Oh Knight in gilded armor
whose path is filled with demons
of Hatred, Despair, and Anger;
Which you slay with carefully placed words
an open heart, and a giving soul.
The sword resting against your hip, sparingly used
called upon when no other way will do.
A Fighter until the very end
giving of yourself and taking wounds
to spare others from the pains of Life.
But oh handsome Warrior
seen are the scratches in thine garb,
knowing well they are more than skin deep.
You are as wounded and pained
as the souls you fight so hard to save.
Yet here you are standing tall
where others have stumbled and fallen along the path.
Oh pure and true White Knight
T'is easy to see your strength is Divine
guiding to where others can not tread.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Life In Grey
You breathed life into me, left me gasping for air
Could see the colors of the world again
After living in a world of grey for years
Speaking such sweet surprises of hope
A world where peace can exist
Opening my heart to what you had to offer
Along the way, I fell oh-so-hard
How could I not when you gave me strength to stand
After learning to laugh and smile once more
I couldn't resist the stares that pierced my soul
Nor the light that shined within them
As we shared a private smile
Yet like sand you're slipping through my fingers
Knowing I'm going to lose you
Leaving me whispering the words you'll never hear
Wearing yet another mask
The haven you offered, gone
I'll bear a grin as you make her smile
Hide the heartache as you touch her soul
It'll be just another day
In a world that's returning to grey
Could see the colors of the world again
After living in a world of grey for years
Speaking such sweet surprises of hope
A world where peace can exist
Opening my heart to what you had to offer
Along the way, I fell oh-so-hard
How could I not when you gave me strength to stand
After learning to laugh and smile once more
I couldn't resist the stares that pierced my soul
Nor the light that shined within them
As we shared a private smile
Yet like sand you're slipping through my fingers
Knowing I'm going to lose you
Leaving me whispering the words you'll never hear
Wearing yet another mask
The haven you offered, gone
I'll bear a grin as you make her smile
Hide the heartache as you touch her soul
It'll be just another day
In a world that's returning to grey
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Some Wishful Thinking Part 6
The following is pure fantasy...
I was in his dining room, bound. My hands were behind me tied with rope intertwined through the rungs of the chair. I had stopped crying by now but some tears still lingered under the surface. There was a trail of blood droplets from the front door to the chair I was in, then a smeared trail lead to and fro the kitchen. He had been walking back and forth, gathering what he needed from the kitchen. A stack of towels was on the table in front of me. A basin filled with warm water was at my feet. As he returned I averted my eyes. I couldn't bear to meet his gaze. He hadn't said a word but I knew the yelling and condemnation was coming, soon.
Instead he pulled a chair before me and grabbed a small towel from the pile, dipping it into the warm water. His touch was gentle and sure when he lifted my right foot. He wiped off the dirt, making sure no stones were caught. He did the same with the other foot, always delicate. I watched silently as he rubbed in antibiotic ointment and wrapped each foot in gauze. Our eyes met and I saw the sadness in his, if only for a brief second. He was as hard, cold steel as he cleaned his own feet. I ached seeing the tightness in his jaw, not from the pain in his feet but the pain I had caused him.
Finding my voice, "Please...let me help." His eyes shot up in disbelief. There was suspicion in them. "You can keep my hands tied. Tie to my legs to this chair. But you need my help. Your back. You won't reach it on your own. Please."
"Why should I trust you? Do I need to lock all the doors and windows first? You knew the inevitable the moment you walked into that hotel room. One way or another, you would be here. You would be mine." He gently placed his hand on my thigh, stroking my soft skin with his thumb. "All I've thought about in the last few months is having you in my home. Making it ours. A willing slave to her Master's whims and fancies. Was it all a game for you?"
"Jeff." I cleared my throat and glanced up at him. His eyebrow was raised so I started over. "Sir, it wasn't a game. It was a wish for something more. Please, I want to help. It's my fault you're hurt. At least let me make it better."
He didn't answer but moved behind the chair, untying and unwinding the rope around my hands from the chair. He sat at my feet and after dampening a cloth, he handed it over. I cleaned his back with care. I pulled out a handful of gravel. I watched when his back would tense from the pain. I barely stopped my tears. Once he was clean, I rubbed antibiotic cream across his back and wiped my hands clean with the damp cloth.
Above just a whisper, "I'm done Sir." He turned around and again sat in the chair opposite of me. He stared at me while I tried my best to avoid his gaze. I looked out the windows on my left. The backyard was in view. The luscious green grass was neatly manicured. I could see a few fruit trees just beginning to bloom.
"Look at me," he said in a dangerously low and calm voice. I couldn't help but obey. "Tell me what you want." It felt like all the air was pulled out of my lungs when he uttered those words. I had seen them typed a hundred times before, but to hear them was unbearable. I also knew I had to answer, to say out loud the words I had typed and thought a thousand times over.
"I want a dominant man. One who will protect and cherish me. I want discipline, to be controlled. I want love and friendship. I want to suffer at the hands of a cruel and sadistic man, knowing it gives him great pleasure. I want more than sex. I want to build a home with him. I want to be opened and exposed so he will know all of me..." I couldn't finish the rest. The last part which was added after we began talking. I glanced up at him, a face as cold and set as stone. I whispered, nearly choking on the words, "I want you."
"Good girl," he paused, letting those words sink into me. "So why are you fighting what you want? I understand you love your work and I would never completely take you away from it. But why go in search of a Dom, why seek me out if your wants weren't just as important? You've never admitted it, but this is a need. Much more than a want, you need a Dom. You need me, just as I need you. Will you admit that's true now?"
I closed my eyes as a tear slid down my cheek. I couldn't, not to him or even to myself. I softly shook my head. I heard him sigh in frustration. He held my face in both hands forcing me to look at him. The lust and desire were back in his eyes. I heard myself panting and could feel my pussy begin to drip. He smirked knowing the reaction a look had on my body.
to be continued...
Monday, August 20, 2012
Some Wishful Thinking Part 5
The following is pure fantasy...
I woke up to the sound of the cage door being opened. I said nothing as he unlocked the cuffs from the metal ring and helped me shuffle out of the cage. He pulled me up so I was standing before him. My eyes were downcast, attempting to hide to my anger. He knew better and lifted my chin forcing me to look at him. I inhaled sharply at the tenderness in his eyes and smile. He held my gaze as his hands easily undressed me. My heart was torn as this was the man I had spent countless hours chatting with over the last few months, yet I was a kidnapped prisoner in his home.
Once I was unclothed, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He let me take care of my needs as he started the shower. I thought I would be left to myself until he undressed right then and there. I squeezed my thighs together in the vain attempt to hide my actions. I could see his sly smile and chose to ignore it. I followed him into the large, tiled shower. If I hadn't been shaking with fear and confusion, I would have been impressed with it. Multiple shower heads lined the walls, as well as a large seating bench along the left wall.
Handing me a bar of soap, I assumed he meant for me to wash myself. He chuckled as I began soaping myself and gently grasped my hands, placing them against his firm chest. My eyes widened and my cheeks blushed when I understood what he meant. Still shaking slightly, I grabbed the soap once more than began soaping his skin. Too intimate for my brain to handle, I did my task with emotional distance. That was until he grabbed the soap. His hands soaped up to his liking, he gently began cleaning my body.
I was getting lightheaded from the overwhelming and conflicting emotions. His hands felt like heaven against my skin, yet thoughts of his actions last night kept racing through my mind. How could he be both so gentle, sweet even, and then be the evil bastard who kidnapped me because he couldn't handle rejection. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sensations he was creating in my body. He must have noticed as he sat me on the bench. While he finished soaping up my body, he whispered sweet words to me. It was like a foreign language to my mind. Something must have seemed wrong as he held my head in his hands, calling me 'kitten' until I responded.
I jumped and looking around, my breathing rapid. "Are you back with me princess?" he asked. I nodded, still shivering slightly. "Tell me what's on your mind."
"You. This. I can't do this. It's not right...I didn't choose this!"
He looked deeply into my eyes and asked, "Didn't you?" I thought back to our conversations about kidnapping and abduction role play. He had gotten all of my secret desires out of me, but I thought there had been no harm in it. What if he wasn't speaking of the kidnapping but instead my most secret wish, to be an owned slave? While I have always desired that, I chose a career that would always be in the way. I had been a bit sad knowing this, but I helped a lot of people get their lives back so I thought it was a fair trade. Maybe he thought this was my way out of my responsibilities.
