The darkest wine pairing - by DB Sullivan

The darkest wine pairing - A Gothic Vignette by DB Sullivan

Muffled sounds of water drops falling on consecrated stone echoed sporadically through the subterranean vault in which I had built my study. By my specific design, it was outfitted with all of the amenities and accouterments which would facilitate my investigations and inquiries into all of the various subjects that fascinated my mind. Books and manuscripts were stacked from floor to ceiling along the full length of the cavern’s perimeter and illuminated by flickering candles and a central fireplace. All of my varied interests were represented among the darkened, dusty shelves - biology, natural history, spiritualism, the occult, transcendentalism and necromancy among others. There was also another feature of the chamber which had been specifically installed to my exacting standards and design, and was utilized to the fullest measure that one could imagine. 

     Of the multiple features of the dungeon I had constructed, the mechanism which was presently the object of my fancy involved a crisscrossing track of metal rails that were hung from the ceiling of the lair, to about three feet overhead. The grid that resulted from this suspended latticework enabled me to maneuver objects of any form into nearly any position within the space, and the object that I was currently toying with was that of the Countess herself. Upon her request, I had fashioned a bodily suspension bar with a cross piece and leg restraints that would comfortably harness the Countess to the device while allowing me full access to any part of her physical form. 

     On her request, I had comfortably affixed her onto the frame and hoisted her slightly aloft to where she had no contact with the walls or floor of the dungeon. She had been diligent to follow my instructions on preparation for this endeavor, including careful attention to the removal of any body hair, her long chestnut brown hair was affixed in a pony tail, and the only garments she had on were black fishnet thigh high stockings, with a thick lace band at the upper terminus. Despite my usual ravenous desire for the delights of lingerie on the Countess, there was to be no other article upon her body, so as not to create any excessive discomfort at the site of the restraints. After she was fully harnessed, I draped over her shoulders and outstretched arms, a witches shawl of a somewhat heavier black lace in order to stave off any cold and damp, as both she and I prefer my meals to be warm. The shawl was sewn in an oblong fashion, with a long slender notch cut out of a square form, so that it could almost completely shroud her body and not interfere with the chains and ropes of the mechanism's function. 

     With her explicit consent, I had placed a bit gag in her mouth and blindfolded her with a satin and leather band. Once these were comfortably secured in place, I decided to have my first taste, and unleashed my ravenous appetite upon her clitoris with a desperate tongue. Many moments later, after I was sufficiently pleased with her level of arousal, I paused temporarily and decided that since I was in no particular rush, it would be nice to pour a draught of wine. It has always been a source of a dark whimsy to me, how well the taste of the Countess pairs with a dry Médoc. 

     Exerting very little effort, I grabbed a rope that was attached to the vertical bar behind the small of the Countess’s back and pulled her along the track to an area closer to the fireplace, next to a red velveted, victorian armchair which I had been using as a study space. It was much closer to the central fireplace which afforded me better light by which to study, and would keep the Countess warmer as the hours unfolded. I locked her rigging into place such that her excitedly engorged lips were positioned just behind my right shoulder as I reclined in the seat. From this comfortable position, with just a modest lean and turn to the right, I could restimulate her excitement at my leisure, which I did with passion every few minutes. I enjoyed toying with her immensely, bringing her so close to climaxing and then backing off to build up her need for a complete and exhaustive release. But I was indeed in no hurry, and I held other interests in mind as well. 

     Laid out on the angled study desk in front of me was a scaled down reprint of the Codex Gigas, which I had been studying in recent weeks. The sacred incantations, spells and rituals of exorcism were of special interest to me, and I was keenly interested in exploring the applications of this forbidden knowledge. The quote which had struck me on this particular day was “Dino sanguinem bibis et carnes manducas” - drink the blood and eat the flesh, which mirrored today’s escapade quite splendidly. With an eager tongue, I again feasted ravenously upon the Countess’s lips and clitoris, feeling the blood welling up inside. After inducing ecstatic quivering on her part, I reached out and lifted the goblet of cabernet that I had poured. It was exquisite, carved out of ebony wood to a five pointed star shape and inlaid with a pewter cup. After a small sip, I touched the edge of the goblet to the Countess’s dripping wet lips and swirled it around a few times to capture all of her essence on the rim. And there, by the light of the fire, comfortably at ease amongst the tomes as the water drops echoed in the cavern, I continued to lick, tease and feast upon the Countess, enjoying her taste infused into the wine and contemplating just how long I might have the Countess on the edge of climax, desperately begging for a final, explosive orgasmic release. Soon enough perhaps, but first another lick, another twirl and another sip. 

Gothic Poetry by DB Sullivan

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