You are awakened by a sound, a soft sound, an unfamiliar clinking of
metal against metal. Before you have even opened your eyes your mind begins to
race, trying to supply a source for the rouge noise drifting through the
bedroom. A sweet perfume of burning candle wax swirls in your nostrils.
Opening eyes, they are filled by the eerie, flickering light spilling into the
room from down the hall. Bemused curiosity takes over where fear leaves off
and you climb from the bed as silently as your bare feet will allow. Standing
cat like on the balls of your feet you creep to the doorway, pausing as the
sounds echo around the room. Once again you hear the soft tinkle of metal and
the brushing sound of material against material.
Peering around the corner you see the flames of many finite points
merging and collecting, turning into a kaleidoscope of colors along the walls
and ceiling of the hallway. A prickly sensation begins along your spine as you
approach the head of stairs. The dancing of the small flames appears to make
the stairs move beneath your carefully placed feet. You realize that in order
to see into the room below you will have to be completely exposed on the
stairway landing. This concerns you, but only briefly, as you silently move
into the light.
Candles flicker from their perches. Haphazardly, yet artistically so,
they shine from every surface of the room. 'Clink' the sound seems distant and
you pause. Strangely, before stepping onto the landing you would have sworn
that the sound was from below. But now, as your eyes squint back up the stairs
into the darkness, you are not at all sure from where the noise came. Your
indecision begins to eat away at your courage. You are becoming less curious
with each heartbeat. As the tingling in your spine grows, the scales between
curiosity and fear begin to sway. You glance back down to the candle lit room
but are suddenly unsure about which way to proceed. 'Crack' the unmistakable
sound of leather against leather slashes like lightning from a darkened sky
The startling noise causes you to turn suddenly and loose your balance.
Catching yourself against the wall of the landing, you glimpse a figure
standing in the darkness at the top of the stairs. A whimper escapes your lips
as your eyes search the darkness for clues. Black against black, yet somehow
distinct, the form stands silently above you. Carelessly you attempt to slowly
rise from your crouch. Your fear is being held in check by something you can
sense, but not see. 'Smack' a motion from the figure above you brings a loud
cacophony of leather, filling your ears.
"Stay just as you are." A voice booms from the figure.
Startled again by the sudden words, you halt your attempt to right yourself
and remain still. From the darkness above, a booted foot descends to the first
stair. As the figure approaches you can smell the material of his clothes.
Black leather steals the light from the air causing an aura of night to swirl
around the figure.
"What is...", you begin.
"Shhh..." is the response that interrupts your question.
"But Kurt I..." you are cut short in your protest.
"Silence!" The sound of the slapping leather resonates very
close to you, making you jump involuntarily. For the first time you are able
to make out that I am holding a leather whip in my hand. Every flick of my
wrist brings the whip's strands into loud contact with the high leather of my
"You will not speak unless it is in direct response to my words. Do
You nod as I continue down the stairs.
"Your eyes..." I begin to say, but you quickly turn them down
toward the carpeting. I pause momentarily before continuing my decent to stand
You can sense my eyes roaming over your body and feel suddenly exposed.
Glancing through your tousled hair you try to hide the smile that creeps to
the edges of your mouth. Your excitement is mixed with apprehension, but still
grows. Tonight is going to be far more interesting then your had thought upon
climbing into bed. You hide your smile as best as you can.
A gloved hand reaches out and caresses your cheek, slowly moving along
your jaw line. The silky sensation of the gentle gloved fingers move under
your chin and gently lift your eyes to meet mine. As your head rises, you soak
in the erotic tension. I am dressed in black leather pants tucked tightly into
high leather boots. My shirt lays slightly open at the collar, tantalizingly
exposing just a hint of my chest from between the soft black material. The
serenity of my face hides the power that you can feel flowing from me.
Twitching my wrist, the leather bands of the whip make hushed sounds against
my boot, reminding you of the flail. You glance at it momentarily. The
darkness of the leather is braided with a beautiful blue, accenting the handle
against my palm. You shiver.
I gently lower myself to a crouch before you, always holding your eyes
with mine. My hand again moves along your cheeks barely touching your skin
with the velvety gloves. Before you can move both my hands have gripped your
nightshirt's collar and have shredded it to the waist. I pause, looking deep
into your startled eyes, before deftly tearing through the remaining material
and pulling the tattered rag from around your body.
The light from the candles is almost perceptively warm against your bare
skin. The exposure was so sudden and unexpected that you momentarily feel none
of the chill night air.....
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