Silence

Imagine...Bound, a cloth wrapped about your face, your sight taken. Even your ears are covered so tightly that all sound is taken from you. The only sound is the beating of your heart.The silence only taking you further into your head space, the place where lust rules.
You feel your blood as it travels the veins of your body, it's journey the same as yours.. seeking LIFE! Your arms are bound above your head, your legs spread wide as you hang by hooks from the ceiling. You feel His touch as He comes up behind you, the brush of His fingertips to your left shoulder blade, the warmth of His lips against the nape of your neck as Your hair too is bound on top of your head. Your whole body exposed for His pleasure. You feel His breath against your neck as He kisses just a bit lower right in the middle of your shoulder blades, the feeling mixing with the silence that envelopes you in. You can hear and feel the quickening of your heart, again the *thump*thump*thump* of your heartbeat. The excietment as His touch breathes life into you! Then....

His touch no more.. You feel empty, lost without His touch, your body arching against your bindings, reaching out to feel Him. The silence filling you, you can't even hear your moan of frustration and pleasure, only the vibrations of it deep in your throat. His touch having left you hot, wanting, needing, expecting more. You feel Him near, but not near enough to touch, you arch towards His warmth but alas He evades Your body, a knowing smile touching the corner of His lips, just a twitch.. but of course you cannot see.
He continues to torture you, the silence of the room making you wonder what He's doing, is he watching the way your body quivers just so at the thought of His touch? Is He watching to see if You sigh in frustration? Or is He just waiting until You beg yes beg for His touch once more? What do you do?
All of a sudden you feel Him against you, His hands sliding ever so slowly up your body, caressing your back, your sides, coming up to cup your full breasts, pinching lightly of the nipples, then upwards spreading His fingers along your arms. You ache for more yet long for just this. His hands slide up your along your shoulders, along your arms, touching your fingers then your blindfold is gone, you hear the sounds of His breathing in your ear yet you are still cloaked in the darkness of the room, even the candles lit about the room not casting enough light for you to see. Your silence has ended, but has it really? You feel Him against you, arms wrapping around you as He pulls you back against Him. Your Silence now complete as you become whole... Simply because you are His, as He commands, demands.



Copyright by syn^ June 2003, written for the sole purpose of her pleasure.
This story was created while driving in the car May 2004 update.