This is what you want, at least that's what I kept telling myself mentally. I was finally going to enter the the forbidden valley. Only the highly desired were welcome here. A playground for some of the wealthiest gentleman around. Catering explicitly to exotic fantasies and dark desires.
I stepped into a dark room, the walls were covered in dark satin. The fabric seeming to dance in the hints of light escaping from somewhere. Blood. That's what the walls looked like, "Just remember pain can be pleasure, that's what it's about here." I swear he reads my mind, his words send a tingle down my spine and ironically his hand finds it way to the same spot. Damien was tall, dark and handsome. Like a Sun God had personally rubbed his body down in the finest oils to give him that perfect olive tone. His black hair was a startling contrast to ice blue eyes. Those eyes could pierce the deepest pits of my mind, and have me dropping to my knees breathless at the same time. Dark. Yes he belonged here, in this dark room. Cold like the color of his eyes he walked me to a contraption.
This....thing... looked like a boxing ring turned on its side. The padded floor was bright red and had 4 diamonds coming together to form a square. There were 8 mobile arms with padded cushions. Four waist high and four above my head, the cushions on each level were able to meet in the center for.... something? I smiled awkwardly, I have no idea what this is for, but I didn't have to ask because he knew my question before it formed.
"A small invention of mine, to.... stretch the human body and support it at the same time. To test the limitations you can say," he gave me a push so I stepped on the padded floor. Before we entered he groomed me into perfection, his exact word described his artwork. Me. The outfit he picked for me was dark, fitting for this room. Slits danced across my body, exposing my skin around my nipples, my belly button and formed a panty less bottom across my thighs individually. "Beautiful," he whispered into my ear before biting into the soft skin under my ear. His hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged me here, willingly , to this dark play room I've imagined so wrong.
He moved, I watched him like prey does a predator before it attacks. He was locking two of the bottom arms fixed on the opposite sides to the center. He smiled, if only I knew what that smile meant. Cool, dark. Everything about him seemed to fit this room. His invention he said. A toy to cater to his dark desires, to feed his lust for pain and pleasure. I was speechless, I am speechless. I wring my hands together, this isn't for me and I am changing my mind.
"Climb up and kneel," he's done it again. Read my mind and given me directions against my natural instincts.
"What if I fall?" A hard look is directed straight to me, I swear it hits me in my middle.
"I told you before we came the only sounds that come from you are ones you can't keep from escaping." He cocks his head to the side and smiles, "But you don't listen and that's why you are here." He pats the red pads, a signal to get my ass where I was told to be. " I will break down your mental and rebuild you, a process you will learn fairly quickly." I take 3 smalls step and I am here, the cool fabric pressing against my hips before I climb up and fight to keep my balance.
He's behind me, the warmth of him so different from the vibes around me. "Don't look back," he mumbles against my hair, his voice daring as I hear the sound of.... chains? I fight the urge to twist my head to the side when I feel something cold and hard conform around my neck. A collar with chains pressing against my back. I hear what sounds like hand cuffs opening and feel a tug on the chains as he fits the cuff around one of the padded arms above me. Before I know it he has pushed the pads my knees are resting on outwards, the chain pulls tight and my body stretches backwards. The only thing keeping me from falling is the chain around my neck pulled tight, I gasp and reach out for something that's not there.
"Testing limitations, Perfection." He reaches for my wrists as I go to grab the peace of leather pressed into my neck. Still standing behind me he places them firmly on the dimples of my back. "Discipline, do not move your hands or I will take the privilege from you."
I swallow a whimper, nothing is painful...just uncomfortable...unfamiliar. What's happening? What's happening?! My inner voice is screaming what the fuck against the walls of my skull. I'm breathing deep, fast. The noise of me exhaling Sounds extremely loud in this too quiet room. I couldn't turn my neck if I wanted to, he has taken that privilege from me. I don't hear anything, I don't see anything but empty blood colored darkness in front of me.
And then he begins.....
Want me to continue? Just let me know and I will write more of the my inner fantasies to be read... you have no idea how dark and sexually filled my thoughts can be, and thanks for reading
I've been butchering pig all day and I'm sore. Will write more tomorrow evening, stay tuned!
