The shiny penny had a first drop placed upon it. And then a second. And then another, another, and an almost last one, until a transparent, quivering dome covered the surface of the coin.
It was an experiment in prediction- just how much was too much? What was the precise count before all Hell broke loose?
Or better yet, until Heaven did?
He brings me there again, and again. The lashes at first a reminder of my place, a soothing whoosh, followed by a strike and a gasp- the beautiful cycle of promise, pleasure, peace.
And then another, another, until one last gift falls upon my tender flesh.
He pauses. Checks in with me, His transparent and quivering one.
More, please, Sir, is all i can say, all i want to say.
For today, it is not too much.
Rule 36: i will work on building up my tolerances to the level my Master needs me to have, being careful not to push myself further or faster than i am ready to endure for Him, so that i may be able to expand my limitations and increase my value to Him.
