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She asked to meet.



She wanted to know how to feel, how to waken the darkness that was within her.



To rouse the skin that made her feel so dead. Summon the desire to feel the fire burn inside her.



So be it. She asked to meet.



The room we meet in is cold, dark, away from prying eyes. She sits quietly on the end of the bed, I approach her. She looks up, haunted by her desires to know how to feel. I stand before her cloaked and hooded, restricting her from knowing me.



This is not about me, but about her, the wanting in her eyes betrays her thoughts. Teach me how to feel. She stands for me as I ask. Slowly she reveals herself. The paleness of her skin awakens the darkness shrouding the room. The colour of ivory, it begs for warmth, for raging fires to be set alight deep within her soul.



Slowly I reach out a hand. Her fingers tremble as she lets me turn her around. I allow my hand to fall away and begin to trace her flesh. Gently sliding my hand up from the small of her back up over her shoulders.



I brush her hair away to reveal her curving neck. As I move my hand around her neck, so it begins, the first gentle flames spark into being, buried with her darkened soul.



While holding her neck, I move her hair away from her face with my other hand. Suddenly she feels the touch of silk brush against her skin. Her breathing gently lifts a little. Within moments she feels the ribbon drift across her face, her eyes closed, she expectantly receives her silken blindfold. She flinches as it tightens around her head.



Gently I guide her. She now lays on the bed. She is exposed. She is excited. She knows her flesh has awoke. Aroused from the numbness that it had known. It feels the familiar touch of silk appear once again, snaking itself around her wrists. Heat inside her starts to simmer, rising from the depths of her body, her flesh now greedy for further stimulation.



Something else is now distracting her senses. It smells like wood. A pole is slid behind her neck, resting itself behind her outstretched hands. I reach for the silk embellished wrists.



Slowly snaking the ribbon around the pole. She moans as her left wrist is tightened against the hard surface. Her right wrist then finds itself also restricted making her moan loader still.



She is now bound, she has awoken the skin she once only new as dead. She has lit a match to her burning desire to feel alive.



I lay a finger on her mouth, she has begun her journey.



Know me Sitri, So be it.

Fear nothing, embrace the darkness, for we set out on the Left Hand path of discovery and journey into a deeper sense of conciousness.



Allow ourselves to breath in the black of the night, let if fill our lungs until we choke upon the souls which reside in the emptiness of the night.



Follow now as we embark on the journey to understanding the real meaning of the power of three. Free your mind of existence and give yourself over to the power of intuition and instinct.



Feel what it is that you are looking for and give in to the temptations that normality denies us.



Free from conformity we will understand the true meaning of what it can be to exist, to be who we want and be unrestricted to what we know will make us feel alive!



Know me as Sitri. So be it.