"No, not like this. I have a career and people who depend on me. Now please let me go. I won't tell anyone about what happened. I just want to go home."
He didn't respond right away, instead led me out of the shower to dry off. Our eyes met several times but he waited until he had me kneeling before him in the bedroom. "I want to make something very clear. The woman you've been until this weekend, Mary, is gone. She no longer exists. Instead you are now my kitten, my slave. The sooner you accept that, the happier you'll be." My fists clenched and tears welled in my eyes, but I fought back the urge to get up and hit him. He wanted to destroy everything I had been, wipe clean 29 years of my life. I was now resolute to escape as soon as I could.
"Very good. That you're tempering your anger is a definite sign of developing obedience. Oh you may see it as self preservation, but it won't be long until my will overtakes yours. Now to remind you of your place..." He walked toward a large dresser and pulled out a collar and leash. This was no dog collar, but one of soft black leather designed to worn against human skin. "This is your training collar. When you willingly accept me as your Lord and Master, then you'll receive your permanent one." He slipped it around my neck, lifting my hair so it wouldn't get caught. As he closed it, a lock was placed in a special latch so I wouldn't be able to remove it. Finally he attached the leash to a D-ring on the front of the collar.
I was angry, humiliated, and yet the collar did exactly what he intended. I no longer felt like a person. Instead I was reduced to a pet, property. He bid me rise and led me out of the bedroom back down to the kitchen. He patted one of the stools in front of the island. As I sat he placed the leash on the island in front of me. Then he began moving about grabbing eggs and bacon from the fridge. He was making french toast with half of a left over loaf of bread. I was soon looking around his home, as best I could. The ceilings were at least 12 feet tall on the first level. I could see some skylights in the front room which was laid out as a spacious living room. A large fireplace was on the left outside wall and would be a welcome heat source in the winter time. It was then I noticed the front door. It was to my right. At the left end on the far wall in the living room. There was a bolt on the door as well as a turning lock on the handle. I wondered if either would be locked as he lived in such a remote area.
I watched him place the sliced bread into the beaten eggs. The flat skillet was ready and heated. I debated for a minute then slowly reached up with one hand to unclasp the leash from the collar. With bated breath I put the other end on the island counter. Three, two, one. I didn't think; I just moved. I ran past the dining room and into the living room. My hand grabbed the handle with ease and twisted. It was unlocked! I threw the door open and ran. I didn't look back but I could hear him running behind me. I sprinted through the grass until I reached the gravel driveway. I didn't pause even when the rocks cut into my feet. Blood pumped with the sound of thunder to my ears. I expected rain to downpour at any second, yet it was a clear blue sky. I could see the road ahead in the distance. I was almost there!
Every muscle in my body ached. I pushed harder still, sprinting. Hoping and praying that the road would mean freedom. I heard a loud crunch behind me. I couldn't look back but I knew he was gaining. Then I heard his breathing. An arm grabbed mine pulling me towards him. I slid on the gravel pulling us both to the ground. My body jerked in mid-fall and I instead landed on his body instead of the harsh stones. His body wasn't so lucky. He wasn't naked, but only had on a pair of blue jeans. I knew his back took the impact of both our bodies.
I saw his eyes were closed so I went to move off to check on him. Instead his hands clutched at my arms holding me still. His eyes opened, staring at me. There was no anger. No his look was calculated and secure. He knew I wasn't going anyway now. It was just a matter of what to do with me. He didn't say a word as he rolled me off gently. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me back to his house. I wrapped my arms around his neck hiding my face against his chest. I cried softly knowing the one chance I had to escape was gone. This was my fate. He would be my Master.
To be continued...
I woke up to the sound of the cage door being opened. I said nothing as he unlocked the cuffs from the metal ring and helped me shuffle out of the cage. He pulled me up so I was standing before him. My eyes were downcast, attempting to hide to my anger. He knew better and lifted my chin forcing me to look at him. I inhaled sharply at the tenderness in his eyes and smile. He held my gaze as his hands easily undressed me. My heart was torn as this was the man I had spent countless hours chatting with over the last few months, yet I was a kidnapped prisoner in his home.
Once I was unclothed, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He let me take care of my needs as he started the shower. I thought I would be left to myself until he undressed right then and there. I squeezed my thighs together in the vain attempt to hide my actions. I could see his sly smile and chose to ignore it. I followed him into the large, tiled shower. If I hadn't been shaking with fear and confusion, I would have been impressed with it. Multiple shower heads lined the walls, as well as a large seating bench along the left wall.
Handing me a bar of soap, I assumed he meant for me to wash myself. He chuckled as I began soaping myself and gently grasped my hands, placing them against his firm chest. My eyes widened and my cheeks blushed when I understood what he meant. Still shaking slightly, I grabbed the soap once more than began soaping his skin. Too intimate for my brain to handle, I did my task with emotional distance. That was until he grabbed the soap. His hands soaped up to his liking, he gently began cleaning my body.
I was getting lightheaded from the overwhelming and conflicting emotions. His hands felt like heaven against my skin, yet thoughts of his actions last night kept racing through my mind. How could he be both so gentle, sweet even, and then be the evil bastard who kidnapped me because he couldn't handle rejection. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sensations he was creating in my body. He must have noticed as he sat me on the bench. While he finished soaping up my body, he whispered sweet words to me. It was like a foreign language to my mind. Something must have seemed wrong as he held my head in his hands, calling me 'kitten' until I responded.
I jumped and looking around, my breathing rapid. "Are you back with me princess?" he asked. I nodded, still shivering slightly. "Tell me what's on your mind."
"You. This. I can't do this. It's not right...I didn't choose this!"
He looked deeply into my eyes and asked, "Didn't you?" I thought back to our conversations about kidnapping and abduction role play. He had gotten all of my secret desires out of me, but I thought there had been no harm in it. What if he wasn't speaking of the kidnapping but instead my most secret wish, to be an owned slave? While I have always desired that, I chose a career that would always be in the way. I had been a bit sad knowing this, but I helped a lot of people get their lives back so I thought it was a fair trade. Maybe he thought this was my way out of my responsibilities.
"No, not like this. I have a career and people who depend on me. Now please let me go. I won't tell anyone about what happened. I just want to go home."
He didn't respond right away, instead led me out of the shower to dry off. Our eyes met several times but he waited until he had me kneeling before him in the bedroom. "I want to make something very clear. The woman you've been until this weekend, Mary, is gone. She no longer exists. Instead you are now my kitten, my slave. The sooner you accept that, the happier you'll be." My fists clenched and tears welled in my eyes, but I fought back the urge to get up and hit him. He wanted to destroy everything I had been, wipe clean 29 years of my life. I was now resolute to escape as soon as I could.
"Very good. That you're tempering your anger is a definite sign of developing obedience. Oh you may see it as self preservation, but it won't be long until my will overtakes yours. Now to remind you of your place..." He walked toward a large dresser and pulled out a collar and leash. This was no dog collar, but one of soft black leather designed to worn against human skin. "This is your training collar. When you willingly accept me as your Lord and Master, then you'll receive your permanent one." He slipped it around my neck, lifting my hair so it wouldn't get caught. As he closed it, a lock was placed in a special latch so I wouldn't be able to remove it. Finally he attached the leash to a D-ring on the front of the collar.
I was angry, humiliated, and yet the collar did exactly what he intended. I no longer felt like a person. Instead I was reduced to a pet, property. He bid me rise and led me out of the bedroom back down to the kitchen. He patted one of the stools in front of the island. As I sat he placed the leash on the island in front of me. Then he began moving about grabbing eggs and bacon from the fridge. He was making french toast with half of a left over loaf of bread. I was soon looking around his home, as best I could. The ceilings were at least 12 feet tall on the first level. I could see some skylights in the front room which was laid out as a spacious living room. A large fireplace was on the left outside wall and would be a welcome heat source in the winter time. It was then I noticed the front door. It was to my right. At the left end on the far wall in the living room. There was a bolt on the door as well as a turning lock on the handle. I wondered if either would be locked as he lived in such a remote area.
I watched him place the sliced bread into the beaten eggs. The flat skillet was ready and heated. I debated for a minute then slowly reached up with one hand to unclasp the leash from the collar. With bated breath I put the other end on the island counter. Three, two, one. I didn't think; I just moved. I ran past the dining room and into the living room. My hand grabbed the handle with ease and twisted. It was unlocked! I threw the door open and ran. I didn't look back but I could hear him running behind me. I sprinted through the grass until I reached the gravel driveway. I didn't pause even when the rocks cut into my feet. Blood pumped with the sound of thunder to my ears. I expected rain to downpour at any second, yet it was a clear blue sky. I could see the road ahead in the distance. I was almost there!
