"You took, John," she said softly. "If you had only been just a bit more patient..."
"Sara. I..."
Her fingers found his lips. "It is my turn, John," she said. "I may not be able to make you scream in pain," she continued, her matter of fact tone made him flinch. "But I can take." She paused for a long time. "Maybe that will be enough."
He felt her hands on his body again. Her fingers roamed over him, exploring him, "seeing" him. And arousing him. She eventually slid her hand down his chest, over his stomach, to his groin. He moaned softly. Her hands were soft and warm. And arousing. Her fingers trailed along his inner thighs, making him quiver with need. He could feel the heat pulsing in his engorged penis. Her warm hands found his testicles. He groaned as she caressed them. His hips moved toward her touch. Her grip slowly tightened. He was panting. Her grip was uncomfortable now. Did she realize that she COULD make him scream? If her hands closed tighter...
John pushed his hips higher to her touch. He wanted to scream for her. To make that his apology. Would she...?
Sara seemed to realize how tender the flesh in her hands actually was. She clenched her hands.
John's back arched. A shrill, keening scream was torn from him. And his penis swelled harder, thicker. He felt a release. He was giving her his pain. His apology. He was sobbing softly when she loosened her grip. He barely felt the tickle of her hair on his skin as she leaned down to kiss the flesh she had just abused. Her warm breath finally registered. Her tongue traveled slowly over the hurting flesh in her hand. He moaned. Now he could feel her warm skin against him. She kissed and licked his testicles, replacing the pain with the heat of arousal. She caressed his massive penis. Oh god! Would she mount him now? Her body slid along his. He felt her moving up, up. He could smell her now. Woman. He felt the heat of her just before he felt her labia against his lips. He licked, tasting her. He felt the heat of her on his tongue. He licked again, his tongue teasing her, caressing her.
John heard her breathing quicken as her arousal grew. His tongue darted into her, delving into her tight heat. His hands were clenching in frustration. He wanted to touch her. He heard her soft moan just before her orgasm began. Moaning, he sucked at her, trying to drink as deeply as possible from her. She was finally still, kneeling over him. After a few moments, she moved off of him. He groaned. He needed her! His erection was painful now, hard and throbbing. Feathery touches made it jerk. Now! Surely she would mount him now! He could feel her sitting next to him.
"I should leave you like this, John," she said quietly, a little breathless, still stroking his massive penis. "I should untie you and have you leave."
"Please, Sara!" he groaned, "...nooo..."
She had his testicles in her hands again, gently squeezing, stimulating him even more.
"No, John?"
"Please," he moaned, "anything...just don't deny me!"
"Shall I make you scream again?" Sara heard his sharp intake of breath.
John was still for only a second. Then he pushed his hips to her touch. "Anything, Sara," he whispered. He expected pain. Instead, her hands left him. He sagged in defeat. Then he felt her straddle him, taking his burning erection in her hands. Slowly, she slid onto him, allowing his massive shaft to penetrate her tight, wet, heat. It was torture. He wanted to thrust into her, bury himself in her with a single, savage lunge. He was panting, his body trembling as she slowly took him into her body. He heard her sigh as the last inch penetrated.
Sara sat completely still. Then she began rocking slowly, occasionally grinding her hips, using him for her pleasure. And he wanted her to go on and on as he slowly lost himself in her. Her hands caressed his chest as she moved on him. A sudden hiss, her nails dug into his flesh, and her orgasm caressed his steely shaft. He held still, straining his hips up to her, moaning softly as her body convulsed around him. Somehow, he managed to control his need to spill his seed into her.
"Sara..." he moaned, "...please..."
"Please, what, John?" she asked with soft breathlessness.
"Please...may I cum...?"
Sara was silent, her body still moving on him. "Yes, John," she murmured, "cum for me." His hips thrust up hard again and again until she whimpered and again dissolved in orgasm. This time, he joined her, pulsing hotly deep into her. With a sigh, she collapsed on him, twitching and quivering. He felt her heartbeat slow as she recovered. She lay still on him, her head nestled on his shoulder. His penis softened, slowly slipping from her body.
John lay wondering what he had just done. He had never begged for an orgasm in his life. But he had begged Sara. And he would have taken the pain of her squeezing his testicles again if that was what she wanted. He felt her breath on his skin. She still lay with him, her hands soothing his body. Slowly he relaxed, focusing more and more on her touch. Finally the caresses slowed and stilled. He felt her move away. He felt her hands on the blindfold.
"Keep your eyes closed when I take this off, John," she said. "Open them slowly. There is a light on." He obeyed, closing his eyes as she removed the blindfold. Carefully, he began to open his eyes. The light seemed very bright at first, but dimmed as he grew accustomed to it. Sara was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing him. John remained quiet waiting. He looked into Sara's sightless eyes. She seemed a bit puzzled. Then she shook herself like a large cat. John inhaled deeply as her breasts quivered. Sara reached up and untied his wrist. She ran her hand along the headboard to the other wrist. Her breasts brushed his lips as she unfastened the other wrist. She felt his breath on her skin. It took all of his will not to taste the flesh against his lips. Sara sat back. John could see a faint expression of surprise on her face as she moved away from him. She gestured to his ankles. John sat up, then stretched to untie his ankles. He watched as Sara stood up, paused for a moment, then walked unerringly into her bathroom and closed the door.
