Chapter Nine: Part Two
Whoa, this is getting interesting! she thought before answering. ‘Sure.’ After a moment longer, she added, ‘Thank you for asking, Rick.’
His responding smile caused her stomach to clench. ‘Inside will be better. Shall we?’ He walked over to her, took her hand and led her into the living area of his cabin. At his gentle direction, Kate kicked off her shoes and lay along the length of a long sofa. He stretched her arms above her head, with wrists overlapped, resting on the arm of the comfortable lounge. With his hand, he gently closed her eyes. She heard him sit in a nearby chair. Keeping her eyes closed, she took a deep breath. At that moment, his modulated voice filled her being.
‘We are inside a cabin much like this one. You are tied with a rope, your arms secured over your head, just as you are now. You feel my hands gently and slowly rubbing your body. I am using my whole hands, from your thighs to your elbows, giving you time to become comfortable with the contact. As the sensations become familiar, you feel my touch become firmer at times. You can feel me starting to accent the pressure through my fingertips.’
Dammit! Kate thought, hearing a sigh escape her lips.
‘You can test the ropes all you like but there is no avoiding what is to come. Your only option is to stay there and feel everything, leaving you only one possible course of action. To accept it. You must breathe it in deeply so it can lift you. Most people drown in sensation and panic; but just like being in water, you can drown, or you can learn to swim. When you can swim, then you can learn how to surf, and then you can ride it. You learn how to feel the sensation that is pouring into your mind in a different way. You can direct it, using it to scour away everything you want to release, pushing it away with every breath out.’
Kate’s eyes wrinkled in a silent smile as she visualised everything that he said. That her mind followed his words so easily was surprising her.
Shit! I actually moaned, dammit!
‘Kate, you’re allowed to make noises. That is your freedom. You are in a space of permission and acceptance, a space to be your completely authentic self without judgement. You can trust your Dominant enough to abandon all need to conform to any social construct. I don’t care if you need to swear like a merchant sailor. If it is your authentic reaction, it’s beautiful to me. D-s, this, is about you finding your keys to letting go of everything the outside world tries to hang on you. When you’re ready, take a deep breath and hold it.’
Keeping her eyes closed, she took her breath and nodded, understanding what he was telling her.
He modulated his voice slightly; again, he took her mind. ‘Very slowly let that breath out for a slow count from five to one. Good. Two more times.
‘Now your breathing can take care of itself. Every breath is rhythmic and easy, relaxed and free.’
Her sigh was unedited as Kate felt her breathing slow. ‘Ah, yes. You were feeling me rubbing your body. You feel my fingernails slowly rake down your body, not too hard, from armpit to hip, then you feel me rubbing the intensity away. As your breathing settles, you feel a greater intensity start at your arms, over your armpits, down your chest, your sides, slowly and inevitably to the soles of your feet. You can squirm, swear, or fight, but it will not stop until I make it stop.’
Rick paused to let Kate’s mind dwell upon the scenario until her breathing changed, slowing again. ‘We’d keep this up until I can run my fingernails all over you without you squirming at all. Can you feel what you would need to do to change and accept the sensations, Kate? Breathe the energy of each point of intensity into your heart, welcoming it, not fighting it. It’s beyond surrender. It’s about total acceptance. Let the sensations wash through you and lift you. Find your key to not feeling the intense sensation in the same way, find your way into your space above the sensation, or outside of it.’
‘Yes,’ Kate said through her smile, her eyes relaxed and closed. ‘It feels different, even though I’m only imagining it.’
‘Once I can see that you are working with that level of sensation, I would add a little more pressure and speed, not hurting, just more intense. The rope is still holding you fast.’
Kate squirmed as she thought of the helplessness of the situation, then she found her key to changing the shape of the imagined sensations, letting them wash past her, intensely aware of her mental and physical arousal in that moment. Breathe it in. Almost like she touched a live wire, she felt her body pulse deeply when she tried to breathe her arousal into her heart. Oh my God, breathe slowly woman, she thought.
Seeing her breathe deeply again and smile, Rick continued. ‘Yes, you can breathe every sensation into your heart, Kate. That’s where the magic is. Now I run my nails over a wider area… your neck… your shoulders… up and down your arms… over your back and sides and front… your legs too, right down to your feet. Every now and then, you might fall out of sub-space. I would increase the intensity in that single area of your distraction until you learn how to move beyond it. Sub-space is your space, a place where only a single value of ‘now’ exists, not as a transit point between past and future, but as a single, endless moment of creation and life.’
A loud moan escaped Kate’s lips. Double Dammit! She opened her eyes and looked at Rick, still sitting there. He looked as relaxed as if they were discussing the weather. ‘What about pain?’ Kate asked.
‘Lie back again, Kate. Relax, breathing slowly and effortlessly, just like before.’ Kate felt herself doing what he asked almost automatically. It was a wonderful release to let go, even like this, just talking about it.
‘Now you are at the stage where you find it easy to take yourself beyond my fingernails. You feel me take a nipple between two fingers and slowly start to close them. Each time you breathe out, it gets just slightly tighter. Each breath out, a little more intense than the last. Every little breath out, even a gasp, it will not end until you can change and rise above everything I can give. I will keep going until you find your way above the sensation.
‘You can try to slow your breathing to delay each incremental increase of pressure, or you can rise above the sensation. Now you have worked out what the rules of our new game are, I loosen my grip. You feel me take both nipples, light at first, and we begin anew. Deep breath, my lady. Every breath out, the sensation intensifies very slightly, but always more intense…’
For the next few minutes, each time Kate breathed out, he said quietly, ‘A little harder,’ or, ‘The sensation is growing, building,’ and ‘you can feel each pulse trying to push past my fingers.’
Rick watched her in the midday light as Kate squirmed and sighed on the lounge. Only after he was silent for nearly a minute did she finally lie still again.