*slipping quietly in to the dimly lit room..the torches burning low..comforting....walking to the coffee perculator and making a fresh brew...blue-grey eyes looking around...the fire embers gently glowing, the sofas so comfortable, the dias, the closets in the darkened corners...sighing with pleasure at the memory of the opening night...the most sensual scenes of Sir Sparehawk and Sir Sparehawk's darling, PENTDRAGON and His anjuli...Bravehearts morgana, Meph and tia....taking my coffee and going to sit for a while to contemplate*

*leaning back in the shadows...eyes closing...mind drifting through a sea of exquisite memories...thinking about Thorongil...His quiet strength...dignified manner...all-embracing care...His handsome features...thoughts of times my Master's eyes glance almost imperceptibly in a command for me to kneel...the sensation of cold floor against my legs mingled with the embers of submision and sexual anticipation starting to glow deep inside me...*

*as my fingers absentimindedly stroke the leather arm of the chair my minds eye sees the slow movement of His fingers instructing me to undress...the memory of my skin awakening as i reach behind my back to release the clasps on my leather bikini top, letting it fall gently from my breasts, the leather brushing down my already blushing and hardening nipples*

*...then rising, hands moving down my spine...travelling to release the button on my figure-hugging leather skirt...thumb and index finger delicately easing down the zipper...the sound of it's slow release echoing in the silence...sending small shivers through my heightened senses...and then the leather kissing my hips and thighs as i peel it downwards, hips circling slightly until it falls with a quiet swish to the floor...*

*Sitting here...my thoughts echo with the feeling of mounting warmth as i stepped out of the small pile of clothing, tanned body shivering slightly with anticipation as the firelight in O/our room flickered across my curves and shadows...licking my skin with its glow as i stood..eyes lowered...hands moving to clasp on the curve of my rear, body naked and still, awaiting the quiet commands of my Master*

*With a silent sigh i stir in the leather easy chair...placing my coffee on the side table...hips grinding slightly, muscles tensing to embrace the whispering hunger inside as my thoughts drift to the vision... standing, legs now apart and tensed, wrists cuffed together, arms stretched high above my head reaching up to the metal links locking cuffs to rope to ceiling hook. my body striving to reach higher...back and neck arching, breasts thrust forward, gold-blonde hair trailing down my back...*

*And now my hands grip the arms of the chair....remembering the focus every ounce of concentration focussing deep deep inside as the blindfold obliterates the outside world...inner control striving to calm the wings beating inside me as they try to free from their bonds...listening...the silence pierced by the magnified sound of Thorongil's movements as He twists the end of the supple leather belt around His hand...*

*A sudden whirrr and the first kisSs of the belt hits my ass...not hard, but an initial taste preparing the way for what follows...stroke after stroke building in speed and strength...in intensity...a deliberate rhythm of pain alternating from one cheek to the other, ass glowing with the stings...mind climbing the ladder with ever deepening concentration as the tendrils of pain lick through my writhing body...tasting and arousing every nerve in my sightless world...my breats burning with sympathy...my sex liquid hot with desire for the pain...the desire to reach higher, overcome more, give more*

*And sitting in this most special of rooms...in the silence of the morning...a soft moan escapes my lips as my body presses further into the chair in the shadows..memories so vivid... the pain of the belt searing like white-hot icefire...the brief moments between each switch...sensing Thorongil moving to my front, belt briefly working on my burning breasts, swollen and glowing with desire and awareness, leaving a firey latticework of pain before the intensity climbs another level...*

*thighs...at first the fronts and then the backs...but lastly...*an involuntary shudder*...the inner thighs...my body jolting violently with each contact of the belt as i strive to embrace the pain... whispering to the room as my awareness mists...don't fight it...don't tense...let it come...wash over you... and think of your Master...give Him the pain... and i recall biting my lip hard as my mind starts to float surreally...a natural wave of highs soaking me as my own body soaks in a layer of sweet sweat...mingling on my thighs with my own juices, my sex echoing the urgent fire given by the belt...*

*i can feel now how my senses feel at that moment...vision inverted to within...mouth parched...the smell of my own arousal mixing with sweat, with the leather of the belt, my collar, my cuffs... so strong i can taste the smell...my hearing attuned...the swish of the belt and snapPpPpp as it hits mixed with the pounding in my head as my body builds towards its climax...a thunder of waves rushing to a beach...touch...every nerve alight...every muscle tense and aching...every inch of my body alive with fire...*

*And then remembering the edge... the dizziness and unworldly feeling as the belt stops for a moment... my whole body poised... yearning...screaming with sharp echoes of pain...screaming with an urgency...such a powerful need...then i sense the belt rising in the air as i hear Throngil's voice...quiet but strong...controlled...*

*"Who is your Master?"..."You are my Master"..."Whose is this body?"... "Yours my Master"..."Who do you cum for?"... "You Master...only You"..."When do you cum?"... "When You command"...a slight pause...and then the whirRrr of the belt through the air and His words as its tip contacts my clit and down my sex...a lighteninglick of molten fire "Then cum for Me now My slave"*

*And as i remember the way my body erupts my nails draw hard along the leather arm of the chair...my body shaking...a tidal wave released...flooding my whole body as i cummmmmmm...primaevil power of the tide surging from my sex upwards through my stomach and breasts until it escapes with a deep low loud moan from my parted lips...surging downwards through my aching legs as my suspended body snakes, writhing, drowning under the force of my orgasm...its waves, my juices sizzling over the burning pains shooting through me...*

*...until.....my moan...subsides...to a whimper...and as my legs give way i feel Thorongil's strong arm supporting me...feel my wrists released...feel myself guided to the floor and enveloped in my Master's body and mind...lost...His world...O/our world...

And in the chair in the shadows my body burns with need at the memories...a single golden tear of joy tracing down my cheek as i finally open my eyes... and trembling coax my reluctant mind back to the present...blue-grey eyes trying to focus on this room once more...*

~Steps from the shadows to the side of His midnigh† ... His hand stroking gently through her hair... His presence letting her thoughts ebb to be replaced by Him... as she calms and sips at her coffee~

~Knowing she knows~

*feeling the touch of my Master...raising my eyes to Him...*
Yours Master....til eternity