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! :)
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