| Lesbian: BDSM: Isolation (1/3) |
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My knees hurt from where I was leaning upon them. My back is sore from the countless hours that I cannot even recall that have passed now. The darkness of the room engulfs my sight whereas the silence robs me of my hearing and, my tongue touches my lips as just to taste the salty sensation that allows me to feel some sense of reality. This is Isolation, my Mistress or the woman I want to be my Mistress has tasked me to do this; she tells me it will bring us closer together and that it will let me know if I truly wish to be hers. I know I do, this woman has been my world since the moment she appeared to me. She has awakened something within me that lay sleeping for far too long, but now I kneel here, my eyes closed against the darkness to prevent my eyes playing tricks against the lack of movement within the dark. She told me to focus on the darkness and loneliness of the room, to feel the isolation and the emptiness of being alone. I know the feeling well. I have never felt I belonged until she found me. A touch of sadness touches my very being as cold thoughts pass into my mind as I do as she commanded and focus on the loss of her and a cold shiver passes through my body as if in accompaniment to my fears of loss. My mind shifts to the love of my Mistress- a cruel love some would say, nothing more than an act of sadist torment forced on to a willing victim. But they are so wrong. I am only just learning the ways of this lifestyle in hopes of her accepting me as hers and to feed that passion that has always burned within me and she has unlocked. I shift uncomfortably on my knees as I feel yet another twinge of pain pass through my knees and to my lower back. I squeeze my eyes tighter against the discomfort and draw my mind to feel what she has told me to feel and the love that she can give me. I cannot help but to feel a smile form on my lips as the happiness rises inside me and the pain in my knees and back sinks away as if chased from the light into the dark. Her love can rescue me from this loneliness. I know that in my head and in my heart, but she will not accept me until I truly understand this, she has told me. The thought of her making me leave attacks my mind once more and I suddenly feel an intense sense of loss and I shiver violently almost as if the temperature in the room has dropped massively, my eyes beginning to fill with tears. Sitting up straighter I feel the wet sting spill from my eyes and down my cheeks. I sniffle slightly and try to concentrate on her love once more; it seems harder this time as I am fully in the grip of loss and sadness. I feel myself beginning to lose control as I fight so hard against the fears and try to find her in my head. A touch of fear suddenly embraces my body and mind as a hand touch my cheek in the darkness. Fighting madly against the fear my mind realises it is her soft touch against my skin. “Mistress,” I breath out softly, my |
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Isolation
