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Surprises

I walk into your room as you are getting ready for bed, and you glance up to see me. I smile wide, with a twinkle in my eye, and you duck your head demurely. I walk directly up to you, thread my fingers gently into you hair, grab quickly, yank your head back, drive my tongue into your mouth, our tongues melding for a few seconds, and move my head away, while you are both in shock, and seeing stars.

Then everything goes black, as my friend slips a hood over your head, and we both bind you tightly, wrists behind your back, and at your ankles. We pick you up, carry you to a waiting car, toss you in the trunk, and shut the door. The car leaves immediately, driving towards an unknown (to you) location. Unbeknownst to you, I have been planning this for some time, and have the perfect place in mind.

You are disoriented, in shock, and pitiable, that I would do such a thing. The car slows to a stop, you hear the door slam, and a faint light through the fibers of your hood appears, where the trunk is opened. You are picked up, the bindings on your ankles are cut loose. A very deep masculine voice orders you down on your knees but you're still in shock from everything, ("It's all happened so fast!") that you don't react right away...so instead, you are shoved forward and to the side, and you land heavily on your ribs and hip. You struggle to your knees, with "The Voice" bellowing at you to move faster. Why I ever had to put up with such a poor excuse for a slave today, with crappy motor skills, and not even the ability to voice a "Yes Master", I have no idea.

You feel yourself being forced to walk on your knees over first sand, then cobblestone? Hitting a step with your kneecap, you cry out, and are immediately struck by a long, thin cane on your ass. "Get the fuck moving!", The Voice says. You climb four stairs as quickly as you can, with the cane chasing you forward, and start moving across the floor. It's very cold, dank, and musty in here. You smell something off, but you can't place it. You hear a small squeak from a rat, and yelp out loud. The fear and dread are leading you now...too many unknowns to figure out what to do.

You are picked up roughly, the binds on your wrists are cut off, but you think the knife was too sharp...("It nicked me!")...you are certain you feel a little faint, feeling the blood drip off your wrist. ("Was it an accident? On purpose?? What's going on?")

Your clothes are torn or cut off of your body..."(The knife keeps nicking your skin! Why can't he be more careful?!? I don't want to bleed to death!") Your shoes and socks are removed, and you hear a light echo from your breathing. ("Where am I?")

You feel something wet and cold drizzled about your shoulders, and it begins slowly oozing down your back, heading for your ass. You then feel hands spreading your ass checks apart and something long and hard, is pushing it?s way into your ass. It is my friend, raping your ass, while I stand in front of you shoving my cock in your mouth. My friend cums in your ass, then pulls out quickly while your body is still quivering, and backs up. I walk around to stand behind you, and start smacking you on the ass with my hands, stingingly hard! I then pull a very tiny butt-plug out from behind me, and slide it into your ass, ("Oh that's not very nice, I can barely feel it at all, why can't my Master be more mean?") and proceed to fuck your dripping cunt.

You are forced to stand, naked, blood dripping off of you, your wrists secured by a pair of hands. I come around to stand in front of you, and push you backward, off your feet! You are free-falling for half a second, before you are caught by those other rough hands. Your head is laid into a wooden cradle, maybe a couple inches wide at your neck, then your hands are laid in similar, but smaller, cradles, and something is slammed, what you now perceive as stocks, down on you. You are trapped! Your feet are still firmly on the floor, quivering in exhaustion from all the knee walking, and the constant unexpected surprises, but you can't fall to your knees, as your head and hands are trapped.

The hood is removed, and all you see is inky blackness all around. Your eyes slowly adjust, and you scream in terror!! You are staring at a gleaming, white, skull! It's hideous countenance, and the lack of eyes, are staring into your soul. Before you have time to think, you feel your nipples flicked by something fast, and painful, almost like being bitten by a snake...but this snake keeps biting over and over, it won't stop...oh, the light touch, too, you know this feeling, it's only a whip, but such skill you've never felt before!

Then you feel the knife against your, now tender, nipple. You feel the point dig in, and a little trickle of blood escapes; you close your eyes, and you can feel your life-force ebbing. Multiple streams, running out of you, draining you, emptying your soul. You know you are going to die; why else would you be in a tomb? No one to hear you scream, and it won't matter, you're going away. You pass out, and just float for what seems to be hours.

You open your eyes, and, you are alive?!? You're back in your room, kneeling on the floor, looking up at me, still seeing that twinkle in my eyes...you scan your body...there aren't any scars, no cuts, no dried blood...even your clothes are all still on. I walk out of the room, leaving you there with a scared and confused look on your face. You crane your neck around and see a black rose lying on top of the TV. You walk over, and pick it up, noticing the DVD case underneath it, with a label, "WATCH ME", taped onto the case. You put the DVD in the player, and it begins immediately. While getting yourself comfortable to watch it, you glance at your cell to check your messages, and notice it is the day after? Your head moves suddenly to the TV at the first scream, and your eyes go wide, as you watch everything that happened to you...in full, screaming colors!

The Next Day

The doorbell rings, and you rush to get it on your hands and knees, barefoot, wearing only a sheer white thong, and a towel quickly knotted around your breasts - it's about time for me to be home from work, and you wanted to be done with your shower, to be presentable when I walk in.

I always ring the doorbell when I get home, knowing that you'll be rushing to do this, that, or the other, be dressed in some fetching outfit, and wishing to tease me a little, before we begin our evening ritual. I even look forward to it - but tonight is something new, hence why I'm home early. Oh, you shall rue this night, my pet, and yet, I know you shall be so thankful afterwards.

