Darkness (closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Darkness.....

Silence......


She could not tell if her eyes were open, or closed. The darkness surrounding her was so complete, not a sliver of light could survive.

The only sound she could hear was her measured breathing.... in and out.. slow... deliberate, that and the pulsing of her heart, deep within her chest.

It was cool, the tingle of a chilling touch caressing across her naked body. Lifting her head, the surface beneath her, hard, unforgiving, tile? marble? She let her fingertips play across the surface, a surface she could not even see in the all consuming shadows.

A sensation, along with a sound, different, yet distinct... a tendril of silken soft hair, tumbling forward, curling over a shoulder. Dark, long, she brushing it back with a gentle glide of fingers.

The sound, a song in the quiet air, slithering, metal. The melody sounding so very.... familiar... to her. A chain, gleaming steele, if there was the happenstance of light to flicker upon it, but of course, there was not, snaking from the tightness that coiled possessively about her throat, into that darkness.. disappearing... yet binding her, commanding her, she was at it's mercy, there in the shroud of night that kept her upon her knees, begging.. shadows... blackness... darkness...


Reaching out, a whimper slipping past her lips..... fingers again brushing the tile... or did we decide it was marble.... surface... eyes trying desperately to see, into the darkness...

Darkness....

She had always been so very afraid of the dark, and this... was no exception.....

 

[Rockingham]

The sounds change, small changes but He knew them right away. His ears had been trained, pauing, listening into the endless abyss. Her breath had been so slow, so steady.

Now, it hurried. Now he heard the familiar gasp, the movement of her chain. In the darkness he reached out, out to where she would be. He caught her cheek, one simple caress of her cheek.

"you are Mine now," His words hard, taught, drowning out in the space, despite them being barely a whisper.

His touch faded, whispered away from her, those lasting fingers desperate for her warm skin on His once more. He paused, stepping away, moving away from her.

The darkness, enveloping him, closing around him like a shroud. He had no escape but her, and she... no escape at all.

Their lives entwined in the short room, where the senses had been dulled.

He waited, on paused breath.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The touch, fingertips gliding along her cheek, slithering out of the dark, no hesitation, knowing where she knelt, knowing where she looked. Chilling, and heated, both sensations gripping her, trembling into her, quivering thru her. Lips parting, moistened, quaking, breath coming forth, accented with the lowest of moans. The chain, ever present, whispering of her capture.... hushed, muted, seductive...

"you are Mine now,"

Golden eyes blink into the night. Within one, a tear forms, alone, warm, lacing down tender skin where His fingers had only just caressed. Deep, seductive, His voice awakening sensations held deep within her heart, her soul, her essence.

She was His...

Crawling, sooo slowly crawling, to the echo of His words, to get to her feet would be impossible. How did she know that? She just did, He would not allow that, not yet. She was to be below Him, under Him, at His feet.

A shiver of fear, an emotion she desperately tried to hide, came bursting thru.. heard as the sound of a whimper.. "hhhelp me" her plea, was she begging to Him? To another? There was no other. She was a butterfly, helplessly caught in the Spider's web.. Reaching out to the Predator, begging for mercy, for death to be quick and quiet... offering her..... submission.....

"please" she pleads... reaching... fear and need mingling together inside her. A hunger awakening....

Yet... she could not touch Him, she was alone, in the darkness again, and the fear... returned....

 

[Rockingham]

"Oh, but I have helped you."

His voice still whispering, still just out of reach. His very essence here now. If she calmed, if she slowed the quivering of her body she could smell him, a rich thick musk which played at her senses. She could hear his steady heartbeat, feel for his warmth within the dark.

No, she only tried to use her eyes, her single sense to aid her. All others forgotten, tools laid by the way side as she continued to blink, to look, to try and see.

"I have set you free, dear sweet pet. you are free."

Yet, she knew not. All she knew was of her capture, and her chain. His hands once more trailed to her, seeking her. Those present fingers playing against her hair now, letting it run back to her sweet head a few loving tendrils at a time. They played against her skin, hugging her.

He did move his foot, a single bare foot closer to her. Just out of reach, less than inches, less than a hair's breath. With those chains, it could easily have been amile though.

Still, he wanted to see her reach, needed to feel her submit... willingly try what she knew was impossible.

"My pet..."

His words heavy in the air.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I have set you free, dear sweet pet. you are free."

His voice, His words, gently coiling around her. A touch here, a caress there, slithering, licking, tasting of her.