Every muscle in my body ached. I pushed harder still, sprinting. Hoping and praying that the road would mean freedom. I heard a loud crunch behind me. I couldn't look back but I knew he was gaining. Then I heard his breathing. An arm grabbed mine pulling me towards him. I slid on the gravel pulling us both to the ground. My body jerked in mid-fall and I instead landed on his body instead of the harsh stones. His body wasn't so lucky. He wasn't naked, but only had on a pair of blue jeans. I knew his back took the impact of both our bodies.
I saw his eyes were closed so I went to move off to check on him. Instead his hands clutched at my arms holding me still. His eyes opened, staring at me. There was no anger. No his look was calculated and secure. He knew I wasn't going anyway now. It was just a matter of what to do with me. He didn't say a word as he rolled me off gently. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me back to his house. I wrapped my arms around his neck hiding my face against his chest. I cried softly knowing the one chance I had to escape was gone. This was my fate. He would be my Master.
To be continued...
Some Wishful Thinking Part 3 & Part 4
Since I had to delay the story, I figured I'd give you the last two parts today. ^_^ Aren't I nice? LOL. Hope y'all enjoy!
The following is pure fantasy...
Part 3
When I awoke a few hours later, I was curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed. Free of all restraints, I stretched and looked around. My Lord was no where in sight so I sat on the bed waiting for him to return. I kept eyeing his bag, but I knew there would be hell to pay if I even touched it. My curiosity was beginning to get the better of me but thankfully my Lord saved me from a terrible fate when he entered the room. He was carrying a bag filled with take out and a large, long case.He motioned for me to come eat and with my stomach rumbling, I eagerly joined him. We laughed and joked with each other, as if the flogging had been a surreal dream. Soon enough though he was pulling me back to that otherworldly state as he had me bent over his knees, leaving my ass vulnerable and exposed."I want to make something very clear," my Lord told me. "What I'm about to do is not for punishment, but it is to remind you of your place. You are mine to do with as I please...for now anyway. You came to me knowing I would hurt you, even begged me for it. I will never harm you, but you must keep control of yourself. You will not get up unless I tell you to move or I move you myself. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes my Lord. Perfectly clear Sir."
"Good girl. Now let's begin..."
His hand rubbed my smooth, pale skin. The first strike on his hand had me gasping for air. Back and forth between each cheek he continued without mercy. I tried to squirm to get away, my his arm across my back held me in place. My ass felt like it was on fire. I'm sure it glowed a nice red by the time he was done. I lost count at 50 smacks; I'm sure he doubled that. Tears streamed down my face, but I know long cared or resisted. He proved he had complete control of me. Even then, I knew there was no turning back.
He placed me on the bed face down. I barely even noticed. I was a wreck and couldn't tell right from left, up from down. When he came back, he maneuvered my body so I was again cuffed by my ankles and wrists while facing down this time. Moaning softly, I tried to turn my head to see what was coming this time, but a black blindfold was tied around my head and then that cursed ball gag was buckled around again. Somehow even through the haze of my mind, I knew this was going to be bad. Worse than anything I'd experienced so far. Somewhere in my twisted brain, I couldn't wait as I could feel my pussy begin to dampen. He must have seen as he chuckled and whispered, "What a naughty little girl you are."
A long, hard object touched my ass, causing me to gasp out of fear. Tapping what I would later find out was a bamboo cane, my Lord tested it against my skin. My hands balled into fists and I braced myself. The first strike was blinding, but not in pain. It felt...good. It stung but in a good way. I was still processing the feelings when he struck again. I moaned and my body relaxed. I even felt my ass rise on its own. I heard my Lord laughing at my reaction, but I could hear the desire laced in. He struck dead center on my ass, ten times in the same spot. I was practically purring with desire. I wanted to scream 'More, please!' I didn't even notice the tears running down my face at the time.
He struck my thighs next causing my back to arch. He was unmerciful as I felt my flesh bruising with every hit. Still I wanted more! When he moved to the bottom of my feet, my whole body was rocked. Oh yeah that really hurt, much more than my ass or thighs. I felt my mind slipping away. My Lord must have noticed as I was yanked back to reality when he pulled my head up by my hair.
"Stay with me. You want this, you need this from me. And I need to give it to you. Don't fade my pet. I'm not done with you." I could only nod and make muffled noises, but my Lord understood my need to continue.
He teased me with random and well placed hits of the cane along my thighs, ass, upper back, and upper arms. I tried to find a pattern but there was none. He seemed to hit where it pleased him, when it pleased him. Soon enough though, every area was covered in red, raised welts. I would ache for a long time after this. He must have placed the cane aside as the next feeling was him kneeling on the bed between my legs as his hands ran over my body. I sounded like a cheap whore as each soft caress had me moaning loudly, my body shivering, and my pussy leaking.
A pillow was placed underneath my hips and I knew what was coming. I was even wetter at just the idea of his cock buried deep inside of me. I knew it would be rough and brutal. He didn't disappoint. With a quick thrust, I felt his magnificent cock go balls deep into my sopping wet cunt. He used my shoulders to brace himself, then he went wild. He'd pull out until just his head was inside and then thrust hard back in. He kept a decent pace, fast enough to keep me on edge, but too controlled for me to cum.
He growled menacing words into my ear as his cock ravaged my even wetter cunt. "Such a willing slut." "You like that whore don't you." "Don't you dare cum without permission little bitch." "You were made for me, to be my fucktoy."
I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock grinding as his words degraded me for eternity. Soon though even his patience had worn thin. He was going to mark me with his cum, make me cum at his command. "Cum for me. You are mine. Cum now!" I felt his cum shoot into my pussy and I was lost. Moaning and bucking against him, a powerful and destructive orgasm rolled through me. I came all over his cock, causing a growl and deep throat chuckle from my Lord.
I collapsed into the soft bed. He laid half on top of me, his cock still buried deeply inside of me. He wanted until it softened until he rolled off onto his side. I turned my head to look up at him, though I still couldn't physically see him. Removing the blind fold, I could see he was smiling proudly down at me. I tried to smile around the gag, only half succeeding. He then removed that as well. I was falling quickly asleep, completely worn out. He stroked my hair softly as the darkness once again claimed me.
Part 4
I woke nestled in his arms. He was spooned in behind me, my head laying on his arm. It felt right, too right. I dreaded having to leave him, but my life and the real world was calling. As I lay there thinking, I realized that I could never see him again. I had wanted to find a partner to have some fun with every now and then to release some pent up energy. But not this man, I knew I could become addicted to him. I already was, and he kept saying I was "his." Not good at all. I knew I had to take control of this situation before this got even more out of hand. I slipped softly out of his arms and began to dress. I was in the bathroom trying to untangle my hair when I heard him wake. He stormed into the bathroom, relief and anger mixed across his face.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked quietly, but obviously tempered.
"I'm getting ready to leave. I have a few assignments for work I want to look over before I go to work in the morning. Look, it's nothing against you. I had a lot of fun. More than I ever expected honestly. But Jeff, our real lives are calling." I walked over to him, slipping my arms around his waist. "You changed my world and I can never thank you enough for that...I think we want different things. I'm not looking for someone to commit to all the time, and all that "mine" talk just didn't sit right with me. I hope you understand..."
His eyes searched mine for a minute. He said nothing as his jaw firmly set. Grabbing a fist full of hair he spun me around and moved to pin me to the sink's counter top. "Put your hands on the counter," he growled. I did so out of fear, worried about what I had gotten myself into. "Look at the woman in that mirror. Does she look like Mary Greenwood**, famous criminal defense lawyer?" I shook my head, still frightened.
"No? I wonder why not...that woman in the mirror is a slut, whore, fucktoy, pet, plaything. She is not powerful. No one obeys her. Her place is to serve. Do you understand?" I nodded, tears flowing freely down my rosy cheeks. He spun me around so I was staring at his chest. I couldn't bear to raise my head so he pulled my hair back so I'd be forced to look at him. "I don't think you do understand as you tried to play games with me. I am your LORD. Yet you call me by my name as if we're equals. You act like this meant nothing, as if all I did meant nothing to you. Were you just playing games then too?"
I shook my head, sobbing now. "This weekend was wonderful. Too wonderful. It would be so easy to become addicted to you. But I can't. Don't you see that? I'm not looking for commitment. I was only looking for fun...I can't be attached to someone who will interfere with my life, my job."
