I felt him removing the bonds from my ankles and thighs. I felt a sob rolling up from my chest and I didn’t bother to contain it. A tear fell to the floor and it was then he noticed me crying.
“Hey now,” he murmured, moving close to my face, putting his hands in my hair smoothing it away from my cheeks.
“Shh, don’t cry, Precious! I know how you must be feeling right now, but trust me, that was so natural and so extremely beautiful,” he whispered as cupped my face, turning my head so that I’d look at him.
I didn’t want to look at him. I felt shameful of what had just happened between us. As amazing as the feeling was, the euphoria, the standing still orgasm that took my mind into an ecstatically numbing state of pure lust, somehow now seemed very wrong. My watery eyes met with his and the expression on my face should have told him everything he needed to know.
He brushed his finger down my cheek as a tear fell from the corner of my eye. I didn’t wish to see the expression in his eyes but what choice did I have unless I shut mine. So I did.
“Misty, please don’t feel guilty about this.” He stroked my hair softly. “Don’t see this as a bad thing, it’s truly not. Take a look at nature and what it looks like when some animals are mating. It can look very aggressive and offensive sometimes yet it was how they were meant to be. I agree that what just took place was indeed very primal and full of lust. You can’t tell me that once those eyes glazed over and your focus kept drawing in and out as if you were in some sort of trance that you regret knowing just how pleasurable that part of the experience really was can you?”
It was like he was pleading with me. I opened my eyes and looked at him warily. I shook my head just ever so slightly and then closed my eyes again letting my neck and head go limp. He petted my hair so softly for just a moment and then took the cuffs off my wrists.
“We really need to clean you up a bit before bed.”
He was gentle about taking off the cuffs and when he set the last one down, he helped me sit up. I felt completely drunk, like I couldn’t move if I wanted to. He tucked one arm under my legs and wrapped the other one around my back and picked me up. I put my arm around his neck and laid my head into his chest and closed my eyes.
He carried me into the bathroom and ran me a warm bath. He tied my hair up while the bath filled. I just mostly lay there still in a half numbed state of mind. He didn’t completely bath me as he had earlier but he washed away the stickiness along with the filth of our excursion.
When he was done he wrapped me up in a big towel and carried me into his bedroom. I didn’t even care to look around much and it was very dark. He turned on a small lamp on the opposite side of the bed. I would have preferred the darkness.
“I’m going to get something to drink, I’ll be right back.” He said softly, as he kissed my forehead.
He came back with a couple bottles of water. He asked me to please drink something. I took the bottle from him as I sat up enough to drink it. The water was cold as it hit my stomach. I propped myself up against the wooden headboard and sipped at the water as he got into the bed. He pulled me close to him and held me.
“Would you like to sleep in here tonight, with me?” he asked into my hair.
I nodded my head and snuggled into his arms. I didn’t want to talk or listen to him explain how natural and beautiful what we did was. I just wanted to close my eyes and get lost in deep, unshakable sleep.
Chapter 9: Day Three… Ten a.m.
The sun shone brightly through the curtains aside and I rolled over pulling the spread over my head. I noticed the red numbers on the digital clock, ten oh four. Day three, I was waking up in a strange new bed, lying under the covers wondering where he was. The door to the room was closed as I peeked from under the covers.
I could hear the television on in the other room and I rolled back over and pulled the blanket from my eyes. I really needed to pee, but I also wanted some alone time to just think too.
Oh, my ass was so damn sore.
A loud gurgle filled the room. Great and now my stomach was growling too. I sat up a little and leaned back against the headboard with my hands wrapped across my stomach as if that would quiet the grumbling noises.
It’s day three, I thought again, and if he is true to his word, I go home today. I smiled squeezing my thighs together trying to prolong the inevitable, which of course was useless.
I got up and slowly cracked open the door, trying to peek to see where he was. I could hear him talking but couldn’t see him. I listened at the door for moment and it sounded like he was on the phone. I swung the door the rest of the way open and walked out.
His face beamed when he saw me and I heard him tell the person he was talking too he had to go, and so did I. I walked past the kitchen to the bathroom, only half returning his smile.
Everything between my thighs was puffy and swollen as I dabbed myself dry. I stood up and looked in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess and there was sleep in the corners of my eyes. I cleaned up my face a little and brushed out my hair. I thought about running a shower but my stomach lurched again and I really just wanted something to eat and drink.
He was seated at the kitchen table as I walked back down the hallway.
“Hey, where do those arms belong, princess?”
I paused for a moment and gave him a look that said, really? I sighed, and brushed my hair to my back and put my hands behind my head.
“Very nice… thank you. Come have a seat at the table, I ordered you a tray, although it’s probably very cold by now, you are such a sleepy head.”
I sat down and he pushed the breakfast tray over in my direction. I kept my hands behind my head until he gave me permission to put them down and help myself to whatever pleased me on the tray. My first choice was the orange juice and then the toast. I wasn’t going to eat the cold eggs or bacon but they did still smell good.
