Spirit x Laysan: Blood, sweat and deviantART
By atfristdawn

*Mature content warning for bondage
*© Keira Morrison/ atfristdawn 2011-2013


I opened my eyes; I was alone, the room was dark and the bed was damp.

The dark winter weather did little to clarify the time of day; I couldn’t be sure how long I had slept, nor how long I had been alone in my American girlfriend, Laysan’s absence. In my core I could still feel the echoes of the soft sensations from the night before; the deepest recess of me craved an attention that was difficult resist...

I lay motionless for a while and waited for my limbs to wake up and for the thick cobwebs to fall from my eyes while my body willed my mind to replay the events of the night before.

There had been music, leather, wine and restraints and it had all started with a movie. The idea had been a quiet night in; snuggling on the sofa with a bottle in front of anything that was about to start on television. Our choices had been 'Black Swan' or 'Hostel part two', we chose Hostel part two… The movie sucked but the wine didn’t, nor did the following bottle…

“We can do better than that.” Laysan had said to me as the third American girl to be tied up in the film appeared on screen in all of her bonds.

I looked up at Laysan and smiled…

Enigma’s 'I love you… I’ll kill' you filled our bedroom; Laysan had changed into something tight and black and I had already been made comfortably helpless.

Time had seemed to pass slowly for us as the air of the cold winter’s night grew hot and heavy. The room moved around me with a blur and my restraints felt surreal; neither holding me down nor giving me the freedom to roam my hands over Laysan’s body… The song played and replayed countless times while Laysan’s lips caressed my smouldering skin. Her touch had felt far away yet utterly deep as she moved in and out of the hazy light reigning over me. Her tongue was a long and dull thickness that snaked around me both inside and out… my eyes and limbs eventually grew numb to my motions, governed by the familiar yet alien sensations of our unfocused reality… slowly our dark night had faded to black.

Raising my head and my arm I ran my hand through my sweat-soaked hair and across the clammy skin of my face, my tingling fingers passing over a tight leather strap that stretched across my cheek. I moaned into the gag as if I needed confirmation that it was really there and dropped my heavy head back onto the bed. The warm and fuzzy feeling in my stomach had gone and the faint aching in my temples told of a headache looming on the horizon. I moaned again as I pieced my body together and crawled on my hands and knees to the edge of the bed, the loose chains from the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles lightly clinking under and behind me.

The chains from my wrists dropped from the bed as I reached down to drag the laptop from the floor; the cracking of metal on plastic seemed impossibly loud and brought my looming headache a few paces closer to me. I slumped down in front of the laptop, my cold and wet shirt sending a chill through my senses as I flattened it between my body and the bed. The chill left through my toes as I pressed the power button on the laptop; blinded by the garish light of the screen I closed my eyes and buried my face into my hands. The darkness under my hands felt so comforting and welcoming… I kicked my feet back and forth against the pillows at the head of the bed to stay awake until the incessant beeping and chiming of the laptop finally ended. As I waited, warm saliva escaped from between my lips and the ball gag and ran down my wrist and under the leather cuff. I dried my wrist on the covers and reached my hand around to the back of my head, my wakening fingers traced the strap and found the padlock; I moaned again and rolled my eyes. Clutching the cover of the bed I raised the already soggy material to my lips and tried my best to dry my mouth, chin, neck and the gag…

My eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the screen; it was still early, I’d be alone for hours yet… I needed to find the key to my gag… instead I logged in and wiped my lips and gag with the bed cover again.

There were no messages, inbox, notes or otherwise but it didn’t matter. I picked up the laptop, set it down to the side of me and lay on my back. I coiled the loose chains around my wrists and knotted them in place. I turned my head to the gallery on the screen and hovered my fingers over the arrow keys; I had a choice to make; Keiko or Yoshe…

I made my choice, took my hand from the keys, pressed my fingers against myself bit down hard into my gag…