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The Dark Side

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 22 Jun 2006 1 comments
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I awake to find myself on a table under a fierce white light. At first I think I am in an operating theatre, but the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles belie this theory. I am naked. The darkness around me is penetrated by hushed whispers like spiders scurrying in the night. I hear one clearly "She's awake!"I examine my situation more carefully. I dont remember much after going into the club earlier that evening. I remember the drinks, the casual conversations. And the man with the hypnotic eyes.I feel the straps securing my legs untied and a bar is put between them. I am exposed to the faceless people in the room. A hand appears and takes my right nipple between two sensuously long fingers. A male hand to be sure. He pulls my nipple up away from my small breasts. I see something glinting in the light. A needle is pushed with exquisite slowness through the sensitive skin. A small tear of blood trickles down my side. The needle is followed by a gold ring. There is a smattering of applause. Now my left breast gets the same treatment. The suspense held longer this time. My clit throbs and I find to my surprise I am wanting to feel the needles cruel sting. When I feel it, it doesnt feel like pain. This is more like a small white hot sliver of extacy that draws a line from my nipple to my clit. I gasp. There is more applause. Louder and longer. I feel those tortuous fingers on my navel. he pulls the skin up high as if in offering. Again the flash of surgical steel and a larger gold ring becomes part of me. I feel the delicate brush of his fingers tracing their way down my tummy. He stops at my mound. He moves with almost painful slowness to touch my pussy lips with the delicacy of a butterfly. My clit is erect. It is hard, and painful. He spreads me open. I am wet. So fully aroused, yet he seems oblivious. An icy tingle shoots along every nerve end. Again, the glint of steel. When I feel the needle under my clit, I almost come. The ritual ends with the placement of the fourth gold ring. The audience murmers appreciatingly. He takes a beautifully crafted gold chain and loops it trough my nipple rings to my clit and back through my navel. He secures my soul with a gold padlock. There is stillness. I hear shuffling as the audience stands. He takes a step away, out of the light. The penis enters me slowly and fully. I feel on fire. I come almost before he is fully inside me. A few pushes and I feel his warmth dee inside. Another, and another follows. I am a captive to my own desires, every touch, every thrust brigns to me ever increasing waves of intense pleasure. I am not surprised when I feel the touch of a woman's tongue. She licks delicately around my piercings, tasting the salty tang of my blood before flicking the ring below my clit. Her mouth covers my sex and my orgasm pushes the sperm of my previous lovers into her mouth in sweet communion. I cannot recall how many there were. I am taken to heights I never knew existed. How many cocks spurted their gift in me I do not know. How many were the sensual touch of women's lips and tongues? I am full. Complete. The white light over me dims. I sleep.The next morning I awake in my bedroom. I feel fulfilled. I have been the sacrifice on the altar of lust. Such a powerful dream. For a while, I lie in bed trying to remember the fast-receeding details of each penetration, of each kiss. I smile in satisfaction. Hurridly I scribble the memory of the dream into my diary.It is only when I get up to dress that I find the rings and chain are still in place.