entering quietly via an obsolete mac with His little bag and 2 cylindrical post cartons and a small case - putting them by His chair
taking the spare few minutes to check through the inventory - the 144 clothespins and the homemade nipple clamps ( 2 using simple tweezers with bolts and butterfly nuts, 2 two inch bull dog clips capable of holding 200 sheets of paper in their grasp now also adjustable with bolts and buterfly nuts and the 10 alligator clips thin and steel teethed with bolts and butterfly nuts).Continuing to empty the bag sorting out the tiny clips that He loves to use - thinking of the parellel troughs and white ridge that they leave when taking tiny nips of skin.
Checking the clothespins - all drilled and all multipurpose - adjustable and stringed in 24s at present.- checking that the grooved and narrowed ends have no rough edges.
Putting those with red tag marks one side - they being the ones with tiny brad heads stuck in place - narrowing the area through which the pressure will apply - checking that all are still smooth and clean.
Taking out the two leather working wheels that have been filed to much sharper points than necessary to merely mark leather and placing them next to the small twin wire brushes.
Taking out the choker chains and the 4 table cloth clips with built in weights and those other kitchen clips that are as vicious as their purpose is incomprehensible - and finally tipping the remainder of the bags contents onto a green felt square on His chair.
A tiny woman enters the room quietly, yet shimmering with playful energy... her large golden eyes take in the gathered C/company... her diaphanous gown falling softly about her rounded breasts and luscious curves... her long brown-gold hair is highlighted with specks of sparkling silver, earned in the course of her 40 odd years of precious life. she is articulate, funny, educated, and rather strong-willed... and yet to serve a Master of maturity and experience is her greatest wish.Through the almost transparent gown her dark mons can be seen... less obvious are her smoothly shaven labia, already starting to glisten with moisture. her rosy-brown nipples begin to shrivel as she feels the eyes of so M/many inspecting her.
she moves with grace and poise to a cushion near the fire... her left foot a step before her as she lowers to her right knee... the left bends slowly, causing her to ~wince~ as it takes her weight 8 inches from her right. she kneels with her back straight and shoulders drawn back, her palms up and open, resting upon her thighs, her eyes flicker about the room... hoping to be found worthy.A captivating smile flashes at T/those assembled as she waits serenely, calm yet ever-hopeful.
apologies for being a minute late, m'Lord. i've been forced to use my alternate server.
opening the case and taking out the large and small paddles - both of wood with fur on one side and leather on the other.taking out the small floggers - one soft and three of various sizes made from kangaroo hide - thin and light but very strong - also taking out the plaited roo flogger - all made at various times in the past few weeks.
removing the hanks of rope - three ply elastic plaited from thin clothesline
some smaller pieces of the clothesline and short pieces of soft cotton piping approx 1/2 inch in diameter
- leaving them all on the chair or near it
smiling wrylysit at My feet little one and rest your right knee for a short while
wondering where the *Lord* came from
smiling almost shyly... she stands and moves to a cushion by Him... settling more comfortably as He sets up His... um... fascinating implements...
grins i promoted You, i guess.
taking out the 2 sets of cuffs with double locks and now covered with fur - the thumb cuffs and the heavier dutier set of hand cuffs and last and certainly not least in weight - the ankle cuffs
concentrating only on you and wondering what you are really seeking tonight little one?
turning all her focus on Him now as she sees His preparation is completei seek an interesting scene with One i have long enjoyed as a Friend, and admired as a creative Dom. smiling into Your eyes
waiting for your answer tapping the small and delightfully vicious little rubbertipped crop on His knee
with no humour?
listening to the rapid taps... her tongue tracing her lips slowly...
taking one pair of the fur covered cuffs and double locking both on your right wrist - as tight as is possible without cutting the circulation -
That is up to You, Master. As long as You understand that i shall be unlikely to see the humor in anything once i am bound and in "submission mode". bowing my head
watching the cuffs engulf my right wrist and much of my lower arm... feeling the slight pressure... smiling at the sensations beginning to awaken
and matching the second wrist with the other pair before holding you by the chains in each pair and drawing you upright -
admiring the matched set... feeling the tug drawing me to a stand
marvelling at the smallness of your arm and drawing the metal cuffs together with the action on the chains
looking deep into your eyes - still wondering
my arms move in accord with the chains...