She stilled, there in the darkness, head down, once more upon hands and knees, her heart pounding in her chest. He knew, He knew her fear of the dark, knew of her fear of being alone. He knew what would tear her apart... How did He know that?

Hands splayed against the cool floor, feeling for vibration, her body tense, as if ready to spring upon His attack, but she was captive, a captive target, captive prey, His prey... He could, and would feed, when He desired.


Fingers, touching, long waves of her mane, a soft gasp from her as she lets her head strain back, seeking more, needing more... fingertips brushing her head, a brief grasp, entangling, pulling back, bringing a cry to her lips, rippling up from her throat.. He was the Dominant, she the submissive...

His touch taken from her, she turns, crawling, the chain obediantly following...

Empty... her eyes could see nothing, fingers touching nothing....

"My pet..."

She stilled once more, letting her eyes close. Her own breathing slow and steady, His, deeper, it was there, the deeper, Dominant beat of His heart, a Predator toying with His prey... His.... pet.....

The chain went tight, she was so close, she could feel His presence, just beyond the reach of her fingers. Yet He was not there, she was alone, in the dark...

"MMaster" the word dripped with her near terror, and her despairing of lonliness... yet... she was to be broken.... she was too strong willed, to bend to His will, He must destroy hers, without damaging the personality beneath....

 

[Rockingham]

"I am here, I am always with you pet. Why are you so scared?"

Fingers touched, played, danced along her skin. They were strong, sourceful fingers, they touched with purpose, and as soon as she moved to embrace them, once more they returned to the abyss just outside her reach.

"A Master takes care of His pet. Loves her, takes her. But He also must challenge her, show her new limits, bring her new heights. This is what I do for you, My pet. Yet, you show Me no respect, you simply lay and call out to Me..."

His lips, so warm, so soft, they touched against her hardened nipple. Sucking her in, taking it, hard, deep, his tongue coming out to touch. He felt her beneath him, arcing her back to him, opening more.

But, as soon as his touch came upon her wanton body, it again disappeared. As if it had never been, nothing more than a chill in a wintery night.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I am here, I am always with you pet. Why are you so scared?"

He allowed her His touch, and she calmed, a low moaning purr escaping her throat...

She rolled, to her back, like a cat that begged the attention of the Master.....

"A Master takes care of His pet. Loves her, takes her. But He also must challenge her, show her new limits, bring her new heights. This is what I do for you, My pet. Yet, you show Me no respect, you simply lay and call out to Me..."

She stilled at those words. He was right... He deserved respect, trust. He knew of her fear of the darkness. He would test her, this was just a challenge. This darkness was unfamiliar, she would need to accept that, and know that He was close, even if she could not touch Him, see Him....

"I'm sorry" a whisper, her voice so very soft. It was heartfelt, her shame dripping into the blackness, making it even darker around her...

His mouth and tongue, touching, suckling in a nipple, He looming over her in that darkness. Warmth, so familiar, so needed, desired, as He tasted, teeth raking, she feeling that nipple swell, throb, pulse in the embrace of His mouth... nails claw at the floor under her, the song of her chain, lyrical, mingles with the breathless moans that He brings forth to her lips...

He drew away, leaving her trembling there, in the dark chill that now wrapped around her.

She let her body relax, slowly sitting up. Fingers reaching for and touching the chain, His chain, she letting the tips trace the cold metal. As the steel settled back to the floor, the slave got to hands and knees, lowering her head, brushing her lips against the very chain that held her captive in the darkness. Altho she knew, even with no collar, no chain, she was as captive. Never would she leave Him.... she could not. It was not metal that held the slave to her Master, it was her devotion, and His Dominance.... Her trust and His respect.... her love and His honor.... Her submission to His Mastering....

"I can not kiss Your boots Master" she whispered into the darkness.... "so I kiss the chain that holds me bound before those boots".... He would know what she ment.... just to kiss the chain, her lips lovingly touching, caressing... she was offering her submission once again.... knowing her inaction had disappointed Him, her shame. and her need for Him, gleaming in her eyes...

 

[Rockingham]

"You wish to kiss my chain, and not my boots, dear pet? Why did you not ask?"

His boot slid ever close to her, slowly, dragging along the cold stone of the floor. It dragged because he wanted her to hear it, to know where it is. If she listened closely, if she wanted to know where he was, she could now.

She could know everything.

Where his boot was, where he stood next to her. If she gave up that fear, she would know. Know everything. He was within her grasp, within her perimeter. If she so chose, she could reach out and feel his warm cheek...

