Beneath The Light

Part 1

The satin blindfold slips off and settles neatly below me. I lift my head, searching for your eyes. You're standing before me, shoulders square, hands at your sides, staring at me. A stranger might interpret your gaze as cold, but I know better. I see a loving and proud man. You're wearing all black -- jeans, shirt, shoes, and belt. I marvel at how handsome you are. You are poised, confident, calm. You lift your chin, a signal, granting permission for me to take in our surroundings. I obey and my eyes wander.

There are five unfamiliar men in the room. They vary in age -- the youngest looks about 25. I briefly ponder the type of man he will be. The men are wearing only their socks and briefs. I notice their slumped posture, and I glance over the growing bulge in each of their briefs. The men seem uncomfortable, like they're not sure what to do with their hands or where to look. One man, the shortest, has his hands on his hips in a wide stance. I internally scoff at his insecurity. Pathetic.

The room is dark except for one uncovered yellow lightbulb hanging above me. It sways slightly. The light makes a soft, hazy circle on the floor around me. I notice the concrete floors, wooden walls, and stained ceiling. I don't see any windows or a door. To my right is a crooked couch covered with a thin sheet. Beside the couch is a wooden chair, carelessly tipped on its side. I see a few cardboard boxes, a stool, a wicker basket, and a pile of magazines. Everything is covered in a thick layer of dust. What is this place? Maybe an old storage room or an abandoned building. I have no idea where I am or what time it is. Normally, that would cause panic, but I feel peace.

The room is silent and cold. I can smell the men's body odor and a mixture of cheap colognes. The scent goes straight to my head and adds to my dizziness.

I breathe deeply and focus inward. I'm perched on a concrete platform. I'm posed on all fours, fingers together and legs wide. My back is slightly arched, exposing every part of me. The collar is tight, steadying me and reminding me of my purpose. I feel my back and shoulder muscles clenching. I notice the throb where my knees are digging into the cold platform. There is a burning ache between my legs. My heartbeat echoes in my chest.

My gaze settles back on you and your voice finally breaks the silence.

"Let's begin."

Those words push me over the edge into full submissive escape. I am sinking to the bottom of the ocean, spiraling into stillness. I release my mind and slip under the spell of your control.

Part 2

Time flashes forward.

In a moment of clarity, I float out of my body and watch myself from above. I hear my own moans and yelps as if I'm listening to a faraway recording. The room is familiar, but strange. The air is stale and cold. I can smell your cologne mixing with my own aroma.

I remember that we aren't alone, even though it feels like the world belongs to only you and me. Those unfamiliar men are still standing around me and I feel a wave of emotion, the easiest of which to identify is disgust. They are all unattractive. Out of shape, poorly groomed, and unappealing men with darkness and weakness in their eyes. I feel sorrow for them. They are clearly unevolved and full of self hatred. I feel as though I immediately understand the men. Most obviously, they are jealous of you. You are everything they are not and will never be. They desire to feel the respect and trust that I give to you. They wish they could have authority over a devoted girl like me. They wish they could have me. But, you would never allow it. They can look, but never touch. They don't deserve it.

However, their jealousy doesn't stop there. They are jealous of me as well. They wish they could have the self control and empowerment that I embody. They want to be cared for like you care for me. They long for someone to make them worthy, like you have for me. They are desperate, clawing their way through a tunnel that will never end. They want to matter, but they know they never will. Not as truly and deeply as we matter to each other. They could never compare to us.

When the immediate disgust I feel about their misery fades, I turn my attention to you and I feel humbled. I look at you -- so in tune, attentive, aware -- and feel undeserving. I bask in your presence and worship your leadership. You control this space and you've intentionally created this oasis for us. I am honored to be chosen.

My humility and gratitude shift to pride. I remember every moment that got me here. Every conversation, every mistake, every triumph. I am confident in my trust of you. I look at you and am completely fulfilled. I earned this and I belong here. This is my purpose. I am pure and clean. I am your perfect angel.

The men are lingering on the perimeter of the bright circle that surrounds me. They are predators; salivating, ready to feast, seeing me as their lifeless prey. They are mistaken though. I am alive. Breathing, healthy and strong. Untouchable. Only you have the right to step into my light and devour me. I bloom for you. Only you are the source of all my pleasure, giving and taking as you see fit. I belong to you, body and mind.