The door opens after you have peeked through the curtain to make sure it's me. As soon as the knob turns, and I feel the door opening, I push quickly, and you fall backwards, onto your back, your eyes and mouth wide in shock. "You fucking whore, I've been slaving all goddamn day and have to come home to this pitiful display; that you don't even have the decency to say hello, how was your day! You are such a fucking sick excuse for a slave!", and I swing my hand back, aiming to slap you - you duck your head in fear and shock - and you feel my hand grab your hair, drag you to your knees, with your head still down, unable to see anything through the tears, wondering what you did wrong, why am I acting this way towards you?!?

"Close your eyes and keep 'em shut, you cunt! If you open them, I swear I will never beat you again! And keep that foul fucking mouth of yours shut too! Cunt whore!"

SMACK All you feel is something smooth and flat suddenly slam into your ass from above, and you uncontrollably rise from the ground a little, then you collapse again, banging your knees roughly against the hardwood. Your arms are pulled behind your back, and quickly tied in place, then you feel your long silky hair tied up and pulled as well, tied to the binding around your hands.

"I am going to stand here and fuck your ass, little girl, and you're going to kneel there, with your eyes and mouth shut, and take it; no fucking moans or whimpers, no sighs or screams, or, my oath on it, you will hate what comes next!"

I deliberately shove my cock in your now sopping wet pussy, just a couple of strokes to warm up, and make you horny, providing a little lube, before pulling out, grabbing the binding between your hair and wrists, and driving all the way into your ass, in one full stroke! Involuntarily, you cry out in pain and pleasure; then suddenly you are walked forward, painfully on your knees across what feels like cobblestone, and you feel my hand grip your jaw.

"Fine then, open that fucking whiny assed mouth of yours, I got something for that!" You hear the door slam shut, but before you have time to wonder why, your feel something wide and cold invading your mouth (oh shit, it's the doorknob!)

I hold your head against the door, while I pound into your puckered ass, with you whimpering the whole time, about the pain in your jaw and knees, but still moaning in pleasure from it all, from the surprise, the shock, knowing I'm using you for my desire.

"Ok, boys, I've reamed her ass enough for now, make a line! Make a fucking line, you shits! This is my whore, she does what the fuck I say, and only I control her - you get to rape her asshole until all 13 of you have cum in her ass, but only I get to fuck that sweet pussy and mouth!"

I pull out of your ass, remove your mouth from the doorknob, and shove my cock down your throat, at the same time as the first guy's cock, much wider and longer than me, slides up your ass, deeper than I went, making your eyes flutter, while I fuck your face, knowing that I am the only one you would ever do this with, knowing that I will always keep you safe, no matter what tortures I inflict upon you.

The mystery cock fills you deeply, and you suddenly feel his cum shooting inside, lubing you even more. He pulls out, and the next guy slides right in. This guy is even bigger than the last! (Who the fuck is he, Ron Jeremy?) He starts fucking your ass in long, smooth strokes, almost all the way out, right at the point where your anus begins to pucker, before driving straight back in, until you feel his pubic hair tickling your cheeks. Over and over, your ass wide open, for everyone to use, for my pleasure, for your happiness in serving your Master.

"Just mine and my friend's fucktoy tonight, bitch - don't try to fucking tell me you haven't been wanting this either - I listen to your sleeptalking, I read your journals that are private, save for my eyes. You are a filthy cunt, that wants to be used, so I am using you, to make my friends feel a little better today! Now lick my cock clean, make sure you swallow everythi...yeah, that's it bitch, that nice throat-fucking stroke you give, yeah."

The guy with the very long cock finally finishes, by pulling out, and shooting his juice all the way up your back, so it's dripping off of your, down your ribs on both sides, and there's even some in your hair. The next guy, apparently the one that has been whacking off next to you, occasionally smacking your left hip with his cock, slides in, but you barely feel it, as you have been stretched already...he finishes within a couple seconds. (What a waste ? my Master really needs better friends!) You take cock after cock after cock, trying to ignore the pleasure seeping down your thighs, so you can pay attention to keeping my monster happy and hard.

The last guy finishes up, cums inside your ass as well, fumbles a little bit, then leaves. I pull my cock out of your mouth, whip a blindfold around your eyes and knot it, and pull you to your feet. You feel all that hot needy cum, dripping out of your ass, and yet you can't seem to control keeping it inside you. I slowly back you up, until you bump into something that presses against your asshole again...(What is that?? It's huge!)

I lower you against the 3 foot high, wide black dildo, and you feel it's width slide up your ass, until it begins to stretch too much. You cry out in pain, and the tears begin flowing freely. I stop pushing you, and leave you right there, to feel so full, knowing that I want you to build up to the potential of being able to take more and more, like a good slave. I do so much to you, and you take it and beg for more. (The fire in your asshole is getting hotter, and your pussy won't stop begging for my cock inside you! "Why won't He fuck me now, He knows how much I need Him, how much His cock makes me feel so good, please, Master, please, I want your cock in my pussy, please fuck me Master, oh, please!" Your thoughts so violently desire me to fuck your cumslut, even while your head is still going up and down.) I yank my meat out of your mouth, rock you forward, off the giant dildo, and walk slowly around behind you, as you are panting and thanking me in alternating breaths. I slap my dick against the wetness of your cunt, reach down, edge the hood back, and attach a clothespin to your clit. "Now slut, this is your reward for taking so much anguish tonight, and being such a good cunt for your Master!" I shove myself deep inside you, and yell out, "Slut! Cum now!" and you do, and you can't stop cumming, it just keeps pouring out of you, over and over, wave after agonizing wave, and I cum inside you, expending all my pent up need. We both collapse to the ground, and you feel you have lost all sense of time, your emotions are free to roam, you feel raw inside and out, raped, your body abused and bruised in places you didn't think it ever would be. Sobbing quietly below me, your only thoughts, ("It's too much, I can't take it anymore!") You are picked up in my arms, and I carry you to our bed, wrap you up in me, my naked body touching as much of you as I can manage, with your head curled forward against my chest. Your breathing slows, your crying slowly stops, and you just take in my scent, knowing that I will always keep you safe, I will always love you, I will never betray your trust, and everything will always come down to our family in the end.

