©2000 by poenkitten
Eyes snap open
Body tensed to begin
The call of pain
Sings deep within
Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?….fanciful words from Batman the movie, but did the Joker truly know how those words would resonate with some people. People like me . . people to whom the night calls. A steamy tide of surging blood, heated and filled with unnamed desires. Desires that force us out into the night, online, real time, seeking searching for our own devil to dance with.
That first touch, as hungry flesh calls to the leather, “Caress me, Touch Me, Sing with me” His eyes boring deep as he marks and measures for that first stroke, aflame with his own desires. The moment poised…silence…teetering on a single second like the Maestros’ Baton, waiting for that first perfect stroke to fall and the dance to begin.
No matter how prepared, how ready, still that first gasp greets the stroke, the flesh recoiling and then rising to grip at the leather like a lover, reluctant to let it leave. Deep within the beast wakes, raises its head, opening feral eyes. Snarling it rises, seeking the source of the call. Each stroke calling to it, demanding it feed it back in a rush of pain and pleasure. The Dance with the Devil has truly begun.
The lash falls, the cane, pain that sends the
beast, the hunger clawing at the flesh until both Master and
slave are one. A single person with four arms and legs, two heads with
but a single thought, a single need to complete the dance. Enclosed in
a world of infinite possibilities contained within two bodies they
dance. Nothing else exists, nothing else matters
save the other. Slowly it builds, it can not be rushed, each step of
submission, each stroke of Mastery, building a foundation, a
place of perfect balance and then. . .
Eyes. Hers lost in a world of pain and lust, filled until they well with tears at the beauty before them. His, hungry for her pain, her submission, her soul.
A single tear.
Tasted.
Earned.
Drawn from that place where she no longer exists as a single person but as a part of the universe.
LOCKED.
He is she, she is He, they are one, the beast
and its Master feed one another…the flow Electric, full of ambrosia,
nectar
of the Gods, a drink more potent than any other made by man. He has
entered
the heart of her volcano and both are transformed, she the diamond, he
the
Master craftsman… and the dance begins to fade. Until the next time.
But
his arms will hold her as she flows back into herself, and he will
savor
every taste of her soul, her mind, and her body. For she has given him
the
greatest gift of all, her trust. She has looked into the abyss of her
soul
and found him there waiting with open arms. They have both danced with
the
Devil in the pale moonlight, and no one, comes away
…unchanged.
