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Strange new sensations flooded her body. She gasped, desperate to draw breath, but he took her again and again; the pain-pleasure experience.

Now he controlled her feelings, knew every emotion as his own. Somewhere along the line they had merged and become One.

He also had her thoughts, twisting, turning, manipulating the way she viewed things until she no longer knew. Coaxing her this way, then that, he was finally trapping her in that place where he wanted her to be. And she was helpless, vulnerable, open, aching, reaching, yearning, craving for more. She had never let go, never been so completely open, giving control to another of her own free will, never felt so carried away by the rawness of emotion that flowed through her, catching hold, carrying her in a cross tide of ebbs and flows.

She whimpered, moaned, murmured, and then with an occasional sharp intake of breath, waves carried her to another dimension. What else could she do, tied, held, controlled, helpless, taking the pain or the pleasure of his choosing? Master of her mind, Captain of her soul, he could continue like this indefinitely. He knew pain. He understood the psychology of the mind and just how far to take her. Now he was pushing the boundaries to a place where only she and he might go.

He alone knew the path, and yet he too was suddenly on a deep learning curve. Every slave was different. No two experiences are ever the same. It was about living on the edge and daring to go further.

Weird and wonderful images caught in the shafts of delight sprayed suddenly across her vision as he sank his cock further and further. Her body shuddered, heart racing, pulse roaring as something ripped through her body, shredding her nerves, jabbing, twisting, aching, grinding, gripping, catching her off guard, reaching from a different place in a different way to bring her innermost cravings and needs to the surface; needs that had been hidden too deep too long.

He shifted the emphasis suddenly and deliberately, without warning, upsetting the balance. Her mind reeled with the assault. What was he doing? Where was he going? What had his hands placed there? He didn’t guide her any more, he simply took control.

Her senses had nothing to hold on to, no place to hide, to escape the driving force pushing and surging and carrying her on. Helplessly she was being driven by a flow of energy which danced to an unfamiliar melody, touching and stroking, then paining the pleasure that had been.

Less often now he stroked and caressed away her fear with whispered reassurances in her ear, smoothing her hair, wiping away her tears. Less and less she felt fear, but rather followed where he led. He had taken control. Through pain and pleasure she was right there with him, not knowing, not caring any more, carried by the tide of emotion on which she rode like a surfer on the crest of a wave.

And ever nearer he could sense that need riding its way to the surface... soon he would grab hold, then finally she could be free.

He had fucked every orifice, not once, not twice, but until he was satiated and fulfilled. She didn’t need to be tied any more. The mind-fuck had worked. She was his completely, in every possible way; mind, body, spirit, soul, to do with as he pleased.

Pain seared through her breasts. Marks of pegs patterned in a range of different colours. Now these gave way to needles, used in the same way as acupuncture. They didn’t hurt, in fact quite the reverse, she found them calming, soothing, folding away the pain. Rope binding still twisted beneath each, raising them, two firm balls of flesh with nipples clamped tight. It was the pain of having them taken away that hurt most, as he released her from her outward bonds.

But then what of her mind, her thoughts, past images, past pain? Had a channel been opened through the confusion of pain-pleasure experience for it to pass away from her, like water down a drain, no longer needed, leaving him to explore without it getting in his way?

Her body relaxed. She had given herself completely to him in trust, to do with as he pleased, his way.

As everything was removed from her pinpricks of pain awakened, renewed, aroused, adding a range of sensual feelings to the now gentle touch he offered. His hands were smoothing, caressing, reassuring, where before they had been clasping, twisting, hurting. Instinctively her hips rose off the bed, satiated and yet aroused as fingers once more entered her cunt. He lay beside her, tender now as sadist gave way to sub, holding her close, ready to take her as his own.

Bird in a Gilded Cage

‘Dream Catcher told you not to touch me, not to come near me!’ Abi spewed the words, each filled with outrage, confusion, pain.

‘What are you saying?’

She hadn’t meant to blurt out the words, but she was angry and upset.

‘Come on, you can’t suddenly say something like that without the evidence to back it up. Besides, you enjoyed every bit of what happened, that was obvious.’

Shadow was goading her, playing with her. Everything about him screamed at her to be careful. He was dangerous. But she felt stripped of dignity and self-respect, and she was also angry at herself, for allowing him to treat her like that, to take her that far.

‘I’m going to tell Dream Catcher when he returns. You can’t get away with what you’ve just done to me.’

Even to her it sounded like tittle-tattling to a teacher. Shadow laughed, and in his laugh she heard the maliciousness, the sheer evil; he was enjoying even this, having her as a sparring partner.

‘But that’s my job. You are my slave. You do as you’re told. You don’t have any say in the matter. Remember?’

‘But it’s not the way it’s supposed to be. I heard you talking... I know, okay? You were in the cage and he told you things were going to be different. He said to stay away from me. Do you remember that?’

The instant the words were out she knew she shouldn’t have said them. Far better to have kept quiet and wait for Dream Catcher’s return. But then, how long was that going to be? And how much could she actually endure and survive? Shadow was acting as if he alone were in charge and that he had nothing to lose in his treatment of her. Besides, it had never been this bad. And it was because Dream Catcher was away that he could do this. Somehow his perception was that she had enjoyed it, that her screams were of ecstasy and not horror. She’d said ‘no’ in so many different ways, and he needed to believe she had enjoyed it to make it right.

The silence that grew between them spoke volumes. She could tell by his body language he was angry.

‘If you can’t accept your enjoyment of what we have just shared, then consider it a punishment for playing with yourself without permission.’

Again he had that ability to shock and confuse just as she thought she’d got an angle on the situation.

‘How? I mean, when...?’

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