His eyes pored deep into mine. I didn't dare look away. "So that's what you're worried about? I can work with that. You are mine, princess. Whether you accept that now or later is up to you. I didn't plan this weekend on the hopes that I could see you this once or maybe every now and then. You belong to me. You have from the moment you walked into this room. Now I'm taking what's mine home with me."
I braced myself on the counter as he let go of me. He went off to the left and I could hear him moving things around, likely packing. I glanced behind to see myself in the mirror again. He was right. I was the image of a dirty slut, not a respectable woman. If I ever hoped to be her again, I knew I'd have one shot to get away or she'd never reappear. I took a deep breath and bolted to the door. I had gotten the sliding bolt undone when I was crushed against the door.
"I thought you might try to run which is why I wasn't really packing. I was preparing a few items instead." Cuffs were locked onto my wrists, though I'd tried to squirm away. The chain was long enough that I could keep my hands at my sides, but could move them no farther forward. He shoved a remote in front of me. "This will keep you in line. Look at me wrong or even think of escaping, I'll press a button sending a painful, yet harmless jolt into you. Don't think I won't use it. Now go sit on the bed while I pack."
With the cuffs on, I knew I had no choice but to obey. I sat on the edge of the bed, crying silent tears as he moved all about me. It was a quick clean up as he had been tediously neat throughout our play. No, it wasn't playing for him. I knew my old life was over. I steeled myself to obey and be meek until I could figure out a way to escape.
Soon enough he was pulling me along the hallway to his car. My large jacket was draped over my shoulders to hide the cuffs in case we ran into anyone. We went down a back staircase so we wouldn't have to pass the main desk. As he put me in the passenger seat, I noticed steel rings in various places. He locked each wrist cuff to a metal ring, making me helpless. It was almost dusk as he went back to settle the tab. I hoped to catch the attention of someone entering the hotel, but no one even bothered to look my way.
I was looking at my feet when he returned and buckled himself in. "Mary? Are you ignoring me Mary? Kitten!" I jumped, as slightly as I could with the restraints, and looked over to him in fear. "Well that was interesting. You ignore your own name, but you can't ignore the name I gave you. I think within the week, all thoughts of escaping will be out of that pretty little head of yours. To be replaced by your devotion and love to me..."
I shivered as I saw his wicked grin. I wanted to disagree, but it wasn't the thought of being shocked that stopped me. I feared he may be right. I looked down at the restraints. I hadn't bothered to even get out of them. Was my resistance already waning?
"In case you have some fanciful idea of being rescued, your car will be towed away within the hour. I have a friend waiting and ready to go. With one phone call, your previous life will be over." As he placed the call, I was lost in thought. I hadn't even thought of my car. There had been no false hope for me as this seemed too hopeless to think I might be saved. Only I could rescue myself now and I resigned myself to getting away as soon as I could risk it. I knew I would have a small window before his will replaced my own.
He drove for nearly two hours before we turned onto a dirt road. After driving for another ten minutes, we pulled up to a large and gorgeous Victorian style house. It wasn't an original, but a fine reproduction that spoke of wealth. He pressed a button on the garage opener and then pulled inside. He was out quickly to unlock me from the rings in the car, but he kept the cuffs on. Again, I was pulled by my arm and led through the house. I only got a brief first look, but the man was even wealthier than I had imagined. Antiques in pristine condition filled every room. I was led to what I gathered was the Master bedroom. It was large enough to be its own apartment.
I immediately noticed the large, metal dog cage at the foot of the bed. I knew I was going to be put in there and tried to get out of his grasp. I fell to the floor twitching and gasping as an electrical jolt pulsed through my body. I felt him removing the cuffs, but I couldn't move my muscles to try to fight again. He lifted me up and carried me to the cage. He put me in front of it and began to unlock the cage with a key from his key chain. He walked over to one of the nightstands and pulled out another set of cuffs, this time with no chain attached between them. With my eyes I was pleading with him as he locked each cuff on. They were lined with a soft fur and I would have enjoyed them immensely if not for the situation. He shuffled my body into the cage, back side up, as I was still unable to move. Before he closed the door, he locked my wrists to a metal ring soldered around one of the metal bars on the side of the cage. He placed a small pillow down for my head, then closed and locked the door.
He left the room them, leaving me to wait knowing I couldn't escape. I didn't bother trying to get out of the cuffs or cage. I knew this was not the time or place to fight. He returned about half an hour later and changed for the night. After a 'good night, sleep tight' and a soft chuckle to himself, the lights were off and he was in the large king sized bed I was in front of. Several hours later, after many silent, internal battles my last thought before I fell asleep was a prayer that this would all be a dream when I woke...and knowing it wouldn't be...
Well that's it for now! I may continue this story at a later point, as I'm becoming quite fond of Mary and Jeff. The reason for the asterisks (**) is that Mary Greenwood is a person I made up. Any resemblance to anyone living or deceased is accidental. I hope everyone enjoy their story and that the ending was quite different from what anyone would have guessed! :)
The following is pure fantasy...
Part 3
When I awoke a few hours later, I was curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed. Free of all restraints, I stretched and looked around. My Lord was no where in sight so I sat on the bed waiting for him to return. I kept eyeing his bag, but I knew there would be hell to pay if I even touched it. My curiosity was beginning to get the better of me but thankfully my Lord saved me from a terrible fate when he entered the room. He was carrying a bag filled with take out and a large, long case.He motioned for me to come eat and with my stomach rumbling, I eagerly joined him. We laughed and joked with each other, as if the flogging had been a surreal dream. Soon enough though he was pulling me back to that otherworldly state as he had me bent over his knees, leaving my ass vulnerable and exposed."I want to make something very clear," my Lord told me. "What I'm about to do is not for punishment, but it is to remind you of your place. You are mine to do with as I please...for now anyway. You came to me knowing I would hurt you, even begged me for it. I will never harm you, but you must keep control of yourself. You will not get up unless I tell you to move or I move you myself. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes my Lord. Perfectly clear Sir."
"Good girl. Now let's begin..."
His hand rubbed my smooth, pale skin. The first strike on his hand had me gasping for air. Back and forth between each cheek he continued without mercy. I tried to squirm to get away, my his arm across my back held me in place. My ass felt like it was on fire. I'm sure it glowed a nice red by the time he was done. I lost count at 50 smacks; I'm sure he doubled that. Tears streamed down my face, but I know long cared or resisted. He proved he had complete control of me. Even then, I knew there was no turning back.
He placed me on the bed face down. I barely even noticed. I was a wreck and couldn't tell right from left, up from down. When he came back, he maneuvered my body so I was again cuffed by my ankles and wrists while facing down this time. Moaning softly, I tried to turn my head to see what was coming this time, but a black blindfold was tied around my head and then that cursed ball gag was buckled around again. Somehow even through the haze of my mind, I knew this was going to be bad. Worse than anything I'd experienced so far. Somewhere in my twisted brain, I couldn't wait as I could feel my pussy begin to dampen. He must have seen as he chuckled and whispered, "What a naughty little girl you are."
A long, hard object touched my ass, causing me to gasp out of fear. Tapping what I would later find out was a bamboo cane, my Lord tested it against my skin. My hands balled into fists and I braced myself. The first strike was blinding, but not in pain. It felt...good. It stung but in a good way. I was still processing the feelings when he struck again. I moaned and my body relaxed. I even felt my ass rise on its own. I heard my Lord laughing at my reaction, but I could hear the desire laced in. He struck dead center on my ass, ten times in the same spot. I was practically purring with desire. I wanted to scream 'More, please!' I didn't even notice the tears running down my face at the time.
He struck my thighs next causing my back to arch. He was unmerciful as I felt my flesh bruising with every hit. Still I wanted more! When he moved to the bottom of my feet, my whole body was rocked. Oh yeah that really hurt, much more than my ass or thighs. I felt my mind slipping away. My Lord must have noticed as I was yanked back to reality when he pulled my head up by my hair.
"Stay with me. You want this, you need this from me. And I need to give it to you. Don't fade my pet. I'm not done with you." I could only nod and make muffled noises, but my Lord understood my need to continue.
He teased me with random and well placed hits of the cane along my thighs, ass, upper back, and upper arms. I tried to find a pattern but there was none. He seemed to hit where it pleased him, when it pleased him. Soon enough though, every area was covered in red, raised welts. I would ache for a long time after this. He must have placed the cane aside as the next feeling was him kneeling on the bed between my legs as his hands ran over my body. I sounded like a cheap whore as each soft caress had me moaning loudly, my body shivering, and my pussy leaking.
