"I am holding your
manhood in my palm," said Kara.
Oria was shocked with a
feeling reflecting both pleasure and pain. Her hand had caught the
little stick living between his legs. Its pulses were vivid and
flexible. It was warm and getting warmer. It was small but getting
bigger. Kara's eyes were looking directly in Oria's eyes. "I am
holding your existence in my hand," she whispered while gently
squeezing. Oria moaned with a soft voice reflecting both pleasure and
pain starting from his lips and spreading to Kara's world of games.
He wanted to get rid of the pain of the pressure, but he was also
willing to taste the pleasure of Kara's contact surrounding his
existence. He had always felt himself lonely as he had become aware
of the dark dangers of the universe. He was now feeling a strong
bond connecting him to life. Kara's hands and arms were surrounding
him and bringing him the reasons for living and surviving. He
remembered the desperate years he was trapped between a controlling
mother and a father supporting her. Her mother had always loved to
play with Oria, but not in the way Oria liked and wanted to play. She
had always loved to kiss and hug Oria, but not in the way a mother
would do. His father had a close relation with him, but did not
perform the activities a father would do together with his son. His
father was loving to watch Oria's mother while she was torturing him.
They were not thinking that what they were doing was a torture, but
Oria had always called those sessions as the hatred hours. They were
punishing him for his existence, since he had prevented them from
what they could do freely in their universes. His father was fixing
him by soft and hard, visible and invisible bonds connecting his
wrists and ankles to different extensions of the walls at their
home. Walls and their extensions were being used for not only to
control the independent wills and desires of individuals, but also to
train them for living in the designed spaces using the predefined
routes taking them to their destined futures. Her mother was then
taking the control of Oria's body by applying him carefully selected
patterns of pain and pleasure on his skin and his mind. She was
trying not to fix Oria completely so that he would not be able to
move and live, but also not to let him free for even a single moment
that he would understand the meaning of individual existence. Their
sessions were short at the beginning, but they had become longer as
the training progressed. Oria was learning how to behave according to
their wills. His mother and father was discovering the specific ways
to force him to walk towards his best future. Oria was improving and
loosing his childhood. Her mother was becoming a more skillful
controller for her son to perfectly select the correct levels of pain
and pleasure, and his father was excellently applying the initiating
shocks to his mother to guide her in the best way for the training of
Oria.
Oria had always found it
difficult to understand that how simple effects at several points on
skins could have unexpected consequences in minds and behaviors. Each
point on a skin had a different meaning. Each type of contact on a
point had different routes to be triggered in minds. He remembered
the first kiss he felt on his cheek. It was a soft and warm touch.
Oria had thought "This is wonderful, life is worth living."
The first hug he remembered was from his father saying "Now boy,
you are a man, welcome to our world." Their relations had
changed and become more complex after those moments. It seemed to be
a process creating Oria's manhood between his mother and father, but
is was a long and difficult task for all of them. Oria had wanted to
leave everything and die for many times during those hard periods. He
was saying "I hate this world," to his mother. He was
complaining to his father slightly differently, "I hate myself."
The training period was difficult, but they had succeeded to provide
Oria with at least minimum features to survive. He had been able to
understand himself, his mother, his father, and the small universe
very near to them. He had learned to live finding a balance between
pleasure and pain. Kara had later replaced her mother and undertook
her responsibilities to train him for a better future. Meri was a
surprise of life opening a different world in front of Oria. Oria had
always been very sorry since his experience with Meri had not lasted
long. He had to return Kara with a skin designed specifically for
him, to be the best supporter of the Skin System.
Oria was now once more
surprised with the waves of life pulsing from his skin to his mind,
and from his mind to his skin. He was feeling Kara with all their
existences. She was the master of understanding and touching. She was
the meaning of life, and she was being a better meaning at each touch
and at each moment. She was discovering their minds and skins with a
perfect analysis system. Each second they lived together was being a
very long period including infinite numbers of lives and experiences.
They were building new universes to give birth to new worlds. Oria
was feeling every feeling of Kara on his entire skin and in his mind.
Kara was placing her touches directly on everywhere in Oria's
existence. All points were very important providing excellent
pleasures of life and death to both of them, but the contact formed
between them was a real magic. As Kara held Oria in her hands, Oria
was feeling that he was also becoming the holder of Kara with his
fingers, palms, arms and legs. Their eyes and lips were sharing their
specific individual and common stories. Oria was penetrating in and
connecting Kara with all his existence. Kara was surrounding Oria and
being locked to him holding their futures in her hands.
"I am holding your
manhood in my palm," said Kara.
Oria felt the wonderful
miracles of life. He left himself to the wills and desires of Kara.
"You can do anything
you want to me," he whispered trembling with a feeling balancing
pleasure and pain. He moaned and whispered continuously until their
games were over. "I love you, I want you, I want to be with you,
I will always want you. You can do anything you want to me." He
moaned and trembled until they shared the same space at the same
moment in the infinity and eternity of the universe.
Oria read his refreshed
past memories. He remembered his experiences and thrills he had lived
with her mother. There had been a very special session which had
carried all of them to the hills of the universe. It had been guided
by his father carefully, like it had been in most of the cases. It
was like a masterpiece which could be created only once at a life
time. It was perfect and wonderful, but it had finished. After they
relaxed, Oria had asked with a respectful voice.
"Mother, why are you
doing all these to me?"
His father had replied
with a hard and strong voice, while tightly holding her mother and
applying pressure to her at different points with different levels.
"Because she loves
you," he had said. "Like I love her while doing all these
to her."
Oria's manhood was the
womanhood of his father and the manhood of his mother. Like his
womanhood.
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