I kiss you gently and sweetly on the forehead, before removing the blindfold, and the bindings, cuddle you fully to me, with your legs wrapped around me, and my arms wrapped around you, murmuring how well you did, that you're such a good girl, that you're ok, and safe, and it's only you and I.

We fall asleep, both with a smile on our faces, looking forward to the rejuvenation of all that spent emotion, and the wake-up sex that will surely follow in the morning. "Good night, dear heart."

Abandoned

After a long night you are passed out in a dreamy bliss. Your memories of the process that created the aches and bruises on various parts of you have left you smiling, even while you sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, I've been busy while you rest. I have woken you up during the night, immediately put you back in trance, and have both implanted a memory you won?t soon forget, and caused you to forget me doing so, then put you back to sleep.

You awake, sleeping on your four-poster bed, the shades drawn closed, but oddly, it wasn't your alarm that woke you. Bird sounds, and there is a breeze slowly shifting your shades. "What's going on?" You're confused, but not afraid.

You peek out of the shades, and find yourself on a precipice, high above a sea-green lake, that appears to be hundreds of feet up. In fright, you lunge backward to the 'safety' of your bed. Where are you? What's going on now? You have no choice; you peek out of the opposite side of the bed, and what?!? You're on a different side now, and there is a waterfall directly below you, violent rapids racing below. You take a chance, and look out one of the new sides ... again, the same precipice, but now you can see the merging of the waterfall and the bare rock. "The last side must be the safe way out!" You got here somehow. You spread those shades confidently and lean out to surprise me, because I must be there; I wouldn't leave you so unprotected this way! As you part the shades it throws off your balance is off just enough that you tumble forward ... towards an empty lake at the bottom ... you're on a spire! You see the water rushing towards you, and in shock, you pass out.

You wake up after water is splashed on your face and body. You are blindfolded, your hands and feet tied apart. You feel the wind teasing your body everywhere, and you don't feel covered. A long, whip-like object with some kind of spikes on it snakes across your chest, and you feel some of the spikes embed themselves in your skin. You cry out, and are slapped for your trouble.

"Keep that fat mouth shut, you greedy whore! You deserve everything I give you, and you will be bleeding from your pores before I fuck your body into a withering heap, then leave you here to bleed out!"

You don't recognize the voice ... deep, gruff, obviously pissed off. He starts beating you with the switches, for now there are two of them, and he is swinging them ever wilder, criss-crossing them across your chest, stomach, thighs, occasionally catching your pubis with a thorn - the blood is pouring down your body liberally, in great rivulets, certainly pooling on the ground below you. You can even feel it dripping off your toes! You are heaving great big sobs and breaths, crying out with every slash, every thorn that catches you, the pain so sharp, instant, and repetitive. Suddenly he stops, and you feel him walk around behind you, the wind from his passage brushing over you, causing some of the thorns to sway in the wind, causing you to cry out yet again! (Where is my Master?!? Why has He abandoned his perfect little girl, his slave of his heart? Oh Master, where are you!)

You felt him move, but there's no noise now - your sobs and sniffles, are the only sounds you hear. Suddenly, you feel the blindfold cut away, heavy breathing, a short grunt, and then nothing. You try to turn your head to look, but even the barest glimpse in your peripheral vision reveals nothing. You're tied up; your nose is stopped up now, so all you have available is your sense of hearing and sight. Where did he go? You strain to hear the smallest sound, the barest whisper, even the crunch of a twig or the rustle of a leaf... Nothing. Nothing at all. What's going on??

It is getting dark now. You slowly watch the sunlight die, as the shadows grow longer and longer. You have yelled out for hours, for someone, anyone, to come help you out of this; but still you hear nothing. The wind whistles through the trees, but there are no animal sounds, no birdsong, nothing. It's as if the animals have all fled this place. It almost feels dead.

The sunlight is dipping almost to the horizon now, and the leaves around you turn a sinister sharpness, as if accidentally brushing them would cut you deeply. There are no bugs either. Why are there no bugs? What is this place? The sun is gone now, not even the faint sunset light reaches you here; and still not a sound reaches you. There is nothing in the distance, no rustling, scuttling, or breathing.

What the fuck is going on?!? You're starting to get pissed off. "Get me the fuck out of here, you fucking asshole! I am going to sue your ass for this! You'll never see the light of day again! My Master is gonna find me, and when He does, He's gonna kill you, you fucking asshole!" Still...nothing. No response. Did he leave? Oh shit, did he leave me here???? Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. What if he leaves me here...what if I die? I'd rather him here beating me, instead of this awful loneliness. I need some kind of noise, I need something, and I have to have something!! Anything! "Can anyone hear me? Help!! I don't want to die, I don't want to die alone, please, somebody, anybody, please, can you hear me, help me please.......I don't want to die alone..." You begin to sob again, quieter, softly, fear and dread beginning to take a greater hold on your mind.

The lack of any sound is horrible, demeaning, and blasphemous even; you've never had to deal with being alone like this! "Why can't anyone hear me???" sob "I don't want to diiiiiieee" sob "I don' want to die, please, please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE, I DON'T WANNA DIE, PLEASE LET THERE BE SOMEONE THERE, PLEASE OH PLEASE PLEASE!!! I don't want to die alone....."