And yes, I finally notice the pain. My pelvis is hot; my breasts tender; muscles fatigued. I'm lightheaded and unsteady. I tune into the pain and wait until it turns to pleasure as it always does.

You're striking me in a steady pattern. I feel each sting vibrate through me. I flinch, but don't dare move away. I match your rhythm to my breathing. I inhale and exhale between bursts of pain, controlling my reaction and willing myself to take it. Willing myself to be good for you. My hips sway, absorbing each impact.

Suddenly, you stop and I wish you wouldn't.

Part 3

You're pacing around me, slowly, deliberately. I listen as your footsteps linger then pause. I feel you trace a finger up my spine and gracefully slide your fist into my hair, gripping tightly. My focus follows your touch as I feel a million cells respond to your touch. You pull my head up and turn my eyes to yours. I sink into your gaze. You hold me there for what feels like an eternity, as I find comfort and peace in your eyes. My eyes tell you that I'm in heaven. You lower your lips to my ear and whisper, your voice deep and smooth.

"You're doing perfectly. You're such a good girl. My good girl. Mine."

Your words echo through me, reverberating to each corner of my mind. You leisurely kiss my temple and linger there for a moment, then you leave to complete your rotation around me, ending behind my hips. I long for you to touch me, to satisfy the growing burn between my legs.

Your hands trace patiently over my ass and find their way through the wetness on my thighs. You make a gentle circle before sliding one finger into the puddle. I gasp. You spiral your finger around, deliberately feeling all sides of me, coaxing me. I exhale and lean into you. You sense my openness and begin to stretch my limits. You find the spot and my body relaxes into your tempo. You push deeper into me. I remember to breathe and my inhale centers me. We breathe together. Our hearts beating in synchronization. We stay in the rhythm for what feels like forever but also no time at all. I squeeze you into me, inviting more, asking for more, needing more. My body begs for you.

I'm showing them that they should be jealous as I'm proving my loyalty to you. We're showing off for these men -- putting on a show. Let them choke on their envy while they watch us sway in our delicate dance. I can no longer sense the boundaries of my body. You erased my edges and I am completely uninhibited.

Slowly, then suddenly, I feel the final moments before the explosion. I try to speak, to ask for your permission, but I can't access my voice. My head is spinning, caught in a hurricane of ecstasy. You keep me there, suspended in space, floating above a cliff through the surge.

Generously, you say "yes" and I erupt. The pleasure coats and tightens around my body. I explode as the thrill rushes over me. Tears burst from my eyes and a deep moan emerges from my belly. I am drowning and gasping while you cover me with magic. I am shamelessly liberated. In the moments after, I return to my body as you firmly hold my hips, the final convulsions rippling out of me.

My orgasm is a sacred gift to you. A promise. I know I've made you proud and I can't wait to hear you say it.

Part 4

You walk away.

I listen to your footsteps as you silently approach each man, standing before him. You nod, wordlessly dismissing them. They longingly take one more look at me before turning to file out of the room. I keep my gaze focused straight in front of me. The door behind me opens. I listen to their socked feet shuffle away. Their steps fade down the hall. Quiet. Obedient. Gone.

Finally, it's just us.

You check the lock. I hear you moving around behind me, leaving me stranded and shivering as I am on the platform. Eventually, you appear before me and hold my cheek, your thumb tracing over my eyebrow. Your eyes study my face, assessing my features. You embrace me into a soft robe. You help me down from the platform and I melt into your arms. We both sigh. I sink into the warmth of your adoration.

"I'm so proud of you baby."

The weight of your words hits me. I try to respond with my thanks, but I can only mumble. I don't need to speak for you to know. You release me from your embrace, gently fix my hair, and bend down to put slippers on my feet.

I am safe. I am free. My body is both soothed and sore, fulfilled and depleted. You kiss my forehead and hold my chin so I meet your eyes. You blink and everything is still. Your eyes slightly squint and a smile spreads across your face. I giggle and grin while a final tear rolls down my cheek. You look at me and see all of me. You understand. You always do.