My Night with Laysan
By atfirstdawn

*mature content warning for BDSM theme
*©Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn 2012
*Dedicated to my favourite slave, ilovelaysan


She is a vision of natural beauty; her long, thick and somewhat wild brunette hair betrays her submissive body language as she kneels with her head bowed and hands willingly crossed at the wrists behind her back.  

Tonight she is serving her role as a gift to me, having been delivered by my mistress as promised in return for my endured punishments… I have been told that her name is Laysan and that she is just like me; a slave to passion and punishment, one who feels complete and safe within the confines of chains, cages and strict bondage.

Our prison for tonight; a small, smooth stone room, lit only by the faintest of strip-lights in the centre of the ceiling; yet, in such weak illumination I can still appreciate her naked beauty, her small thin-boned frame, un-endowed chest and her light olive skin all serve her well and combine to make her completely real and wholly attainable…

As I continue to approach her the chains and handcuffs hanging from my neck and wrists rattle in the almost total darkness, and through the shadows I can see her chest heave with a deep breath of excitement. Drawing closer still, I can see the straps of a gag snaking across her perfect cheeks; it had not been necessary for my mistress to gag her, Laysan would have remained obediently quiet; but as I kneel in front of her and raise her head up to face me, I can see how perfectly the large blue ball between her lips and teeth compliment her facial features and draw out the colour of her stunning, almost golden eyes, and instantly I know the reason behind her forced silence.

I can feel my heart beating so clearly and so rapidly as Laysan stares back at me with accepting eyes and an expression devoid of fear and tension…

Gripping the chain hanging from her wide-ringed leather collar, I pull Laysan in close and begin to kiss her lips and gag; her dried sweat on the ball gag tastes as sweet as she looks and her lips feel so soft that it's hard for me to concentrate on anything else, the rattling of our chains, the increasingly warm temperature of the room and her soft moaning all seem to be so far away as I continue kissing her delicate bound mouth in the comforting darkness…

Moments later and my hands have buried themselves in her dark and wild hair, her chain, once again, is hanging without restrictions from her collar and rattling against my own. I kiss her one last time and finally find the will power to push her free from my lips… Sliding my hands from her hair, to her shoulders and over her chest, I take her chain back into my trembling hands and leave her whisperingly elated expression behind as I rise to my feet and lead her on her hands and knees into the middle of our prison.

On the floor, in the middle of our prison, are two thick steel rings that have been nailed and welded to the stone beneath our feet. I give the order for Laysan to stay where she is, with her body looming over the first of the steel rings, and pull her chain taut between her collar and the second ring at my bare feet and tether her to it. Again, I give her an order; this time to adopt the position she had before; on her knees with her arms folded behind her back and her head bowed.
She obeys without hesitation or an upward glance.

As Laysan straightens her body and kneels in front of me, the chain is pulled up to a perfectly taut 45degree angle. With a smile of satisfaction I step closer to Laysan, part my legs over the chain, kneel in front of her and feel the ice cold metal of her chain cut through me.
Closing my eyes and biting my lower lip to try and keep from moaning or sighing out loud, I fumble at my own chest as I try and take my loose chain into my hands. As I finally clench my chain in my fists, its cold length whips around and caresses against my inner thigh and causes me to twitch against Laysan's chain which sends a thick pang of elation through my body and out of my mouth, into our stone prison and into Laysan's ears who takes a deep breath and shivers at the sound of my torture…

With a handful breaths through clenched teeth I compose myself and bend my body towards Laysan, reach between her legs and through to the steel ring at her feet. Again I fumble my actions but eventually manage to secure my chain to the second steel ring of our prison; dragging my cuffed wrists across the stone floor, I rise with a smile and feel my core melt as Laysan moans through her large blue ball gag as the chain raises to another perfect angle and presses against her exposed and moist flesh.

Breathing deeply, and almost suffocating on the intoxicating sound of her haunting moans, I place my hands on Laysan's bare hips and drag my fingers across her skin, until my hands find hers; folded neatly and patiently behind her back.

Clasping my hands around Laysan's wrists, I lean in and kiss her as passionately before while raising her arms into the air and crossing them behind her head; with our arms entwined, I use the cuffs dangling from my own wrists to bind hers to mine. Cuffing her left wrist to my right cuff and her right wrist to my left cuff, I successfully rob us of both the freedom to use our arms and gain leverage from our chains... with our bonds in place I continue to kiss her and as I kiss her she moans against her gag and presses closer to me, our small breasts touch for the first time and her moan intensifies as she rubs her body against mine and grinds against her chain, her flowing motions compliment her soft and sensual moans and force me to surrender to her motions and the chain between my legs…

As our night together wore on and our arms fell numb and our chains became warmer, my mind turned to my mistress in gratitude for such a perfect gift; a gift whose eyes were a perpetual inferno of burning elated gold and whose moans were such a perfect melody that my body had no real use for the chain that continually assaulted it with constant pleasure… tonight Laysan belonged to no one except me and with each moan and caressing glance of her skin against mine, I never wanted her to belong to anyone else.