Precious Jade by Fyn Alexander

Author:Fyn Alexander [Alexander, Fyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-09-19T07:00:00+00:00

Precious Jade

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moments that he truly did love me, i, f only he would acknowledge it to himself. His love flowed from each unequivocal stroke of the whip.

The intensity of the pain and pleasure built to surreal heights. Every inch of my body felt some sensation: pain, pleasure, peace, love, comfort. I was everything in one moment. I felt as if I stood on the edge of a great cliff, waiting to fall and knowing that if I did, I would sprout wings that would send me soaring. It went on and on, and my life seemed to exist only in that moment. I had no life before the whip, and there would be no life when it ceased. But it did cease; it had to. And when it stopped, it seemed the momentum of the whip was the only force holding me up. At the last stroke, my knees buckled. I realized with a great sense of loss that another would not follow. Only my restraints stopped me from falling to the floor. Master's laboured breathing was the only sound in the dungeon aside from my thudding heart. He worked hard at his floggings.

Master came around the cross to stand in front of me, his expression so tender, his voice so sweet. “Do you still fear the whip, precious boy?” he asked softly. I looked at the coiled length of leather in his hand, at the thickness of the handle and the tail, at the length of it and the beauty of its construction. All my fear had fled. It was as if Master stood holding the holy grail in his earthly hands. “No, Master.” He pressed it to my lips, and I kissed it with as much reverence as when I kissed his leather boots or his pale hands. “I love it; I love the whip.” Tears ran down my cheeks. I was always such a crybaby. Leaving me restrained, Master returned the whip to its precise place in the wooden rack on the wall. Then he went to the ointment cabinet and returned with a jar of salve.

“You, my darling boy, have done so well this night.” Master smeared the thick concoction onto my shoulders, massaging it in with loving care. I expected to feel tense because I knew that in the beginning I had tensed up against the pain, but after a while I must have loosened up and absorbed the shock of the whip, because my entire body now felt slack and free, as if all my limbs were stretched and springy. I was soothed and comforted by his hands applying the salve and by the gentle feel of his breath upon my neck. He continued to speak quietly, praising me.

“Sweet Jade, precious Jade, you have made me proud, so proud I almost wish that the other masters and mistresses were here to witness your courage and fortitude. They saw only a young

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