Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
The Sirulean Whip
by Lord Sirius & Lady Aria
2004
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(Lord Sirius Leather)
There was to be no public spectacle here. This was a very private affair. Sirius had indulged Aria for the most part. Had learned to even smile now and again. She had remained calm through the Lady's playful teasing. The affectionate names She allowed Aria to repeat in public. She had been patient whenever the Lady was off on her hedonistic pursuits. Throughout it all Sirius retained Her composure. She had knowingly entered into this world of the Lodge and its inhabitants and found this dangerous but warm hearted woman that had the ability to both irritate and entice the Dark Lord.
But now, Aria had crossed a line and entered into the Olde World. Now she was in Sirius' domain. She knew it. Aria knew it. There was a price to pay for stepping into this world in the manner in which she did. Aria admitted her error and realized the gravity of it. In her admittance to breaking this very personal bit of protocol, Aria understood that Sirius would need to perform the very act that had escaped them both for so long.
Sirius was extremely quiet. Her overbearing silence filled the chamber. Aria could leave at any moment. Sirius would not stop her. This was to be Aria's choice. Some-things Sirius would forgive. But this was too much. The infringement into Lord Sirius' personal communications with another was an act that Aria now realized was a very grave error on her part.
Aria could hear her own breathing now. The air was warm. Sirius rose from her seat and stood towering over the petite blonde. The intensity of Her dark and dangerous stare left no doubt in the Lady's mind as to the course of action She would pursue if Aria chose to remain in the room.
This was a relationship based on mutual trust and respect. The Olde World was never far from Sirius. The times may change, the civilizations come and go. From creation to destruction, the never ending cycle of evolution had no sway over the ways of Olde. They ran through the veins of the Dark Lord. She was, is and would always be of the Olde. Lord Sirius had met this woman before. Many times during Her existence here. But right now, at this precise time in the universe, a code had been broken. Olde World honor demanded retribution. Sirius waited.
It felt as if eons had passed. Aria had a monumental decision to make. She looked up into the blazing ebony orbs of night and with a heavy sign she nodded her agreement. The solemnity of her choice was not lost on the Dark One. Lady Aria gave in to no one. The ritual that was about to take place was spoken of between the two of them only once and very briefly at the very start of their friendship. Aria had never given it much thought at the time. The Lady never imagined she would feel quite this way about anybody, nor did she ever for a moment believe that this occasion would ever arise. But here she was, giving her Lover this most private and intimate part of herself. Willingly and with full consent. If she chose to leave here and now, there would be no recrimination on Sirius part. This was an avowal that Aria made on her own this night. There was no coercion here. Nobody she knew or loved would be harmed if she walked out the door right now. There was nothing at stake here, except her heart.
Aria's lip trembled slightly when she saw the case. It appeared to be old, very old. She had never seen the like of it. It shone dully like unpolished silver. Along the sides were engraved what appeared to be characters of some sort. They were sharp angled, without any curves. They were perfectly aligned. She thought of the very ancient writings she had seen once before on a trip she had made to the land of the Pharaohs when she was still an assassin. Sirius noticed the curious look on Her Lady's face. She caressed the thin oblong metallic container and uttered some words in the language She rarely spoke. A touch of Her elegant hand and the box opened. Lined with black satin, Sirius peeled back the soft covering to reveal what resembled a whip. Aria swallowed hard. There was still time to change her mind.
"I sent for this when I discovered your indiscretion Aria" She paused then continued in her low and hypnotic voice. "It belongs to My father. It is older than this sphere upon which we live. It is an old and cherished relic in My family."
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(Harmonic Pain, by Lord Sirius Leather)
The comforting noises of the Lodge fell away. The sounds of the outside world vanished one by one. They were quite alone now. Silence permeated the room like a heavy fog suffocating both of them within the quiet solitude of the Dark Lord's chambers. It was as quiet as a tomb. Sirius' breathing was even and slow. Aria broke the uneasy silence. She was a woman of curiosity. Sirius took great pride in the Lady's unabashed and bold eloquence.
"I don't suppose its one of those antiques that one shows but .." Aria drew in a deep breath "never actually uses?" She looked up into the cold eyes that stared down upon her, hopeful for a last minute reprieve but instinctively knowing there was not to be one. Not this time.