Your sobs are gone, the pain in your wrists and ankles lessened, you're just quiet now. There is still no sound, except your own breathing, your breasts heaving, and your body worn out. You start to sag in the ropes, giving your full weight, as the realization of your end is in your mind. Why have you been left to die? What was your crime? Why have I forsaken you?

Suddenly, from out of the bushes you hear a twig snap! CRACK

You're not alone! He's coming back to finish me! "HEY YOU FUCKING BASTARD! GET ME OUT OF THIS!" You start struggling in your bonds.

A flashlight flicks on, aimed directly at your face, and after so long in the dark, you are blinded, you can't see, and it hurts, the light, the painful light, you cry out and try to shy away.

SMACK Your face is struck from the heavy-handed slap, then again, from the other side, and again, and again. Your hair is yanked back hard, painfully, you whimper in surprise and anguish. You feel something tied into your hair, and the hand releases...but your head is still stuck, angled back, looking towards the sky.

Something hard with biting teeth attaches to each of your nipples, and hangs off them. Delirious with confusion, pain, anger, despair, and tragedy, you are unable to do much more than moan. You feel many something?s pierce your skin, sharp, flexible, tiny...needles! You've haven't felt needles in a long time. Why now? They are inserted in what feels like random areas all over your body, slid in, out, and in again, then twisted, and dug in so the skin pulls. You started counting when the first few went in, but you lost count after 30 or so.

You feel like a pincushion - stuck in so many places, thighs, labia, breasts, back, stomach, arms, even your feet? Is there no limit?

You are defeated. You have gone through pain, anger, despair, shock, fear, dread, surprise, and now, at last, you are numb. It's too much, too many sensations all at once, too many different stimuli. You're on overload...and you pass out.

You wake up, in your bed, but your pussy and ass feel raw, and slightly wet. You've been raped while you were unconscious and pushed beyond your limits! Your jaw hurts too...were you face fucked too? There's a slightly salty taste on your tongue, and the scent of sex lingers on you.

You try to roll out of bed like usual, and end up face down on the floor. Oof Ok, legs don't work...let's try that again. You struggle to stand up, and your feet are tender, the bottoms feel almost raw. Raising one foot...Holy shit! They ARE raw! On your tiptoes with your legs locked, you awkwardly hobble to the bathroom, sitting down hard on the toilet seat with relief...except for your ass.

Such an ordeal you've been through. Your mind still reeling from the experiences, and all these remnants of them, the knowledge that you surpassed your previous limits, unwillingly, but still, you are alive. ("Master must have known about this and set it up. He's such a bastard, but I love my Master so much!")

For some reason, you're really wet...and horny...and your nipples have never felt this hard...maybe just a little masturbation before returning to the world today. giggle

You lay down on your bed, and roll your head to the side. Your glance falls on a blank CD case, with a blank CD in it...what is that? Your horniness forgotten momentarily, you open the case, and insert it into your computer. Suddenly, yelling and screaming pour out of your speakers! ("Someone turned the sound all the way up!") The video has flashed to light, and you are staring at yourself, from the eye of the camera, screaming like a little bitch. ("Why is watching this making me so fucking horny???") Damn, but He's an evil man.

Memories

You are asleep, the depth of your dreaming reflecting the intensity of your feelings - you distinctly remember being strapped down to the rack, the ropes at your ankles and wrists pulling ever tauter, your back bowing, yelling and screaming as the lash comes down over and over, across your breasts, nipples, and stomach, relentlessly.

You arch involuntarily in your sleep, and a secret smile touches your lips, at the memory. The dream flits to another recent memory: you are on the St. Andrew's Cross, upside down, the blood rushing to your head - you can always hear the crackle of electricity in the air, from the various implements I've been using on you; a tens unit dildo in your anus, constantly pulsing, while the alligator clips hang off your nipples, with their weights attached, just enough that they are pulling hard, but not falling off, no matter how much you wriggle; the long violet wand tracing over your ass cheeks, lower back, ribs, shoulder blades, stinging and tickling your feet.

Your mind moves to another memory, just as you cry out from the last. You are standing on a high-dive diving board, right at the edge, naked, having been forced to climb the stairs, while being almost zapped with my cattle prod at your ankles, forcing you to climb faster - you hate heights, I know this, and yet I am pushing you, as I always push you. ZAP "Aieeee!" Your mind wandered, and you got caught by it - your balance teeters, and you fall...fall...fall, and the memory shifts yet again, before you hit the water with a big splash.

You are drawn to a further memory, walking with me in public, my hand holding your wrist, sometimes letting go to dance up your arm, and slip behind your hair, to lightly play with the hair there, and alternately grip it tightly for a second, eliciting a light gasp, before trailing back down your arm, and holding your wrist again. "Such a good girl, my sweet. So good of you to maintain control, even here in public. You have not disappointed me today." The sound of that statement thrills you! You have pleased me, you have done everything asked of you, with no slip-ups for once. Your ass still smarts a little from the long, over-the-knee spanking you enjoyed before we left the house...but you're smiling from the memory now.

We have so many memories, and yet your dream chose to pull you through these. A sign perhaps? More public play, do you want to be pushed harder in these areas, trained more?

Only time will tell...as you slip into a deeper, restful sleep, the sooner to return to my embrace and approval.

A Bad Day

You come in the door, tired and worn out from work, but your libido is so stressed out, you need to cum so badly...surely I'll be home soon to relieve your aching need!

You feel the need grinding through you, the sweat beading at the small of your back, your thighs screaming to be wrenched open, and you to be impaled as far as I can go!

