My heart thumped anxiously for several minutes, then calmed, when, from beneath my body, I felt the pulse of the earth melding with the blood that coursed through my veins. My mind drifted aimlessly, refusing to think; but my spirit seemed to soar and fill the inky space around me. I lay in stasis, not waiting, but existing, happy and peaceful.
When the cellar door opened, I was neither relieved nor glad, but welcoming and resigned. Arthur probed my body with his cane, thrust the narrow end up my ass, tickled my cunt so I wiggled my p***y back and forth to enjoy the sensation that clamored there for release.
We shared a silence, the simplicity of knowing who I was and who he was, and the place we’d each carved out in this wicked, sadomasochistic venue. Pain and pleasure played a gentle l
