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Sir 2.0 Episode 4: Bathing Before Sir.

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‘Now, let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?’

The hand between your legs begins to move in small, careful circles, the pad of his index finger studious and maddening in how it never quite lands on your throbbing clitoris. Around it, towards it, and each stroke is as deft and light as a breath. The fingertip grazes the tender, aching flesh and you take in deep breaths, looking up at the black ceiling, letting the light blind you with it. The sweet fury of his touch, at Sir’s behest starts to send currents of delicious, incendiary potential down your thighs, nearly fibrillating with the intensity of it. The detached, distracted motion develops before he removes his fingers from between your legs and you find yourself sopping wet. He picks up the sponge again and rinses you off, beneath a deluge of warm, scented water.

‘Would you like me to shave her?’ the guard asks.

He looks at you, the guard, and gives a gentle, almost reassuring smile.

‘Yes, I think that’s a fine idea.’

He walks away from you, his hand grazing along the inside of your thigh a moment too long before he departs. He offers a look of comfort, which is comforting in and of itself, yet has an air of rebellion and discontent to it, here in this place.

He returns with a straight razor, a bowl and a badger hair brush. He places the brush in the bowl and whisks it with a careful turn of his wrist. When he lifts it, thick clots of creamy suds drip lazily off the brush and he applies the lather in slow, careful circles to your groin. The lather is warm, almost luxurious and he ensures that you experience a heavy, damp layer of the shaving cream against your skin. He replaces the brush in the bowl and opens the razor, its edge gleaming in the light. You bite your lip, concerned of the edge against your delicate, throbbing flesh. He leans over and touches your forearm.

‘You can relax. I’ll take care of you.’

The assurance in his words, calm enough to almost be off-hand lowers your heart rate and he uses his left hand to pull the skin taut and lowers the razor to your groin. His strokes are sure and you register the edge of the blade in the abstract. He does not look from his work. He looks into your eyes only when he rinses the flecks of hair and foam from the blade or applies another layer of foam. He works in a breathy silence, and when he brings a soft sponge and wipes everything away, the delicate unshaven skin tingles where it makes contact with the air. You want to crane your head to look but the sensation tells you everything you need to know.

From the darkness, Sir’s voice rings out.

‘Impeccable work, as always.’

The guard gives a nod and wheels the table away. He leaves you a long, lingering look and then disappears into the darkness.

‘You really are quite exquisite between your legs. I almost want to come over and spank it.’

You take in a sharp breath and hear the clop of heels as he walks around.

‘But I can wait for that.’

He claps his hands together.

‘Excellent, I think we can proceed to the next stage now. I will have someone take you along and we will meet again.’

He falls silent and another pair of guards come in and wheel you away. Down a corridor, then their gloved hands loosening your restraints. No one speaks and you are helped up with the care shown an invalid and handed a white gown made from cotton, longer than the hospital johnny you wore initially. On the left breast is sewn a badge with a single number 8.

You are escorted into a larger chamber, where the women and men you were processed with, stand in loose, casual groups. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your knees are weak with adrenaline and excitement. Then you walk in.

 

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Sir 2.0 Episode 2: Processing (spoken word)

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Sir 2.0 Episode 1: Processing. (audiobook)

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All Your Secret Places

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Come to me

Willing to be opened

Explored

All your secret places

Revealed to me

My caramel eyes

Promise to keep

All your secrets

The singing sky of you

Whether it seethes

With bloodied storm

Or serene as praying Buddha

I offer a love, a grand passion

That kisses your sins

Full on the mouth

My knowing fingers

Exploring

Filling

My kitten soft tongue

Drinking the juices

Of the ripe soft fruit-treasure

Between your quivering thighs

My beauty, raw and primal

Defines yours

It can chew you

Bloody

Scratch you raw

Fuck you until

You surrender

In throbbing, open bliss

 

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Wager

Wagering that
The wistful expression
Is, within itself
An invitation
That within you
Lies a soul
Comfortable with
Paradox
In that you
Would be
Both small
Precious metals
Wrought by times
Craft into something
Quite exquisite
And teeming seething
Heat
A companionable
strength that would
Wrap itself around
Me and constriction-call
My ravishing lust
From beneath
Shirt and tie
Shell
My hands
Brutal frame
In waiting for
The portrait
of your
Face
Inspiring essence
That looks out
Through your eyes
Fuck
You’re
Beautiful

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Suit and tie

Your fingers
Undoing my tie
I can feel
The hunger
In your touch

From my neck
Around your
Wrists
Because as the
Cloth bites
You feel
Able to breathe
Again

Now
I have you
Your playful struggling
Adding to the power
Of this
And my mouth
My hands
Bearing upon
You to remind
You of the authority
We give one
Another

I’m dressed
But with you
I’m naked
To the appetite
You awake in me
With a single look

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere 08/04/2015

I have plunged into the thick of possibly the last sex scene in the book. There’s been a different dynamic to these in this book, more assertive than previously although I’ve balanced the tenderness with the aggression that appears on the surface to be the sum of it all.

So, with this one, there’s more dominance and slapping, although I established boundaries and safe words in the narrative and it’s a different type of scene to write for me, with a male POV and although challenging, there’s a necessary parity to the language because when you’re aroused, as a man, you tend to move into more primal states of mind and I wanted to capture that on the page.

I want to avoid that it resembles a man beating a woman, to insert as much passion into it without making it feel overly languid or trying to soften/excuse the power exchange as a way of apologising for it. So the language I use is more intense, shorter descriptions and reactions, minimal dialogue other than admissions and guttural expressions.

So, I am in the thick of stinging flesh and guttural moans, trying to make it so that you read it and feel the emotions, imagine the struggle and the sting of hand on flesh, that this is all a triumph of the imagination and the will.

 

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