AWAKENINGS
Rubi du Soleil Levant
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2010 by Rubi du Soleil Levant
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CHAPTER I
I like to be tied up, my legs spread as wide as they will bear, my ankles bound firmly to the bedposts, my arms stretched wide above my head, wrists tied tightly to the headboard. I love to feel my body stretched taut, helpless and bared to the world, the very epitome of vulnerability. I love to feel a lover’s hands on my body, touching me in places not normally touched. Hands upon my small waist as he sits astride me, fingers barely brushing my ribcage. Lips upon my breasts and a tongue darting out between them to tease my nipples. My cunt, exposed and spread wide by the mere position of my legs, fingers caressing my clitoris, sending waves of pleasure tingling through my body while I lay bound, helpless to whatever my lover has in store for me.
More than I like to be tied up, I love to be strangled, to have the breath squeezed from my body. The sensation that courses through my body when I am strangled is like none other. As my throat is constricted, the complete feeling of vulnerability it presents excites me and a tingling sensation begins in my groin. As I begin to realize that my life now lies in the hands of another, I feel myself getting wet. Pressure on my carotid arteries causes tiny pinpoints of light to explode before my eyes. As hypoxia sets in, the small tingle in my pussy becomes more intense, and my juices really begin to flow as my body begins its struggle for air, quivering and convulsing in its fight for life. I hear the small, strangled sounds issuing forth from my throat, and this excites me even more.
Nothing gets me off quicker than a noose around my tender neck, pulled tightly by a lover in the throes of ecstasy. My back arches, my breasts heave as my lungs fight for the oxygen they so desperately need, and my body, spread almost to its limits, now attempts to bare itself open even wider in its struggle to live. Stars burst before my eyes as my brain begins to lose its battle for consciousness, and my body jerks, moving in tune with the thrusts of my lover’s cock as he pumps me. Just prior to losing consciousness, I shiver with a series of consecutive orgasms, and my lover groans with pleasure as he rides my body into unconsciousness.
I have had many lovers, choosing them based upon how far they would go. Some outright refused my wishes, arguing that it is unladylike to bare oneself so completely, to give up control of one’s very life, to anyone, lover or otherwise. These men I dismissed, knowing full well that any orgasm I might have with them would not be genuine.
I believe my body was created for pleasure, and even more so, to give pleasure to the bodies it so perfectly fits, those of men.
Some men acquiesced, only to stop short of what I most desired, to balk at the thought of pulling tight the silk noose I had pulled over my head. These men then watched as I deftly looped the silken rope over a peg on the headboard and pulled it tight, beginning my dance with Death and moaning lustfully as I reached climax. My orgasm, in these situations, was always less than if control of the noose were in the hands of a man, for I like to feel as though I am at the mercy of another.
I took several lovers but was always left wanting. Then I met You. You were the lover of whom I had always dreamed. You would bind me as tightly as I desired, then spend hours teasing my body, bringing me to the very brink of climax only to slow Your caresses and back me away from that edge. Hour upon hour of this teasing foreplay, which sent me reeling, body and mind, in the throes of pleasure, driving me wild with lust and causing shudders to course through me each time You backed me away from the edge. I had never felt such pleasure at the hands of any of my previous lovers, not one of them could ever have pleased me the way You so deftly did. After several months of this teasing, sensual, on-the-edge sex, I finally expressed my desire for noose play to You. We dealt quickly with the instant hard-on this suggestion caused, and You confessed that one of Your greatest fantasies had always been to strangle a woman while You used her body. This is how we embarked upon a series of Lovemaking Sessions that You later referred to as Awakenings.
CHAPTER II
You began the first “session” with a short period of breath control play, tightening the noose and caressing my pussy slowly with Your fingers, Your tongue tickling my nipples. As the movements became quicker, You tightened the noose and stopped teasing my body, then moved back to watch me struggle. I watched You through heavy lids, realizing that You were more excited by my helplessness, by my dance with Death, than by the act of using my body, and this excited me even more, made me want You even more. I watched Your face, watched how Your eyes took in all the desperate struggles of my body for oxygen, and I glanced down to see Your cock stiffening even more, and my desire to have it inside me increased my body’s struggles. I drove my hips forward, desperately trying to catch one small touch of Your cock against my body. I felt my eyes begin to turn back in my head, and You loosened the noose, just long enough to drive the impending blackness back a bit.
My eyes widened as You moved up my body until Your cock was before my face and You thrust it deep into my throat. Leaning back, Your right hand holding tight to the rope and cutting off my oxygen once again, You caressed my clitoris with Your thumb while Your fingers pumped my cunt. Just as we reached mutual climax, as my body jerked with multiple orgasms, I felt the blackness descend upon me and my body fell back onto the bed.