{[THUMP] [THUMP] } Its that last leap, covering the two or three feet of carpet. Somewhere in between the bed and the light switch on the wall. Its that crossing of the divide that splits the reality and the dream worlds. Little children don't live as far away from the edge as their grown up counter parts do. What is foridden or impossible is really only that far away. Every child knows that when the lights are off and you are trying to find the safety of a cozy bed that it is at its most dangerous. Life that is. It is perhaps this heightened sensation. Tuning every nerve, every thought, every possibility into a single movement. The crossing of the abyss that is threatening to swallow you. You fall in and before long on some semi deserted street torn pieces of paper lie smeared with dirt. A face staring back hair neat, school photo smile. We all know what happens what happens in the dark well until we grow up and unlearn the natural instincts. ----------------------------------------------- As he lies now cowered under the sheets he feels it. The pulse of his heart. Loud and echoing in his ears. Frustrated sweat cold trickles behind his knees sticking to the bed. You can hear it and you know it hears you. ------------------------------------------------ It is the same now. The pulsing of the blood through your veins. The heart thumping against your rib cage. Loudest damn thing in existance. Shivering you know its only a matter of time till you are found. ------------------------------------------------ Gripping fiercly the old plastic soilder that is always in your hand, you begin to pray. Counting, hoping, begging the sun to rise a few hours earlier or even more unlikely for your parents to wake knowing your distress. To be blasted in fluroscent light and pulled close against your mothers warm skin. -------------------------------------------------- Can't help but squeeze the eyes shut and hope this will all go away. Like when you were just a kid. just wake sore from having been curled up all night, the flashlight batteries drained. No such luck though. Already you hear the distant click clack of Her heels. So measured and slow. Each foot perfectly placed as usual you think. Then quickly you try to banish that thought from your mind. Must not think like that. Still though you know even now that she has on the black boots. The solid sound of the thicker heel is very different from the usual lighter sharper tapping of the stilleto heels She favors. Every sound is amplified in fear and your heart is leaping painfully in your chest. Something runs across your back foot but you hardly notice that. Bugs are the least of your worries. Snap a lightswitch clicks on but no light. A slight rustling and a metaliic click fills the silence. A faint light dims the darkness. Now you hear her clothes. He latex limbs brushing together. A slight squeak falling behind the sound of the boots. You scream as some of your hair is ripped out of your scalp and roughly you are dragged from your hiding place. She only looks at you with a sad little smile. Sometimes you think it would be better to be with your old Mistress at least with her you knew she would kick you a few times and whore you out for the night. She wouldn't think of letting you off so easily. It has been clear from the beginning that whatever you thought was expected is not to be. ----------------------------------------------- Removed from your cubby hole in the basement you are quickly installed in the dungeon. After orders to put on the black catsuit She shackles your ankles together and forces you to face the wall. All the time silent, punishment for the tried escape. Slowly and with great care you are fitted with the arm binders. The rubber laced up every eyehole pulled and adjusted with Her preffered precision. Her hands brush delicatly the finished bindings. She has two others come in and they place you on the bed of her special design. A bed with little in the way of comfort tiletd at a slight angle. The neck properly held in place with a fold away part leaving your head free for what She calls dressing. Feeling humiliated as Her hands grasp you and yu feel the burning pushing sensation as cathater tubing is inserted. You watch as a large bag is hung from the tubing under the bed side on one of the hooks. Quiclky then she straps you into place. Rubber binding after rubber binding constricting your body in place and numerous points. Noiw the legs as fast held as the useless arms. Once in place a rubber sheet is attatched using clasps over the whole table. Covering your bound body from view. A mound of black shiny rubber. While you are lying waiting. The two others are dismissed and a phonecall is made sealing your fate. The security is sent off duty and the maid is given a weekend leave. Now its just the two of you. Changing the lights to give Her a better view she walks back over swinging her latex clad hips. Stopping she turns on Her music as loud as She likes deafening you. Smiling She swings a leg across your body roughly mounting you. Leanign close Her breasts compressing your chest. Sliding up you and grinning her devil teeth only millimetres from your face. She kisses you running her tongue over your lips. Then she kisses your eyelids and you know the signal and do not open them again. A quick slap to your cheek and she climbs off her rubber toy. Now She moves faster and before long you feel the systems mask been put over your head. Extra thick triple dipped rubber. The only breathing hole punctured over where your anatomical lips were. A tube is inserted into your mouth via the hole. Then the world swims in hollowness as you feel another hood covering the first. Any sounds you might once of heard will not penetrate now. The tube pulls a little in your mouth and you recognize that a valve and extension tube is been attatched. Thump Thump She is tapping the side of the hoods. That is the signal and you know what She is doing now as clearly as if you were watching. She is turning off the music. Switching off the lights. Her hand is rising to her lips and a kiss is blown. Then the door swings shut and She walks off too her chamber above. She knows though. She understands what its like in the dark. She knows that She was your only hope. She leaves still and you know that She will be lying on her bed listening to the recording of your screams from the first time She did this. See you tomorrow darling She whispers to Herself and promplty drops into a well lit sleep the scent of Her sex filling the air. Venom