John heard the shower as he gathered his clothes and slowly dressed. Sara finished her shower quickly and emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, the rest of her nude. John moaned softly. Her nakedness went straight to his groin. He was swelling again.
Sara ignored him as she dried her hair. John stepped hesitantly toward her. Sara sat at her dressing table, carefully drying her hair. She let the towel drop into her lap. She was reaching for her hairbrush when John gently touched her wrist.
"May I?" he asked. Sara tilted her head. Then she pulled her hand back and nodded. John picked up her hairbrush and began to brush the tangles from her hair. He was careful. He brushed each small section of her hair until it was completely free of tangles. Then he went to the next section. He was finally brushing her hair in long, sensual strokes. He smiled when she sighed with pleasure as the brush slid through her hair. John leaned forward and replaced her hairbrush exactly where it had been.
"What do want of me, John?" she asked quietly.
John took a few moments to gather his thoughts. "I...know now that I took something from you, Sara," he said softly. "I took your independence." He sighed. "I never stopped to think, Sara," he said. "I didn't know how much it would hurt you." She heard him move away. "I...I hope I gave some of that back to you," he said, his voice sad.
Sara heard a soft whisper of sound. Then she felt John's head in her lap. "Take from me, Sara," he whispered, "please!" Her hands moved to his head.
"What can I take from you, John?" she asked. She felt his sigh.
"Take my arrogance and my pride, Sara," he murmured. "It only hurts you when I keep it."
Her fingers brushed the collar of his shirt. "What do you want of me, John?"
"I...I..." she felt him tremble. Her fingers moved over his face. "Take me, Sara," he moaned, "keep me."
"Strip."
John flinched at the sudden command. Then he hurriedly removed his clothes and knelt beside her, leaning against her leg. She reached her out, her hand finding his shoulder then sliding to his neck and up to his cheek. Her hand fisted in his hair, pulling. A soft grunt as the sharp tug
hurt briefly. Then he sighed and leaned to her touch.
"Never again, John," she said softly, "will you take." She felt him tremble against her leg.
"No," he murmured, "no, my treasure." She heard the catch in his voice as he called her that again. For the first time since she allowed him to return to her, Sara smiled.
"Treasure?" she asked. She felt a soft touch of his lips on her knee.
"When you were pushed into my arms," he replied, "and you didn't flinch. I knew that you are a treasure beyond price." Her hand now caressed his hair. She felt his sigh against her knee. "You couldn't see me but you weren't afraid of me," he continued. "When I..." Sara heard him swallow hard. "When I took from you," he whispered hoarsely, "even then you didn't fear me." He remained leaning against her. "I am arrogant, Sara," he said softly. "I have too much pride."
Sara felt him tremble again. Her fingers tightened in his hair. "Then I shall have to...help...you control it, won't I?"
John looked up at her, his eyes gleaming. "Yes, my treasure," he whispered.
Sara smiled and pulled him up by his hair. Her kiss was possession and promise.
Surprise
We met on the Internet about six months ago, and we have continued talking every day since then. We talk on the computer and the phone. I am ecstatic to meet you in person. Your voice fills me with longing. You have become very important to me since we began our online romance. I have presented myself to you. This weekend, you will officially make me your slave. I want to serve you body, mind, heart and soul. I am certain you will provide my body the sweet torture it needs. I know you insist upon complete obedience from me. I am prepared to surrender all that I am to you.
Since this is our first visit, I am incredibly nervous. I am anxiety-ridden that I won't meet your expectations of a good slave. I am apprehensive of the bondage and discipline you will show me. I do trust you, but this is all so new to me.
You have given me detailed instructions about how to get to your cabin at Mt. Rainier. You told me exactly how to dress. It is fall and the air is crisp as I drive to meet you. You have instructed me to wear a black, short shirt with no panties underneath, a black garter belt and sheer black stockings. I am wearing black, knee-high leather boots with four-inch heels. My blouse is red plaid with delicate buttons all the way down the front. I have it unbuttoned about two thirds of the way down and my black, push-up lace bra is exposing my ample tits for all to see. I have already stopped on my journey twice as you asked me to do. Once, I stopped to get gas at a service station outside of Seattle. I chuckled to myself as the man inside stared appreciatively at my chest and whistled as I walked slowly back to my car. My pussy got wet thinking about how well I followed your orders. My next stop was for an early lunch in Tacoma. I made sure the man at the coffee shop counter got a good view as I bent over to pick up my purse from the floor before I left.
After lunch, I got back into my little car and continued driving through Tacoma and up into the mountains. You told me to turn right off the main mountain road at the second stop sign, and then turn right at the fourth stop sign. You said to stop at the small roadside cafe a mile down the road to use the phone. Your cabin is difficult to find and you said you would meet me there after I called.