“Did you sleep well, precious?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, setting the crust of the toast back on the plate.
“How do you feel this morning?”
How did I feel this morning? “Very sore Sir, like my body was drug through a meat grinder,” I said. My voice sounded a little horse.
I saw the amusement in his eyes as he pulled his chair up to the table a little closer. I took a lemon poppy seed muffin from the tray and started to pick at it slowly.
“It’s day three, Princess. This is the day you make your big decision, you know. I think we should talk about that.”
I finished the orange juice and set the glass on the tray and then looked at him.
“I know that a great deal has happened to you since you left work last Thursday evening. The impact of such rigor and the way you got to be here probably still has your head swimming no doubt. I was hoping you might share with me how you are feeling about everything that has taken place?”
“Well I was thinking whether or not I should put this experience in my diary, Sir. But I don’t think this is an event in my life I want my children reading someday,” I said dryly.
He laughed reaching over and softly caressed my hand. “Yet it’s not one that you will soon forget either, is it?”
“No, Sir.” I looked at the crystallized sugar on the muffin.
“I’d like to explain my offer to you in more detail but before I do I want you to relate your feelings on how all of this has affected you.”
What? Was he suddenly some kind of shrink? Or writing a book? “I’m still trying to sort that out myself, Sir.”
“I can understand that Misty, but please try to relate where you are at in that process. I know you have thoughts in that pretty head of yours, all I am asking is that you share them.”
I sighed, why does he want to talk so much all the time? I was used to getting up in the mornings, eating breakfast and reading a chapter or two in my current book before I showered. He wants to talk? Fine, I have questions too.
“You said last night at dinner that most of the women here thi
s week were here of their own free will, that I might be the only one here that didn’t check in willing. Why did you kidnap me? I mean I understand the whole had you asked me I would not have come, but why me? Why against my will? I am sure you could have found a willing participant couldn’t you?”
“Ah, yes, I had a feeling you might ask that. Yes, there are many women into the BDSM lifestyle. I could have found a nice young woman more than willing to spend the week here with me. However, I honestly did not want a woman who knows what she wants from a dominant man.
“I wanted the thrill of first times you might say. I wanted a young woman who had never been exposed to this lifestyle and to introduce her to it. I wanted the unscathed mind so to speak, a virgin to the other side of life. I very much wanted that euphoria of watching a woman submit who has never done so before. Not because she was curious about the lifestyle and it was her first time, but rather that she submit through an unwanted discovery of herself.
“I guess I wanted the prideful feeling of teaching her something and then seeing what she does with the discovery. I know that what I did was illegal and wrong but there really wasn’t any other way. And as you sit here today, you are unchained and free to make your own choice as to whether or not you want to implore more of this side of life or simply walk away from it, never looking back.
“I realize too, that there is some risk that you could leave and call the police and give them my description but I live so far away from here there is little chance they would ever find me based on only a description. It was my hope from the start that no matter which way your decision went you would not see me as a villain in need of capture to right the wrong. I hope that you might wake up tomorrow in your own bed and have no real animosity for me, but rather just memories.”
His look was honest and his smile natural and gentle on his face. I actually did understand what he was saying and it was true I really did not feel the animosity I thought I should be feeling for him. I had already decided yesterday that no matter what happened there would be no need to share these events with the police or anyone else I knew for that matter.
I found it so ironic that Friday I literately hated this man and now, only three days later I enjoyed his company. I was fascinated by what he had been capable of doing to me. Part of me really did wish to learn more and the other part of me just wanted to go home.
“It is not my intentions to call the police, Sir. I actually find you to be a very noble man. You have indeed kept your word, thus far. The emotional roller coaster has certainly been a ride but I have to admit if even to myself. I have none the less learned something about myself that would never have taken place any other way.”
His face beamed with joy as he wrapped his hand around mine. He pulled it up close to his lips and kissed it softly and thanked me. He didn’t let go of my hand as he got up suggesting we go sit in the recliner, that it would be more comfortable. I think he just wanted a reason to have me sitting in his lap so he could touch me and play with my nipples.
There seemed something a little indifferent about him today. Maybe it was just his relief of knowing that I wasn’t going to tell anyone about this. I don’t know but there was something new in his eyes and the way he looked at me. It made me feel comfortable and at ease with him.
“Would you mind explaining what you have learned about yourself and how you feel about knowing it now?” He spoke softly and stroked my hair.
“I have learned, Sir, not to underestimate my vulnerabilities. I have learned that there are in fact two sides to every coin and that both can be pleasurable. I have learned that first impressions can literately change in the blink of an eye, and that some things need to be experienced in order to understand them better.
“I feel that I have experienced what you intended to show me although not in full detail. I feel as though the initial fear I had of you Thursday and Friday was only a threshold. Only once I got past the fear, I could then allow my mind and body to open up to that which I formerly opposed.
