Parting Gift
By atfirstdawn
*Mature content warning for BDSM/torture themes
*© Keira Morrison/atfirstdawn 2011-2012-2013
Naked, blindfolded and obediently silent; I knelt at the foot of the bed as Morgan had commanded. My wrists were bound with handcuffs and tape to the barred metal frame in front of me, my thighs; strapped together with tight leather. The glancing touches of Morgan’s hands on my breasts quickened my heartbeat as she gathered up my long dark brown hair, held it behind my neck and with a series of sharp and teasing tugs, proceeded to weave my hair into a tight plait.
Snaking my plait over my right shoulder, Morgan knelt down behind me, her warm breath making me aware of the sensitivity of my skin. Gently; I bit down on my lower lip and imagined her wide and wild loving eyes as she prepared me for what was about to befall my body.
Through my darkness I heard Morgan’s hand wrap around the chain hanging from my black suede collar; violently, Morgan jerked on the chain forcing my chest towards my thighs. I felt the cold metal against the skin between my legs as she fed the chain through the leather straps. Morgan tightened the chain with each round it made over the straps and secured it in place on the fifth and final pass, forcing my body into a foetal-like position with my head under my arms. A deep flooding filled my core as my body adapted to and accepted its new forced positioning.
With a kiss to my spine, Morgan rose to her feet and fell silent behind me.
In the following moments of tense silence and forced darkness my body became restless; my senses alerting me to the sweet discomfort of the handcuffs digging into the skin and bone of my wrists as the weight of my body pulled down on them uncomfortably. Twisting my hands against the cold metal and gripping tightly to the barred frame in front of me, I took a deep breath and tensed my body nervously as a dull thud sounded from the floor…
The crack of the first lash filled my ears. My body convulsed against my bonds with a wakening elation through my senses as the shock of the pain clawed through me. My heartbeat hurtled into spasms and I clenched my teeth to swallow a rising scream. I sighed through the pain; my hands still gripping the metal frame as another two lashes slapped at my bare skin, each one forcing the air from my body and replacing it with a rising sense of pleasure and warm excitement. Choking back a deep-throated moan through rushed breaths, I held my body still as the loving and comforting pain embraced me. The discomfort of Morgan’s punishment stayed with me and burrowed into my core as my body took respite in a short and precious silence; this is what you want, my mind assured me; this is what you asked for…
I heard Morgan dry swallow behind me between the thunderous sounds of my rapidly beating heart and I knew she was excited. Tonight she was under my orders but my body was entirely hers…
A fresh and vicious suffering sliced through my thoughts and senses. The cold intensity of the crashing slash snaked through my limbs and instinctively forced my body to struggle against my tight bonds; the unrelenting metal of the handcuffs threatened to break the bones in my wrists as the chain wrapped around the leather straps of my thighs readied to stop the circulation in my legs. My heart thundered against my chest, my wrists ached and my legs throbbed with helplessness while my body screamed in delicious pulsating agony… With a seething breath I tensed my muscles and moaned for more…
The following two lashes were accompanied with an order to be silent. In a haze of anguish and torture I lost all sense of my body, my hands contorted in pain and fell from the frame in front of me, leaving the weight of my arms and torso to hang from the cuffs and tape as the unforgiving metal tore at my wrists. My arms and legs ached, the chain from my collar keeping me in place as I writhed against it. Desperately, I tried to escape my torment and the overpowering sense of helplessness. My hands desperately searched for the metal frame in front of me, the rattling of metal on metal both excited me and tortured me as I blindly fumbled for my lost leverage. My fingers found the frame and skimmed it as another lash tore into me through my exposed skin and forced my fingers away from the metal; a pleading scream fell from my mouth.
Another lash followed my scream with another order of silence. Biting my teeth together and clenching my hands tightly I felt the rising scream within me fill my eyes under the blindfold. My darkness became warm and wet as my chest and throat tightened. My tears choked away my ability to scream, my body felt heavy and disoriented… My dark world was silent but the pain roared inside me like a wildfire licking at every inch of my body inside and out. Countless silent moments passed as my body trembled uncontrollably until I felt Morgan’s hands on my shoulders.
Her firm grip was cold against my smouldering skin. She continued to stand behind me, holding my shoulders, inferring to my body that it could take solace in her gesture.
I couldn’t help but imagine how I looked to her; helplessly bound in such a compromising position, my wounded skin proving that my pathetic form had been claimed. Loose wisps of my hair hanging lank and damp with sweat and my bonds twisted more so than they had been previously; all proof of my futile struggles and eventual submission… a perfect picture of resigned helplessness.
Unhooking the chain on my collar and letting it fall to the floor at my knees; Morgan gently raised my shaking body and rested my back against hers as she knelt down behind me. Lovingly, she caressed my chest until my breathing had calmed and slowed then unbuckled my soaking wet blindfold.
“I’m not done with you.” She said as she dropped the dripping blindfold to the floor.
“Good” I half whispered through a sigh.
Resting the back of my head against Morgan’s shoulder, I felt her smile against my cheek as her left hand slowly made its way to my breast. At first Morgan’s hand caressed and lightly clawed at my breast, her fingers sliding over my erect nipple one by one. Slowly her tenderness turned to playful teasing as she began to claw harder at my sensitive skin and glance her nails across my nipple. Taking my nipple between her fingers and thumb, as her right hand rose from my shoulder to my jaw, Morgan began to pull and twist; I pursed my lips and moaned into her ear in slight discomfort, she continued, her motions becoming more painful to me each time. I moaned again but still she continued, the discomfort making my body twitch with new pain. Morgan took my nipple between her fingernails; my eyes widened as I gasped and turned my body to the side to escape her. Thrusting me back and pulling my body closer to hers, Morgan pressed her hand firmly against my lips, silencing me.
