Yesterday’s story http://beautflstranger.tumblr.com/post/83615756455
The music http://youtu.be/UqbHoQsRKww continued its emotional onslaught of haunting beauty.
So moved by it, that tears were welling in her eyes, threatening to spill with the same passion her heart was feeling.
So carried away was she, that when the door opened, she gasped.
He said not one word to her. Only footsteps, as he once again, with reserved coolness, assessed her.
Her eyes were downcast , palms at her side, fully opened for him.
'You may look up at me,' he told her.
He hadn’t expected her tears.
' The music' she spoke
' It touched you deeply' he smiled.
She was almost embarrassed when she said ’ Very much so, Sir’
' Music is a journey. Each note, building. Each chord, a progression.'
His hand reached for her face to stroke the side of her cheek.
' It moves me too ' he smiled.
He tilted her chin upward.
' The significance of the music is the same way I shall make you feel.
Each word, each touch, will be a progression. Your tears will flow and carry you on a journey’
' Come' he held his hand out to her and brought her to the other side of the room where there was an iron gate bolted to the wall, with ropes attached to it.
' Are you ready to find where that journey will take you? ' he softly said.
' I am Master' she whispered
' Lie down ' he told her.
With complete control and quiet strength, in the same phrase of the music, the cords were wrapped around her.
' Fall into the beauty of it.' he whispered
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