She has been working since early that morning before the sun peaked through the skies and now the moon has shown it’s glow upon the city streets. It must of rained she thought to herself as she made her way through the now almost vacant parking garage. For there was an Erie dampness lingering in the air that sent a chill down her spine. She shook the feeling and kept on her path to her car, however in her semi comatose state she did not noticed the all black excursion parked next to her car. Next she felt a prick and everything went black. 

She had never been so scared in her whole life as she was at this very moment. She could hear but not see, feel but not move. Something was holding her down preventing her ability to move from her current location. As she tired to calm her thoughts to analyze what was happening she felt the mattress beneath her and soft fabric tightly grasping her wrists and ankles. But there was a heaviness to the restraints. As she pulled against them she heard a faint clank alerting her that it was some type of metal. Her breathing quickened and she almost lost her controlled state. Then she tired moving her feet and to the same no avail she was meet with resistance.  But at the same time she felt a twinge of excitement.  This shocked her to her core as she tried to rationalize these desires. To find pleasure in being unable to fear herself, at the mercy of the unknown. She is interrupted from her thoughts by foot steps. She searched for what she heard but of course she could not see. No words were spoken and they never announced their presence but she felt them deep within. Fear and anticipation flowed through her veins. Then an emptiness. Just as quietly as they came they were gone. It seemed to her like hours had passed before she heard the footsteps again but in reality only a few minutes had passed. 

This time a voice accompanied the footsteps.  A controlled, deep whisper with a tainted accent. “Shhh….he says” . She wants to scream but is unable too. She has been fitted with a ball gag  preventing her voice from being heard. He continues his poetic torture of his words upon her ears and she is helpless to do nothing else but listen. I have been watching you for so long but I feared your rejection.  You are amazing, beautiful but all you see are the broken parts. I see a beautifully designed and crafted women who deserves pleasure but who also craves a stern hand. You need the ability to relinquish the control you have to have throughout your day to your Master. To kneel before your Master who knows your every dirty little desire. You long to be used by your master in both pain and pleasure. You want your thoughts fucked as badly as your body. You desire to be called my pet or for someone to say good girl and actually mean it. As he spoke her breaths became heavy and tears left her eyes as ahe was forced to lay there and have someone put in words what she has always known. Yes she wanted a King, her King the one who would always protect her from harm, the one who would treasure her above everyone else. The one who would ride for her without question and who in return would receive her submission. To seek comfort in kneeling before him, to know I fulfill his every desire. To wear his collar. She knew all of these things and so much more but she was not ready to admit them and definitely not under these circumstances.  Her emotions have turned to rage with the realization that this man is doing this to her and she struggles against the restraints and he laughs. A laugh that pisses her off even more. Her body bucks against the mattress and he moans with desire. She stops. He moved closer and her breath laboured.  This cannot be happening she thinks. She is so full of emotions then he touched her scorching skin delivering an assault of chills over her body. 


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