matching Your gaze... my pupils dilating... seeing the question in Your eyes, yet not knowing what question it is... smiling softly... reassuringly... and laughing self-depracatingly at a sub reassuring a Master
holding your hands out in front of you at 90 degrees and adding the 4 lb weights to the chains
- just wait like that a while dear - don't move.
smiling weakly as i take the weights upon my outstretched arms... not too bad yet... just a little uncomfortable... but knowing... oh yes... knowing what a little weight over a lot of time does to muscles...
when the self-deprecation has ceased and when you see the question is whether you are ready to begin yet you will know the answer was no at the time of asking
another question - why the diaphonous gown?
hmmmmm... i believe i had already begun at the time of asking, m'Lord. As to the gown... shrugs You did not tell me to arrive in any particular garb or state of nudity... and so my typical article of clothing is draped over my body.
wondering whether the slave will remark on the misspelling of diaphanous or that W/we are indeed ready to truly begin
feeling the weights beginning to drag at her upper arms and shoulders... biting her lower lip
*grin*Kneel on one knee litle one.
lowering to my right knee... the left bending but not to the floor... my outstretched arms beginning to strain... tension now in neck as well as shoulders and arms
very good little one - you may lower your arms now and W/we will begin
with a deep sigh of relief... my arms drop heavily in front of me...
taking the blindfold - 2 pieces of soft black leather - putting it to His nose first to savor it before gently placing it over your eyes and knotting the two ends firmly - knowing that it is thick enough to cut out most vision except for lights such as candle flames or light filaments
walking quickly to the table in the middle of the room - placing a candle in its centre and lighting itCome here little opiate
watching You with the blindfold... feeling the dark leather against my eyelids... closing my eyes behind the soft leather... darkness and the raw scent of tanned hide... and the slight pressure as You tighten the ends behind my head
moving silently back to the chair to pick up the felt square and its load - together with the ropes and a small single edged knife with a blade about 4 inches long
footsteps... Your voice at a distance... a command... my eyes open instinctively... sensing an indistinct glow... rising to my feet and following both Your voice and the dim light... slowly... my feet unsure of obstacles... breathing a sigh as i finally arrive unscathed at the edge of a table
listening to Your steps crossing and re-crossing the room... waiting...
watching you carefully while returning and placing the felt on the floor the other side of the table from you - returning again to collect the paddle and floggers and slipping them into the small nooses at each table leg for quick accesstaking you under the shoulders and gently lifting you to sit on the table edge
feeling strong hands lifting me... the hard surface under my buttocks... my feet dangling over the edge...
lie down little opiate - you will find that you will fit almost exactly in length - then hold your arms above your head - parrallel to the ground and off the back of the table - keep the palms upright to help stretch those muscles the opposite way to before -
one more foray across the floor - making noise going away - and picking up the 2 cylinders - shaking them - before .....
leaning back... using one elbow to make the descent easier... feeling the cool hard surface through the thin material... raising my arms... and lowering them back over my head... wincing as the weights pull at stressed muscles
listening... the sense of hearing heightened by the loss of sight... counting footsteps away... waiting...
...waiting...
.....waiting...
and not hearing the returning footfalls
..... returning silently -
and waiting... my arms beginning to burn from the weights...
using the knife - to slash upwards - dull edge to the skin - through the gown - dividing it in two
shivering as suddenly i feel cold metal against my skin... wondering how i missed hearing Your return... the *rrrrrrrriiiiipppppp* of fabric exposing my body to the cool air
thinking of supporting your arms - looking at the muscles and deciding it was not time - cutting the gown to scarf sized pieces - checking on the shoulders and arms once morerunning fingers across your left breast
finding my breathing strained by the burning ache in my arms... listening to the destruction of my garment... and to Your breathing...ahhhhh... my nostrils flare with pleasure as i feel the warmth of Your fingers on my breast... my chest rises as if to press the nipple into Your hand...
