Origins
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While this should more than likely serve as the conclusion to the story,I fear that it will not be read if written as such. And being the sort of storythat it is, I suppose the greatest hope is that it will not be finished, unlessout of curiosity and with a sense of carnal completion, so to speak.
This is a love story. It's neither chaste nor gentle, is messy and oftenbrutal, and its completion is uncertain. My experiences are not contrived;what you will read is my life, as best I can articulate it. There are no beautifulsunsets, no family-style restaurants. This is the truth, with all of its failingsand untidiness. But do not doubt that what you read is a love story, and oneof the greatest sort.
As horrid and trite as it sounds, Knox and I met online in the early summerof 2002 in a bondage forum. We began email correspondence shortly thereafterand within two weeks had exchanged photographs. I was pleased with His appearance,brown hair, slightly gray around the temples, strong build, a rugged look aboutHim—everything I had envisioned my Dominant to be. We were soon talkingby phone most days, and I looked forward to our meeting with excitement anda fair bit of apprehension. He spoke to me as none had before, and while theconversations often had an intense sexual tension, we never had "phone sex." Rather,we spoke of our thoughts regarding Dominance and Submission, our mutual attractionfor the psychological control and our mutual disdain for purely physical sceningand temporary play. He did ask, after a while, that I address Him as Sir, whichwas oddly strange and very difficult for me. As submissive as I knew I was,it was a very unsettling thing to say.
After this sort of exchange for about three months, we decided a visit wasin order, and as I have a roommate, determined that it was best and more practicalfor me to come to Him. So on a Friday in August, I drove the hour and a halfto his town, where I waited for him outside a local bookstore. I sat outsidethe store, wearing simply jeans and a brown sweater, chained smoked, and talkedon my cell phone to a friend for about ten minutes, worried that He had changedHis mind. A call from Him interrupted and He told me that He had been therefor over thirty minutes, sitting in His car, just watching. He only commentedon the number of cigarettes I had smoked. As I tried to nonchalantly look forHis car, feeling rather foolish, I saw Him walking toward me from the parkinglot. He was wearing gray slacks and a white buttoned-down dress shirt and hada slight smile on His face. I stood to meet Him, unsure what to do—dowe shake hands? Hug? Rather, He said, "Hello Emma," and walked past me to openthe door into the store, where I followed Him, somewhat taken aback, to thecoffee counter. He proceeded to order lattes, decaf for me, and then led meback outside to a table.
I sat hesitantly across from Him, looking into my coffee.
"Was the ride up ok?" He asked.
"Yes, it was fine. I actually didn't get lost," I replied, smiling at Him.
He looked at me pointedly and frowned. "Excuse me?"
"The ride was fine," I repeated.
"I understood your answer the first time," He said, "but you are to use'Sir' when addressing me. I will not repeat myself. Is this understood?"
I nodded my assent, again studying my coffee, and mumbled, "yes, Sir."
Knox leaned forward and proceeded to elucidate His instructions for therest of the weekend. He explained that I was not to speak unless spoken to,that I was to keep my eyes lowered (which was a most welcome instruction asit seemed natural and the easiest thing to do) in His presence, and that Iwas not allowed to sit on any furniture, unless given other instruction.
As He talked, the realization of my situation became clearer to me, andwhile I was unsettled, to say the least, I felt somewhat strangely comforted.The rules were clear, as were His expectations. At this point I had drank abouthalf of my latte and felt the effects. He stood, ready to leave, and I askedif I could be excused for a moment.
"Why?" Knox asked.
"To go to the restroom, Sir," I said softly.
He leaned in close. "Does the little cunt have to pee?" He said.
I swallowed hard, my eyes closing slowly then opening. "Yes, Sir."
He nodded and put his hand on the back of my neck. "Not now. You may whenwe get home." With that, He led me to His car, an older BMW. Opening the door,He instructed me to sit with my hands together against my lower back. As Heslid into the driver's seat, He leaned over disapprovingly. Putting His handbetween my knees, he opened my legs slightly.
"You are never to completely close your legs." Moving His hand to my face, "oryour mouth. To remind you that you're available to me whenever I wish." I partedmy lips slightly, to which He simply replied, "lovely."
I don't remember much of the ride. It was short, and Knox had Iztak Pearlmanon the CD player. I know for certain that my stomach was rather in knots, butit comforted me when He occasionally touched my hair or leg. As apprehensiveas I was, I was never truly afraid.
We reached the house, a lovely but unobtrusive two-story brick, and He ledme through the front door into the foyer. Without pretense He told me wherethe bedroom was, and directed me to completely undress for His inspection.I did so shakily, folding my jeans and sweater, and stood nervously, my handsclasped together in front of me, watching the door. He entered and withoutlooking at me pointed to the bathroom. I sighed with relief and went in, closingthe door.
"I didn't say that you were allowed to close that." He said loudly fromthe next room.
I opened the bathroom door and went to the toilet, my face hot from thethought of Him hearing me. He didn't comment further, so I went, as quietlyas I thought possible, washed my hands and returned to the bedroom, where Hewas removing His watch at the dresser.
