Silence

SILENCE

I awoke to discover her asleep across the room in a little pile on the floor. Her posture collar snugly filled the neck space between her shoulders and face. She was still wearing her high heels and her wrist cuffs were attached to each other with a steel clip. I liked that.

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'Prelude to Silence'

We were attending a major fetish weekend event. We had played intensely and she was in a very submissive mood. Noting that she was all right I drifted back to sleep. Sometime later when I when I re-awoke I noticed that she had joined me in the bed. She had dutifully fastening herself into her pentacuffs - five leather restraints connected by chains that restrict her movements. Again, I was pleased.

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I had trained her to "fuck herself". Unlike the practice of some in the scene, I did not want to deprive her of sex. I had other ways or torturing her. We had talked about deprivation, but lets face it, I like it better this way too. It had taken her a while to realize it, but she needed sex. She had always been a horny girl - even though she hid it. The fact that she hadn't slept around didn't change the fact that she was a slut at heart. She needed sex - and lots of it. Denying herself had only made her a bitch, confusing all those around her. So as was our custom, in the morning - as soon as she could identify my stirring - she would climb on top of me. I expected it - in fact I demanded it. It was easy for her to make me hard. It was her job to straddle my body as best she could. She nearly always wore chains and they barely allowed her legs enough room to span my body. I liked the feel of the chains and she was always careful not to press the chains too hard against my groin or chest. She didn't want me to lose my erection any more than I did. The chains forced her to sit erect - a position that stimulated her inside and gave me good view of her cunt and breasts. I liked watching her face as she reached orgasm and I liked the fact that she couldn't bend forward and kiss me. It was about sex - pure satisfaction of her animal needs. So even though she was feeling extremely submissive, the force of habit required her that morning to sheepishly brush away the covers, take her practiced position and impale herself on my hardening cock. She fucked herself until she was satisfied and quietly rolled off to the side. I didn't cum myself - I rarely do early in the morning - it's my sadistic way of making her all the more horny for the rest of the day. I said nothing. She rolled over and since there was no coffee in the room lit a cigarette. After a few minutes her urges returned and she repeated the procedure. Once again neither of us said anything.

I drifted back to sleep for a while, and I imagine she did as well. We awoke again to the silence. It was late morning - though you couldn't tell from the darkened room. The steady drone of the heating unit obscured the normal sounds of the hotel. I pulled her hair and brought her mouth close to my penis. I could tell she was feeling extremely submissive. She swallowed my cock and massaged it with her hands. I know my cock found its way inside her again, but I really can't remember the circumstances. She was drifting deeper and deeper into sub-space. At one point she scribbled a note telling me that she was all right. I read it and said nothing in return.

I still had on the leather pants and body harness that I had fallen asleep in the night before. The distinctive leather aroma and the subtle sounds of leather and steel were intoxicating. The silence was unusual for us. We normally use a portable CD player to enhance the ambiance of our environment, but today there was not even a radio. The only sounds were the gentle hum of the heater and the ones we created ourselves. I was flying on instinct. Sometimes I could feel what she wanted, other times I just guessed. Moods drifted and shifted rapidly. Right now she was being fucked - violently fucked. She needed it - or at least I did. I came all over her.

I tied her hands as I lead her to the shower. I hobbled her knees too. I was anything but gentle as I removed her cuffs and forcefully guided her into the shower and adjusted the water. It was a very long shower. I washed everything. I forced the wash cloth into every crevice of her body. I was very thorough. I thoroughly soaped my penis and cleansed every hole in her body, shampooing her hair as I did so.

She was probably confused when I didn't shut off the water after rinsing her. But she was far from done. She soon felt the hard sharp steel of my straight razor as I proceed to remove all of the hair on her body below the neck. I moved her body into countless new positions as I guided the blade up and down her arms, across her back and around the continuously curving surfaces of her butt and shoulders. As the hair disappeared from her body, washed away by the continuous curtain of warm water, she became more naked than she had ever been before.

I eventually turned off the water, but her shower was not yet over. With her wrists and knees still bound I positioned her in front of the vanity outside the bathroom. Without using a towel I proceeded to dry her with a hair dryer. It was a small dryer and would have taken a long time anyway, but never one to be in a hurry, I placed it on the lowest setting. The high pitched hum was the only sound we heard as the warm air flowed in ever changing patterns across her skin.

After she was finally dry, I moved her back to the bedroom, removed her ropes and placed massive wooden cuffs around her wrists and ankles. They forced her limbs apart in an unnatural stance as I combed her hair. The sensual nature of the brush was eventually too much for me as I turned it into a weapon and forced the bristles into her crotch, dragged them across her thighs, and slapped her cunt alternately with both sides.

With her legs still forced apart, I ate her out. By now it was late afternoon and we began to exchange notes. She eventually asked about ending our "code of silence". I replied "Well, that was an accidental delight." It was six o'clock in the evening and they were the first words of the day.

