This time the water goes right on the top of my head. It’s hot. It burns into my scalp and I am vaguely aware of Him telling me that heat escapes the body through the top of the head so perhaps it will enter me there also. It only makes the cold seem colder and washes away my tears.
i am vaguely aware of my voice again, begging softly for mercy and assuring my Master that i will not be late again and have learned my lesson. Finally He nods at me, satisfied that my regret is truthful and that i will indeed be prompt in the future. He commands me to stand and He wraps me gently, tenderly, into a towel for a moment. He pats my chilled flesh to remove the beads of water but leaves me damp and leads me back into the bedroom.
my mind reels a bit as the cold blast of the air from the air conditioner washes over my damp skin. Oh fuck I think to myself….just when i thought it was over. The thought trails off and i can’t stop the violent shudders that ripple through me as my Master spreads my towel on the sofa and tells me to sit down. Of course the air is blowing right on me and i am so filled with dread i can barely think. However, as i stated my Master is a fair and loving man, and He is covering my arms and torso with His light jacket. The warmth is instant and makes me shiver even more. He pulls a soft blanket from a bag and tucks it around me, making sure that every bit of me is covered. Sitting beside me He folds me into His strong arms and presses my head to His shoulder. i murmur another soft word of gratitude, and now He is holding me close, stroking my face and hair tenderly. W/we sit there for several long moments, His touch soothing me, His words comforting me, until finally all of the cold is gone and the shaking has stopped. He smiles as He turns off the air and motions toward the small table in front of it. “Get back on the table now.”
As i move to obey Him my eyes stray to the birch and there is a powerful flush of tingling heat in my pussy. The bath is over and done with, and it is time for my punishment to begin.
(to be continued_)
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The First Punishment (Part One)
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Posted:Jul 28, 2009 9:35 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2009 10:06 pm 2371 Views
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my Master has been building my anticipation and anxiety for todays meeting for quite some time now. My heart is pounding with excitement and my labia feels fevered inside my white cotton panties. He has commanded me to masturbate numerous times through the past several days but has not allowed me the luxury of a much needed orgasm.
my Master is, in so many ways, truly a Master of the art of domination and i love Him dearly. He enriches my life and fulfills needs that i have only recently begun to discover exist within me. i am so very grateful to Him for this….thank You my beloved One…smiling softly at You……
i am to have my first real punishment today and it promises to be a very taxing meeting, both physically and psychologically. i must admit that i am afraid….not of my Master for He is very considerate and loving….but of the things that live inside me that i have never explored. i welcome the gifts of pain and humiliation He will bring to me today and at the same time i am fearful of where those things may take me emotionally. i trust my Master completely though, and know that He will never do anything to harm me. He is very intuitive about my needs and my limits, never ceasing to amaze me with His instinctive knowledge of me. So….our meet looms very near now and every fiber of my being churns and aches and burns with the need to be with Him, to feel His birch, to serve that wonderful demanding hardness that is His cock.
i have made the grievous mistake of arriving fifteen minutes late for our appointed time today. My drive to my Master was about two and a half hours, and i was much later leaving for our tryst than i should have been. Master mentioned this to me on the phone, chastising me verbally for my lateness, but He made no mention of consequences and i foolishly believed that He would allow my disobedience to go unpunished since already today i am to be given three separate punishments. After all, He is indeed very kind, as i mentioned earlier.
When i arrived at the hotel, i brought in only my purse as instructed, and my beloved One greeted me with warm hugs, tender kisses. His arms encircled me lovingly and held me very close, very tightly, for several long moments. i know He had to have felt the pounding of my heart against His chest, the slight trembling of my muscles as I leaned into His calm and soothing Presence…..His strength like a haven in a stormy sea. My fears and anxieties were laid to rest by His touch, but alas, my relief was so very short lived. As He held me, my eyes strayed around the room to various articles He had seemingly laid carelessly here and there. Knowing my Master as i do however, i know that each item was very deliberate, suggestive of things W/we had discussed over the past weeks on the phone as He prepared me for this day. A small coil of soft silky pristine white, almost virginal, rope abandoned on one table. A small cluster of clothespins were scattered artfully nearby. A small ceramic bowl sat on the floor near the bed. A pair of pliers, the kind that have a screw like device at the bottom for narrowing the gap at the point of closure loomed ominously on yet another table top. And of course there is the birch, long and thick and rough, and i immediately remember the feel of it on my tender flesh from our last meeting. Such a sweet mixture of apprehension tinging my comfort, just as He intended, kept every nerve ending gloriously vibrant.
my Master released me from the haven of His powerful arms and sat upon the small sofa and commanded me softly to remove my clothing. He watched me carefully, His eyes burning into me, and i felt my cheeks flushing and my fingers trembling with anxious anticipation of what was about to take place. i folded my clothes neatly, the way He likes for me to do, folding each garment as I removed it. His eyes…oh my God,,,,His eyes as He watches me….so still….burning with intensity…..i feel as if He pierces my very soul with them, and indeed He probably does. That is why He is so capable of reading my every need even before i myself become cognizant of it…….how does He DO that? That is why He is my Master, and i am His slave.
Anyway, now that i am naked before Him, he smiles and nods His approval and then stands, speaking softly to me. There is a small narrow coffee table before me; He instructs me to get onto the table on my hands and knees with my legs opened as wide as the table will allow. i kneel there, with a small half smile of anticipation curling the corners of my mouth, expecting that first bite of the birch. i hear the rattle of the ice chest but i do not look up, knowing that i am expected to keep my head down and my eyes cast downward as well. When will i learn not to make assumptions????.....for i am assuming He is thirsty and wants me to have to anticipate His touch a bit longer. Silly girl…..i could not have been more sadly mistaken. i hear Him move and feel the presence of Him beside me and my muscles coil and tighten expecting the first blow. It does not come. Instead there is a piece of ice laid casually upon my bare back. i cannot help myself, i inhale sharply, a loud gasp of surprise and shock as it touches my fevered flesh. i am suddenly acutely aware of the fact that the air conditioner is blowing right behind me, and that He will not stop with one small piece. In this i am not wrong. He lays another piece upon my back, and another, and another, and another. my body shivers with the cold and i bite my lips to keep from crying out as they begin to melt and the icy water runs down my body. i dare not move a muscle, but cannot control the muscles that quiver, and soon the cold becomes painful and i am wondering ….WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM…THIS IS NOT PART OF THE PLAN!!!
Of course i dare not question Him but i have my answer soon enough. my Master begins to speak softly to me, reminding me of my late arrival and my seeming nonchalance about not being in place as required. Suddenly it is all very clear to me. i have earned yet another punishment for a day that promises to be filled with intense training so that i may better serve my beloved Master. The cold has become hot as the ice sears my back and i almost sob with relief when He brushes the little bits of ice that remain unmelted from my back and sponges me off with a soft dry towel. i want to kiss Him…but of course i do not…i murmur a heart-felt thank You for His kindness as He gives me permission to stand. With a soft smile He informs me that He has drawn me a bath, and He takes my hand to lead me to the bathtub. Already i am imagining the heat….because the bath will of course be a bit TOO warm, and the contrast of the heat on my chilled flesh will surely bring hot stinging pricks of pain. Still i smile, because even that will be preferable to the damnable cold.
(to be continued)
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