When Time Stopped

When Time Stopped

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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The House Will Never Be the Same Part II…..

The House Will Never Be the Same Part II…..

I’m standing there still exposed, eyes cast to the floor with my soul bared to complete strangers. I hear commotion but dare not look around, you have a demeanor unseen by me until now. The alpha male I have longed to experience but I’m to scared to watch. The selections have moved within mere inches of my personal space, I see the tips of their shoes from my viewpoint. I feel your eyes on me but can tell you are not near me which begins to stir my anxiety.  I hear you speaking but it’s not directed towards me.

“Look at me my pet” you command and my eyes instantly seek you. You are making your way towards me but you are not alone. There are three members of the house following closely behind you and panic sets in but you know me so well and calm me with a your smirk that I love so much. I know this is what you desire and you know what I need. I have put my trust in you and only you. You take the black scarf and place it in view as you begin to tell me what you have planned for your pleasure.

First I am going to place this scarf over your eyes so you are unable to see. I want you to only feel, taste, hear and smell. I want to take away your ability to touch by confining your hands with this silken rope. I do not want you to feel in the literal sense but feel all the sensations given to you. Do you understand my pet? You stand there, waiting for my response. Judging my anxiety making sure you only keep me on the edge not tossing me over. I stare back at you through lust filled eyes and you have your answer.

Taken Without Consent

Taken Without Consent

It had been one of those days and being that it was Friday i wanted it over as fast as possible. It was just a little after 10 o’clock when you walked in my office with that shit eating grin that you posses oh so well. I was not in the mood to deal with you today at all, but you didn’t heed the warning my assistant gave you and proceeded right in. She was always jealous of your flirtation with me and why you would  not give her a second look even though she was willing to let you do whatever your heart pleased to her. I on the other hand could see through your bullshit . Yes I would tease you with my words and test your control with my clothing choices but to me all I wanted was to fuck with your senses even though a part of me wanted you between my thighs. You could not handle me even though you thought you were up for the challenge. 

My employees would always say slick shit to antagonize you as well as me. There were plenty of times I imagined you beneath my desk pleasuring me with your mouth until I begged for you to bend me over my desk and have your way. However these were the fantasies that I dared to not make my reality cause to be honest I did not want the drama that came with a random hook up especially with you. I am not one that many can easily walk away from. As you entered my office talking cash money shit the look on my face made you change your tactic and I couldn’t help but laugh. No matter how much you pissed  me off I still wanted you. To have you take control and all I could do is take every sensation you have to give me. You saw this was not going anywhere and left but something told me this was far from over. 

It had has been one stressful phone call and report after the other. Pulling my office door shut I looked at my assistant and told her I was going for some air.   She looked at me suspiciously at my timing but unbenost to me you had come back by the office because you were bored and had just left. As I made my way through the back of the office and out the rear entrance the sunshine kissed my skin as a gentle breeze caressed me. I made my way around the office buildings and I knew I was slowly approaching the back entrance too your office and every inch of my being stirred. An aching between my thighs began taking over any sense of self preservation that I had. Then there you were staring at me like I was your prey. Then tension was so thick anyone that past by would notice and probably beg to watch. Im unable to move when all I want to do is turn around and run back to my office. You motion for me and against my better judgement I heed your command. You direct  me to walk ahead of you and once again against better judgement I comply. 

Then it happened, you had me against the wall with your hands on my neck. Unable to escape and not knowing if I really wanted to. You began kissing me deeply and exploring my body with your hands. You abruptly ended our kiss and told me to place my hands above my head. You held them there while admiring my body at your control. You began pulling my fitted pencil skirt up my thighs and I’m completely lost in the moment. It had been so long since someone had taken me in such a way and I could no longer hide my need for this, for you. You felt my desire through my soaked thong  and you give me your famous grin. My skirt is at my waist, my hair is entwined in your hand holding me in place as your hands explore my wetness.  I know I am teetering on the edge of no return , between the lust in your eyes and the waterfall between my thighs it’s  sending me spiraling and my mind over rules my body and I try and push you away. I can’t do this is all I can say between breathless gasps. You begin undoing your zipper and I know I have to run. I push past you and I can see the frustration and fire in your eyes. I run outside and take a deep breath. I hear you coming behind me yelling my name, if I turn around you will see my conundrum of body and mind. My body craves you but my mind says your no good. 


The House Will Never Be the Same….

The House Will Never Be the Same….