I slip up behind you, grab you by the back of your hair, and front of your throat, lower you to the floor safely but swiftly, as your breath catches in surprise! Your eyes are wide, and your mouth is open, but no sound is emitted. As soon as you are laid out on the floor, I let go of your throat, reach in my back pocket, and flick open my butterfly knife. Sharp and gleaming in the fading sunlight, I quickly dip it towards your face, stopping a mere inch from one eye, then place it against the side of your nose, slowly drawing it down, over your lips, down your throat, across your collarbone, cutting through your worn white blouse, snapping your bra strap, still cutting down, down, down.

As you're not wearing underwear, just like I expect, your light brown skirt comes apart with no other resistance, and the knife trails across your mons, the tip slightly cresting your hood, before stabbing the tip into your clit...only a couple of millimeters, but still, you tense up just a bit, but it feels so good at the same time. I lean over, keeping the knife exactly there, threatening. I place my mouth on one of your tender sensitive nipples, sucking gently, while flicking my tongue quickly across the surface lightly. You involuntarily gasp as the sudden need in your loins increases in volume, and while keeping the knife in place, whisper your orgasm trigger in your ear.

Your body arches, you cum uncontrollably, whimpering with release of tension, trying not to move your ass or legs, so as to not accidentally drive the knife a little deeper into your clit - unfortunately, you were not quite in control enough...it stabs a tiny bit harder, the pain sweet on your tongue, but at the end of orgasm, all the more pleasurable.

I whisper the same command again, and suddenly, you're out of control, the orgasm doubled in intensity and volume, and you know it will last all the longer too...you know what's coming now, you know what I want from you, and you long for it, dream of it, can't stop creaming yourself in anticipation...but what a way to die! We've discussed this, haven't we? If you had to go, you would so love to die by the longest orgasm ever, the largest, the best, the pleasure so intense your heart gives out, but you go with a smile!

And then I stop; I let go of your hair, I get up, put the knife away, and head off to the bedroom, where you hear the sound of the water running.

You slowly get up, staying on your hands and knees, as is our protocol whenever I am home and in this mood. Your legs are unsteady from the orgasm, as some tremors are still flowing through you here and there. You make it into the bathroom, and immediately smell it! Herbs, clean, beautiful, and a vase of your favorite flowers! Some sort of scent from the tub water too! When did I get all this? Why are there tears flowing down your cheeks? And you have this really happy smile on your face.

I help you stand up, and slowly lower you into the tub...oh, hot bath salts too...oh, so heavenly, so relaxing...so just what you needed after today. I walk out of the room, shutting the door almost all the way, and head to the kitchen to make dinner. You've had a really bad day, and as my responsibility, I will take care of you. This evening is for you, my sweet.

The Beach

Today we're taking a trip to the beach. I've got a condo down there that I've used in the past, but you've never been there with me. It's right at the beginning of September, the heat is still heavy, the humidity still high, most of the leaves have already turned, and the smell of the surf enters your nostrils as we draw nearer through the open window. You start seeing more palm trees pass by, and the grass getting thinner. You would turn and watch the lines flow past the car behind us, but you're stuck in place by the suggestion of immobility I've placed in your mind before we left. Your eyes follow and watch, and you wear a secret smile, that I would deign to use hypnosis on you instead of creating something in the car to keep you still. You still remember the cleverly crafted miniature stocks that I had your head, ankles, and wrists in, in the last car ride we took to the public playspace. Ah, fond memories.

The miles are eaten away slowly, and we turn down the winding road, the smell of salt water completely overpowering all other scents. We pull into the carport of the 3-story building, unload the car, and start moving our gear inside.

We step inside, and the first thing that hits you is the extreme cold air, blasting out from the house. Your temperature changes so rapidly, you feel faint, and your knees buckle just a little. I take the opportunity you've presented, and grab your hair, pull you forward onto your knees, tilt your head back, watching your eyes roll back into your head from the sudden intensity, cock my hand back, and swing it forward.

SMACK

I issue the command for you to sleep, and you never feel the hit. I let you slowly lay face down, and stay there, while I busy myself with setting up the place.

When you awaken finally, it's full dark outside. You were inside when you went to sleep, but now you're laying on the beach...naked?...the waves gently lapping at your labia, remnants of the foam still stuck to your thighs. How long have you been out here? You touch your skin, but there's no redness or soreness where the sun may have burned you. Your skin is not oily, so there was no sunscreen applied. You must not have been out here all that long. And he thought to fool you again. You've been getting wiser to his tricks. ("Let's see what we can do to foil his plans and get a different outcome to today, hee hee.")

From outside, you can clearly see inside the windows, and there aren't any porch lights on to blind your vision, just all the shutters open, so anyone can see. You see the St. Andrew's Cross in the living room, black and forbidding, eyebolts protruding from each arm, with a carabiner hanging from each. You see rope lengths laid out on the floor for easy access...with hooks on the end! ("We haven't done hook suspension yet!") There are other rope lengths already hanging from the ceiling, and what appears to be a wench. ("Interesting.") You move on to another window, and see a candlelit dinner, what looks like a perfect medium steak butterflied on one plate, and another that appears either rare or medium rare, as the blood is still oozing from it. ("Those are for us, he knows I love medium, and he loves his cow mooing (chuckle).") Champagne flutes half-filled with golden bubbly are set out, candles flickering, and it appears to be quite formal.

You glance into one of the upstairs bedroom windows, and see a suit in black pin-stripe and a brilliant blue shirt, with black tie laid out across the bed, next to a gorgeous cream dress. ("When did he get my size? Goddess, that looks delicious, it all looks divine!") Your heart begins to thud with love in your heart for all that you see, and you unconciously stroke your left breast in anticipation, making the nipple hard. One short and amazingly quick orgasm a few minutes later leaves you gasping that you would cum so quick from just seeing my plans for you. You lean against the wall, catching your breath for just a minute. You close your eyes, and imagine my hand is stroking you slowly, enveloping your breasts, lightly teasing your nipples, flicking softly across them at the same time.

