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Cara Mia 5/6
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Subject: SARTRE: CaraMia (5/6)
"Ladies and gentlemen, tops, bottoms and everything in between, I
present to you Cara, my love," Mia addressed the assembled guests.
Applause and cheers rang out enough to fill the room. She'd gathered
together all of their closest "beyond vanilla" friends--about 30
people in all including dates and such. The sound that Cara had heard
was the sound of the house lights being turned off and a spotlight
being turned on the pair. They were in a new nightclub/play club that
hadn't quite opened yet. It belonged to the friend of a friend who'd
leaped at the opportunity to expose the BDSM community to a new spot
that catered to their tastes.
Cara was stunned. More than that, she was dumbfounded and
couldn't believe what she'd gotten herself into. Yet, she was also
quite excited. In her excitement, she tried to remove her blindfold,
which Mia quickly prevented her from doing. She could feel the
goosebumps begin to rise under the leather corset and down her arms.
The adrenalin began to pump and she trembled.
Mia put her arm around Cara's waist and pulled her close,
whispering, "We're all here for you sweetheart. We love you and care
about you. This is our way of saying goodbye and best wishes." Mia
gave her a tight squeeze and Cara threw her arms around Mia's neck in
gratitude and love. It didn't occur to her that Mia had said
"goodbye". She was too excited. "Remember hon, trust," Mia said
softly to as she began attaching carrabines to the D-rings on the back
of the corset. She then raised Cara's arms above her head and put her
wrists in leather cuffs attached to a spreader bar. "Hold on to the
bar as best you can. Your safeword is 'yellow' and you are to use it
if things get a bit too much. Is that understood?"
"Yes," she nodded, thinking that the scene that Mia had planned
must push some of her limits because they didn't always use a specific
safeword.
"Good. Now, you're going to feel yourself being lifted off of
the floor. Don't panic. You're completely safe." She waved to
Charles who was standing by the tape deck and the controls for the
pulley.
("Is there anybody out there?")
As Cara was slowly lifted from the floor by very sturdy nylon
roping attached to a hoist used for lighting equipment, the audience
heard the introductory measures of Pink Floyd's "Breathe". Once Cara
was about 18" in the air, Mia slowly turned her one 360 degree turn so
that the guests could see how she was bound and appreciate the beauty
of her costume and her situation. Mia began lightly brushing her
hands down Cara's raised arms, just barely touching the skin. She
paid particular attention to the underside of the arms where the skin
in more sensitive. Then, she did the same to Cara's thighs, stopping
to pinch her bottom fast and hard.
"Mmm..." Cara moaned and trembled as she felt the pinch.
Harrison arrived about this time through the front of the
building. He entered the club, careful to be as quiet as possible,
and took up a position against the back wall. The sight he saw was
fascinating to him. Cara was dressed in a white corset with her boobs
hanging out, blindfolded and her hands cuffed to a bar above her head
suspended from the ceiling by what, Harrison did not know. Mia was
dressed in a skin-tight shiny navy blue jumpsuit (somewhat reminiscent
of Catwoman) with a back neckline that went down to the crack in her
ass and 5" "Kansas City Come Fuck Me" boots. She was working her way
around Cara touching her every so often. All the while the music was
playing and the audience seemed captivated.
Next, Mia put an ice cube in her mouth and sucked on it a bit to
get it slippery and wet. She placed her mouth close to the skin on
the underside of Cara's arm and blew a long stream of warm air tinged
with coolness. She traced a line from the underside of one arm to the
arm pit, across one side of her chest to the area in between her
breasts. At that point, still holding the ice cube in her teeth, she
rubbed it down the center of her chest until she met the top of the
corset. Cara inhaled sharply and flinched. Mia kept contact with
Cara's skin, working the cube in small circles along the upper part of
one breast, moving ever closer to the nipple. When she got to the
areola she traced around the outer edge a few times. She put the cube
deeper into her mouth and flicked her tongue across the tip of the
nipple beginning lightly, then applying increasing pressure.
"Aangh!" Cara cried just as the woman in "Breathe" began the
second, and last, strains of her wailing. Her breathing becoming fast
and shallow and her legs began to twitch involuntarily as the
sensations became more pleasurable.
"Hmm, me thinks that you're moving around too much. Someone hand
me the other spreader bar," Mia instructed. She took the other bar
and cuffed Cara's ankles to it.
