Initiation

by Aquila

She awoke to feel the heat of the fire
Warming her flushed cheeks and her knotted hair
Naked and feverish, she lay on a faux fur, on her stomach
Her hands bound in silk cerulean
Ruby stains of Malbec soaked her puffy lips
She was drunk on sex
Captive in an opium den of lust.
From the street she heard laughter and the footsteps of Carnival dancers
Tilting her chin she saw the madam who had fingered her
And the gentrified goat god who had fucked her
As the tallow of candles flickered against crushed, velveteen curtains
Her seducers smiled; she giggled
Wrapped in each other's arms, like snakes uncoiled
The tongues of her captors darted and slithered
She was too weak too resist; too content to care
The goat god welcomed her with a delicate glance
The madam ran a brush through her flaxen hair
The maiden's pussy ached and quivered
The taste of madam was on her tongue
The goat god's jism smeared her ass
It was done; this initiation.
She had accepted their invitation-a fortnight ago
And sauntered with them through the black, iron gates at sundown
No one had seen them enter or close the heavy, paneled door
On that cold April evening
No one heard the sound of her bosom heaving, or of the couple's moans,
No one saw the naked bodies writhing or the hearth blazing
The pleasure was theirs, and theirs alone.

The Submissive by Donativa1 She stands there tall, proud, nipple's erect, eyes glowing, sweat pouring, charged with sexual energy. Each stroke of the lash takes her higher. Slowly her body goes limp, all feeling gone, to that place that allows her to be free. The weight of her body falls against the chains that bind her. There is no resistance left in her, as he takes her body and bends it to his will....