"Go to the bed and lie down on your back, arms at your sides." He said,still not looking at me.
I did so, trembling as He walked over, still fully dressed. He sat downbeside me, and I closed my eyes as He smoothed my hair away from my face. Runninghis hands down in-between my breasts, He laughed softly, "Well, you certainlydidn't misrepresent yourself, did you? They are quite…small."
I flinched inwardly at His comments as Knox moved His hand softly and slowlyaround my breasts. Without warning He took my left nipple tightly between Hisforefinger and thumb, "But these are rather large, aren't they?"
Opening my eyes at the rough touch and question, I looked up at Him.
"Aren't they?"
"Yes, Sir." I responded, as He pinched harder.
He continued, squeezing my nipple tighter until I moaned softly. He thenreleased it, but quickly moved onto the other breast, kneading it roughly,twisting my nipple as I clenched my hands next to me.
"I will very much enjoy hurting these," He said as He continued the unimpededabuse, "That is what they are intended for. You do understand that, I know.Your tits, these nipples, your cunt and asshole, all designed for my pleasure."
I nodded slightly, and realized that I had been making small whimperingnoises, partly out of fear, partly out of the pain He was inflicting. And yet—Imade no move to leave, showed no sign of resistance to His actions.
"Spread your legs. Wider. Now bend your knees slightly." He said, standingand moving to the armoire. I did so, embarrassed, my nipples aching from Histouch, my legs shaking from uncertainty. He came back to the bed and withouta word attached nipple clamps to my already throbbing breasts, adjusting theirtightness to an almost unbearable point. He took the chain between them tomy lips and instructed to hold it there in my mouth. I took it between my teethgingerly as holding it caused my nipples to stretch painfully.
He moved away from me again, toward my still spread legs. "Do not let thatfall out of your mouth."
"Now, I'm going to examine your pussy," He explained as His hands touchedthe inside of my thighs, "Spread your legs wider."
I tried to do so, my legs aching, but wanting to please Him.
"Good girl. Just a bit wider."
I moaned through my teeth and did so, feeling as if I were going to split,the cool air of the room making me shiver slightly. His hands went to my cunt,spreading it open obscenely, and I involuntarily closed my legs a bit. Knoximmediately slapped my leg, hard, causing me to pull on the chain attachedto my nipples. Tears filled my eyes as I struggled to open my legs wide enoughagain.
As He opened me again, I froze, trying to overcome the intense feelingsof shame and embarrassment. "This," He said, running His finger up and downmy cunt, "is no longer yours to concern yourself with. It belongs to me, andis mine to use as I see fit. There is nothing to discuss, nothing to strugglewith. If you accept that, and realize that there simply is no choice for youto make, it will go much easier for you."
Knox continued to rub my increasingly wet pussy, stopping occasionally totug on or tap my clit. He inserted a finger slowly into me, moving it around.He added another, and I groaned at the pressure. With two fingers in my cunt,His other hand roughly manipulated my clit, and I felt, astonishingly, an orgasmbuilding. He, however, abruptly stopped, removing His fingers and leaving mewith an intense frustration.
Moving back up the bed, He took the chain from my mouth and removed bothclamps. As the blood rushed back into my nipples I closed my eyes tightly.He rubbed my face with His thumb, knowing my discomfort.
"Get on your hands and knees, face on the bed."
I looked at Him questioningly, and He slapped my face. Hard. "Do it now."
With my cheek stinging, and close to tears, I quickly moved onto my knees,ass in the air, and waited for what He would do. He sat on the edge of thebed, and ran His hands over my upturned ass, moving His fingers up and downthe crack. I didn't know what to do; I was afraid, to move, to object, to obey.And yet, I remained still, allowing Him access, as I began to understand thatHe was right. I belonged to Him and He would do as He desired, regardless ofmy will.
I felt a cold glob of something, and knew His intentions as He began topush His finger into my asshole.
"Shhh…be a good girl. Relax and push back against my finger. That'sit."
He continued to push, and I began to cry and tried to do as He had said.It felt, it felt, like immense pressure. I was more humiliated, both by Hiswords and actions, than hurt. When He removed His finger, I felt relieved,yet oddly empty, although He was to remedy that.
Again I felt the pressure, but this time from something larger. "This, Emma,is your plug. I'm going to put it in your ass, and you will wear it often,and it will remind you of your position and your ownership."
He pushed the plug into me insistently as I tried to accommodate it, stillcrying. He moved it in a bit, pulled it back, and then pushed it a bit fartheruntil it was entirely inside me.
"Stand up."
I stood, feeling as if I had to keep my legs open a bit because of the invadingplug. He led me into the living room, where I stood unsurely as He turned onthe television and sat on the couch.
"Go to the corner and stand with your feet a foot away from the wall."
I did so, shaking, my tears drying on my face.
"Now lean forward slightly. That's right. Nose into the corner. You looklike such a little slut, your buttplug showing between those legs."
And that is how I stood, uncomfortably, for His pleasure. Naked, humiliatedat the position and openness, my nose against the wall, the plug displayedto Him.
This is the end of the first chapter. It does continue rather nicely, andI'd be happy to share if so desired.
Oceana
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