Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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I watch him as he makes his way across the cavern. His legs seem weak, at first; his steps are slightly shaky, like those of a new born foal. His color is high but it calms down as he wends his way toward the table.
I want to speak to him. To tell him that it won't be as bad as he thinks, but in my heart, I believe it will be worse than he is ready for. After all, I am usually the one that everyone sees as comforting. It is my twin that inspires fear. But this time? I want a little of what he has inside.
I want to paint him red and white.
"No, sweet one, you are NOT ready. But you will learn."
I stride to his side, pull his arms up, position them above his head. There is a lone click in the silence and then another as I anchor his wrists with steel cuffs. The color rises, splotchy, on his face. I lean in then, to bless his chin with a soft kiss, but I don't stay there.
Instead? I raise his head and apply the blindfold to his eyes, tying the length of black velvet securely behind his head. Fingers check, to make sure he can not see, not at the top, not at the bottom. I want to take his hearing too. But I won't. Not yet.
He should hear each and every snick of the razor.
Finally, I retreat to the foot of the table. Small hands attach each restraint there, pulling steel chains through the bolt holes so that there is NO give. He has very strong legs. I don't want any movement there, at all.
"Are you comfortable, sweet boy? Do you need anything...looser?"
I would like to say that I waited for him to answer me. But that would be a lie.I didn't wait. I couldn't. The razor was singing to me from it's spot in the bowl of ice and I needed to answer it's call. I walked to the stand that held my newest toys and picked up the straight razor.
It opened with a barely heard sound.
I know he heard it though.
His body...tensed.
Now.
Now.
Now I could teach him...about sensation...and how to fear the woman who comforts. A smile tipped my lips upward as I made my way toward his feet. Very nice feet, but far too pale.
They needed some color.
The razor flicked out...and pricked...left and then right. Big toe...and pinky toe.
I want to speak to him. To tell him that it won't be as bad as he thinks, but in my heart, I believe it will be worse than he is ready for. After all, I am usually the one that everyone sees as comforting. It is my twin that inspires fear. But this time? I want a little of what he has inside.
I want to paint him red and white.
"No, sweet one, you are NOT ready. But you will learn."
I stride to his side, pull his arms up, position them above his head. There is a lone click in the silence and then another as I anchor his wrists with steel cuffs. The color rises, splotchy, on his face. I lean in then, to bless his chin with a soft kiss, but I don't stay there.
Instead? I raise his head and apply the blindfold to his eyes, tying the length of black velvet securely behind his head. Fingers check, to make sure he can not see, not at the top, not at the bottom. I want to take his hearing too. But I won't. Not yet.
He should hear each and every snick of the razor.
Finally, I retreat to the foot of the table. Small hands attach each restraint there, pulling steel chains through the bolt holes so that there is NO give. He has very strong legs. I don't want any movement there, at all.
"Are you comfortable, sweet boy? Do you need anything...looser?"
I would like to say that I waited for him to answer me. But that would be a lie.I didn't wait. I couldn't. The razor was singing to me from it's spot in the bowl of ice and I needed to answer it's call. I walked to the stand that held my newest toys and picked up the straight razor.
It opened with a barely heard sound.
I know he heard it though.
His body...tensed.
Now.
Now.
Now I could teach him...about sensation...and how to fear the woman who comforts. A smile tipped my lips upward as I made my way toward his feet. Very nice feet, but far too pale.
They needed some color.
The razor flicked out...and pricked...left and then right. Big toe...and pinky toe.