November 14, 2022

The whip

The room is warm, marked by the smell of bodies that have sweated under the effort and the pleasure. The red glow of the few veiled lamps that shade it reveals strange apparatus, trestles from which come stifled sighs, moaning pillories, and other wooden apparatus, fitted with pieces of leather and chains that surround hands, feet and torsos. Ropes and hooks fall from the ceiling, at the end of which roped bodies await an imminent deliverance.

She is naked, exposing her body without shame, without provocation or complexes. She is simply naked, her hands restrained by leather gauntlets chained to the ceiling, exposed to the straps that will soon lash her back.

He, shirtless and in leather pants, chooses the instrument of their desires. He weighs, evaluates, handles, caresses the leather, then stops on a supple and long whip, which he feels at this moment to be the one that will unite them, her in intense emotion, and he by conscious attention. that he will bring to bring him to the limits of ecstasy.

A last kiss, a look they exchange where you can read all the trust she has in him, her total abandonment, to which he responds with all the love that one can imagine putting in a look.

There is also in his the gratitude he feels for this abandonment, for the pleasure it will give him, that he will find in constructing with his straps the sensory and emotional journey that will bring him , she has an ultimate mental orgasm.

It's falling into place.

Spreading his arms to better welcome what is to come, as if connecting to a transcendent world, he gives himself a violent blow with the whip that he is going to apply to him.

Then he takes his marks, and then begins a litany of movements, regular, firm, powerful. The whip is at work. It becomes the extension of the spirit of the man, the link that unites his mind to that of the woman.

Flexibility of the wrist, precision of the gesture. The tip touches the skin, brushes it, caresses it, pricks it, without ever opening it.

A bubble is built between the two partners, silence surrounds them, time stands still, frozen by the hypnotizing rhythm of the tongues of leather that trace an almost magnetic path in space.

The back turns red, the only sign of temporal progression.

Sometimes a snap breaks the sweet silence of this dance for three, the man, the woman and the whip.

They are united by this sharp language and yet so soft to each other. Sweet for her because she guides her on untold emotional paths, sweet for him because he has the joy of leading her on this path.

He does not knock for himself, but for her. His pleasure is to understand the slightest of his movements to readjust his blows, accelerate them, strengthen them, sometimes soften them, to accompany him to the heights to which he aspires for her.

He sweats, takes a break, wipes his face. His chest streams, his effort is intense. He comes out of his trance for a moment to refresh himself, then plunges back into their world, again forgetting in an instant all eyes on them.

The session lasts.

Sometimes the tongue of fire approaches the woman's body and, like a snake, circles the body in a flash, in a stinging and brief attempt to constrict, causing a restrained thrill and an exquisite sensation which it lets spread in his bowels.

She receives the whip happily, emptying her consciousness of all restraint, she is nothing more than these sensations that run through her each time the flower of fire reaches her.

He is nothing more than this whip. His entire consciousness is projected into this material transmuted into a fluid that springs from his hand, goes back and forth in front of him and is transmitted to his partner by an almost invisible tip.

They come together in this point, which alone is their entire universe.

Suddenly her legs falter and bend, she is only held by the leather handles, emotions have got the better of her.

He rushes over, unties her, carries her, lays her down, comforts her, caresses her. As careful in the gentleness of his gestures now as he was firm and powerful when handling leather.

He then sits her down, takes her in his arms. They will stay like this for long minutes, exchanging their love without a word, regaining a foothold in the rest of the world, happy to have explored secret and magnificent lands together, united by this unspeakable experience that they share without speaking.</p >