Enough of that for now, you want to see what's in the other windows, before your evening truly begins. You continue down the stairs around the other side of the house, and have to stand on your tiptoes to see over the window ledge, keeping your hands on the railing to balance yourself. All you did was turn a corner, but this looks like a completely new room! This is next to the kitchen? You can't see the walls, or the floor, and the only clue to the ceiling is the 70's dance ball hanging and spinning. The room is filled with tiny blinking lights, and seems to be completely empty. The walls don't look black, more shimmery than anything else. Mirrors maybe? Hmm. Confusing. Will definitely have to find out what this is.

You wander towards the other side of the house, noticing that a light misty rain has begun to fall. Your body becomes slick with it, feeling the rivulets running down your skin. You close your eyes, and just let yourself feel everything - the raindrops pelting your face, soaking your hair; the cool wind off the beach making you shiver deliciously, the goosebumps rising; you even feel your clit swelling with the amazing combinations of sensations all over. Taking a deep breath, you open your eyes...and I am standing right there smirking at you. You blink, and swoon, losing conciousness as everything goes black.

You feel a little groggy, moaning lightly, moving your head from side to side just a little, to see if anything hurts. You know the lights are on full blast, as you can almost see through your eyelids. You attempt to raise your hand to shield your eyes so you can see, but your hand won't move (and you can't feel it?). You try to feel your fingertips, your toes, anything. Everything is numb? Am I dead? You try to open your eyes, but they won't open. What's going on? Did I die? Is this what being in limbo feels (or doesn't feel) like? I can't move, I can't feel, I can't open my eyes. C'mon girl, think. He must be fucking with me again. This is just one of his damn tricks. Suddenly, you feel something slide across your belly, and you hear a hissing. A snake? He let a snake in here and it's on me now? What the fuck?!? You try to open your mouth to scream, but your mouth won't open. What in the living fuck is going on? This sucks, and it was supposed to be a fun vacation!

The hissing stops, and suddenly there's a feeling of something on your left thigh. Pressure, hot and heavy, slowly moving up your leg. You can feel it! But why can't you feel anything else? The pressure eases off, and after a few seconds the numbness returns. It's ok, it's just more tricks. I'll just meditate until he lets me out then. Fuck him and his games. You relax your mind, and begin your meditation sequence. Suddenly something jabs you! It feels pointy, sharp, and painful. A scent of iron enters your thoughts, and you imagine there is some sort of liquid dripping out of you.

The world springs to life and you are falling! You can feel everything again, you open your eyes and mouth and scream for your life. You look down, and you can see the ground approaching rapidly, you know your life is about to end, and there's nothing you can do but scream! Just before you hit bottom, you blank out again, going into shock, your mind protecting you from knowing...

...and you wake up? It's daylight outside. Huh? You look around and you're in your bed at home. What? You glance over at your calendar...It's still the same day...you check your phone, yup, it's still the same day. Your doorbell rings, you go to answer it, and I'm outside with a single flower for my girl and a twinkle in my eye. "We must get moving my love. We're going to the beach today, and I have many fine ideas for you."

Humiliation

I strip down, and lay on the bed...you walk in, starting to get undressed, and I say, "No, you fucking pigslut, you fuckin' stand right there and you give me a strip tease to please me." Your eyes go wide, and you begin slowly start to move to the music, running your hands up your body, to unbutton your shirt, one at a time. Your shirt came off, and you turn around, letting your long hair fall, and the shirt fall to the ground, your hands going to your bra to unhook it, while teasing your ass at me. You turn quickly, one hand across your breasts, holding the bra in place, while your other hand unbuttons your jeans. You shimmy slowly, rocking from foot to foot, inching your jeans down, your other hand letting the bra fall, and cupping one breast, while slipping your tongue out of her mouth to trace across your lips at me. Your jeans get to the floor finally, and you slowly turn around, to bend over in front of me, to step out of your denim, and display your pretty cunt for me, knowing how much I love to see it.

I silently get out of bed, grab your ass hard, with my thumb of that hand entering your pussy. You stand back up with a smile on your face, expecting sex, and instead, I grab your hair, force you up onto your toes, and walk you down the hallway to the bathroom. I have you sit in the tub, close your eyes, open your mouth, and proceed to piss in your hair, your mouth, on your face, and chest. You involuntarily swallow some of it, and choke, bending your head down, but I grab your throat, and the back of your head. "No, you fucking little bitch, you're gonna finish swallowing and wallowing like a pig in my piss, and you're gonna like it." I haul my cunt up by your hair, do a quick rinse with the shower in ice cold water, as you yelp, then walk you down the hall to the front door, where I tie your wrists together, throw the rest of the rope over the top of the door, and then shut it.

You're sopping wet, cold, horny, and you stink a little still. The taste of my piss is still in your mouth, when I start beating you with a paddle I created from the mat that sits under a computer chair. Blood is drawn quite quickly, and I bend over to lick it off of you. I reach around you standing there crying in pain and screaming at me for starting hard so soon, without any warm-up, and grab both your nipples, squeezing hard, digging my nails into each nipple, twisting, HARD, and yanking both nipples in opposite directions towards me.

My cock is hard, and as I pull on your nipples, I press my cock against your asshole, pressing into you harder and harder, then suddenly, I let go of everything, grab two suede floggers, and begin to florentine them on your back to the soundtrack of Sucker Punch that I have playing in the background. I rotate through the stinger, wartenberg wheel, agony cane, bag of rocks, and Thumper's Revenge, finally ending with having you turned around and facing me, with your eyes open, as I swing a braided cat o' nine tails down on your breasts, leaving nickel and dime-sized welts, and you get to watch the falls just miss your face over and over. You flinch every time, and after 8 times, I drop it, rush forward, slam your back against the door, crush my mouth against yours, driving my tongue into and around yours.