Morgan’s fingernails stabbed into my nipple; my weak body rocking against hers as she held me in place. Her fingers moved and pierced another side of my nipple, I moaned under her hand, my muffled voice filled my ears and elated me. I struggled and felt my temperature rise under her hand, my moans spurning my heartbeat into a quivering wreck as I comforted myself through the pain with my failed pleading words. My hands twitched against the cuffs and sent a new pain up my arms and through my fingers in accompaniment with Morgan’s fingers as she moved and pierced a fresh area of my ever sensitive nipple. Eventually Morgan’s fingers left my breast only to make their way to my other side. Again and again I moaned into the palm of her hand as her fingers assaulted my breast and nipple; closing my eyes and moaning louder with the rising discomfort, I tried to lose myself in the helpless tones of my own muffled voice beneath her hand. Eventually the pain won through as she pulled and twisted, forcing my body to instinctually buck and thrash against her grip. With one last piercing motion Morgan’s hand left my breasts, leaving them raw and stinging.
Reaching down with her left hand, her right still covering my mouth, sealing my lips tightly; Morgan brought a pair of Japanese clover clamps into view. An icy sweat coated my body as she dangled the clamps in front of me and again the pain of my wrists coursed through my arms as I struggled to free myself. Again I felt her smile as she pressed the cold metal of the clamps over my skin, each of my breaths were a pleading moan as she teased me before tightening the first clamp securely around my nipple; the pain thrilled my senses yet my body begged to be free of it. Morgan repeated the process; teasing my warm skin with the cold metal before tightening it. I closed my eyes as the last clamp tightened and moaned in agony… Releasing my mouth from her hand, Morgan brought her fingers to the corresponding clamp and tightened them more, the pressure driving hard and thick shafts of electricity through my breasts and into my chest.
My mouth hung open in pain as my body tried to adapt to the new source of torture. Silently, Morgan rose to her feet again behind me; her metal heels clicked to one end of the room and then slowly returned to me. I bowed my head into my arms and dragged the air in through my mouth to calm my breathing and my rapidly beating heart. The cruelty of the handcuffs making itself known with each breath I took, my legs had fallen numb through the tight leather straps…
From behind, Morgan’s hand tightened around my plait and slowly pulled my head back with my shoulders. With one hand gripping my plait, holding my head in place; Morgan used the other to brandish a large blue ball gag in front of me. I didn’t resist; I opened my mouth slowly and submissively to the gag as Morgan slowly pushed it between my teeth. I moaned and felt my body melt as the gag was pressed into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned again as Morgan pulled the leather straps of the gag taut over the corners of my lips and buckled it tightly behind my head. Morgan traced my lips around the gag with her fingers allowing me to feel every inch of it before resting her hand on the back of my head and violently pushing it down between my arms.
Morgan ordered me to stay still; her words chilled my skin and lit a fire behind my eyes.
Immediately I was aware of the pain in my back again; the throbbing pain of needles hadn’t dissipated and the air still stung the skin. My hands found the metal frame in front of me; I wouldn’t let go this time. Morgan had fallen silent once more; she was torturing me, making me wait.
As I waited my mind raced with excitement and fear of the fresh anguish to come, my chest twitched with my heartbeat banging against my ribs and once more my body broke out into a sweat. A new sensation of fresh thin needles threaded over me as the sweat formed on my skin. Closing my eyes and biting down on the gag, I waited.
The unforgiving lash ignited the needles on my skin and drove them into me all at once, injecting fire into my body with a searing pain. I screamed into the gag and felt a warmth rise within me as another lash sliced over me; screaming again I felt the warmth intensify, it was soft yet overpowering and forced me to moan. The last lash rattled down my spine forcing my body to straighten and throw my head back in pain; the warmth increased within me again and then flooded out from me with my last lingering moan, the sensation reaching every tip of me.
Throwing the whip down to the floor and loosening my gag, Morgan knelt down behind me and licked the skin on my back. The fresh stinging telling me that the skin had been broken. Holding me close on her knees once more, Morgan turned my head to hers and kissed me deeply; her moist tongue slid between my teeth, I opened my mouth wider with hers as her tongue brushed against mine coating it in warm fluid. Her hand moved from my shoulder to my jaw and slowly raised my head making it easier for her tongue to roam around my mouth. Our kiss continued; Morgan’s body rocked gently against mine as she pressed deeper into mouth, I moaned and her grip on my jaw tightened. Her tongue licked the roof of my mouth, slowly caressing it back and forth with long loving strokes; eventually, she pulled away.
In just six short hours I’d be alone. Morgan would return to her American homeland. She would be gone more than a month, leaving me here in England, alone. Had it not been for this night there would be no proof that Morgan was a part of my life… I sat, still bound and comforted in her arms as I closed my eyes. I let my mind wander through my senses and drank in the echoes of the pain that had afflicted me. The pain would fade but the wounds would remain…
“I’m going to miss you” I said with fatigue in my voice.
“I’m going to miss you too” she said back to me in her loving American accent.
Still bound and comforted in her arms as I closed my eyes; I let my mind wander through my senses and drank in the echoes of the pain that still afflicted me. The pain would fade but the wounds would remain…
I had wanted this, I told myself, something to remember her by… a parting gift.