running a piece of gown through each end before double locking the heavy metal leg iron over your left ankle and then your right ankle. Feeling the difference between the cold of the metal and the silk when tying each piece of silk to a table leg - legs now about 18 inches apart held by taut chain - pulled taut by the silk binding to the leg
taking the strain of the weight - looping rope through the chains on each cuff and throwing it up over the beam to tie as support - still the equivalent of above your head - running the fingers over each breast in turn and then gone again
goosebumps raising on my skin as chilly metal envelops each of my ankles... except for an unfathomable stripe of non-coolness... a smile crossing my lips as i feel the parting of my legs... the securing of my ankles to the table... aaaaahhhh... my vulnerability increasing... even as my arms scream silently under the weights
another piece of rope through the chains at your wrists and tied to the other table legs - stopping movement of the wrists sideways - upwards or downwards
moaning gratefully as at last my fatigued arms are relieved of their burden... my nipples shriveling as Your fingers dance over them...
taking the small bronze colored wheels leather marking tools with slight modification - pressing hard enough to leave a sizeable indent without breaking the skin - staring each below the armpits and tracing meandering paths down the ribs - and across to the breasts and slowly spiralling towards the nipples - leaving the imprints of love every 1/4 inch in their twin but not quite symmetrical journeys
taking each for an unscheduled diversion across and across and across each nipple - pressing slightly harder .... and across .. and across and then gone - leaving the paths for the clothespins to follow
my torso jerks suddenly as the sharply pointed objects dig into my flesh... unable to suppress a whimper... a long high pitched whine... as the wheels turn... gambolling over my skin... my head tossing slightly as trails of goosebumps and dents follow the twin journeys...
taking far longer to put on than remove - one at a time of the 72 clothespins at 1/2 inch spacing - having checked all are grooved but not jagged before - each one lovingly applied and tightened with the butterfly nut - each at the maximum pressure - 2 lines - attached with cord - domino or Zipper - who knows - starting from under the armpits - every half an inch - towards the 36 in each line on the nipple - - tightening and retightening the line as it slowly moves down
whimpering fitfully as the sharpness touches my nipples... biting my lower lip... panting... afraid to move as my sensitive skin is jeopardized... focus... finding my focus... calming...
retightening on each nipple.... before adding further lines of indents from the inside of the knee up the inside of the knee and along the edges of the hairless valley to the source of the river
shuddering as the first burning pinch of skin tears my focus from my breasts... high pitched animal noises deep in my throat as one after another is applied... tasting blood as my teeth sink into my lip... until the pattern... the pain... becomes clearer... and i will myself to submit... accept... yesssss... surrender...
watching your reactions before attaching the next two lines of clothespins.checking that the original lines of 24 and the one that had been cut silently to make the 36 s above would work well
wincing slightly as my nipples receive the burning pinch of clamps... regulating my breathing... deepening my submission... enjoying the delicious pricking along the inside of my thighs and around my sex... mmmmmmmmmm...
two lines of 24 - one with red tags - with the tiny brad heads gripping to the right leg - the other - normal but heavily grooved - to the left - slowly making there way to the 24th of each line - to fight each other and therefore far thinner than the rest - on your clitoris..... placing them all loosely first - just tightening enough to stay in place ..... for the present.
pain... mmmmmmm yes... more pain... more bites of clamps... my tongue tracing my lips... gingerly licking the bloody spots...
my breathing raspy... but accepting as the pins close on the flesh of my thighs... mmmmmmmmm... ohhhhhh moaning softly as You attach the biting pinching clothespins to my swollen labia... but as the twin clamps close around my clit, i sob... my head tosses... whimpering again... the intensity threatens my peaceful acceptance...
starting to tighten - one fron each thigh in turn - watching the flesh rebel against the pressure and finally tightening the twin 24th - slow but so enjoyable - so much love in the making of and the postioning of these simple pieces of wood and metal - looking at the 4 lines and taking out the two favorite 87c tweezers and opening the metal scooped jaws ......
watching the inner turmoil and placing the tweezers - one to each nipple...focus little one - think of a deep blue lake that is shimmering beneath a blue sky - the warmth that is coming from you spreading out to cover A/all in this room and outside like the light dancing on that lake
panting... pain increasing... burning... my head tossing in silent protest...or not so silent... as the clamps tighten on my tiny erection... a squeeeeeeeeeal... a sob... my body jerks... my eyes fill with tears... nooooooooooooooooo pleeeeeease *sob*
wanting you to see the calm in His face - trusting His words are sufficient - waiting to continue when you are at peace
eeeeeeee! my head tossing wildly from side to side... whipping my shoulders and neck with my long hair... my nipples screeching with searing pain... stars... seeing stars... gasping... panting... seeking my focus... my escape...
