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                               Blackness
                                by Suki
                             suki@fish.com
 

     She could not see, due to the blindfold over her eyes.  Nor could 
she move, as her limbs were stretched as far apart as possible and held 
there by strong, soft restraints.  Her mouth was filled by a large 
rubber-ball gag, allowing her only the slightest of sounds.  Her ears 
were covered by headphones which played soft jazz--primarily piano.  She 
could do nothing, yet she felt everything.  Every touch, every breeze, 
magnified by the loss of her other senses.   

     She hung in the center of the room, tense, the muscles in every 
part of her body tightening in anticipation.  The tension built, and she 
could feel her nerves getting frayed with the wait.  Finally, a touch.  
A light finger brushing past her breast.  Her gasp, as the fingers 
tightened painfully over the nipple, muffled into the gag.  The fingers 
vanish, and again she hangs waiting.   

     Suddenly a crash, feeling like a paddle against her bottom.  She is 
uncertain as that she can neither see or hear it.  The pain spreads like 
wildfire across her back and down her legs.  Again the paddle strikes 
her. The pain grows as she wiggles in attempt to escape it's reach.  It 
strikes her again and again, until tears run freely from under the 
blindfold and  down her face.  Then it stops, and gentle hands untie 
her.  Smoothly, she is carried to the bed.  The hands caress her, 
smoothing her hair, holding her like a child.  The gag and headphones 
are removed, so only the blindfold remains.  Slowly, the hands arouse 
her.  Distracting her from the pain as they skillfully and repeatedly 
bring her to the edge of orgasm and stop.  

     Finally, they bring her to crescendo, her world swirling violently 
around her as she cries out her relief.  In that moment, everything is 
gone, the pain, the discomfort, everything.  She loses herself to the 
sensations as the dizziness of ecstasy overtakes her.   

     Content, she relaxes, reaching out to stroke her lover in grateful 
appreciation.  

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                               Blackness
                                by Suki
                                  -30-


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