STORIES

The Gift

By Maître Pierre

4- The Dream Within

Boummmm!

The drum is still banging.

She is still bound facing that post with the carving. The man is standing near her. At his neck, she recognises, on his medallion, the same representation of the carving on the post. She knows that she is being offered to the man's God.

Boummmm!

Fear is creeping into her.

The man, slowly, is approaching her.

He stops a few steps from her. She can see him.

Slowly he raised his wooden snake, and with both of his hands and presents it to the sky.

"MATAMETOTALMAN!" He shouts from his manly voice to the sky!

Boummmm!

The drumbeat answers him.

Slowly, he lowers his wooden snake, and looks at her.

Boummmm!

She can see his eyes. Now she is scared.

He moves slowly, going behind her.

She turns her head to look at him, but, he is too far from her vision, too far at her back, and, because of the bondage, she cannot see him.

Boummmm!

The man is now at her back. She knows it's a dream. She knows this is not real. She knows that after the first strike, she is going to wake up. Like in a unreal movie, she hear the "swoosh", of the wooden snake in the air, just before it connect with her back.

The pain is amazing.

But then, something amazing happens.

She does not wake up!

Boummmm!

Now she is confused. Usually, at this moment of the dream, she wakes up.

Swoosh!

She knows it's a dream, but the pain from the second strike is not like a dream. It's really there.

She yells in pain!

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!"

Boummmm!

The drum answers her.

Each times the wooden snake would connect with her back, she would yell. Each time, after she did, she would hear the echo of her yell from the forest. And each time, the drums would answer her.

Boummmm!

And then…

Then…

Then…

Now she is in a big darken room. It is being lit by a couple of burning torches. The man is there. His eyes, as black as charcoal. When she would look into them, she could see…nothing, but only a deep darkness.

She knows, it's a dream. But, everything seems so real. She looks at herself and sees she is completely naked. In the middle of the room she sees what looks like an altar made of stone. On each corner, she sees leather restrains. She raise her eyes, the man is looking at her.

It's the man, she saw at the market.

She looks back at him. She is not scared.

The man, with a movement of his hands, shows her the altar. She understands she is to lie there. So, slowly, she does. Very slowly, almost with tenderness, the man installs the restrains on her wrist and ankles.

Now she is lying on her back, on that stone altar, spread eagle, bound by the restrains. All she can hear is her own breath. Her own breath and her heart beating.

Slowly, almost with reverence, the man starts to kiss her. He kisses her hands, her forearms, her shoulder. Then he proceeds to kiss her belly, her forehead, and her cheeks. He is very very tender.

Then, slowly, he approaches his mouth to her ears, he whispers to her….

"Matametotalman!"

Then, on her mouth, he kisses her very lovingly. She returns his kisses. Slowly, keeping a very slow rhythm, he starts to caress her. His touch is like a breeze. She can feel his touch, but more like a feather. Slowly with his hand, he does the same path he did with his kisses. Hands, forearms, shoulder, then, the belly, thighs. His caress is devastating on her. Now, her desire for him to make love to her is almost savage. She tries to give him his caresses back, but the restrains stop her from doing so.

Then, the man removes his pants, and climbs on the altar, just between her open and waiting legs.

She comes instantly.

The man, this priest of an unknown God, makes love to her, in a way, she has never been loved. Never had she reached this kind of climax, with another man.

The man gave his God, the gift of love.

But for her, he just gave his soul, like she did to him.

And then…

Then…

Boummmm!

She is bound to that post.

Her back feels like fire, from all the caning, with the wooden snake. She feels a liquid between her legs. She looks down, afraid it would be blood, but there isn't any, except she feels herself wet from the crotch. She wonders for a while what is that liquid. Then it hits her; it's her own wetness…

Boummmm!

She raise her eyes, the man, that priest of an unknown God, is looking at her with his eyes of charcoal. When she looks into them, she can see nothing, well, almost nothing, except…love?

The man looks at her. He smiles.

She looks at him, and smiles back, when she realises; the man gave his unknown God, her gift, the Gift of pain.

Then she awakes!

Opening her eyes, she starts to rub them.

"What a strange dream!" she thought.

She takes her night robe, to put it on, but she stops! She is looking at the blue rose, she received at the market, from the stranger. She put aside the robe, and grabs the rose for a moment. Then, noticing the necklace near, she is more puzzled. She grabs the necklace, and puts it around her neck. It's the first time since a long time that she doesn't have to look for it! Then, grabbing her night robe again, she try to put it on, but, a sharp pain come from her back, where the tissue of the robe touch her. She let the night robe fall on the floor, and she goes to the mirror on the door, to inspect her back. Then she understands why the spirits leaves her alone.

On her back, many many red and blue lines are there.

The spirits are happy!

"Shit!" She says!

She thinks more, about the dream. The only way to get rid of this curse is to find that man.

She wants to find that man.

She needs to find that man

She needs to give him her gift.

The gift of her submissiveness

5- THE MEETING

©THE BDSM CIRCLE 2001