regaining my composure slowly as You wait... acceptance... submission... surrender... to Your will... Your pleasure... Your gift of pain to me... my breathing slowing... the pain becoming more distant again... yessss... subspace opening to embrace me...
stilling your frenzy with strong firm hands to your cheeks and kissing those Munchian screaming lips with His that are soft.. smiling.. soothingly damp... and expectant
gratefully surrendering to the warmth of Your hands upon my face... Your lips... mmmmmmmmmm an unexpected gift... i return the kiss adoringly... calmer... at peace...
and pleased to find that that scream had disappeared even before the touch of lips - and tightening the nipple tweezer clamps againYou shall have relief little one -
taking the ends of the string from each underarm in His left hand and the two ends at the knees in His right - preparing to remove the pins
my eyes rolling up in my head as the nipples receive the tightening bite... yet still calm... tranquil... accepting... not seeking relief now... the status quo is where i am... where i wish to be...
accepting your gift of the kiss - about to give you a far bigger gift in return - taking the strain on all 4 lines - knowing that he will not be able to count the minor eruptions as each pin flies away from your body - pleased that your blind fold is still in place and letting go with His right hand for a few seconds to put a clear plastic mask over His eyes -.. taking the srain in HIs right hand again and noting roughly where 12 pins are so that the second group will finish with the first
only dimly aware of slight tugging at the ending clothespins... my skin on fire but my mind wrapped in gauze...
The status quo is no place to be little one - growth cannot stand still - it must continue onwards or die away - you must pass the status quo and fly into the unknown little one - fly in a surge of wood and steel like a flock of migrating birds - to fresher and newer pastures - ...wrapping one more circle of cord round each hand and standing tall above you - ready ...
hearing Your words... letting them wash over me... not allowing the ominous quality to distract me from my tranquil state... trying not to prepare myself... only to accept... that which is and will be...
bending once more ..... to bring back feeling - gentle tongue on left nipple - then right - then fighting its way past the two pins to the clitoris - wakening the sensations - showing the love - ... coming back to wander over those lips so close to the blindfold - listening to the breathing
feeling the tranquility ... loving the acceptance .... kissing you hard on the mouth before pulling first the left and then some second later the right hand - seeing all the pins flying and coming to a dangling rest in some 3 seconds
moaning... purrrrrrring... mmmmmmmmm Your tongue stirring my passion... a gush of sweet womanjuice slips from my cunt and drenches the ends of the clips... pleasure and pain combined... ahhhhhhhhhh... another kisssss... my mouth embracing Yours... seeking to worship You... to devour You and be devoured...
walkquietly away for a short drink of soda water and to put the pins in the case before returning and taking all the other toys out of the cylinders
and then with one movement... my peace destroyed again... incredible... mindboggling pain erupts over already tortured flesh... ripping... burning... and the tidal wave of pain as blood returns to deprived tissues... i hear a screeeeeeeeam... could it be my own? a slave-body jerks and spasms as the pins splinter away from it... the slave-mind dashing off to a far corner of the room to observe
seeing the wet table and knowing how you feel - smilingI know your feelings little one - that will cum later - but if you really wish to - you only have to beg - and wait to see My answer.
The first time anyway.
climbing to lie on top of you - wearing His black leather and latex thong and nothing else - crushing you with His weight - wanting to feel you beneath Him - to attune Himself with your body before continuing
kissing you gently again - ... and then kneeling astride you and pulling the flogger from the table leg noose - flicking the tweezer teased nipples with its softness
the slave-body lies shivering on the table... alive with pain... while the slave-mind watches... listens... too dissociated to want, much less beg... it hovers over Your shoulder... Yours... as is the twitching body...