Harrison had to admit it, this was highly erotic. His beloved
Cara, so strong and willful, was bound and completely helpless,
suspended from the ceiling. Didn't she worry about falling? Didn't
she worry about someone trying to take advantage of the situation?
Christ, Mia had all that power and Cara had none. In spite of
himself, he was becoming aroused.
After the spreader bar was fastened to Cara's ankles, Mia began
to work on her breasts again. She took a nipple between her teeth,
without the ice this time, and pulled it while biting down. She let
it fall back into place and began to lick it furiously with her
tongue. The melting ice cube was held a few inches above the nipple
allowing the cool water to drip and fall across it. Needless to say,
Cara's nipple rose to attention. It was promptly rewarded with a gold
nipple clamp tightened tighter than Cara had ever felt before. This
caused her to shriek in agony and shiver. She tried to overcome the
pain by breathing in through her nose and out of her mouth in steady
breaths. Just has she was about to surmount the wall of pain, another
clamp was attached to her other nipple. This time, instead of
shrieking, she moaned through clenched teeth. She began to float into
the mist, weightless and senseless except for the sounds of Roger
Waters singing "Us and Them." During the chorus she felt a tugging on
the clamps. Apparently there was a chain connecting the two. Pulling
on it only increased the amount of endorphines that went to her head.
Off she floated, following the music into the clouds. Was Mia turning
her around again, or was it just her hazy state? She couldn't tell.
Harrison saw Mia attach the clamps and saw Cara's initial
reactions. Surely, they must hurt like hell. He wasn't certain that
he could stand that amount of pain on such a sensitive area of his
body. The mere thought caused a shiver down his spine. Yet, he could
see Cara's face. There was a look of peace, tranquility and pleasure
that he'd never seen when he made love to her. The thought evoked
some jealousy. Could someone actually prefer pain to tenderness? He
shook his head to clear it. Strange, this was. There must be
something to it though. And what was this music? He hadn't heard
Pink Floyd, much less "Dark Side Of The Moon", in ages. He was in
elementary school when it first came out. It did seem to fit though.
Yes, as weird as this all was to him, it was highly interesting and
becoming more and more stimulating with each minute. ("Is there
anybody out there?"). What? More Pink Floyd? But that was from "The
Wall". Yes...wait...no, Peter Gabriel's "Red Rain". Aaah, so that's
it, a recurrent theme. Harrison had to smile at the cleverness of
that. Here Cara was blindfolded, her senses totally obliterated. Not
to mention that from the look of things she was off in the ozone
somewhere, no from the pain.
Mia took up her heavy cat. ("Red Rain is coming down..."). It
was navy blue with a moderate weight 7" handle, 26 5/8" wide tails,
half of which were 22" long and the other half 15" inches long. She
smacked it across her own hand a couple of times for dramatic effect.
Then, she stood behind Cara and ran it over her shoulders. However,
Mia didn't begin flogging there. She began with a light tap on Cara's
ass. She flinched with the blows in an unexpected place. Then Mia
swung a bit harder. ("I come to you defenses down, with the trust of
a child."). THWAP THWAP on every other upbeat. Mia moved to her
shoulders. First one, then the other. Now she struck with every
upbeat. Soon, Mia began to swing rhythmically on every beat,
gradually increasing the strength of the blows. ("You could have a
steam train, if you just lay down your tracks"). By the time
"Sledgehammer" began, faint marks were appearing on the back of Cara's
shoulders. Mia moved around to the front. She ran the tails across
Cara's breasts on the first strains. Gradually, Mia struck across the
top of her breasts and shoulders on opposite beats, building up a
rhythm. Just to make it interesting, sometimes she'd strike in
double-time.
Cara moaned, whimpered, swayed and visibly shook as the blows
became more intense. The crotchless panties didn't allow her to hide
her arousal and the wetness began to drip out of her in viscous
strands. She was warm. She was burning in fact. She'd never
withstood a heavy flogging such as she was getting tonight. She
didn't realize that she had this high a tolerance for pain. But it
wasn't pain anymore. Each strike of the cat had brought her closer to
some magical place she'd searched for all of her sexual life. She was
unaware of anything except sensation in her skin and, to a lesser
extent, in her ears. She didn't care about the blindfold anymore.
She didn't care to see the people gathered to witness her shedding of
inhibitions. She wanted nothing to distract from what she was
feeling. If someone had mentioned Harrison at that point, her
response would have been, "Huh? Who?"
