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He began by winding the rope around her body in intricate patterns. Her breath deepened, her body ached in pleasure. She could feel the grasping of her depth of yearning which was finally being met, being received.
As the outer ropes weaved and knotted and tugged tighter, her inner ropes of bondage began to give way. The bondage that had held her captive for so long, the bondage that always kept her out of reach of the other. No matter her desire to surrender she never could. It was beyond her mind. It was her body what held the wisdom, held the key.
Oh, she was a master at breathing life into her own illusions and delusions; it kept her from diving into herself. But HE was the Master tonight. It was fuel, it was hope and somewhere under it all was knowing that this yearning she had carried with for an eternity was real. It did not exist in language, it did not exist in her mind – it lived in her body, formless and wordless.
He admired his work, softly caressing her silky skin, grazing her lips as he breathed her in. She felt the power of his touch as he brought his hand to her neck, gentle at first, deepening the pressure, intensifying the hold, finding the edge and waiting. Always tracking her, she was his prey. She was his.
Everything inside gave way. She surrendered without knowing she did. Her whole being released. There was no going back and she knew it but going forward felt daunting.
The flames of the fire danced casting a glow on it all, the warmth of his breath filled her as his tongue gently took her in. Devouring her, claiming her, making her his, she was all body now. The primal in her took over and she arched her pelvis high into the sky sinking deeply onto his fingers. There was a hunger in her that no one had ever fed but him. The waves of ecstasy washed through her as her body pulsed and swelled and throbbed. The power of life, her life, in complete surrender became the alchemy that released her from her crucible.
In the collapse of total vulnerability he looked deep into her soul and she sank into his.
Trust, the universe whispered. Trust!
Oh, she was a master at breathing life into her own illusions and delusions; it kept her from diving into herself. But HE was the Master tonight. It was fuel, it was hope and somewhere under it all was knowing that this yearning she had carried with for an eternity was real. It did not exist in language, it did not exist in her mind – it lived in her body, formless and wordless.
He admired his work, softly caressing her silky skin, grazing her lips as he breathed her in. She felt the power of his touch as he brought his hand to her neck, gentle at first, deepening the pressure, intensifying the hold, finding the edge and waiting. Always tracking her, she was his prey. She was his.
Everything inside gave way. She surrendered without knowing she did. Her whole being released. There was no going back and she knew it but going forward felt daunting.
The flames of the fire danced casting a glow on it all, the warmth of his breath filled her as his tongue gently took her in. Devouring her, claiming her, making her his, she was all body now. The primal in her took over and she arched her pelvis high into the sky sinking deeply onto his fingers. There was a hunger in her that no one had ever fed but him. The waves of ecstasy washed through her as her body pulsed and swelled and throbbed. The power of life, her life, in complete surrender became the alchemy that released her from her crucible.
In the collapse of total vulnerability he looked deep into her soul and she sank into his.
Trust, the universe whispered. Trust! 
