>As the thrum of silence beats its deafing sound, the slow swilring sounds of the orchastra begin, as the music they play creepingly grows louder and louder, as instructed I say “there” though almost inaudible to myself when the music is all consuming through the head set and I cannot hear outside of them, I am plunged into the depths of the darkness: the neatly tightly wrapped blindfold, the enchantingly chilling symphony, the murky waking of monsters once sedated by your last means, I sit kneeling as required by you naked, my plump white bum resting on the heels of my feet, shoulders straight, back arched, upon request my long hair pulled high on my crown then braided down till the tail brushes the back of my neck to the space between my shoulder blades, the pulse of my heart beat felt through my hands sitting on the top of my thighs, your hand grabs my shoulder and my body is pulled to you, the press of your lips, I melt into you, the gentle motions of them as they are full against mine, as they continue, greedier hastier, opening your mouth inviting my tougne to dance with yours I cannot help but to accept, greedier hastier, as you increasingly seem fleeting in this moment as I, I take your bottom lip between my own sucking on it till its in the grasp of my teeth, and I take a bite, the release of your sigh only known to me by the hot air against my mouth, you push me back, but only for a second for as my ass touches my heels, your hand grasps around the back of my head, and your lips are upon me again, the music encasing me almost drowned out as i focus on you, as I loose myself greedier hastier, you pull my bottom lip into yours this time where its met by your nibbling teeth, you move your hand from the back of my head, I feel the tugging as it entwins itself with my hair, then your teeth clasp down viciously as though with the intent to remove my lip from me, the shocking sharp pain so sudden to me, and as I feel the cry ring through my mouth, i feel your fingertips grab into my jaw and pull it down as, the other hand using my hair yanking my head back, a brush of fabric against my neck and chin working through the fingers that are holding my jaw open, i feel your fingers in my mouth, oh your hands, quickly lost as they stuff the fabric fully into my mouth, a drying effect takes place, i feel the swell to produce more salavia, incapable of closing it to swallow properly the fabric sits stuffing me, little by little absorbing the excess, the taste of blood from my lip a growing taste, your presence gone, i sit kneeling, head set in place the song of the violin currently playing eirily seductive, eyes still blinded, my mouth now gagged, as the loss of my senses heighten my angst, I urge my body to find any sign of you, as i dishearten, my head is snapped back by my hair, dragging against the ground, my only instict is to grab the base of the braid to ease the tension of the legnth your using to pull me, the fine finish of the stone floor allowing general ease for my body to glide against it but not with out a harsh cold burn against my back, my ass and my hips as I twist and turn, the gag keeping my full bodied screams in my mouth, knowing though that the two syllabled muffled squeals that are heard, are your name…