Nina327
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Watching her watch me, Smelling me get watched...
breath mewls just watching her look at me while silvers flashed and tummy tightens, ripples... sounds echoed by each other before they are even actually made.
her voice... the same.. and echo before a sound. That space, my happy little blisses space not mindful of how i move.. just that I do. My hands part from behind my neck... as much as I like choking.. being pulled to my feet is new... at least being pulled by a rope round my neck is. Nails grasp at it as I force my gasping fighting breathing slower... slow... fully in... fully out... when i can.
Little bits and parts of me want to stomp my feet... its fleeting... it was the kicks... now over my brain settled... toes strained to find balance... that ache.. starts instantly. The one that says my legs wont last like this.. but the rope round my neck says they will. .. but slow.. my heels will slowly make it to the floor... and the rope... christ... tight... still breathing.. but so very controled... hard to control.. my hands return to the back of my neck, lacing... balanced.
Trickles crawl over skin... so slow, like wet spiders. Her feet move a way and back agian... and I can hear her once more. the words come and my body feels them. no sound.. no movement. Swallowing hard I know i need give no response. None was asked for. I know for me a reply would have been exactly what could end the play... it would have been movement or sound. But her, she would accept a reply from almost anyone else but me.
A smile... a breath and bitten lips...
Gods be thanked they were bitten... that fucking tip... right there... my ribs clench and grab my air so I don't scream, toes press the ground.... air held, and held and held .... and forced out with shivered throbbing skin...
Throbbing everywhere.. like a beacon... a point that lights the other points again and agian...
I throb.
breath mewls just watching her look at me while silvers flashed and tummy tightens, ripples... sounds echoed by each other before they are even actually made.
her voice... the same.. and echo before a sound. That space, my happy little blisses space not mindful of how i move.. just that I do. My hands part from behind my neck... as much as I like choking.. being pulled to my feet is new... at least being pulled by a rope round my neck is. Nails grasp at it as I force my gasping fighting breathing slower... slow... fully in... fully out... when i can.
Little bits and parts of me want to stomp my feet... its fleeting... it was the kicks... now over my brain settled... toes strained to find balance... that ache.. starts instantly. The one that says my legs wont last like this.. but the rope round my neck says they will. .. but slow.. my heels will slowly make it to the floor... and the rope... christ... tight... still breathing.. but so very controled... hard to control.. my hands return to the back of my neck, lacing... balanced.
Trickles crawl over skin... so slow, like wet spiders. Her feet move a way and back agian... and I can hear her once more. the words come and my body feels them. no sound.. no movement. Swallowing hard I know i need give no response. None was asked for. I know for me a reply would have been exactly what could end the play... it would have been movement or sound. But her, she would accept a reply from almost anyone else but me.
A smile... a breath and bitten lips...
Gods be thanked they were bitten... that fucking tip... right there... my ribs clench and grab my air so I don't scream, toes press the ground.... air held, and held and held .... and forced out with shivered throbbing skin...
Throbbing everywhere.. like a beacon... a point that lights the other points again and agian...
I throb.