A pillow was placed underneath my hips and I knew what was coming. I was even wetter at just the idea of his cock buried deep inside of me. I knew it would be rough and brutal. He didn't disappoint. With a quick thrust, I felt his magnificent cock go balls deep into my sopping wet cunt. He used my shoulders to brace himself, then he went wild. He'd pull out until just his head was inside and then thrust hard back in. He kept a decent pace, fast enough to keep me on edge, but too controlled for me to cum.
He growled menacing words into my ear as his cock ravaged my even wetter cunt. "Such a willing slut." "You like that whore don't you." "Don't you dare cum without permission little bitch." "You were made for me, to be my fucktoy."
I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock grinding as his words degraded me for eternity. Soon though even his patience had worn thin. He was going to mark me with his cum, make me cum at his command. "Cum for me. You are mine. Cum now!" I felt his cum shoot into my pussy and I was lost. Moaning and bucking against him, a powerful and destructive orgasm rolled through me. I came all over his cock, causing a growl and deep throat chuckle from my Lord.
I collapsed into the soft bed. He laid half on top of me, his cock still buried deeply inside of me. He wanted until it softened until he rolled off onto his side. I turned my head to look up at him, though I still couldn't physically see him. Removing the blind fold, I could see he was smiling proudly down at me. I tried to smile around the gag, only half succeeding. He then removed that as well. I was falling quickly asleep, completely worn out. He stroked my hair softly as the darkness once again claimed me.
Part 4
I woke nestled in his arms. He was spooned in behind me, my head laying on his arm. It felt right, too right. I dreaded having to leave him, but my life and the real world was calling. As I lay there thinking, I realized that I could never see him again. I had wanted to find a partner to have some fun with every now and then to release some pent up energy. But not this man, I knew I could become addicted to him. I already was, and he kept saying I was "his." Not good at all. I knew I had to take control of this situation before this got even more out of hand. I slipped softly out of his arms and began to dress. I was in the bathroom trying to untangle my hair when I heard him wake. He stormed into the bathroom, relief and anger mixed across his face.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked quietly, but obviously tempered.
"I'm getting ready to leave. I have a few assignments for work I want to look over before I go to work in the morning. Look, it's nothing against you. I had a lot of fun. More than I ever expected honestly. But Jeff, our real lives are calling." I walked over to him, slipping my arms around his waist. "You changed my world and I can never thank you enough for that...I think we want different things. I'm not looking for someone to commit to all the time, and all that "mine" talk just didn't sit right with me. I hope you understand..."
His eyes searched mine for a minute. He said nothing as his jaw firmly set. Grabbing a fist full of hair he spun me around and moved to pin me to the sink's counter top. "Put your hands on the counter," he growled. I did so out of fear, worried about what I had gotten myself into. "Look at the woman in that mirror. Does she look like Mary Greenwood**, famous criminal defense lawyer?" I shook my head, still frightened.
"No? I wonder why not...that woman in the mirror is a slut, whore, fucktoy, pet, plaything. She is not powerful. No one obeys her. Her place is to serve. Do you understand?" I nodded, tears flowing freely down my rosy cheeks. He spun me around so I was staring at his chest. I couldn't bear to raise my head so he pulled my hair back so I'd be forced to look at him. "I don't think you do understand as you tried to play games with me. I am your LORD. Yet you call me by my name as if we're equals. You act like this meant nothing, as if all I did meant nothing to you. Were you just playing games then too?"
I shook my head, sobbing now. "This weekend was wonderful. Too wonderful. It would be so easy to become addicted to you. But I can't. Don't you see that? I'm not looking for commitment. I was only looking for fun...I can't be attached to someone who will interfere with my life, my job."
His eyes pored deep into mine. I didn't dare look away. "So that's what you're worried about? I can work with that. You are mine, princess. Whether you accept that now or later is up to you. I didn't plan this weekend on the hopes that I could see you this once or maybe every now and then. You belong to me. You have from the moment you walked into this room. Now I'm taking what's mine home with me."
I braced myself on the counter as he let go of me. He went off to the left and I could hear him moving things around, likely packing. I glanced behind to see myself in the mirror again. He was right. I was the image of a dirty slut, not a respectable woman. If I ever hoped to be her again, I knew I'd have one shot to get away or she'd never reappear. I took a deep breath and bolted to the door. I had gotten the sliding bolt undone when I was crushed against the door.
"I thought you might try to run which is why I wasn't really packing. I was preparing a few items instead." Cuffs were locked onto my wrists, though I'd tried to squirm away. The chain was long enough that I could keep my hands at my sides, but could move them no farther forward. He shoved a remote in front of me. "This will keep you in line. Look at me wrong or even think of escaping, I'll press a button sending a painful, yet harmless jolt into you. Don't think I won't use it. Now go sit on the bed while I pack."
With the cuffs on, I knew I had no choice but to obey. I sat on the edge of the bed, crying silent tears as he moved all about me. It was a quick clean up as he had been tediously neat throughout our play. No, it wasn't playing for him. I knew my old life was over. I steeled myself to obey and be meek until I could figure out a way to escape.
Soon enough he was pulling me along the hallway to his car. My large jacket was draped over my shoulders to hide the cuffs in case we ran into anyone. We went down a back staircase so we wouldn't have to pass the main desk. As he put me in the passenger seat, I noticed steel rings in various places. He locked each wrist cuff to a metal ring, making me helpless. It was almost dusk as he went back to settle the tab. I hoped to catch the attention of someone entering the hotel, but no one even bothered to look my way.
I was looking at my feet when he returned and buckled himself in. "Mary? Are you ignoring me Mary? Kitten!" I jumped, as slightly as I could with the restraints, and looked over to him in fear. "Well that was interesting. You ignore your own name, but you can't ignore the name I gave you. I think within the week, all thoughts of escaping will be out of that pretty little head of yours. To be replaced by your devotion and love to me..."
I shivered as I saw his wicked grin. I wanted to disagree, but it wasn't the thought of being shocked that stopped me. I feared he may be right. I looked down at the restraints. I hadn't bothered to even get out of them. Was my resistance already waning?
"In case you have some fanciful idea of being rescued, your car will be towed away within the hour. I have a friend waiting and ready to go. With one phone call, your previous life will be over." As he placed the call, I was lost in thought. I hadn't even thought of my car. There had been no false hope for me as this seemed too hopeless to think I might be saved. Only I could rescue myself now and I resigned myself to getting away as soon as I could risk it. I knew I would have a small window before his will replaced my own.
He drove for nearly two hours before we turned onto a dirt road. After driving for another ten minutes, we pulled up to a large and gorgeous Victorian style house. It wasn't an original, but a fine reproduction that spoke of wealth. He pressed a button on the garage opener and then pulled inside. He was out quickly to unlock me from the rings in the car, but he kept the cuffs on. Again, I was pulled by my arm and led through the house. I only got a brief first look, but the man was even wealthier than I had imagined. Antiques in pristine condition filled every room. I was led to what I gathered was the Master bedroom. It was large enough to be its own apartment.
I immediately noticed the large, metal dog cage at the foot of the bed. I knew I was going to be put in there and tried to get out of his grasp. I fell to the floor twitching and gasping as an electrical jolt pulsed through my body. I felt him removing the cuffs, but I couldn't move my muscles to try to fight again. He lifted me up and carried me to the cage. He put me in front of it and began to unlock the cage with a key from his key chain. He walked over to one of the nightstands and pulled out another set of cuffs, this time with no chain attached between them. With my eyes I was pleading with him as he locked each cuff on. They were lined with a soft fur and I would have enjoyed them immensely if not for the situation. He shuffled my body into the cage, back side up, as I was still unable to move. Before he closed the door, he locked my wrists to a metal ring soldered around one of the metal bars on the side of the cage. He placed a small pillow down for my head, then closed and locked the door.
He left the room them, leaving me to wait knowing I couldn't escape. I didn't bother trying to get out of the cuffs or cage. I knew this was not the time or place to fight. He returned about half an hour later and changed for the night. After a 'good night, sleep tight' and a soft chuckle to himself, the lights were off and he was in the large king sized bed I was in front of. Several hours later, after many silent, internal battles my last thought before I fell asleep was a prayer that this would all be a dream when I woke...and knowing it wouldn't be...
