“Master, may I speak freely?..” (BDSM)

“You can tell me anything…”, I mused aloud, my pursed lips withering a peaceful, rotund essence of wise, but fractured worth.

She languished for a moment, heavy hearted, a decade of cascading dreams seemed to refract iridescently within her beautiful corneas, her eyes a world that I would live inside of, if I could.

Her ornate collar bestowed, gleamed against the ire of night light.

Her gaze bellowed south as she whispered, “I want to help you survive this… this, pain inside. These compulsions that haunt you are also mine to burden, my Master.”

Our time seemed to slow to a crawl in that instant, almost specially so I could see the heartbreak streak across within the air around her, aura forlorn as those same eyes glistened over… Things only glisten when they condensate, and eyes only do that when they are haunted beyond reproach.

My pain had become her pain, because she sacrificed herself in order to share it with me.

She reached down and took my hand, bringing it up to her chest as my face fell sullen and the demon inside of me ever vigilant against her touch.

“Take whatever you need from me Master, I won’t say no. Take my mind, my body and my soul.”

It was as if her whispered travesties declined the fragmented fates, an apparition of my best interests taken noosed and dragged through the mud… She always had my best interests at heart, she was my darling.

I thought hard for a moment, my compulsion to answer her proposition propelled by my own need to save her life. Calculations screamed through my head, but I knew it was fruitless to attempt composition from a place without contrast, so I stopped.

I stopped thinking, and trying to help her, I stopped trying to define, differentiate and equate, to provide a pivotal notion of stance and distance that she could cross to find safe haven. I knew I couldn’t help her this way….

“I won’t leave you Master” she bestowed, seemingly reading my mind, “I am always here for you.”

Her temporal beauty was already known and my weakness, but her inward heart lay bare for me once more as I had orchestrated all of her injustice. For all of the times that I had told her she was undeserving, she came back to me, lay for me and lived for me.

I had always known deep down that I had been the one, whom was undeserving of her.

“When I am with you Master, when I serve you, my demons are all gone. Let me do the same for you.”

The faintest remark of air slowly filled my lungs, as my eyes pushed shut. I held out my hand gently, palm upward, gesturing her to place hand in mine as she conceited my own disparage. I stopped trying to think of a way out of the hell that I had created, for her, and just settled for the trading of warmth through our palms, the alignment of pulse as our wrists synchronized against each other and we flowed in tandem. I stopped attempting to control her within the brash, harsh world I had also created, and instead let it be known, be felt that I was standing at arm’s length, alongside her within it.

When I opened my eyes again, it was to find that hers had never broken contact. When I let that breath out of my lungs, she did so as well, squeezing my still held hand within hers and holding her head proudly once more.

Reinvigorated, I discovered that I had reciprocated her offer, not with words, but with my own want. I had given her choice, chance and a way out and she had still decided to stay and save my life.

I had given her means to walk the line, shadowing triumphantly as her essence gazed but not alone. I opened my eyes to see that I had in fact showed her how we would indeed survive all of it…

Together.

Her undone soul now echoed through the turbulence of sky, of night and of sin.

Surpassing time and surmising texture as the etched, wretched angels bound their coven to her falling aura and self-doubt amassed.

Amassed, unsound, but not unbecoming… Not this time.

His aura bound her heart and mind, for one they are as now it is simple, and done.

Her crying echoed my heart, my soul mirrored her eyes, she de-robed as her flame engulfed me, and my shallow trials ceased and declined.

She taught me that freedom comes in the form of many a thing my dear, and to let go within is without doubt or struggle, as with her shackles found she was free again, as our kinship also bound me to heaven…

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