"Shit!" Harrison muttered to himself. "How could she take
that?" he wondered. He'd seen her take a beating that many men
couldn't have handled. She didn't even fight back! All she did was
twitch and moan. He could hear the moans even over the music. He had
to fight the urge to "rescue" her from that tormenting bitch Mia.
Something inside of him told him that it wouldn't be appreciated in
the least. So, he remained where he was, very discomforted by his
increasingly noticeable arousal.
"I'm on my way, I'm making it...", Peter sang. Mia took out her
leather paddle and removed Cara's pumps. She'd never been able to
stand having her feet flogged. This would truly be a test of how far
in Cara was. Mia ran a sharp stick under the soles and Cara tried to
bring her legs up and away. Mia poked her with the stick switching
randomly between lighter and harder jabs. By the time Peter was
singing "Big time. So much larger than life," Mia had picked up the
paddle and thwapped the soles of Cara's feet. In the beginning, she
flinched, moved and generally tried to get away, but she didn't call
her safeword. Mia had to hold her legs down by the spreader bar with
some help from a member of the audience. Gradually, steadily, Cara
began to flinch less and less. After a while, she was still except
for moving with the force of the blows.
Perspiration was beginning to form on Mia's brow and her golden
hair was beginning to stick to her forehead. The spotlight was hot as
hell and the PVC of her jumpsuit didn't help in the least. Just one
more phase of the scene and she was done. She'd never topped this
long in a public scene. Not only was this a test of Cara's endurance,
it was a test of hers as well. So far, Cara had been magnificent.
She couldn't have asked for a better bottom. Cara had taken all that
she had to give and would probably take more before the night was
over. Mia stood up and checked Cara's hands to make sure that the
blood was still circulating. They were fine and Cara didn't even seem
to notice she was so far gone. Mia had to smile at her lovely bottom.
She was in a pain induced euphoric stupor the likes of which Mia had
never seen on her.
("Is there anybody out there?")
Now it was time to start the knife play. Knives were her
specialty. She'd loved them since she was a child and had tried to
introduce Cara to them with little success. Now, in the state that
she was in, she just might accept playing with one. She moved up very
close to Cara. So close that she could feel the burning warmth of her
skin. "Hold very, very still love. I have a knife in my hand and I
don't want to hurt you by accident."
"Hmph," Cara responded, barely a grunt.
("Hey you!" Out there in the cold/Getting lonely, getting old,
can you feel me[?]"). Mia turned Cara's limp, body around so that her
back was to the audience. She pressed the point of the knife into the
skin at the hairline and dragged it down her neck to her spine until
it met the top of the corset. ("Hey you! Don't help them to bury the
light[.]"). The tip of the knife ran across Cara's shoulder blades
from left to right. "Don't give in without a fight." Mia punctuated
that line by applying a tad more pressure once she reached the edge of
the right shoulder blade. Cara jumped with a start at that one, but
only moaned and settled down again. Mia threw the knife between her
hands for a few seconds and circled her subject like a gang-banger
readying himself for his opponent's first lunge. To say that Mia was
turned-on by knives was an understatement. She loved the way they
shined in the light. She loved the weight of a good one in her hands.
The thought of Cara allowing her to practice her treasured art on her
was electrifying. Every sinewy muscle was alive and alert. This was,
perhaps, one of the most dangerous forms of play and she'd trained
herself to be good at it and make it look good as well.
("Hey you! With your ear against the wall/Waiting for someone to
call out would you touch me[?]"). Mia ran the knife up Cara's thigh
from the back of her knee to the top of her stocking, amazingly, not
causing a run. She did the same with the other thigh causing Cara to
moan very loudly and appear to stir. During the bridge, Mia turned
Cara around so that she was facing the audience again. She stood
behind her, knife in teeth, with her arms above her head covering
Cara's arms and grasping her hands, gently swaying both of them along
with the music. ("But it was only fantasy[.]/The wall was too high,
as you can see[.]/No matter how he tried he could not break
free[.]/And the worms ate into his brain.").
Harrison, along with the rest of the audience, was enthralled in
the scene--no one daring to breathe or break the energy. He hadn't
dreamed that something that bordered on the perverted in his mind
could be so loving. Neither he, nor anyone else in the room, could
wait for Mia's next move.
Mia moved in front of Cara again, still swaying to the music.