“I found a freedom within myself I never knew existed. I feel as though something inside of me has changed and that I am not the same barmaid I was when you found me. I feel an excitement in my soul and I will honestly cherish this experience with you, even though I really have little knowledge about whom you are. I don’t even know your name Sir, yet I feel a compassion towards you now, that you are friend rather than foe, yet I contemplate the why and how of that happening.”
He squeezed me tightly around the middle and buried his face in my hair. His breathing sounded just a little bit uneven as he held me. He kissed the back of my neck softly as he loosened his arms from around me, and turned me so that he could he could look at my face better and I saw a tear brimming in his eye.
He caressed my face softly and then put his hand behind my neck and pulled my face towards his. He kissed me so meaningfully. There was no passion or flair to the way he consumed my lips but rather, warmth and kindness. His breath shuddered as he pulled his lips from mine and I noticed this was probably the first time he kissed me with his eyes closed.
“Misty, you have by far exceeded anything I had ever imagined when I decided to follow through with this scheme of mine. Believe me when I say I feel remorse for having held you at knifepoint and dragging you down that alley. I wanted to teach you something about yourself and show you the darker desires to passion, pain and pleasure. And in doing so, it was I who learned something as well.”
His fingers were a little shaky as he ran them through my hair near my face, and then lowered his index finger to trace the outline of my bottom lip. His eyes were fixated on his finger as though he were scared of looking up into my eyes. I brought my hand up and caressed the side of his face and felt his tear roll over my fingertip.
He placed his hand over mine and held it to his face for a moment and then kissed it tenderly before looking into my eyes. There were unspoken words in his eyes as he looked at me and I wanted to believe I knew what they meant. Just when I was about to interrupt the moment of serene silence he put his fingers to my lips and hushed me.
“Let me finish explaining something first. It was not my intentions to become so attached to you, Precious. My goal was achieved before dinner last night, when I knew you trusted me, when I knew that you would walk at my side without bonds because you wanted to and not because I forced you. I was overjoyed in knowing that after dinner you would willingly give yourself to me again. What I did not expect was what happened when you did.
“Misty,” he paused for a moment, as if searching for just the right words. “I have never felt what I felt last night before. I saw what you experienced in that mirror and soon after those sexy eyes of yours glazed over you pulled part of me completely inside of you and I’m not talking fleshly parts. The impact of hearing you screams those words... I think it was ‘fuck you’?” He smirked trying to look bemusing.
I wiggled into the crook of his arm and ran my hand softly down the front of his chest as he repainted his excitement. He started to unbutton his shirt as he went on.
“In that moment, when you yelled that, I instantly lost control. I have never gotten or seen a reaction from a woman like that before. Please don’t take that to be bad either, in fact quite the contrary. You’re body moved very well despite the bonds that held you. It was like something deep within you came out and you had no need or desire to ask my permission for anything.
“The way you held onto that climax was enthralling. That was when you started thrusting back and that little ass of yours became determined to keep my cock in it. At that point I was no longer fucking you but rather you were the one fucking me and I couldn’t have pulled away from you had I wanted. In short, I was not the one giving, you were the one taking, and quite demandingly might I add.”
Maybe that is why I felt so guilty after-wards yet it was unintentional and involuntary. I did not mean to act the way I did nor did I understand it as it happened. It was like something inside of me really
did take over and all I could do was watch as it happened in that mirror.
My hands had found a way to wrap into those chains and use them as leverage, while using every other unrestrained muscle in my body to thrust myself back at him in some urgent and demanding need. My body bucked wildly and the veins in my neck turned blue and popped out as I strained to consume and devour his cock. My body had felt electrified and there was nothing I could do to pull the plug until something exploded.
I softly traced one of his now exposed nipples while he continued talking.
“That’s never happened to me before. For once I was the one being taken…. sort of. As you sprayed my balls with that hypnotic everlasting orgasm I erupted in you harder than I ever have in my life. I really cannot tell you how utterly amazing that was. I don’t know whether to just thank you or beg for more,” he finally admitted, grinning sheepishly.
“Sir, let me assure you, it was not my intentions to become so violent, and I certainly did not feel like the one in control. It was all I could do to watch what was happening in that mirror. The more my eyes tried to look away the more powerful the feelings, sensations and actions became. It was like my body was possessed during that orgasm. I am actually sorry I did that.”
“Misty, I know that all of this for you is series of first events in your life, and all of them inducted by me for that matter. I have been in this lifestyle for almost 20 years and what happened last night was a most unexpected first for me. I can’t begin to tell you the feelings I have after sharing that with you. I want to be so close to you right now it’s unbelievable. I could sit here the rest of the day and just hold you, look at you and touch you. This part of my scheme I didn’t count on happening.” His voice took on a note of sadness as he ended his words.
Suddenly I felt awkward and I realized why. He was feeling giddy about having lost control himself. Was he on that euphoric high like I was in the shower yesterday? Was that the difference between dominance and submission? Was I starting to understand what drew people into what he called this lifestyle? More importantly, was it really okay to live this way and not feel guilty?
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