The second dancer positioned the cloaked dancer, raised one arm and began to tie her wrist with the hemp, then the other.  Then they raised the dowel slowly until the third woman’s arms were stretched and strained above her head.  The cloak slid off Jenny’s body, naked except for body paint and fuck me pumps.  Her eyes and cheeks were blackened with a painted mask, while the rest of her body bore lightning streaks in blues and reds.  There was a gold stylized bird on her abdomen, almost Aztecan in appearance.

Without warning, the music restarted, low and fast, the chanting taking dominance now.  Jenny planted her legs far apart and began to move to the beat, undulating in ways Marina had never seen her move before.       In the midst of the black painted mask, Jenny’s eyes were green and luminous, completely fixed on Marina.

Again, the music built to a frenzy, flute, drums and chanting all rising to a crescendo as Cass and Marcy positioned themselves behind Jenny and began to strike her with the reeds, alternating from back to buttocks to thighs, dancing around in front of her, slapping her belly, her pelvis as Jenny continued to shimmy, writhe and gyrate, never taking her eyes off Marina.

Then Cass stepped down off stage and handed Marina her bundle of reeds and nodded toward the stage.  Jenny pleaded with her eyes.  The crowd yelled its approval.  Marina walked on stage, behind Jenny, and began to flog her with the reeds, lightly at first, then harder, faster, as the music sped up, the chant became deafening, the drums frantic, and Jenny was lost in trance to her own body’s movements and sensations.

The domme gripped her glass so hard, it shattered in her hand.  The butch looked at her questioningly.  She grabbed a stack of bar napkins and pressed them into the cut, before taking the vial in the butch’s hand and nodding.  As the music fell silent and stagelights went dark except for the braziers burning low, the domme handed the vial back to the butch and whispered, "Let’s go. We need to plan this carefully…I really want to enjoy every second of it".

“Then we wait, tonight is no good. Not here, not now.”  The other nodded, agreeing.

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Spin

2.20.05

Janet Marie

You keep pushing people around

Someday it will come back to haunt you

You’re drunk on their fear

But you want them all to hear

The cries you hide in the dark

You wish you were someone else

Begging for attention

You fear you will get

You keep thinking

I’ll run away from you

It’s all burning inside me

Deep and hot

You keep spinning in the circle

You’ve kept yourself in

It won’t make a difference

I’ll still be here when you crash

I can’t help but watch

The existence of you from within

Caught in your own perpetual spin

Come take my hand

We know we can win