"It is used My love, albeit very rarely. The last time My father used it, two lessons were taught. One to My mother for a transgression almost identical to yours. "
Sirius ran her hand over the length of it, caressing it reverently, Her eyes closed for a moment in memory of that night. Her mother bore that lesson in silence while Sirius stood quietly nearby and watched Her father administer the prescribed number of lashes. The human body had frailties that were to be avoided. Sirius learned that night, where to strike upon it and how to avoid undue injury to the person suffering its cruel lash. Once and only once, was that lesson required. She had observed and by Her very nature understood it. Afterwards when Her parents were retired to their room Sirius went about the task She had been given. Cleansing and returning the whip to its case. She did not see Her parents again that night. The next morning she awoke to the familiar sounds coming from the other end of their home, hidden deep within the mountains. She was used to those noises and drew comfort from them. When at last Her mother did appear, it was with a sparkling light in her eyes and the brightest smile upon her face. They were happy times.
"And the other?" Aria asked. Her voice somber, as befit the occasion.
Sirius returned to the present and the beautiful woman that stood before her.
"The other My dear woman, the other was to teach Me how to use it. It is not the ordinary instrument of pleasure it appears to be Aria. I was not quite into My tenth year of seasons when I first observed its special qualities."
Sirius watched Aria's every move. The way her chest swelled with each labored breath as her wide eyes took in the odd whip. No doubt about it, this woman was undeniably brave. To be here now, of her own accord, took much more than a false bravado. There was purpose to this proud Lady's submission. Purpose of the heart. Little did she know what she would be subjected to, yet she was willing to place all of her trust and the care of her fragile heart into the Dark Lord's hands. It was Aria was giving this time. Sirius was not taking, She was on the receiving end. There were few who gave anything to this Woman. Aria's gift touched Her.
Sirius picked up the long handled whip, gripping it several inches above the end She curled Her thick fingers around it and removed the Whip from its strangely decorated case. She caught Aria's gaze. The long dark leather strand with its tightly knotted end, hung heavily in the still air. Sirius whirled quickly and with lightning speed swung Her arm around, extinguishing the tiny flame from one of the candles on the standing candelabra. The candle remained intact in its place. Untouched by the whip's fury. Only its flame had been touched by the whip. Sirius looked toward Aria and nodded. It was time.
Aria walked to the foot of the large bed and stood quietly. Sirius approached her slowly. Time stopped. Their actions now took place outside of the Lodge's continuum. The Dark Lord stood behind her. Sirius could feel the nervous ambrosia of Aria's fear. It was pure aphrodisiac to Her.
When the large hand began to undo the top button of her dress, Aria whispered "No Sirius. Let me do this for You." With that the Lady reached behind and gently pushed the strong hand away. Sirius immediately understood the gesture and was pleased beyond words. This was not Hers to take. No, this was Aria's to give, and only she could give this gift of love. This was a time Sirius was not going to take, She was going to receive. Aria's gift of love in exchange for her Lover's traditions. Sirius almost smiled as she watched the delicate hands tremble slightly as they undid the smooth buttons, one by one. A growing expanse of white skin was exposed to Her Dark eyes as the dress was opened. Then Aria pulled aside the soft sheer fabric, baring to Sirius first one unblemished shoulder, then the other. She drew the blouse completely forward baring her entire back for her Lover to mark as She desired. This small Nordic beauty would be dammed if she would allow Sirius to take "this" from her. This was Aria's choice. Aria's to give.
"Ten lashes Aria." Sirius' voice was thick with arousal as She recited the punishment that was to be meted out.
"Ten" Aria repeated in a whisper. She leaned forward and grasped the broad spindled bed post at the bottom right corner of the huge bed. Her small but nubile fingers not quite reaching all the way around, gripped what she could firmly in an attempt to still the trembling that that had set in.
There was as yet a bit of information Sirius had not revealed. She had felt it best to save it for just the right moment. Sirius had merely alluded to this part during that first discussion so long ago. She had been vague but left no room for doubt as to the severity such a flagrant transgression of the Olde World rules would garner. For Sirius was not just a Dark Lord. Time would attest to that.
"There is a delayed reaction Aria. You will discover that this whip's bite is far worse than it's bark." Sirius stood ready. The mounting euphoria coursed through her veins. Her blood was thick with it, swelling Her extremities and heightening Her finely tuned sensual awareness.
Aria's breath caught in her throat. This heavy silence was maddening She waited for it to begin. She felt the hungry eyes of her Lover upon her naked flesh. The Lady shivered visibly as the Dark Lord's ravenous gaze seemed to penetrate her body in the most secret place.
Sirius watched Her lover tense in preparation. The whip began to glow and vibrate in Her hand. Her strong fingers continually loosened then tightened with the pulsing instrument. One had to be in sync with the whip in order to properly administer the ritual discipline with this very sacred relic of Olde.
