9 point model of bdsm narratives

Narrative as a method for The Project will be defined as such: The Authentic expression of an Intelligent take on Humanity through the Craft of relating events. Specifically, these are Narratives in…

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And so is happy

And picking up the pencil again he taps it twice on his nose then traces the lip of his coffee cup. It brings itself to his lips and he begins to chew anxiously, shedding tiny traces of wood fibres onto his tongue. He spits them out with his eyes closed tight and a surprised splutter and the entire cafe turns to look at him.

And when he re-opens his eyes he’s walking along the road and rising higher away from the tarmac. With heavy rain falling around he marks his steps accurately to land upon the right raindrop that will take him further up into the sky. After a while all he can see is the grey of the city pockmarked with the occasional green of a tree. And then all of a sudden the rain stops and he’s falling.

And splash! He’s in the middle of the sea and there is nothing but water and sky forever. There is no form of isolation so strong as this without leaving the atmosphere. And as he thinks this he notices scores of fish swimming around his feet. Entire schools of completely different looking fish pass by and he realises he’s not alone and he never was. But he is hungry. And so he reaches down and grabs a thick, fleshy looking fish that passses near his waist. He raises it out of the water and opens his mouth. The fish’s head passes his lips.

And inside is the fish and it’s dark. It can’t think all that well so it doesn’t do much beyond trying to flap around. But it finds that the space it’s in is very small. It’s a little distressing but ultimately doesn’t mean much for the fish. What it does notice, however — from some instinctual obligation of feeling — is the lack of water. It’s slimy but not wet here. And suddenly PLOP he is deep inside and burning with hot, liquid fire filling the darkness.

And outside the man’s stomach grinds with pain as the fish passes through his acids and slowly melts to naught.

And he puts down his pencil and runs outside and screams at the top of his lungs: “I know it at last. I have felt it!”

And all of a sudden he notices that everyone is pointing and his pride is punctured by the revelation that his penis is on display and he’s entirely nude.

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