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The Clearing
By Toran (
I
lead her by the hand, deep into the warm summer forest. The night breeze
is gentle, picking up the smell of lilac and jasmine. I don't need to tug
on the leash that is bound to her collar; she keeps pace with me all right. I
don't even have her arms bound behind her, as is my preference. The
nipple clamps are there - some things you just can't forget.
She's led to the small burial pit I've made for her - by hand. With a
lingering kiss and under the full moon, I bind my Goddess with wrapping.
Her breath catches and her eyes close. I whisper into her ear that I can
stop anytime - does she wish to continue? She has to, she knows. I
would be disappointed and that would crush her. So each time she murmurs
'yes - continue'. Finally, there is only the gag left. I ask her
one last time and one last time she whispers, 'yes'.
I slowly slide the big penis gag in, her mouth accepting its size.
Then I wrap her head with the wrapping and she is alone in her bindings.
She's made the supreme sacrifice and she knows it. I scoop her up
and lay her down in the dark, clammy stone of her burial coffin - her
sarcophagus. Not even the moon's insistent light can penetrate into that
pit. I run my hands along her bound body one last time. Then slide
the heavy lid of her tomb in place.
After I am done sealing her fate with the mound of fresh dirt, I lay back and
enjoy the rest of the night. Inside, six feet below, my girl lays,
drinking the little air I've piped into her tomb, wondering when I will release
her. I smile and get to work. The wild flowers and shrubs are
planted over the mound and by the first ruby red light of dawn,
her resting place is hidden completely. I look long and hard at the fresh
site � I have no idea whether I will be able to find this place again.
Or whether I will even look.