Aria was unsure at first. A low hum. It was deep and the louder it became the stranger she felt. Sirius observed until She was sure that Aria felt the vibratic hum as it crept into her body and settled deep within her turning the beautiful woman's body into a sensual tuning fork. She was exquisite. Sirius understood that. It had been centuries since the last time. But even then, this rite was not given. Not like it was tonight. It was not the same with humankind. It took many lives to achieve this moment. A flood of emotion gripped the Dark Lord. Heart pounding within Her chest cavity, Her nipples were rigid with an ancient desire. Her sex became swollen. Stretched to bursting. She embraced this pleasure. The gift She was about to receive from Aria was a long time in coming. It was to be savored and digested slowly, this feast of pain she was about to inflict on the beloved woman of her Dark and lonely heart. Cursed for all time to forever lose the one thing that she would always possess. Yes, Sirius had inherited more than title and power from Her father. She had inherited a fate far worse than mortal death.
Now She was one with destiny. She stared at the succulent treasure of woman and raised Her arm. She held it there, in her right hand. Felt the eternal beauty of life flowing through Her body, the sound of creation the hum of death. Elation gripped Her as She let fly with the first blow. Aria heard the whisper of the Sirulean Whip's single strand and held her breath.
The sound she heard. The pain came moments later. It stung her unbearably. Sirius watched as the realization to set in. When Aria's fingers suddenly gripped the bed post, the knuckles turned white. The sweet body before Her became rigid as the apparent waves of agony swept Lady Aria's body. Sirius felt Herself giddy with the excitement of the moment. This could not occur unless the gift of love were sincere. 9 more to go and Sirius would feast upon every exquisite moment of Aria's suffering. The Sirulean Whip of Harmonic Pain was the only instrument of its kind. Older than Sirius if the meaningless measurement of time hand any bearing. The vibrations carried the pain to every nerve in the human body.
Her hand continued to flex around the vibrating handle. When Aria had settled and the waves subsided Sirius struck again quickly. And again. Twice in a row! Double the amount of searing pain. She wanted to push this woman to the brink of sanity, to bring Aria to Her world. The Olde world. Aria's rigid fingers trembled around the post as she held fast to it. The deafening hum in her head was enough to bear, the pain and nausea that suffused her senses were pure torture to this strong woman. Her world crumbled. She flew. Her lithe body arched twice in succession as the intense pain filled every fiber of her being and was intensified by the evolutionary vibrations that vanished her earthly existence at this moment in time. A pain so exquisite in its relentlessness. It savagely, wracked Aria from head to toe.
Aria would endure this and more for her love. Humans held a great power within their wretched souls. After several minutes of enjoying the beauty of Lady Aria's excruciating agony Sirius observed the loosening of her fingers and the small white body relaxed. The Dark Lord counted silently to herself. She knew Aria would be doing the same.
'Four , FIVE' The sounds of leather biting into the delicate skin! Each one brought the Dark Lord's blood to a boil. A hot wave of uncontrollable lust filled Her. Sirius had to hold Herself back from the violent orgy. This was too sweet a barbaric pleasure to savor too quickly. Aria's small body shuddered violently, but not one word of protest escaped the lips of Her beloved. Sirius smiled. She stepped forward and placed both hands upon the trembling back. Not to assuage the pain but to indulge in the sweetness of it. She could feel Aria's hot body vibrating under Her hands. Knew that this bespoke of the divine pain that was being felt and endured for Her.
Aria felt the heat behind her, the closeness of her Lover and knew the pleasure she was giving. She bit her lip as it began. How was it possible? Every nerve was on the edge of erupting with the pain, yet she felt the stirring of desire within herself. Hot lips touched her skin, the sensation causing her body to shiver like a leaf in a windstorm. The pain never ceased, the vibrations carried it back and forth in an endless maelstrom of inhuman torture. She was wet beyond anything she had ever felt.
Sirius regained Her composure. As excited as She was, there was more to come and She would not stop until every single lash of discipline had been administered. The rapture of desire swept through Her and she lit into the smaller woman once more.
'Six, Seven EIGHT!' This time Aria moaned quietly as she continued to endure the gift she had chosen to give the Dark woman who touched the very core of her being. Her small body continued to resonate with the unbearable pain that suffused her entire body. It rushed from her burning back along every nerve, entered into every corner of her body. She arched again and again, fingers convulsively gripping the post. Aria's center was flooded as the ache of her own desire mixed with the mind searing pain that was being so lovingly meted out by Her.
