i was the witness this time. i never got to watch your face before, when you strike, or when pleasure crosses paths with sadism on your face. i know my lips were open and i waited for your eyes to catch mine as i knew they would. i am usually the recipient, the sufferer, and the result of your work, but this time i watched it from a small distance.
i know you must wonder, as all people do, how it looks. it looks like this:
my owner, his face suffused with the headiness of needs met and lust not yet sated and the piercing eyes and lips set firmly and cruelly. both of us, she and i, were caught in his net and couldn't have escaped if we'd wanted to. i don't want to. you would imagine someone at a moment like this showing an achilles heel, a vulnerability, but there was none. i'd fantasized about how it would look, what his face would show me. my fingers still remember at night. i recall his face and the back of his hand clamped on her head, forcing and using. a thrusting hip bone and a set jaw. her pinched voice begging and a murmuring from his throat that i know in my skin.
i wish i was a photographer, to show you again and again.
2 comments:
luna, just a note to thank you for your posts this month. i just love to come in and read and feel, so thank you!
This post of yours describing your owner's experience through your eyes took me immediately to the room .... i could see it, hear it, smell it. A photographer might have been nice but you do yourself an injustice by even thinking for a moment that your words aren't enough.
to echo a sentiment......
Lovely and Terrible.....
Terrible and Lovely.
I don't know what else there is to say.
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