Well that's it for now! I may continue this story at a later point, as I'm becoming quite fond of Mary and Jeff. The reason for the asterisks (**) is that Mary Greenwood is a person I made up. Any resemblance to anyone living or deceased is accidental. I hope everyone enjoy their story and that the ending was quite different from what anyone would have guessed! :)
Some Wishful Thinking Part 2
The following continuation is pure fantasy...
Do you remember the first time you tasted his cum? I remember every savory flavor. Salty heaven. I can get lost in that memory, just as I did that day. But my blissful respite wouldn't last long...
"Up on the bed, face up, spread eagle." When I just looked at him still lost in the daze, he smirked. He grabbed me by my hair and growled those words this time right in my face. Snapped out of my haze, I scurried up onto the bed, following his commands. I saw him digging in his bag causing my heart to race. Out came two metal handcuffs which looked eerily real and two long straps. I laid frozen as he went to work on me. The two straps were used first. He pulled my left leg as far as to the edge as he could. On each end of the strap were cuffs, one which was attached to my ankle while the other went under the bed. When he moved to my right leg, I tried to move my left and could barely move it an inch. I could have tried to run at this point. Maybe I should have, but truthfully it never crossed my mind. The right leg was immobilized just as the left. On each wrist he closed down the metal cuffs and attached the other ends to the head board above my head.
"You can wiggle and try to get out of those cuffs as much as you like, but these are the type cops use. There is no escape now."
"I understand my Lord. I will not resist."
Grinning wide, "We'll see about that soon enough."
I watched him put the key on the desk, teasing me with it in the open and knowing it is too far out of reach. The predatory gleam had returned to his eyes, sending shivers through my body and causing my pussy to leak. I have no doubt he noticed the way I reacted to his gaze. Again he went to his bag and pulled out a decent sized bag filled with clothespins as well as a very large red ball gag. The gag went in first, stretching my mouth wider than I would have thought possible. He buckled it behind her head. I knew at that point he was going to make me scream, loudly, and didn't want to have to worry about keeping me quiet when it happened.
The clothespins were next. I figured they'd be put on the typical places. Breasts and pussy. I laugh looking back now as I was so naive and had no idea the depths of his darkness. He did start with my breasts, specifically on my nipples. One on each, then another was clamped onto the first ones. I gasped because of the burning sensation, though I doubt my Lord heard me. I know he was aware as my back arched off the bed, but he continued on like nothing happened. Soon both of my large breasts were covered in the clothespins. My mind was clouded by burning pain, having never experienced clothespins before. Yet he continued still. My pussy was next in his disastrous path. Two found my clit, one on top of the other. I screamed into the gag but not in pain. I squirted onto his hand as an orgasm was pulled out of me.
"Tsk, tsk. Cumming without permission. What a nasty little cunt. You'll be punished for that later." He shoved two fingers inside of me as he pinched the clothespins harder on my clit. Again I screamed as another orgasm washed over my spasming body. Pulling out of my soaking wet pussy, he continued with my torture, his delight. Soon my pussy was just as covered as my breasts, burning and aching, driving me wild. My Lord would occasionally flick random clothespins to watch me twitch and hear my muffled moans. In my mind, I thought things couldn't get worse. He couldn't go farther, right?
Man was I wrong! More clothespins were added, lining my thighs, calves, arms, and stomach. My body was covered until he ran out. I zoned out long before he finished, only distantly aware of the complete and constantly burning across my body. Feeling his hand brush hair out my face, I opened my eyes. Lust filled his and I knew he was loving every second of the pain he was inflicting on me. Unshed tears pooled in my eyes, but I still managed a small smile.
"Such a good girl. You did very well sweetheart. But there's a matter of unfinished business to take care of." Seeing my puzzled look he continued, "You have three punishable actions that I must amend. First at the diner, then you didn't obey one of my commands immediately, and finally two orgasms you had without my permission. While you're with me, you know I must give you permission first." He looked at the clothespins lining my body, "I was just going to remove them, but I think I can incorporate your punishment here." He moved off the bed to grab a heavy flogger from his bag. "This will remove them, much more painfully might I add. That will be your punishment. I will continue to flog you after they're all gone, as I had planned, but that is not part of your punishment. Do you understand?"
I nodded, helpless to stop him even if I wanted to. The first strike was the worst, as I had no idea what to expect. The pain was ten times worse as the clothespins came off, and the added pain of the flogger on such sensitive skin sent me into a frenzy. Through the gag, I begged, pleaded, and screamed at him to stop. He gave me a smile as if to say 'I told you so' and continued, ignoring my cries. He was a master with the flogger and saved my pussy and breasts for last. The ones on my clit and nipples, as they came off, pulled me into a powerful and intense rolling orgasm. I never thought it was going to end and I didn't know if I ever wanted it to.
Then my Lord began to steadily flog my sensitive and aching body. Moaning and thrashing in my bonds, I tried to escape, but I barely moved more than a few inches in any direction. As he flogged my breasts and pussy, I felt another orgasm coming upon me, one I couldn't stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he wanted me to cum without permission so he could torture me more. As that clicked, all resistance faded. He wanted to hurt me, wanted me to cum from it, so I'd surrender to his will. I lost count of all the orgasms, but the pain began to fade replaced by blissful pleasure. My eyes flew open, catching his attention. He later told me my eyes sparkled and glistened in such obvious pleasure. Stopping as my eyes began to glaze over, he tossed aside the flogger and grabbed the key for the cuffs. I barely even noticed him unlock my wrists and move my body so he could slip onto the bed behind me. He pulled me against his chest, cradling me in his arms.
Whispering words of pride, he stroked my hair and held me tight against him. As I faded off to a deep oblivion, I heard the word 'mine' and slept with a contented smile.
To be continued...
Do you remember the first time you tasted his cum? I remember every savory flavor. Salty heaven. I can get lost in that memory, just as I did that day. But my blissful respite wouldn't last long...
"Up on the bed, face up, spread eagle." When I just looked at him still lost in the daze, he smirked. He grabbed me by my hair and growled those words this time right in my face. Snapped out of my haze, I scurried up onto the bed, following his commands. I saw him digging in his bag causing my heart to race. Out came two metal handcuffs which looked eerily real and two long straps. I laid frozen as he went to work on me. The two straps were used first. He pulled my left leg as far as to the edge as he could. On each end of the strap were cuffs, one which was attached to my ankle while the other went under the bed. When he moved to my right leg, I tried to move my left and could barely move it an inch. I could have tried to run at this point. Maybe I should have, but truthfully it never crossed my mind. The right leg was immobilized just as the left. On each wrist he closed down the metal cuffs and attached the other ends to the head board above my head.
"You can wiggle and try to get out of those cuffs as much as you like, but these are the type cops use. There is no escape now."
"I understand my Lord. I will not resist."
Grinning wide, "We'll see about that soon enough."
I watched him put the key on the desk, teasing me with it in the open and knowing it is too far out of reach. The predatory gleam had returned to his eyes, sending shivers through my body and causing my pussy to leak. I have no doubt he noticed the way I reacted to his gaze. Again he went to his bag and pulled out a decent sized bag filled with clothespins as well as a very large red ball gag. The gag went in first, stretching my mouth wider than I would have thought possible. He buckled it behind her head. I knew at that point he was going to make me scream, loudly, and didn't want to have to worry about keeping me quiet when it happened.
The clothespins were next. I figured they'd be put on the typical places. Breasts and pussy. I laugh looking back now as I was so naive and had no idea the depths of his darkness. He did start with my breasts, specifically on my nipples. One on each, then another was clamped onto the first ones. I gasped because of the burning sensation, though I doubt my Lord heard me. I know he was aware as my back arched off the bed, but he continued on like nothing happened. Soon both of my large breasts were covered in the clothespins. My mind was clouded by burning pain, having never experienced clothespins before. Yet he continued still. My pussy was next in his disastrous path. Two found my clit, one on top of the other. I screamed into the gag but not in pain. I squirted onto his hand as an orgasm was pulled out of me.
"Tsk, tsk. Cumming without permission. What a nasty little cunt. You'll be punished for that later." He shoved two fingers inside of me as he pinched the clothespins harder on my clit. Again I screamed as another orgasm washed over my spasming body. Pulling out of my soaking wet pussy, he continued with my torture, his delight. Soon my pussy was just as covered as my breasts, burning and aching, driving me wild. My Lord would occasionally flick random clothespins to watch me twitch and hear my muffled moans. In my mind, I thought things couldn't get worse. He couldn't go farther, right?