I awoke to discover her asleep across the room in a little pile on the floor. Her posture collar snugly filled the neck space between her shoulders and face. She was still wearing her high heels and her wrist cuffs were attached to each other with a steel clip. I liked that.	Read Carly's 'Prelude to Silence'
We were attending a major fetish weekend event. We had played intensely and she was in a very submissive mood. Noting that she was all right I drifted back to sleep. Sometime later when I when I re-awoke I noticed that she had joined me in the bed. She had dutifully fastening herself into her pentacuffs - five leather restraints connected by chains that restrict her movements. Again, I was pleased.	View Penta-cuff photo
I had trained her to "fuck herself". Unlike the practice of some in the scene, I did not want to deprive her of sex. I had other ways or torturing her. We had talked about deprivation, but lets face it, I like it better this way too. It had taken her a while to realize it, but she needed sex. She had always been a horny girl - even though she hid it. The fact that she hadn't slept around didn't change the fact that she was a slut at heart. She needed sex - and lots of it. Denying herself had only made her a bitch, confusing all those around her. So as was our custom, in the morning - as soon as she could identify my stirring - she would climb on top of me. I expected it - in fact I demanded it. It was easy for her to make me hard. It was her job to straddle my body as best she could. She nearly always wore chains and they barely allowed her legs enough room to span my body. I liked the feel of the chains and she was always careful not to press the chains too hard against my groin or chest. She didn't want me to lose my erection any more than I did. The chains forced her to sit erect - a position that stimulated her inside and gave me good view of her cunt and breasts. I liked watching her face as she reached orgasm and I liked the fact that she couldn't bend forward and kiss me. It was about sex - pure satisfaction of her animal needs. So even though she was feeling extremely submissive, the force of habit required her that morning to sheepishly brush away the covers, take her practiced position and impale herself on my hardening cock. She fucked herself until she was satisfied and quietly rolled off to the side. I didn't cum myself - I rarely do early in the morning - it's my sadistic way of making her all the more horny for the rest of the day. I said nothing. She rolled over and since there was no coffee in the room lit a cigarette. After a few minutes her urges returned and she repeated the procedure. Once again neither of us said anything.
I drifted back to sleep for a while, and I imagine she did as well. We awoke again to the silence. It was late morning - though you couldn't tell from the darkened room. The steady drone of the heating unit obscured the normal sounds of the hotel. I pulled her hair and brought her mouth close to my penis. I could tell she was feeling extremely submissive. She swallowed my cock and massaged it with her hands. I know my cock found its way inside her again, but I really can't remember the circumstances. She was drifting deeper and deeper into sub-space. At one point she scribbled a note telling me that she was all right. I read it and said nothing in return.
I still had on the leather pants and body harness that I had fallen asleep in the night before. The distinctive leather aroma and the subtle sounds of leather and steel were intoxicating. The silence was unusual for us. We normally use a portable CD player to enhance the ambiance of our environment, but today there was not even a radio. The only sounds were the gentle hum of the heater and the ones we created ourselves. I was flying on instinct. Sometimes I could feel what she wanted, other times I just guessed. Moods drifted and shifted rapidly. Right now she was being fucked - violently fucked. She needed it - or at least I did. I came all over her.
I tied her hands as I lead her to the shower. I hobbled her knees too. I was anything but gentle as I removed her cuffs and forcefully guided her into the shower and adjusted the water. It was a very long shower. I washed everything. I forced the wash cloth into every crevice of her body. I was very thorough. I thoroughly soaped my penis and cleansed every hole in her body, shampooing her hair as I did so.
She was probably confused when I didn't shut off the water after rinsing her. But she was far from done. She soon felt the hard sharp steel of my straight razor as I proceed to remove all of the hair on her body below the neck. I moved her body into countless new positions as I guided the blade up and down her arms, across her back and around the continuously curving surfaces of her butt and shoulders. As the hair disappeared from her body, washed away by the continuous curtain of warm water, she became more naked than she had ever been before.
I eventually turned off the water, but her shower was not yet over. With her wrists and knees still bound I positioned her in front of the vanity outside the bathroom. Without using a towel I proceeded to dry her with a hair dryer. It was a small dryer and would have taken a long time anyway, but never one to be in a hurry, I placed it on the lowest setting. The high pitched hum was the only sound we heard as the warm air flowed in ever changing patterns across her skin.
After she was finally dry, I moved her back to the bedroom, removed her ropes and placed massive wooden cuffs around her wrists and ankles. They forced her limbs apart in an unnatural stance as I combed her hair. The sensual nature of the brush was eventually too much for me as I turned it into a weapon and forced the bristles into her crotch, dragged them across her thighs, and slapped her cunt alternately with both sides.
With her legs still forced apart, I ate her out. By now it was late afternoon and we began to exchange notes. She eventually asked about ending our "code of silence". I replied "Well, that was an accidental delight." It was six o'clock in the evening and they were the first words of the day.