Love Like Death

Love Like Death

by MsterSade

I look at her eye, close to my face rolling in fear, and I have never felt as close to another human being in my life.
She pants, sweating and she has an almost uncontrollable need to piss. Her fear smells, thick from her armpits and the skin between her thighs, palpably sweated out from her.
Her eye moves and then locks on me, slowly, with precision I drag the knife tip across her breast, leaving a beaded red streak in the blades track, pushing slightly right above the nipple so the blade penetrates a quarter of an inch with a felt, not heard, pop as it passes the skin. Her mouth moves, a whisper hoarse from a mouth dryed by fear and the air panted across it, "no, no.."
I feel a compelling desire to push, hard, burying the knife in he breast, and as I pull the knife back I smile at the desire. I am so hard it hurts. I press myself against her thigh and bring the knife to her throat.
"Think", I whisper, "a sharp pain and then a flood of blood all down your chest. things getting grey and then dark, warm, and then ... nothing .... just the warm gush, like an orgasm, then grey and then a nothingness so real as to be smelt and tasted. Smelling of nothing, tasting of nothing."
Sbe moans and her head hangs backward on her slack neck.
"Now!" I say with quiet firmness, my lips close to her ear.
Her body snaps up, she moans, then cries out, legs trembling, insides clenching, she orgasms and when she is done, she hangs in her bonds, limp.



I take her down, push her to her knees, push her head to the floor and fuck her, my cock deep inside, I place the knife against her throat, moving solidly inside her, harshly, pushing toward one side or the other. A warm afterwards, as she kisses my feet in gratitude, I notice a streak of fresh blood on her neck. Placing my foot on her back and I press her to the floor.
later .... lying in my arms on the floor she whispers ... "would you?" and her words seem to come a sandpaper dry tongue
And I respond ... my throat rasping "no, I would not"
She moves against me and asks "but you could?"
"Yes, I could. Love is close to death, is it not?"
She murmers and I don't understand her and into my silence she says ... "please Sir oh please" as she nuzzles my belly..
I respond by pushing her head down.

She hangs from my ceiling wide eyed, her feet barely touching the carpet a spreader bar strapped between her legs. She is dripping, staining my carpet charmingly, a thin flow from her cunt to the floor. She sucks in her breath as I approach holding two floggers and a cat. I drop the cat and the larger of the two floggers on the floor. I say, voice soft, "ask me to slap you" and her head snaps, she forces out the words, "Oh! oh, Sir, please slap your slave".
Her head lolls to one side in response to the blow and it starts - gentle slaps with a deerskin, here then there on her body, on her breasts, her rump, between her legs, across her face gently so as to protect her eyes. It begins for me - I loose track of time and the surroundings fade out - at one point after a long time, when her skin is hot swollen red, I reach for the heavier bullhide and alternate my rythym hard. fast, slower, softer, harder, faster, faster, pause pause pause, and stepping to the side whirl around and strike at shoulder level, backhand straight armed and lift her almost off the ground, then to the ass again and again, She struggles for breath, her both moved by the impact, her head hanging.



I drop the bullhide to the floor as I retrieve the cat. The first strike raises angry welts, the second in the same spot is blood specked, and I aim for her ass, then her shoulders, then her inner thighs, then harshly between her legs. I step in front of her and grasping her by the hair I look into her fluttering eyes - and I whisper NOW!
Her body arches and she convulses.
Gently I remove the spreader bar and then her wrists, one arm wrapped around her waist she slumps against me. I lower her to the carpet and she scoots across the floor to grasp my ankles and press her lips to my right foot. I open my jeans and masturbate. I come in her hair and when I am done, without being instructed, she licks me clean.
We sleep well and awake refreshed. She serves my morning coffee with ankles shackled and a gag in place.