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Hair and Nails
Dedicated to me, no less. A fitting tribute to the cruel queen Emilia, to be sure. He said that they were just doodles, but I think otherwise:
 

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mp5stab said:
Dedicated to me, no less. A fitting tribute to the cruel queen Emilia, to be sure. He said that they were just doodles, but I think otherwise:
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I love Mpalmeri !
My prefered : the #3
 
mp5stab said:
Dedicated to me, no less. A fitting tribute to the cruel queen Emilia, to be sure. He said that they were just doodles, but I think otherwise:
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#2 ... someone's coming from my right... with a pair of pliers ... stretched out helpless like that ... what will they do? Tear my flesh, crush my nipples ... or pull out nails? .. the determined look of cold cruelty in his eyes, the contempt in his face, tells me, for certain not to take me down, ... so ... to nail my feet higher up, like #1 ...?
 
malins said:
#2 ... someone's coming from my right... with a pair of pliers ... stretched out helpless like that ... what will they do? Tear my flesh, crush my nipples ... or pull out nails? .. the determined look of cold cruelty in his eyes, the contempt in his face, tells me, for certain not to take me down, ... so ... to nail my feet higher up, like #1 ...?
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And there you are, stretched, helpless, your nipples tumescent and so tempting for him. You watch and wait, helpless, will you try and appeal to his better side? Your voice, your expression are your only weapons here.
And what is it that you want, deep in your heart? That he take you down? Or that he make your life even harder, push you to the limit of your endurance. Take a deep breath dear Malins, you are in his hands.
 
phlebas said:
And there you are, stretched, helpless, your nipples tumescent and so tempting for him. You watch and wait, helpless, will you try and appeal to his better side? Your voice, your expression are your only weapons here.
And what is it that you want, deep in your heart? That he take you down? Or that he make your life even harder, push you to the limit of your endurance. Take a deep breath dear Malins, you are in his hands.
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i would image that this is the worst feeling in the world.what will he do. as Phlebas says you are naked an defenseless you are at his mercy. knowing your naked body is sexy an hot is one thing...but will he fall for it. all you can hope for is he will in a moment of weakness he will permit you life.
 
phlebas said:
Take a deep breath
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If I could... stretched like that I can only breathe shallow...
phlebas said:
And what is it that you want, deep in your heart?
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Oh my heart if you let it, it'll never want to stop, it's stronger than my spirit, but also so foolish and cruel, to never give up.
phlebas said:
Your voice, your expression are your only weapons here.
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If they are a weapon, then a two-edged sword - I've talked myself into at least as much trouble as I've talked myself out of but really... this is not the time and place for any kind of weapon at all, what could I achieve by any attempt to even negotiate, I have nothing.
phlebas said:
what is it that you want... you are in his hands.
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What is that I want? It should be easy to know but whenever I think I do -- I collapse back into despair, do I
really want him to take me down, what could I be worth now when even before I was worthy only of the cross?

So maybe that is really it, to be in his hands, completely, so I don't have to want.

I feel him drawing the pliers over my skin; he pulls and pinches a bit wherever he finds me tempting, but doesn't crush, not yet. I shiver at the touch but don't withdraw, offering myself as he probes where I'm most vulnerable. Making me understand how he could give me so much more pain even beyond all there is already ... making me beg to finish it... and then releasing me, from that additional terror, that inner frenzy of fear and desire. And right then it doesn't matter that I've been stripped and whipped and raped and nailed and raised upon a cross, I thank him, more for bringing me to that edge, than sparing me of going over. And I guess when I manage to open my eyes again, then no there is nothing like a weapon about my voice or expression, it is all surrender.

I would wish him to be absolutely free.

That what he does, he does only of his own will, and not out of duty.
Then it can only be right, whatever it is.

For sure I'll whimper and beg a bit when he draws out the nails from my feet.
That he shouldn't let me hang by my wrists alone for too long. And that when he nails me again, please just use the holes that are already there...
 
malins said:
If I could... stretched like that I can only breathe shallow...
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My breath quickens to think of you like that.

malins said:
I shiver at the touch but don't withdraw, offering myself as he probes where I'm most vulnerable.
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Such a powerful image, this one. Your body exposed and vulnerable. Yet you offer yourself to his touch, hold yourself firm under his hands, perhaps you open that little bit more as he probes . . . . trusting that he will not bring agony, not this time. Eyes closed, perhaps, and lips parted, breath coming in short gasps. Such submission, such strength in your weakness.

malins said:
That he shouldn't let me hang by my wrists alone for too long. And that when he nails me again, please just use the holes that are already there...
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You wish that he should show you this small mercy at least. It would be kind of him, but his will be done. You have the reality of it, to submit and suffer is your only course.
 
phlebas said:
My breath quickens to think of you like that.



Such a powerful image, this one. Your body exposed and vulnerable. Yet you offer yourself to his touch, hold yourself firm under his hands, perhaps you open that little bit more as he probes . . . . trusting that he will not bring agony, not this time. Eyes closed, perhaps, and lips parted, breath coming in short gasps. Such submission, such strength in your weakness.



You wish that he should show you this small mercy at least. It would be kind of him, but his will be done. You have the reality of it, to submit and suffer is your only course.
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very well said!!!
 
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