"You may kiss, pet. If you truly want to worship. If you wish to thank Me, do it properly."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The rasp of His boots along the floor... so very close to her...

Turning, a whimper slipping from quivering lips. He was so very close to her, and she had thought He ....

He what??

Had left her??

He had abandoned her???

He would leave her alone, chained....

In the dark...

In the cold...

To die....

Lonely....

Unloved....

Unwanted....

When she reached His boots, and that was only a mere second later, He was so very close to her, she was shuddering nearly uncontrollably. The darkness was getting to her, that and her self doubt....

She lavished the leather of His boots with her lips... kissing.... she even daring to wrap her arms about His lower legs, desperately needing the contact..

Desperately needing.... Him....

He could feel her shivering, trembling, shaking... her head coming to rest upon His left boot...

"You are my Lord... Master... the only One who grants me life, breath... Master... " even her voice was trembling, she hated that, hated that weakness that festered so deep inside her... the darkness always brought that weakness out...

 

[Rockingham]

Her lips upon his boots were nothing short of ecstacy. To feel her kiss at them, press against them as if lovers. Her hands around him, needing and touching. The sweet taste of submission.

Kneeling down before her, he brought her head up, tilting it. Just her head... the rest of her body knelt over, so submissive. Only the head. He wanted a kiss, wanted those lips pressed against her. The taste of her need overwhelming. Everything felt so perfect.

"I am your world pet. You must understand, in the dark or not. I am your entire world, and you are here... only for me."

He helped her to her knees, to sit to kneel at her Master's side. Even now, even in the dark where no eyes could pierce, there is to be perfection, loyalty.

His cock, hard, wanting, throbbing with pleasure touched against her soft cheek. It played along her lips... the taste of him leaking out.

"Take it in your mouth, pet. Show me I am your world."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I am your world pet. You must understand, in the dark or not. I am your entire world, and you are here... only for me."

Whispered, screamed, within her ear, His breath warm, across the room, He so very far away.. His words hovered, drifting around her, touching, caressing, fondling, nuzzling... The words, His voice, came from all around her, enveloping her, even as she embraced His legs, lips nestled to His boots..

The touch of His hand, the lift of her head, her eyes searching, seeing for a moment the gleam of His eyes, feeling the claim of His lips to hers, she could not silence the purring moan that His kiss created and gave voice to...

He was so close, even as He drew back, she could hear His breath now, feel His prescence in the darkness. He had always been there, why had she been so afraid... She had always feared the darkness, not the actual blackness of night, but the darkness of not being able to see Him, hear Him, touch Him. Her need, her desire, her submission so deep, that to be away from her Master brought only pain and fear, in the darkness....

She on her knees, no longer could she feel Him, not for the moment, but she had to trust that He was close.

The brush of Him, aroused, hard, to her cheek.... smooth head to her quivering lips. He was right there, she was not alone...


"Take it in your mouth, pet. Show me I am your world."

Tears fell, warm, trailing down her cheeks, wetting His length, her lips parting, breath washing over the surface as she moaned, tongue slipping out to cradle, lips surrounding to embrace... she took Him into her mouth, deep, the warmth, the wetness, coating, penetrating.. she suckled, feeding from Him, He was her life, her food... to taste of Him her only dream... her only want.. in and out of the warmth of her mouth He moved, she rocking slightly as she took Him..one hand cradling under His balls, soft palm grasping, the other wrapping about the base of Him, long dark hair swaying forward as that thick length dipped into her throat once more, tickling His thighs...

Still she could not see His face, only that slight gleam to His eyes when He did look down upon her...

The slave drank Him in, worshipping Him... grateful that He allowed her to feel Him close... grateful of the pleasure she was allowed to give Him, to please Him was her life... without Him, the darkness would consume her....

 

[Rockingham]

If she had something to do, if her mind was occupied, her mouth... if she could please him than the dark went away. She could concentrate on him, feel him close to her, feel the depths of him, as his cock pushed into her mouth. Those perfect lips wrapped around it, her tongue a lover in and of itself, touching, tasting caressing.

"Oh yes, My pet. So much pleasure."

He ran his fingers through her hair. He pulled her onto him, hard, controlling. Strength of lust and posession coiled around each muscle as he used her. She accepted it willingly, gracefully.

And then he let up, his fingers once more lovers, once more touching against her skin, sending tremors of gooseflesh cascading across her body.

"Are you afraid of the dark, pet?" He moved away from her, lovingly, teasingly. His cock out of reach. She would have to reach to touch it with her lips, she would have to stretch out, test the limits of her chain.