His knees pressed against your waist - his softly sweating thighs against your hips and His calves pressed against your thighs - a O/oneness that has not been present before - as He smells the scents of evaporated fear and excitement swelling up from you
aaaaahhhhhh... the weight... the warmth... of the Master... yessssssssss... the slavebody exalts to feel Him... to smell Him... to be His...a kisssssssss... mouths embracing... slavemind slips back within the body in order to fully appreciate the delights of His lips... of mingled breaths...
removing the tweezers softly = unscrewing the clips until they fall away - rubbing the white left nipples between his lips and the right between the thumb and finger of His left hand before dropping the flogger and using the palms of both hands to massage quickly and deep - deep into the slave behind those nipples.
reaching over to the empty soda water glass - for the ice
only one need now... to please Him... the body... the mind... join again with that aim... wishing only that she could gaze into His eyes now... to show her devotion
putting it into His mouth
tears slipping from between her eyelids... not of pain but of joy in His tender caring for her tormented nipples... love for Him floating in waves to caress Him
taking the soft flogger in the right hand and the plaited thin roo hide one in the left - to begin afresh
but before beginning leaning back on his haunches and pushing back off the table - to lean forward again and bring the ice and tongue to that other tormented place - filling your cunt and washing over your clitoris - wave after cold wave - to douche and soothe
moaning at the cooling pleasure... ahhhhhh so grateful for His kindness... this is the slave's reward... she cries softly with the joy of it...
continuing down one trail of inprint pricks and white ridges - ice and tongue in a flood of coolness - - across to the other knee and back the almost twin trail - trailing cold saliva and soda'd ice
looking at the other twin trails - down normally where the arms cover and across the ribs - using the soft flogger to trace those paths ans then the plaited to stripe across each of the white ridges - using just the tips - not the comfort of the main body of the tails - enjoying His handiwork - left side firstsoft flogger flicking from the left hand and the right laying the stripes with joy
the body shivers with the cold... and begins a slow undulation... her sex alive... hot... wet... yet without expectation of fulfillment... smiling... serene... lost in the depths of feelings
feeling the hot kiss of leather on her slaveskin... oh but distant... indistinct... kisses indeed... not disturbing to the slavemind's peace...
continuing to trace the journey to the nipple and then stopping to remove the blindfold
looking into your eyes and checking your hands for warmth before continuing - loving your acceptance now He knows it is not caused by being in this position too long
light! reality!... intruding on her peace for a moment... until her eyes can focus on His... she smiles
continuing on your left side before softly alighting from the table again and moving to untie the rope to the beam - letting your arms take the full weight again - - ... taking off the weights and placing them on the floor - tipping the table up on end - so you are standing to all intents and purposes and putting the weights and several others there already on the legs of the table to make it rigid
Taking off His clear mask - rethreading the rope through your wrist chains and back over the beam - directly above where you now are - to lift them and support them again - taking the split cane - homemade - 4 pieces of split cane bound in soft roo leather - heavy and strong - but cane flexible - turning to you once more - looking at the remanants of the gown bedraggling down behind you
wincing as my arms again receive the weights... happily relieved of the burden before losing focus... a little dizzy as You tip the table up... on an endorphin high...
watching You calmly... eyelids half-closed... without fear or anxiety even when seeing the wicked looking cane
remembering the knee problem and aiming across the thighs slightly higher than He would normally to begin the slow escalation from lower thigh to the groin - slow measured strokes - every 30 seconds or so - leaving a small welt that is almost 3 as the split cane pressures through its leather restraint - each caress neatly adjoining the one beofre - a tide that slowly rises inexorably
count little one - I estimate that 10 will be sufficient with your length of thigh
feeling chills of pleasure in my neck and shoulders as the searing stripes are applied to my thighs... as they move higher... closer to my womanhood... peaceful acceptance of the sweet pain... hoping only that it pleases You to deliver the gift as much as it does to receive it...
coordinating the strokes with His other favorite - the shoe horn He found on the first day He looked for toys - 2 foot 6 long with a metal shaft with a coiled spring on the end which flexs like a crop - with the curved metal almost oval on the end shiny and slick and curved - for heavy cropping or light tickling - cool / cold ...
interspercing the cane caresses with the quivering left handed application of the shoe horn - flicking and teasing the cunt lips and clitoris - so cold and impersonal but so .......
counting softly with each crack of the cane
her nostrils flare as the cold metal smacks against her womanhood... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh... mmmmmmmmmmmm... yeessssssssss... her hips move forward to meet the slaps...
