Dangling by my arms
My limbs went numb
My wrists are crushed by the weight of my body
A painful parable
Transforming me into a human chandelier, inertia became his favorite sex toy. Using my swinging skull to slide across his big cock. With my jaws opened wide, he swung me back and forth: I was the epitome of objectification. It was an honor. Every round, I forced his erection further and further into my throat, sometimes blocking my airways. Feeling his veins graze my lips...Tasting him...Sucking him...Truly felt like a privilege.
Thank God for the gift of rhythm
In between beats, I'd take a deep breath in preparation of the big plunge
After enough practice,
I was able to steal a breath from around the giant lodged in my esophagus
Withdrawing himself from my jaws, I was left to dangle alone. By this point, my arms had become fading phantoms. Essentially, I was levitating in mid air. Apart from my senses and my body, I was in a transcendental state. The sounds of the chains cascading from above hypnotized me.
Suddenly, a symphony flooded the room. A sensuous instrumental began to play from a stereo in his room. The classical music reminded me of wisps of smoke lifting from incense. Wrapping his body around me from behind, he began to dance with me. His gyrating hips made my floating body swirl. I could feel his erection sliding up and down the sides of my torso. Tenderness. Elegance. Romance.
At that moment
I swear to God, he had achieved telepathy.
I could hear him whispering in my mind,
"The way you are now, powerless, is still worthy."
"I'm not that the only one that sees you beyond your body and is pleased."
"Although you're the sacrifice, this is my offering to you."
"The way you are, powerless, is fruitful."
Powerful sentiments filled my mind and spirit
Us dancing felt incredibly maternal. I felt incubated. Being bound and rocking to his movements, I felt reinstalled into my mother's womb. I was being programmed to believe that I was perfect, even as a hanging piece of meat. Detaching me from the suspension bar gave me new limbs; oddly, I had to learn how to use them. My elbows remained locked. My leather mitts remained Heavenward. Freedom felt foreign.
I was born again....