As we drive down the dark and almost vacant city side streets I recognize where you are taking me. We normally visit during the early evening for drinks and sushi. You have brought me here on one or more occasions, however tonight seems different. As you assist me with getting out of your vehicle I am instantly embraced with the lingering effects of a mysterious lust in the air. My nipples harden simultaneously as this breeze caresses my skin. You take my hand in yours and lead the way into the dimly lit establishment,  directly past the waiting line and the  security officers in the lobby. We continue our way through the  plush sitting of the main bar passing by a few couples who are lost in their own desires and arrive in front of the antique mahogany door with a black handle which is blocked by yet another member of the House’s security. “Mr. Johnson”, is all he says as he opens the door and let’s us walk by.  I am overwhelmed with thoughts, I do not remember seeing this door before, where does this narrow hallway lead too?  As we continue down this zig zag path lit only by the candles on the wall our shadows dance past several wooden doors each possessing their own distinct mark. Your pace slows as we round the last corridor and arrive in yet another plush open sitting area. However this time there are more couples standing about. Some in suits and revealing dresses. Where others have removed their ties, rolled their short sleeves up and others only have only heels and under garments on. I am frozen in place taking it all in. I feel invisible to their desires. Like this is a movie, or a dream but this is not my reality.

That mindset was quickly taken away as you press against my back and whisper  your commands in my ear. You begin by asking me about my thoughts. Does this turn you on my pet? Are they making you wet my pet? Just the mere mention of my pet sends shivers down my spine and mixing that with the scenes unfolding before my eyes I am beginning to lose any sense of self-possession I had when we first arrived. I feel myself traveling down a dangerous path but it has set my body on fire. I should not be finding pleasure in watching these complete strangers. Bodies of different complications, sizes and shapes. Each is unique in itself, a canvas for someones pleasure no matter what that might be.  You bring me away from my thoughts when you begin to unzip the back of my dress and it falls in a puddle on the floor at my feet. Leaving me exposed for all to see. The only items covering my skin are my matching black lace undergarments, thigh high stockings and my black stilettos. The pearls that hang around my neck land in a double strand one touching my breasts and the other my bare bellybutton. My body tries to  shield itself from the attention now being shown to us. My skin is instantly covered in chill bumps as you run your hand down my back and obsessively grab my ass letting all who are watching know I am yours.

As I am standing there you begin to circle me, looking me up and down, in almost and intimidating manner and instinctively my eyes look down at the floor. I feel uncomfortable and you know this and it pisses me off. You are pushing my limits, my comfort zone, you are forcing me to realize things about myself that I do not find to be true. However the looks on the watching faces proves your point for you. I am attractive, I am sexy and I am a submissive. You stop in front of me and look me in my eyes as if searching to see how far you can safely take this. I guess you found the answer you were looking for because your next question took my breath away. You asked me who I found attractive in the room. Your instructions were clear. I was to scan the room without moving my head only my eyes to find someone who spoke to my desires but then you would pick someone as well. Not knowing what you have planned I am cautious in my choosing. As I scan the room there are so many beautiful creatures all anticipating my decision. I feel powerful at the moment, I feel wanted and desired. I make my initial scan of the crowd I find hidden in the corner of the room a figure so commanding but gentle. His eyes speak to my soul and I dare not say that out loud. As I drink in this figure, I am longing for his hands to touch me, his mouth to engulf mine, his words to caress my thoughts. You have been spotted the one responsible for my roller coaster of thoughts and you motion in his direction. My eyes immediately return to boring a hole in the floor. I hate that you know me so well, I hate that you know the things that I need before I know that I need them. I sense the tension rising in the room and unbeknownst to me and her, at that moment you have picked the last piece of the puzzle . 

The City Lights Part II

The City Lights Part II

I am trying to process all of your questions and form some type of response so you do not become angry with me. But no matter how hard I try I cannot form a cohesive sentence to save me from this torture. You demand an answer and it shakes me to my core. I nod my head yes but it is not good enough for you. You unflinchingly roll my nipple through your fingertips sending waves to my core. I moan and yes crosses my lips as my head falls against the leather seats.

You tell me to open for you. My body responds instantly and you are greeted with my desire shimmering in the rays of the setting sun. I’m immediately embarrassed by this fact and why I do not know but I feel so conflicted in my emotions at this moment. Is it shame, desire, lust, enjoyment, my need to feel wanted. My thoughts crash in like waves during Katrina and you catch me slipping down my rabbit hole.  Then I am drawn back to know when you begin exploring my garden walls with a swift swirl and then you ambush my senses by claiming my pearl with an unforgiving rhythm. Through half lids I search my surroundings, I need to know if anyone can see what is happening to me. When I am greeted by the driver’s lustful stare. He shifts in his seat and the light changes. You insert the garden walls again and but with an urgent need. You begin to feel the affects of your torture as my body reaches the point of no return and your exploration becomes drenched with my desire. But one look from you and I know this night is far from over.