cold chrome bouncing on your clitoris - almost too fast to see - a metal humming bird - covering itself with non metal honey
groaning with the familiar tingle in her joints as the flicking becomes harder... faster... the soles of her feet seem about to sneezeMaster... please... may... i... cummmmmmmmmm? gasping out the words of need
surprised at the sudden sounds - words emanating from those beautiful lipsyou may come little one - but you do know My thoughts on that -
continuing to use the left hand from below now - dropping the cane and bending to take over the flicking with His tongue - aavoring all that the slave has build up for Him and is now offering - and really thirsty
and then stopping to stand - now holding the cane and lashing 4 times quickly across both nipples - allowing for the slight difference in height
taking up the double wire brushes
and using them to trace the line again from under the right armpit to the right nipple - brushing softly down that path - once - twice - three times
smiling - thinking of the clothespins and sayingyou have pleased Me little one - you may come - no strings attached
continuing to massage the nipple with the wire brush while slipping the horn edgeways between the lips - the chrome bisecting the tiny erection - that is steadily becoming less tiny
a sigh of relief... moaning lustily... Your tongue warming and soothing...gasping at the crack of the cane across my nipples... so close to the edge... grimacing as You rake my skin with the wire brushes... trying to regain focus
moving the brush across to the left nipple - and biting hard on the right -before putting an ear to it to feel your heart beat quicken
smiling at the changes of expression scudding across your face -
groaning... focus returning to my heated sex... the tingle almost lost again builds to fever pitch... my head tossing with wild abandon...
standing back to order you to . .cum now for Me and for W/whoever is watching
my head jerks to the side as You bite my nipple... panting... my hips grind forward against the cold metal shoehorn... and my clit... EXPLODES!... ahhhhhhhhhhhh... and wave... after wave... after wave of oblivion engulfs me... yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gonnnnnnnnnnnnne mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
hoping the O/Others enjoy it half as much as the Master before you
gasping... panting... almost laughing with relief... smiling lovingly into Your eyes...Thank You, Master. *gasp*
redoubling the strength of the strokes to your cunt - now with the flat of the horn - tap....tap....tap.... slap .....slap ......slaaapp...I have so many things that I would like to share with you little one - but I suspect that you will wish to rest now? The table probably will not withstand another shock like that last *grin*
untying your wrists once more and this time letting them fall to your thighs ...lifting the table up and loosening the pieces of material tying your feetRoll over little one - just one more for the road - to leave something behind for you to remember Me by
obediently rolling onto my tummy... GRIMACING at the pain... pressing my cheek against the table... gripping the edges of the surface
As You wish Sir.
playing the fur side of the paddle across the reddened ass cheeks - from pressure of the table not from Me - and then adding 4 new deep red marks as the very heavt paddle rises and falls with the leather trying to reach your clitoris from the back.watching the bruises almost grow before My eyes before unlocking the double locked leg irons and letting you stretch your legs - massaging them slowly for you as reward for your total submission to One that you had so often laughed with.
unlocking the two pairs of cuffs and then massaging your wrists and arms and shouldersyou have one more task before you leave little one - lifting you off the table in My arms and placing you on the floor in an almost kneeling position
accepting the smacks against my ass... hips lifting to enhance Your access... but glad this time when You stop... my body spent... my mind kind of mushy
watching your diminutive form with far more love than He believed possible
grateful for the moment in Your arms... wishing that could go on until i fall asleep... but finding myself in a half-kneel before You... looking up into Your eyes... awaiting Your command
No command little one - I am awaiting something from you that you have implied so many times tonight and which would be the most suitable way for you to leave Me.
gathering up all the toys and putting them in the case and cylinders while awaiting a sign of gratitude from a slave that was His for a moment and will now pass into Hisstory and perhaps herstory.
the endorphin-drugged mind puzzled... she bends to kiss His feet adoringly...Please, Master... tell me what it is... i would do anything to please You!
taking His hand... she kisses each fingertipGratitude, Master? yesssss i am indeed grateful... Thank You
Thank you litle one - you may go to bed now and if you wish My memory to remain there with you tonight - then I will not stop you *grin*
taking A/all His toys and bowing low to T/those in the room as He too leaves for rest
Thank You, Sir. For purchasing me, and for Your gifts of pain and pleasure.she stands... curtseys... returning to reality... formality... she turns and moves out to RT
turning and returning to kiss you gently on the lips -
Good Night litle opiate