Man was I wrong! More clothespins were added, lining my thighs, calves, arms, and stomach. My body was covered until he ran out. I zoned out long before he finished, only distantly aware of the complete and constantly burning across my body. Feeling his hand brush hair out my face, I opened my eyes. Lust filled his and I knew he was loving every second of the pain he was inflicting on me. Unshed tears pooled in my eyes, but I still managed a small smile.
"Such a good girl. You did very well sweetheart. But there's a matter of unfinished business to take care of." Seeing my puzzled look he continued, "You have three punishable actions that I must amend. First at the diner, then you didn't obey one of my commands immediately, and finally two orgasms you had without my permission. While you're with me, you know I must give you permission first." He looked at the clothespins lining my body, "I was just going to remove them, but I think I can incorporate your punishment here." He moved off the bed to grab a heavy flogger from his bag. "This will remove them, much more painfully might I add. That will be your punishment. I will continue to flog you after they're all gone, as I had planned, but that is not part of your punishment. Do you understand?"
I nodded, helpless to stop him even if I wanted to. The first strike was the worst, as I had no idea what to expect. The pain was ten times worse as the clothespins came off, and the added pain of the flogger on such sensitive skin sent me into a frenzy. Through the gag, I begged, pleaded, and screamed at him to stop. He gave me a smile as if to say 'I told you so' and continued, ignoring my cries. He was a master with the flogger and saved my pussy and breasts for last. The ones on my clit and nipples, as they came off, pulled me into a powerful and intense rolling orgasm. I never thought it was going to end and I didn't know if I ever wanted it to.
Then my Lord began to steadily flog my sensitive and aching body. Moaning and thrashing in my bonds, I tried to escape, but I barely moved more than a few inches in any direction. As he flogged my breasts and pussy, I felt another orgasm coming upon me, one I couldn't stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he wanted me to cum without permission so he could torture me more. As that clicked, all resistance faded. He wanted to hurt me, wanted me to cum from it, so I'd surrender to his will. I lost count of all the orgasms, but the pain began to fade replaced by blissful pleasure. My eyes flew open, catching his attention. He later told me my eyes sparkled and glistened in such obvious pleasure. Stopping as my eyes began to glaze over, he tossed aside the flogger and grabbed the key for the cuffs. I barely even noticed him unlock my wrists and move my body so he could slip onto the bed behind me. He pulled me against his chest, cradling me in his arms.
Whispering words of pride, he stroked my hair and held me tight against him. As I faded off to a deep oblivion, I heard the word 'mine' and slept with a contented smile.
To be continued...
Some Wishful Thinking
I'm writing a mini-series for here. It's a fun project for me to keep myself occupied (and horny). There's a bit of inspiration from other blog writers as well as my conversation yesterday with davefan0609. So thanks! ^_^ Hope y'all enjoy part 1 below!
The following is pure fantasy...
Everything changed that day. I'd been chatting with him online for several weeks. We decided to meet for lunch, casual with no strings or expectations. I was a little bit nervous, mainly excited. We clicked well in our chats online and I hoped we would have that same connection in person. We met at a local diner (having told him of my love for good diner food, he picked a great one) and sparks flew. We were both laughing in no time. Conversation flowed easily between us. I felt like I was meeting an old friend, not someone new. At one point, he took one of my hands in his, just holding and slightly stroking.
That little contact made it hard to breathe. I couldn't think, only stare at where our hands connection. "Kitten? Kitten!" I was startled out of my reverie. I looked up and saw his wide grin. Blushing and smiling shyly, I slipped my hand out of his. Oh no! Not a good move on my part! He made me regret that later on! But I'll get to that point soon enough.
When I next glanced at him, I saw the predatory gleam in his eyes. I knew if he got me alone for just a minute, I'd be lost to him. He walked me back to my car as we exited the diner and I turned to say good bye. He pushed me up against the car his face inches from mine. He asked, "Do you want me to kiss you?" I nodded. Ruefully he smiled, "Then say it." "Please..." Our lips met and I melted. His tongue pushed its way inside my mouth, his one hand wrapped in my hair and the other wrapped around my back holding me up. After a few minutes he pulled away from the kiss, leaving me feeling stranded. My hands clutched at him as he nuzzled my neck up to my ear.
Into my ear, he whispered, "Do you want me?"
"Yes"
"Do you need me?"
"Oh god yes..."
"Mmmm, I like the sound of that. Shall I be your god then?" I could only whimper and nod. Grinning like the cheshire cat, "Then you will address me only as "my Lord", understand my precious little kitten?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Good girl. Now get in your car and follow me." I didn't hesitate. I followed, not really knowing the area well. We stopped in front of a nice hotel. Nothing grand, but still very nice. I barely noticed any of it as he booked a room for the night. Was I really going to trust myself all night to basically a stranger? Seems so as I followed right behind him. I wasn't afraid of him and looking back now, I was right to trust my judgement. Suddenly he was putting the key card in the door. Had I zoned out that completely? As he held open the door, I finally noticed he had a bag in his other hand. I knew the moment I crossed that threshold, my fate was sealed. With a shy smile, I walked boldly into the room until I got to the center. A king sized bed was to my left. A TV and desk to my right. The bathroom behind me on the left. An average looking hotel room that could have been any hotel in any city, but it was special as I knew it was the beginning of the end of my life as I knew it.
The following is pure fantasy...
Everything changed that day. I'd been chatting with him online for several weeks. We decided to meet for lunch, casual with no strings or expectations. I was a little bit nervous, mainly excited. We clicked well in our chats online and I hoped we would have that same connection in person. We met at a local diner (having told him of my love for good diner food, he picked a great one) and sparks flew. We were both laughing in no time. Conversation flowed easily between us. I felt like I was meeting an old friend, not someone new. At one point, he took one of my hands in his, just holding and slightly stroking.
That little contact made it hard to breathe. I couldn't think, only stare at where our hands connection. "Kitten? Kitten!" I was startled out of my reverie. I looked up and saw his wide grin. Blushing and smiling shyly, I slipped my hand out of his. Oh no! Not a good move on my part! He made me regret that later on! But I'll get to that point soon enough.
When I next glanced at him, I saw the predatory gleam in his eyes. I knew if he got me alone for just a minute, I'd be lost to him. He walked me back to my car as we exited the diner and I turned to say good bye. He pushed me up against the car his face inches from mine. He asked, "Do you want me to kiss you?" I nodded. Ruefully he smiled, "Then say it." "Please..." Our lips met and I melted. His tongue pushed its way inside my mouth, his one hand wrapped in my hair and the other wrapped around my back holding me up. After a few minutes he pulled away from the kiss, leaving me feeling stranded. My hands clutched at him as he nuzzled my neck up to my ear.
Into my ear, he whispered, "Do you want me?"
"Yes"
"Do you need me?"
"Oh god yes..."
"Mmmm, I like the sound of that. Shall I be your god then?" I could only whimper and nod. Grinning like the cheshire cat, "Then you will address me only as "my Lord", understand my precious little kitten?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Good girl. Now get in your car and follow me." I didn't hesitate. I followed, not really knowing the area well. We stopped in front of a nice hotel. Nothing grand, but still very nice. I barely noticed any of it as he booked a room for the night. Was I really going to trust myself all night to basically a stranger? Seems so as I followed right behind him. I wasn't afraid of him and looking back now, I was right to trust my judgement. Suddenly he was putting the key card in the door. Had I zoned out that completely? As he held open the door, I finally noticed he had a bag in his other hand. I knew the moment I crossed that threshold, my fate was sealed. With a shy smile, I walked boldly into the room until I got to the center. A king sized bed was to my left. A TV and desk to my right. The bathroom behind me on the left. An average looking hotel room that could have been any hotel in any city, but it was special as I knew it was the beginning of the end of my life as I knew it.
*****
I was on my hands and knees, naked licking my Lord's boots clean. I had admitted to him a secret, long buried desire to be of service in such a manner. Apparently he wanted me to experience that right away. I was to polish his boots with my tongue and I'd only be done once they shined. My tongue pressed against the leather and I got lost in the experience. I was so focused on my task that I was startled when my Lord pulled me up by my hair to face him.
"You've pleased me, my sweet. I think I'll give you a bit of a reward..." He tossed me face down onto the bed so my legs were hanging off the edge. Pulling them apart, he pulled me back to him. I heard him unzipper his pants and knew what was coming next. My ass was going to get fucked and hard. I gasped as I felt something cold pressing against and into my back hole. I thought to myself, the lube must be my reward as I was warned I wouldn't be lubed up for him.