Before you get enough sanity to pay attention to the kiss, I stop quickly, take a step back, and sling my open hand across your face hard; your head snaps to the side, your eyes glaze just a bit, and you lean back towards me just as my hand that had been cocked back again comes in for a second hit. I slice the ropes holding your hands to the door with a knife, and you drop to the ground, dazed. I take the knot and drag you back to the bedroom, lay you on the bed facedown, and begin fucking your steamy cunt, with one hand around your throat, pressing in so hard you've begun to see stars.

I let go of your throat, and as you're gasping for breath after agonized breath, I yell, "Cum cunt, cum now!" and you cum over and over, uncontrollably, begging for more, though it surely hurts you to move, as you are bruised and battered terribly. You beg for permission to cum again, and my reply is, "No, there will be no cum for you until I wish it...but you will stay right there and beg, beg from the precipice of pleasure that you desire. Beg, you little bitch, you fucking whore, you beg for your orgasm, or I swear I will stop now, and you will be left hungry, hurting, and denied!"

You beg louder and louder, your pitch rising effortlessly, and I smack your ass hard, with the cane, and yell, "Cum now, fucking toilet whore!" and you can finally cum, and you do, oh goddamn you do, your body rocking with the force of it, squeezing my cock, bearing down on it, grinding it inside you. You squeeze me so hard I cum myself, while you are begging to cum again and again, your body driving you insane with lust and need, even while your mind screams against the injustice of too much, and I say, "Yes, you cum while I cum, I'm cumming, cunt, you fucking bitch, my cum inside you, damn!"

After I finish, I flip you over without warning, simply grabbing a leg, and crossing it over the other one quickly, shoving 4 of my fingers inside your cum cave, fingering your G-spot with my fingernails so hard, you almost feel your kidneys being impaled. You scream, "Holy shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, please Sir, can I cum, please, I wanna cum, I wanna cum so hard, oh hell, oh fuck!" "Cum cuntwhore, cum for me now!" You cum for a solid 10 minutes, my fingers constantly working in you, and you suddenly go catatonic for about 2 mins, your body shutting down from all the stimulus.

I lay there with you, my body entwined with you, over and under, and through you, our auras meshed, feelings as one, holding you, loving you, until you come back. We both lay there, gasping for every breath, and we tell each other, "I love you so much."

Amazing Mad-Woman Sex

"You have such a sensual whimper...and the moans keep bringing me to full hardness over and over." Your high pitched moans simply keep making me want to be inside you, taking you, throwing you over my knee, and spanking your gorgeous ass, leaning over and licking you, and spanking you some more, before throwing you onto your stomach, spreading your cheeks and driving my cock inside you, while holding your hands down, so you can't get away.

It's such a turn on, seeing your body splayed out before me, that I want to cum in your ass, turn you over, and fuck your cunt, while my cum drips out of your ass. I continue by grabbing a breast with one hand, and smacking it hard with the other. Now I am biting your nipples, grabbing your hair, pulling out of your pussy, and shoving my cock down your throat.

I quickly turn around, while you suck me hard, and spread your legs, so I can grip those pearly white thighs with my nails, widen your cunt lips with the fingers of one hand, and smack those tender bits quickly and sharply, with my other hand. I then attach my mouth to your cunt, to swallow you, as I finger you deeply, making you cum over and over, into my mouth, while choking you with my cock. You're having trouble breathing, and yet your cunt is still beating out orgasms, uncontrollably. You start trying to push up on my hips, to get some air in your lungs again, and I raise up, you take a quick breath, and I slam my cock back into your mouth, before you're able to finish taking that breath

Words aren't as important as reading and imagining me doing this to you, because you know how fucking hot it makes you, you dirty little slut. I know how fucking horny you are. I can smell it cumming off you in waves...your desire running rampant, demanding your body to give more and more, while I take it ALL from you, and it feels fucking amazing, your skin so hot to the touch, your nipples have been hard already, and your cunt is bleeding need isn't it...simply pouring out of you, begging for my cock, my mouth, and definitely my fingers, to be inside you, to cum with you, to know that you are so desired by me, to beg me to take you over and over, the desire isn't a want anymore...you NEED it! You just fucking need it everywhere!

Your mouth is watering for my cock too...your oral fixation demanding, craving my cock in your mouth, your tongue tasting me, your pussy bleating at you, fill me, fuck me, beat me, I don't care...give it, please, oh fuck, please, take me.

Your legs are still splayed wide, your pussy hungry for me to fuck you again and again. You are begging and screaming for me. I move you into the bathroom, and have you sit on a bucket, so we can fill it with your cum, and feel me shove my fingers in your cum cave, finger-fucking you over and over, as you huddle over me, your arms wrapped around me, kissing my face and shoulders, while I rape your cunt, and make you cum, and cum, and CUM so fucking hard...it's just all pouring out of you!

You are filling the bucket quite rapidly now. You feel your cum dripping along your thighs, and you reach down with one hand, to feel how hard my cock is for you. You know you want me inside you right now, you don't care, you don't need to cum again, just please, please, be inside you, please, you'll do anything, please, you want my hard dick, fucking your sweet cunt. You see the image in your mind, and it would be so wonderful, so fucking perfect, if I would just fuck you, and you don't care if you don't cum now, just please, my cock is so hard, you want it, you need it...and I don't let you get off the bucket...I'm still bringing your cum out of you...draining you, all that pent up sexual need inside you, emptying you, but filling the bucket.