The Set Up Part II

The Set Up Part II

This time his hands are different. More demanding. They begin massaging a warm oil into my skin. He lingers at my breasts, rolling my nipple through his greedy fingertips. He moves down my body ignoring my center as he makes his way to my ankles and effortlessly flips me on my stomach. I gasp and he growls but did I hear two separate growls. In my hazy daze reality is not within my grasp.

I feel his hands concurring every inch of my being with this sensual torture.  His orders sound more like broken requests as he growls “on your knees”. I am now more exposed than before.  He continues his sensual massage upon my exposed ass and replaces his hands with his mouth as he begins to lap at my center with a different type of hunger than before.  It feels so different but I am to far gone to argue or demand an answer. As he takes me to uncharted waters as he teases my garden walls with his tongue and abruptly departs continuing upward spreading my desire along the way as he licks up till he finds my secret garden. Never before explored. He teases me with quick licks and then long strokes of his tounge as my hips begin a dance on their own inviting him to take me where I have yet to travel.  Writhing underneath his spell and he inserts two fingers inside my garden in search of my hidden treasures at the same time pressing against my secret garden a cool object seeks shelter. My hips have matched his guiding rhythm and long for more. The pressure is building and my gasps of desire let him know he can continue his journey. I feel so full once the object is within my secret garden. My spine tingles, the throbbing between my legs increases and I feel as if I am about to fall with nothing to land upon. Then I feel kisses upon my breasts. I’m so lost within the claws of desire that I cannot form sentences just moans of passion and gasps for air as they torture me to new heights.  There is a smack on my ass and one of them grab my knee and pull it just far enough off the bed to allow access to beneath my body but the torture at my center has not faltered. However it remains a constant focus by one until the other has claimed his spot beneath me .  As fingers are replaced by his rock hard member and the foreigner remains in my secret garden exploring me past my limits as if making room for something larger. Mentally and physically I am at their mercy. So far gone but not gone far enough away. I have no sense of control just a constant longing of release. As they grind my hips in a motion they prefer, a rythm never experienced before. The hands roam my skin and then the warmth returns to my secret garden and then an empty feeling is replaced  by is intruding desire unable to be controlled any longer. But somehow he remains in control as he falls in place with this sensual dance of desires and fills me in one long motion.  As my screams fill the room  by body senses so many emotions of shock, pain, pleasure, submission and so many more. They expertly move my body between them, taking me to depths of pleasure and pain never within my reach until now. Filling me beyond capacity and torturing my skin with their heated touch.

Take Control

Take Control

He has my body against the wall, the plaster is cool against my skin, sending chills down my spine. His hands are roaming over the back of my body until he finds what he desires.  His right hand lands firmly upon my neck and a sigh crosses my lips.  His grasp tightens and I am shocked when his left hand lands sharply on my ass.  My breath catches in my throat leaving me unable to protest. “No sounds” he growls.  He is taking the one thing from me, my mind races and I inhale sharply making the faintest whimper cross my lips and in return I feel the same sharp pain on my ass again, but this time my core twinges with pleasure not felt before.  My mind and body are in a fight over what is normal and what is not by societies standards.  Should I disobey in hopes of feeling this new pleasure or should I remain silent like he demands?  My body wins out and moans begin escaping my sealed lips without regrets until he denied me my desire. A desire I never knew I longed for.  Instead I feel his body push up against mine holding me in place while his hands grab my wrists and pull them above my head. But no he doesn’t stop there. He ties my wrists above my head and now the feeling of helplessness kicks in.  I am at this man’s mercy.  MY mind is racing in so many  different directions, with so many emotions, so many ways this could go, do I hate this, or do I actually need this?  Have I really always craved giving up control or have I always just needed it taken? For me it is probably the latter, I crave control and because of  this my body doesn’t know what to do, but my mind says run and I try to get my hands free.  I feel so conflicted and this asshole knows it.  He fucking knows it and laughs as he smacks my ass again.  Again I whimper with pain or is it pleasure at this point I just do not know.  I’m scared, I’m excited, I’m soaking wet and trying to keep my thighs together.  He cannot know he has me, no not yet but as if he can read my thoughts I hear him commanding me to spread my thighs. I disobey him and squeeze my thighs tighter together as I pull against the restraints.  No I can’t give in, I can’t give up what little bit of control I have left.  Then the sharp pain I have come to long for takes my thoughts away, my breath catches in my throat, only choked sighs can be heard as a single tear peaks out the corner of my eye.  Once again it is as if he knows how my body is going to take and react to this new adventure, my deepest fantasy never shared with anyone.  I feel helpless, but the mere thought of my current situation increases the moisture between my thighs.