He groaned as he shoved his 8" cock deep into me. I pressed my face to the mattress to keep my crying out. He let me adjust around him for a minute, obviously enjoying my tightness and the involuntary contractions of my anal muscles. I wanted only to please him, so I focused on breathing to relax. When he began to move, I thought I would come right then and there! His cock sent shivers throughout my body with every thrust. I moaned and wiggled my hips. He smacked my ass with every thrust in. I couldn't help but push back against him. I wanted to feel him even deeper in me. He kept calling me dirty names like bitch, slut, whore and telling me what a filthy girl I am to let him fuck my ass. It took everything in me not to cum as I sunk further under his control, bathing in the degradation. He bent over, his cock rammed deep in me. Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me up. Into my ear he growled, "Beg for my cum, slut. Show me how filthy of a whore you are. NOW!"
"My Lord, I know I'm not worthy of your precious cum, but please allow me the honor to have yours deep inside of me. I am a filthy slut, commanded by your will. Let me prove my loyalty by being filled with your cum. Mark me as yours with your seed. Please my Lord!" Quickly he pulled out, flipping me over as he stroked his cock just above my face.
"Take my cock and be graced with my cum, my precious slut." I opened my mouth wide as he placed his cock on my tongue. I sucked and licked, taking his cock down my throat trying to give him the most amount of pleasure. I felt his cock begin to swell and moved the head to my tongue. His cum was slightly bitter and salty as it shot into my mouth and over my tongue. It tasted like pure heaven! I didn't dare swallow without his permission, even as he removed his cock. I left my mouth open so he could see how I was a good girl and hadn't swallowed. He stroked my hair. "Savor it princess. Then you may swallow. That is your reward."
To be continued...
"My Lord, I know I'm not worthy of your precious cum, but please allow me the honor to have yours deep inside of me. I am a filthy slut, commanded by your will. Let me prove my loyalty by being filled with your cum. Mark me as yours with your seed. Please my Lord!" Quickly he pulled out, flipping me over as he stroked his cock just above my face.
"Take my cock and be graced with my cum, my precious slut." I opened my mouth wide as he placed his cock on my tongue. I sucked and licked, taking his cock down my throat trying to give him the most amount of pleasure. I felt his cock begin to swell and moved the head to my tongue. His cum was slightly bitter and salty as it shot into my mouth and over my tongue. It tasted like pure heaven! I didn't dare swallow without his permission, even as he removed his cock. I left my mouth open so he could see how I was a good girl and hadn't swallowed. He stroked my hair. "Savor it princess. Then you may swallow. That is your reward."
To be continued...
Why Can't I Let Go
It's hard to forget you when I staring at your face
Can't put your picture down
Any more than I can lose this heart ache
Tried so hard to forget you
Tearing down all the dreams and plans we built
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
Wouldn't let that dazzling smile fool me
Knowing where we'd end up
Should have stayed away, leaving you with her
Instead of two broken hearts left in your wake
What went wrong with the things that used to be so right
Guess it doesn't matter now
I don't even want you anymore
So why are you haunting my dreams
Why can't I let go of this tragedy
Can't put your picture down
Any more than I can lose this heart ache
Tried so hard to forget you
Tearing down all the dreams and plans we built
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
Wouldn't let that dazzling smile fool me
Knowing where we'd end up
Should have stayed away, leaving you with her
Instead of two broken hearts left in your wake
What went wrong with the things that used to be so right
Guess it doesn't matter now
I don't even want you anymore
So why are you haunting my dreams
Why can't I let go of this tragedy
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Fear Play
Use my fears against me
make me shiver and cry in anticipation
Grasp them
bending them to your desires
Please
take me to that realm
Where fear is heightened
and I am free
fear
capture it
feed it
tame it
Expose my fears
play with them in your games
Bring them to the surface
torment me
Then shatter them completely
so I have no wall to hide behind
Only then am I content
in my submission to you
Monday, April 9, 2012
A Short Forever
How could this be, this forever
when you're already gone
Can't change my mind or
turn back time
The words that we've said
have burned us straight through us
Leaving their mark on tainted souls
I'm left here alone in the darkness
on my knees, my heart spilled on the floor
Trying to say I love you still
to be met with closed ears
As you turned from me
from the hours and miles and months
Walking away from our forever
when you're already gone
Can't change my mind or
turn back time
The words that we've said
have burned us straight through us
Leaving their mark on tainted souls
I'm left here alone in the darkness
on my knees, my heart spilled on the floor
Trying to say I love you still
to be met with closed ears
As you turned from me
from the hours and miles and months
Walking away from our forever
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Breaking Free
You rode in like a white knight bent on saving me
I couldn't see past the brilliant shine to the dark man hiding inside
Whispering all the words I so desperately wanted to hear
Wrapping me further in this fantasy
Claiming my mind with a fiery purpose of having me submit
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all too clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like a fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
You thought I was too weak to succeed on my own
Thinking I would fall to pieces without you leading the way
As you tore my heart and mind apart, shattering an innocence
Believing your games would win
When you left without a word or second glance
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all too clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like a fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
Does it surprise you I'm standing proudly
That I'm stronger than ever now that you're gone
I'm better than you deserved yet you'll never know
You couldn't see the woman who'd been to hell and back
Waiting in the shadows to reclaim my life
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all too clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like a fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
The smoke and mirrors don't hide your illusions
The mask shattered, the armor dulled
I'm strong enough to see you clearly now
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all the clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
I couldn't see past the brilliant shine to the dark man hiding inside
Whispering all the words I so desperately wanted to hear
Wrapping me further in this fantasy
Claiming my mind with a fiery purpose of having me submit
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all too clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like a fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
You thought I was too weak to succeed on my own
Thinking I would fall to pieces without you leading the way
As you tore my heart and mind apart, shattering an innocence
Believing your games would win
When you left without a word or second glance
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all too clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like a fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
Does it surprise you I'm standing proudly
That I'm stronger than ever now that you're gone
I'm better than you deserved yet you'll never know
You couldn't see the woman who'd been to hell and back
Waiting in the shadows to reclaim my life
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all too clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like a fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
The smoke and mirrors don't hide your illusions
The mask shattered, the armor dulled
I'm strong enough to see you clearly now
I wasn't strong enough to see you then
But I see all the clearly now
A magician with his tricks
Not truths, only smoke and mirrors
Throwing out the memories of a wrong loved shared
Feeling like fool for falling for you
I'm not your pawn, you can't hurt me anymore
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Moving On
When all is said and done
I'm better off without you
No matter how much it hurts
The tears have run dry
My heart's so cold
There's a hole inside you caused
When you left me on floor
You never understood me
Even as I opened my mind to you
All the lies you weaved
I can see clearly now
I'm better off without you
No matter how much it hurts
The tears have run dry
My heart's so cold
There's a hole inside you caused
When you left me on floor
You never understood me
Even as I opened my mind to you
All the lies you weaved
I can see clearly now
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Drowning
Spiraling out of control
down dark tunnels of fear
getting smaller the farther I sink
until I'm pressed in at all sides
Shaking and shivering as panic sets in
"God please don't let this be happening again!"
silent screams racing through my mind
trying desperately to break free
Knowing how to escape doesn't mean I will
Breathing in hard won freedom
looking over my shoulder
Sensing the faceless grin
biding its time waiting for me to slip
to pull me back down to that black hell
knowing one day it will win
down dark tunnels of fear
getting smaller the farther I sink
until I'm pressed in at all sides
Shaking and shivering as panic sets in
"God please don't let this be happening again!"
silent screams racing through my mind
trying desperately to break free
Knowing how to escape doesn't mean I will
focus breathe move
focus fight distract
reach there you go
fight the fear
crawl don't stop!
Breathing in hard won freedom
looking over my shoulder
Sensing the faceless grin
biding its time waiting for me to slip
to pull me back down to that black hell
knowing one day it will win
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Not So Easily Fooled
You took me for a fool
spinning such pretty lies
Trying to pull me deep
under your spell
I saw through the facade
seeing the pitiful man
You try to hide
behind a painted mask
The darkness is inviting
not your tricks with mirrors
You've forgotten the light
that's needed to grow
Thanks, but no thanks
don't need your illusions
I'll find my own way
to my salvation
spinning such pretty lies
Trying to pull me deep
under your spell
I saw through the facade
seeing the pitiful man
You try to hide
behind a painted mask
The darkness is inviting
not your tricks with mirrors
You've forgotten the light
that's needed to grow
Thanks, but no thanks
don't need your illusions
I'll find my own way
to my salvation
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