I have you get up now, and step into the tub, kneel down, with your head back, eyes closed, and mouth open. I pick up the bucket, filled with your cum, and pour it over your head. The hot warm rush of all your orgasms filling your mouth, coating your hair and body, sends me into a hot need to fuck you, so that we can both be sliding over each other, enmeshed in your cum, shifting my self around so I can probe that sweet pussy with my man meat.

You can't take it anymore, your vision blurs, as you stand up, and promptly fall over on me, the bucket forgotten, the only thing that matters now, is to get my dick inside you as fast as you can. You climb across me, rubbing your cunt along my cock, dragging yourself back and forth, making my cock so wet, because you're so horny, and you need me inside you. You arch your hips forward, and feel my cock at the entrance...your mind is completely gone right now, you just know you need me inside your pussy, and everything will be right, and amazing, NOW! You slip down on me, feeling me fill you, feeling so tight, and you start moving back and forth, knowing what you're doing, but not caring at all...you are so lost in the feelings of the moment, that I have brought you through tonight, you feel it everywhere inside you, the tip of my cock at your cervix, your cunt pulsing around me, squeezing me, needing me, and you're begging me, kissing me, licking my neck, and coming back for more kisses, while I grab your hair, and force my mouth even harder onto yours.

You are riding me faster and faster, goddamn girl, you're gonna make me cum inside you...and you don't care, you want me to, you need me to...you put yourself here, and you slam my shoulders against the floor, shifting your hips back and forth even faster and faster...and you look down into my eyes, and your eyes are wild right now...the driving need in them, pouring out of you, your cum already dripping across my thighs, coating my balls, and you can't stop, and I cum so hard, my juices bursting out of me, spreading within you, causing a shudder to pass through your body.

I look into your eyes...and I see a wild woman, who is so incredibly aroused, that I cannot help but keep staring into her. I am feeling your soul devouring you, and you collapse, falling on top of me, my arms snaking around you, as you snuggle into me. You are whimpering and crying, and making both contented noises, and sobs, as I hold you tightly, and whisper into your ears, how amazing you are, and how happy I am to be the one that you have chosen.

Going that Extra Mile

You wake up, reaching a hand over, to stroke my leg, and wake me up for hopefully a morning orgasm...except, I'm not there? Wait, I'm always there. Where did I go?

Well, nothing to do but start your day, you suppose. You get out of bed, go into the kitchen, and start to prepare My coffee...you get the sugar and cream out, and open the coffee pot...and there's already a FULL POT!!! What the fuck? This is your duty. Who did this? Did I do this for Myself? Wait...did you do something wrong? Why would He make His own coffee, unless you did something to offend? He never does His own things. You quickly spin in place, and find that the clothes He had set out for Himself are gone too. He dressed Himself? That means He showered and washed Himself too....(whimper)...I want my duties...what happened? You quickly start running through the house, examining all of your duties - everything you're supposed to do is already done! Is He letting me go? Is that why i don't have anything to do? I don't want to leave, i love Him, i love serving and servicing Him. What did i do?!?

You hear a car in the driveway, and rush to the front window. THAT's not My car. That's not Me getting out. Who is that? The doorbell rings, and instead of the usual BUZZ BUZZ, a melodious female voice rings out, "Good morning, little one. I hope you got enough sleep last night. No, there is nothing for you to do. I have done it all. No, I am not telling you why."

You are quite confused now, and you open the door in a daze. "Hello?" You are staring at an unfamiliar man, in an unfamiliar outfit. He says, "Ah, there you are. I just won you last night in a card game. I think you will be an excellent addition to my household. Your master tells me you are properly subservient, fulfill every task assigned to you, and will never BALK at anything." At the word, BALK, your mouth stops working. You can think, and watch, but you are frozen in place, unable to make a sound, or move. This stranger then says, "Now, on your knees, slut, and suck my cock." To your horror, you immediately drop to your knees, open your mouth, and take his cock all the way into the back of your throat. (Why is my gag reflex not working, you think to yourself) You fuck his cock with your throat and mouth, sucking and swallowing around it. You're trying to stop yourself, but you can't. You seem to only be able to think and watch! It's not fair! Why would I bet you in a card game? You're not a chip or money. You're MINE. This strange man cums in a thick stream and you reflexively swallow all of it, not choking at all. (Strange)

"Alright slut. Stand up, and follow me to the car, then get into the passenger seat and buckle up," he says. You stand up, still naked, and it's 40 degrees outside! You walk to his car, open the door, and get in. You can't fight or stop yourself. (I don't want to do this! This is NOT my MASTER!! WAKE UP DAMNIT! FIGHT FREE!) You don't however. You are screaming in your mind, trying to find the switch that will make this horrible nightmare end, but you still buckle the seatbelt, and sit there, silently, as he gets in, and turns the air conditioning on, aimed only at you, up to full blast. (This is unconscionable! Danger Will Robinson, Danger! WAKE UP! ...and still nothing.) Your nipples are hard from the chill, the goosebumps prominent everywhere on your skin. Your pussy is sopping wet for some weird reason. The man looks at you, sniffs the air, apparently smells your sex, and says, "Cum, slut, until we reach your final destination." You begin to orgasm. He ties a blindfold around your eyes, then places a cloth hood over your head, to shut out the ambient light.

You are still cumming. You are still silent. You still cannot move. You are still screaming at your mind to wake up. You are crying because I've let you go. You are angry at me for betting you in a card game. You are still cumming. What feels like hours pass. You are still cumming. Time has no meaning here. You hear nothing. You only feel your orgasms...and the air conditioning feels good now...soothing, because of the heat you are putting out. You are still cumming. You cry inside, silently, and feel yourself die a petite morte over and over.

Thus ends this story line.