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Beyond Wisdom
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Subject: Beyond Wisdom
Warning: This story contains hypnosis, minor violence, and uncertain
consensuality. It is based in reality, but is more interesting than what
really happened.
The summer I was 19, I lost access to my parents' health insurance, and
couldn't afford any of my own. In a classic case of being too clever for
my own good, I had all 4 wisdom teeth extracted on the last day the insurance
was valid. Happy birthday. When things started going wrong a few days
later, I couldn't afford to go back to the dentist and have them fixed.
The stitches in my gums had broken, leaving a raw nerve exposed horribly close
to the open air. This "dry socket" didn't have the grace to bleed or swell,
it just throbbed. Turning my head, swallowing, breathing, _anything_, could
set off waves of maddening pain. After 3 days, I was exhausted and felt like
I was loosing my mind. I tried to meditate; impose some calm and order, if
only for a few minutes. But the pain distracted me too much to achieve
anything like a useful trance.
I tried to beg advice from a dear friend who seemed exceptionally skilled in
the control of his own mind. I didn't understand him whn
when he said, "The pain is nothing. It's your struggle against it that's
driving you mad. Accept it...welcome it...and it will set you free." But I
accepted his offer to guide me into meditation with a desparate eagerness.
I sat cross-legged on his bed, trying to concentrate on breathing in the
rhythm he was dictating. Everything slowed down, smoothed out, interrupted
only by my occassional gasp of pain. My eyes drifted closed, and I stopped
feeling the wall at my back. My world narrowed to my pain, my breathing,
and his voice. So gradually I didn't notice the change, there was only his
voice. I clung to it in the darkness.
"Stop fighting me...stop fighting the pain. Let well enough alone, and let
me take over. You don't have to be afraid, I'll take care of you. Let go,
and give me the reins. Let yourself drift. Wherever the pain takes you, you
want to go, you want to see what it`s like. Stop fighting with your body,
foolish child, and follow wheree
wherever it leads you. Come with me, trust me. Feel everything I have to
offer you, and welcome it."
The whisper drew nearer, and embraced me. His beard brushed my jaw, setting
it on fire, but I didn't mind. He kissed me, and his tongue in my mouth was
agony. I murmr
murmured around it, "I trust you. Lead on."
He pulled me to my feet, and led me across the room to his desk. When he
sat down, I stood between his legs to hug him again, but he pushed me down
roughly, holding me bent over his knee. I cried out, trembling with fear
and the pain of blood rushing to my jaw. He held me for a long moment, his
hands soothing on the small of my back, his familiar voice reminding me to
welcome my fate instead of struggling against it. My eyes still closed, I
trusted him implicitly and relaxed across his lap.
I think he spanked me with a ruler, flat and stinging through my jeans. I
tensed, squirming with embarrassment. As the pain built up, I became aware
that his knee was grinding into my crotch, and I was uncomfortably excited.
I moaned softly, pressing closer to him, while he laughed and paddled me
harder. After a measureless time, he let me up, wobbly in the circle of his
arms. I tried to pull away when he started unbuttoning my jeans, but he
pulled me closer. "What? Haven't you been with a man before?" I hadn't, but
was far to overcome to say so.
He swept the papers off his desk with a grand gesture. "These aren't important.
You are." As he pulled down my underpants, he bent me over the desk and
ordered me not to move. His voice was still the clearest, most powerful
thing in my world, stronger even than my pain or the lust I was beginning to
feel. I clutched the far side of the desk as his hands glided over my bottom,
cool against the burning skin. He pulled the belt out of my dic
discarded jeans, doubled it over, and stepped back. He whipped me ferociously,
and I fought the impulse to let go of the desk and run away, or even collapse
in tears and hide under his bed. His voice was stronger than the belt,
keeping me in place, wearing down the barriers of my mind, giving me no choice
but to accept the pain because it came from him, because it was inescapably
part of me. At long last, I went limp across the desk, sobbing but not
flinching, my jaw forgotten. He drove the words home with harsh slaps across
my bruised bottom. "Yessss...accept it, accept me. Nothing can frighten you,
nothing can destroy you. Nothing kills that does not know ye. Nothing is
battering down your walls, for the walls are gone.."
Kneeling behind me, he spread the cheeks of my ass and ran his tongue down
the crack, quickly and firmly. I trembled, but accepted the unfamiliar
intrusion. Licking and fingering me, he brought me to that trembling moment
before climax. Then he stood up and thrust his cock into my ass. I woke and
shrieked, it felt like he was tearing me apart. My muscles clenched as I
came more painfully than I would have thought possible. After a few strokes,
I was sobbing into the tabletop and begging him to stop. He stood still,
without withdrawing, and traced a welt with a fingertip. "If you accept it,
relax and welcome me, I'll stop hurting me." I muttered something angry about
extortion, but tried to go limp again. His hands massaged under my shirt,
comforting, oddly disconnected from the pain in my ass. He thrust again, and
the pain was satisfying. Yet again, and the pain almost became pleasure. By
the time he came, I almost came again with him. By the time he withdrew, I
would follow him anywhere.
That night, he held me. The next day, he lent me money for a dentist. Next
week, he goes under the drill himself. Should he get a dry socket, I hope it
can be moistened and filled as well as mine were.
"Beyond wisdom, there is acceptance. Beyond acceptance, there is love."
Adrian
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