My Dark School Of Thoughts

    I have a room in the basement equipped with two set of leather manacles on the wall for the feet and hands respectively another set of metal manacles with very thick leather bracelet hanging from the roof too, I have different types of whips that ranged in size and texture all lined up on the wall, a lot of costumes and masks because I liked a little play acting too, an old framed bed with four handcuffs on each corner, an old television and VCR, and some other oddities like lubricants, condoms etc. Those were the tools that give me unimaginable pleasure that I could never derive from a normal sexual experience. A couple of years ago a friend introduced me to a  professional dominatrix or professional dominant, often referred to within our culture as a “pro-domme”, she offers services encompassing the range of bondage, discipline, and dominance discreetly in exchange for money. Our rules were these: no use of first names, she was Bellatrix to me while I was Jinx to her, our conversation on the phone would always be about business only and it should be kept short, there should be no record in the form of photos or videos of our activities, I should always call ahead of time to book an appointment because she had other clients to satisfy and finally we should never acknowledge ourselves if we ever see outside our working environment.

   I called Bellatrix and I asked her if she was available because I needed her services immediately, she told me she was available and asked if it was at the usual place, which I said yes to. She told me her charges were going to be a little higher than usual because I called her up on short notice which I also agreed to. She came in at around six in the evening, packed her jeep in front of the cabin, came down with a bag in hand then walked up to my door and rang the bell. Between when I called her up and when she rang I had already almost gone through a bottle of bourbon and my head was already feeling like it had cotton wool stuffed in it, I opened the door for her and she waltzed in, planted a kiss on my cheek then walked over to my mini-bar and got out a bottle of vodka, opened it and poured herself a sizable amount which she carried over to where I was sitting on the couch. We drank then talked about this and that for about thirty minutes when she opened her bag and brought out cocaine which she offered me and I accepted, by then we were floating and on the roll at the same time. She walked over to my stereo put it on and started strip teasing and dancing seductively, then she gave me a lap dance and finally she performed fellatio on my manhood. By the time we were ready to go down to the basement we had already done a great deal of the coke she brought and we had already almost gone through two bottles of vodka. When we got to the basement she stripped me of my clothes, strapped me to the  leather manacles hanging from the roof of my basement then she stripped and dressed up in a red leather costume and a stiletto heeled shoe to match, she started with a little play acting, she was the teacher and I was the student and  I was begging her to punish me for being a very bad boy, she flogged me at my back screaming that I have been a very bad boy while I was crying and begging her not to stop, by then my manhood had already grown so hard that it was going to explode any moment, and that was when she came over to me bent low in front of me and guided me inside her. I nearly lost it all then because what I felt then was too overwhelming for only one man to take alone. After about ten minute of that she continues to flog me again, by then I realized Bellatrix was so high to the point where she had entered a frenzied state but I didn’t care or even bother and even if I was worried I couldn’t do anything about it for obvious reasons. One minute she was giving me pleasure through pain the next she was on the floor in pains and dying.

  Bellatrix lost her footing and hit her head on the edge of the bed which was right in front of me and that was when I climaxed, it was like a volcano erupted in me and I didn’t get my act together until after about five minutes and all this while Bellatrix was lying on the floor with her head lying at an odd angle. When I finally got my acts together and called out to her all she could do was move her fingers because her neck was broken and if she didn’t get immediate attention she would die. I panicked and started yelling for help even when I knew there was no one outside that could hear me and worse was that I didn’t expect anybody to come looking for me until when I was supposed to be through with my story which is in three weeks time and nobody is expecting to hear from me until then too. So this is the scenario here: i am chained, naked, helpless and not to forget dead drunk in the basement of my cabin with an almost dead woman and surrounded with a lot of things that would give an Old Catholic nun a seizure if she lays eyes on them and I have no hope of being rescued in time. I am a dead meat no doubt because I didn’t see how I was going to survive three weeks without water and food, so I lost my nerves again and continued screaming until I had screamed my voice hoarse then fainted. When I came to I was disoriented and my nostrils were attacked by the foulest of odor and that was when I remembered Bellatrix and I looked towards her and saw she was dead and staring at me sightless with her head still at that same odd angle, she had lost control of her bowel sometime during the time I was out and that was what accounted for the foul smell I perceived when I woke up. A thought crossed my mind and I started laughing and crying at the same time, my present situation reminded me of a book written by my best author, a man whose books inspired me to become the writer I am today, his name is “Stephen King” and the title of the book was “Gerald’s game”. In the book a man called Gerald  is on leave from work and decides to spend his leave with his wife in their cabin in the mountain or something like that, on getting there they got involved in a sexual game where he had to handcuff his wife to the bed which she complied with initially then suddenly changed her mind after he had her cuffed to the bed, the husband didn’t appreciate the fact that she wasn’t interested again and decided to ignore her and when he tried to mount her she struggled and kicked out at him then he fell of the bed, broke his neck and died thereby leaving the woman handcuffed to the bed where she watched him get eaten by a wild dog or something else, in the end the woman escaped after many days but her life was never the same again in fact I think she went off the rockers in the end. As I continued weeping I began to reflect on the mistakes I made but would never correct, the things I wished I did and other things I hoped on achieving that I probably would never do. And as the devil will have it my ideas for the story I was writing started trickling in gently then eventually it came in a flood to the point that I could see the story en-fold in front of me in not just techno-color but also in 3D. The aim for inviting Bellatrix had been achieved but I am being denied the means to ever use it.
    The concept of time was lost on me down here because I didn’t know how long I had spent in between waking and fainting, my last count was six days I guess, I was in the basement where no form of light was penetrating and sometime during my bondage there was a thunderstorm and one of my circuit breakers blew up so there wasn’t even electricity down here either so for all I know the duration of bondage might have been double my last count. During this time Bellatrix had turned green, was swollen, rotten with maggots and oozing out gases and gore that would make a giant reel over and I was filthy and smelly because I had continually pee’d and poo’d on myself, those weren’t my biggest problem though because I eventually got used to the stink and my sense of smell just went numb, my real problem was food and water. I heard somewhere that one can survive on only water for weeks in a desert so I bit on my lips and tongue and drank my blood for sustenance, God! How I suffered. I began even to ration my blood because I didn’t want it to run out of it too quickly. I was at the height of malnutrition, fading and with no blood again to drink from when I just decided to give up and let go of myself hoping for death. Sometime during my shift between consciousness to delirium to unconsciousness my left hand became free from the manacles and at first my brain failed to register it because it felt like it was one of my deliriums until I managed to fight through the fog and realized that my left hand which was naturally the slimmer hand had somehow slipped through the manacle because I had lost too much weight. With that little hope in sight I gained enough strength to manage to free myself, crawled out of the basement to the sitting room for the phone only to find out it didn’t have a dial tone then I remembered the thunderstorm. I didn’t dwell on the phone for too long and I went straight to the kitchen with the intention of eating and drink something to get enough strength to do what had to be done. I opened the refrigerator with shaky hands, dragged out a bottle of water and