I was excited to be close to you as I bolted out of my car and hurried to the payphone. I noticed that the cafe was closed and looked like it had been for some time. The phone was isolated a bit from the road and this made me slightly nervous. I was standing at the phone searching for change in my purse when a hand went over my nose and mouth. I tried to scream but no sound came out. I felt my body pushed forward into the payphone and I was terrified.
I heard a menacing voice in my ear say, "Listen bitch, just do what I say and I'll let you live! Ya hear?"
I nodded my head, as I was unable to speak through the man's hand. The man shoved what felt like a rubber ball into my mouth and he slipped something over my head so I couldn't see anything. I felt him snatch the car keys from my hand and begin to drag me beside him. I correctly assumed he was putting me in the passenger seat of my car. I heard him get in and start my car and pull away at a high speed.
Tears were streaming down my face. "Oh God, " I thought. "How can this be happening? I was on my way to meet you, my beloved Master, and now this? Is this man going to kill me? Rape me?"
I wanted to plead with him to let me go but I couldn't speak a word. The car came to a jerk and stopped. I heard him get out and quickly, he opened my door.
"Get out!"
I hesitated for a moment and he grabbed my hair through the hood on my head and dragged me out of my car. I heard him shut my car door and he continued to drag me away. The noises I was making around the object in my mouth evidently annoyed him because he stopped and grabbed me by the throat and said,
"Shut up!"
I felt him pull me down a hill and for a moment, we both lost our footing. I recovered first and tried to escape my attacker. I tried to pull the hood off my head so I could see but it wouldn't come off. I began to run blindly into what appeared to be forest but stumbled due to the boots I was wearing. I could hear him behind me swearing and stumbling. Suddenly, I was crushed to the ground by his body weight. I knew then I would pay for what I had done. I only hoped he wouldn't hurt me or kill me.
Chapter 2
My attacker laughed in my ear and muttered in a low growl, "You didn't think that would work did you?"
I remained silent and tears streamed down my face as I thought of you. How I wished I were in your arms right now instead of held to the ground by this madman.
The force of being knocked to the ground had dislodged the object in my mouth and I begged him to stop. "Please let me go," I cried. "My Master awaits me."
He only grunted and laughed at me.
I could feel my short skirt around my waist and realized I was exposing myself to him. I began to struggle again only to feel him push his knee into my pussy. He was very strong and I was tiring from the encounter. I heard a click and knew from growing up with men who hunt that it was a knife.
I sucked in my breath and said, "Please don't hurt me. I'll stop fighting you. Just don't hurt me."
He slowly pulled the sharp knife across my lower stomach along the line of my garter belt. He didn't cut me but I was terrified he would. I could hear him utter a slow moan of pleasure at this and knew what his intent was. I held very, very still and tried not to breathe. I felt him point the tip of the knife on my mound. Then, I heard him unfastening his pants and them dropping to the ground. I still silently cried but remained still so as not to enrage him further. He knew he had broken me and removed the knife. I was sure that it wouldn't be far away. He aggressively grabbed my hands and tied them together with some rope, which he tied to something above my head. I hung there without any resistance, my breath coming in low sobs. He ripped off my skirt and my blouse and left me totally naked except for the hood on my head, black lace bra and my garter belt and stockings. I felt his knife come between my breasts and cut my bra off in one swift movement. I could hear him walking around me examining me. I heard his breath becoming ragged. The noises I heard next I could not distinguish and I was insane with fear. All at once, I felt an violent sting across my ass and I jumped. His hand pushed down immovably on my shoulder and I felt another blow. He was using a switch on me. Each blow was more brutal than the previous one. I was screaming by now. I didn't care if he killed me.
His sharp assaults on my body continued for what felt like hours and I once again weakened. I fought no more and only hung limply from the rope.
He saw my resistance was gone and grunted satisfaction. I heard him cut the rope and I fell to the leaf covered ground. I was motionless and exhausted. I felt him converge upon me and push me onto my stomach. He raised my hips a bit and gave my ass another hard slap with his hand. I didn't even move.
I knew he was going to rape me. I didn't even care. I just hoped he would leave me here in the woods when he was done,
so I could die.
I felt his gigantic cock enter me very rapidly and with much power. I was revolted at the realization that I was wet and he slid in easily. I drew in my breath and I felt queasy thinking of another man other than you inside me but I held still. I would not give this man the satisfaction of any movement. He began driving his penis into me at breakneck speed, slapping my ass repeatedly every few seconds. I heard him grunting and groaning and was sickened. I felt my pussy getting wetter and cursed my body for responding to this vile man.
It felt as though he raped me for hours when he suddenly pulled out of me and I felt much relief. That soon changed however when I felt his cock pushing against the entrance of my asshole. I prayed he would not do this to me. I had never had anal sex and I wanted you to be the first. This man, however, had other plans for me. He pushed his cock in my ass slowly at first. I gasped at the new sensation I felt and tightened my asshole.
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