'NINE!' delivered with all the strength Sirius dared to use without fear of breaking this lovely creature before her. The whip was hot now. Glowing in the darkened room between the Olde and New worlds. Its bitter song of cruelty embodied in the primal vibrations it wrung from the strong willed woman. It would leave no visible scars. But its indelible marks upon her soul would be eternal. Sirius paused one last time. She watched Aria brace for it. The last of the 10 strokes of all consuming pain. Time had no place here. No meaning, no bearing on the proceedings that were taking place. Sirius eyes began to glow, blood red behind the Darkness of her eyes. Her blood raced wildly and Her eternal core ached for release.
'TEN' !!!! Any normal whip would have broken under the savage blow she delivered upon the trembling Lady Aria. A loud moan this time, marked the end of it. Aria's naked back went rigid as the waves surged and subsided in their endless cycle. She held on for dear life. Choking back any cries of pain, one lone tear ran down her cheek and gathered atop her quivering lip. The incessant humming stopped, her body was released. Aria slumped forward , her arms circled the post and she lay her cheek along the sturdy wood. The vibrations stopped, but her body still pulsed with the contractions of pain. Then She was again behind her.
The shock of the leather scraping the tender flesh of her naked back surprised the Lady. The strong arms encircled her, crushing the remaining breath from her brutalized body. Her heavy breathing was hot and demanding. There was an urgency in Her tone. This was new to Aria. This was a Sirius she had never felt before. The low voice, a hot whisper that caressed her ear in that Olde and foreign tongue.
"Ahhrrrriiiiaaaa".
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(Settling the Bet, by Lady Aria)
In her darkness, Aria could hear something or someone growl her name, but she was lost to her erotic haze and the sounds seemed just out of her reach. The pain coursed through her body creating a myriad of emotions and sensations. The Lady wanted to run from the pain, while clinging to the voice that had caused it.
When Lady Aria could no longer support her weight she gave up trying to fend off the blackness, she felt her legs give out and as if in slow motion, she started to fall. Distant noises filled her head with loving sounds of praise and then a welcomed sensation of floating through the air. As the shadows lifted slowly in the comfort of Sirius’ mammoth bed, Aria found herself staring into the darkest eyes she had ever seen. The look in Sirius’ eyes might have been mistaken for concern by any one else, but the Lady smiled weakly, knowing what was behind that look and gave her a lover a little wink in return.
Over the years as their connection grew stronger… Aria was allowed in. First into Sirius’ bed, then into her heart and finally into her very soul. She was given license where other women were not. She said and did things others would have paid dearly for. She was special and it was for that very reason; the Lady knew in her heart only one act would right her wrong.
Aria understood and loved the woman behind the braids and arrogant manner. Sirius was honor bound to her lineage and its olde ways. Had the Dark Lord allowed this transgression to go unpunished, she would have insulted the memory of her often-misunderstood Parents and the traditions of honor and responsibility they had instilled in her. Aria knew Sirius would have turned a blind eye for the Lady’s sake… but Aria could never allow a sacrifice so great. The Lady Aria could never ask someone she loved to betray themselves on such a profound level.
Aria knew she must give the Lord the one thing Sirius had craved for years…the one thing the Lady always held back. Aria gave herself as payment for her crime. Apologetic words held little value in this equation. Had Aria not allowed this punishment to go forward nothing would have ever been completely right between them again. For the Lady this was not an act of courage as much as it was an act of love.
The fog had lifted and all of Aria’s faculties were functioning at razor like speed again, shaking off the last remaining cobwebs, the Lady grabbed Sirius’ face in her hands and looked so deeply into the Lords eyes she could see her own reflection. Then the Lady Aria pulled Sirius down to her mouth and sucking the Lord’s entire bottom lip into her mouth, she bit down gently. Sirius instinctually pulled back a little, surprised by this reaction from her Lady who was obviously still in pain. As Sirius pulled back, Aria tightened her grip…
“Uh, uh, uh” the Lady said through closed teeth, her breath swirling around in Sirius’ mouth. Grimacing from the pain caused by even the slightest movement, Aria told the Dark Lord… “You and I -- we are so even.”
While the Lady appreciated the Lord not snapping her neck and letting her say her say, Sirius was quietly astounded with Aria’s lack of prudence. Sirius had only paused to tend to Aria, the Lord’s evening was by no means over. The larger woman nodded her head in agreement, growled softly and pulled away… Aria a woman of her word released her prey and smiled.
That smile melted Sirius despite any vein attempts to pretend otherwise. Scooping her Lady up in her strong arms Sirius trailed a light pink line of blood from her battered tongue along the cheek of the Lady and told her... “No my Love… we were even.”
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The End - 'Sirulean Whip' - by Lady Aria & Lord Sirius
Next up in the Series -- 'Sirulean Whip - The Taking'