This time, she began working on Cara's chest. ("Hey you! Out there
on the road/Always doing what you're told, can you help me[?]"). She
pressed the dull side of the blade in deeper than she had pressed the
point on Cara's back. Cara let out a trembling whimper. During the
ensuing interlude, Mia traced a line down the front of Cara's neck
from under her chin to her collarbone. This caused an audible sigh
and a visible quake. Pink Floyd launched into "Another Brick in the
Wall Part 1" and Mia launched into high gear. She turned the blade so
that the flat was against Cara's skin and ran it over her right
breast. Then, she flicked the flat of the blade against her skin with
a loud slapping noise. She traced the curves of the other breast with
the point of the knife moving inward as she came up and over the
rounded portion. There, she made a circle around the areola and made
an X in the circle, which, of course, necessitated moving the tip over
the nipple not once, but twice. Cara moaned and groaned, desperate
for more attention. Mia moved the tip of the blade over to the other
nipple once again and drew a pentagram around it, always coming close,
but never touching it. By this time, Cara was wild. She flailed her
legs and arms as much as she could and made guttural bestial sounds
that Mia had never heard from her before.
"What do you want Cara my love?" she yelled over the music.
Again, nothing but unintelligible guttural noises. "Come on hon, you
can say it," she coached.
"I...I...fu...," was the only thing that she managed to say
through gasping breaths. Tears were streaming down her face she was
so strung out from the heightened attention and chemicals coursing
through her body. She wanted it. She wanted it badly, but she was
too out of it to articulate.
"You can do it love. I know that you can. Tell me what you
want."
"Cara!" Mia screamed as she took her head in her hand and shook
it abruptly. "Tell me what you want! Now!" she ordered.
Cara stopped sniffling long enough to say in a very soft voice,
"I want you to fuck me."
"What was that?" Mia teased. "Say it louder so everyone can
hear you."
"I want you to fuck me! Please! Fuck me know before I lose my
mind!" She broke out in sobs.
"I want something from you first. Do you trust me Cara?"
"Yes," she said in a whisper as her head hung off of her
shoulders.
"Very well then. I want to taste the blood that flows into your
heart. Do you agree?"
"Yes," she said through the tears. "Anything. Anything at
all."
Mia smiled at having received the most precious gift that she'd
ever gotten from her lover--total and complete submission. She danced
the knife over Cara's left nipple until it was darker than it had ever
been and the veins were clearly visible. She slapped the flat of the
blade against the skin about 4" up and to the right. Once it turned
red, she made a small slash. Droplets of blood seeped out. ("I don't
need no arms around me[.]/I don't need no drugs to calm me[.]"). She
let the audience see the drops run down Cara's caramel skin. ("I have
seen the writing on the wall[.]/Don't think I need anything at
all[.]"). She drank as though she'd been lost in the desert. She put
the handle of the knife against Cara's opening and plunged it in as
far as she dare let it go. Cara's head flew back and she tried to
buck against the knife. Fortunately, Mia's hand was there to stop her
from going too far. Faster and faster, the knife handle plunged into
Cara. ("All in all it was all just bricks in the wall[.]/All in all
you were all just bricks in the wall[.]"). Finally, she let out a
howl and clawed at her bound wrists. After several spasms, she
subsided limp, drained and totally submissive.
Mia signaled Charles to lower Cara to the floor. As he did so,
Pink Floyd began "Comfortably Numb". The audience sat immobilized for
a few seconds. Cara was so weak she couldn't stand by herself and Mia
had to support her after she released her from the spreader bars. She
took the woman who'd given up her soul and her inhibitions that night
and cradled her in her arms. Mia, in turn, had given her her freedom.
She removed the blindfold and that was the signal for the audience to
pick up their collective jaws and applaud. Applaud they did in
thunderous fashion. Cara never really noticed them. The only thing
she knew was that she was in the arms of the person she wanted to
spend the rest of her life with.
Harrison, like the rest of the audience, had been sitting almost
paralyzed by the scene. He didn't understand what had happened, but
he knew that it was monumental. He was dazed, confused and had an
urgent need to shed a few tears. He'd lost her. He knew it, but
didn't know why. He saw the love that Cara and Mia had for one
another, but it was something that he didn't comprehend and could
never give his ex-soon-to-be-bride. Maybe he wasn't meant to
understand. He wasn't gay or bi and he wasn't into the art. He was
just a plain vanilla, white het boy who happened to fall in love with
an incredible woman. Well, maybe it was as Charles said earlier that
day. Maybe no man was ever meant to come between CaraMia.
("Is there anybody out there?").
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