Chapter Twenty
As the drug-thrall deepens time turns even more elastic on me, stretching out now like taffy. It seems like eons that I hang there: writhing, screaming and crying as Mistress entertains herself with my pain. Every sensation becomes increasingly exquisite too: the rich timbre of her laughter, the crackle of electricity leaping from the wand to my skin, the whistling hiss of the whip cutting through the air all make for a symphony of devastating significance. Likewise the sparkle of Dani’s eyes, the multihued beads adorning her braids, the deep crimson of her lace teddy and flaring robe, the gleaming ebony of her erection, the satiny sheen of her sable skin and each jewel-like drop of sweat beading on it comprise a feast of shape and color rioting amid the galaxy of little ca
