Whispers

“I feel like slapping this dumbhead,” Meg says while sipping her morning coffee.

“Why not?” Mada laughs.

Meg puts down her cup of coffee and slaps me hard in the face. The girls laugh.

It is the usual morning setting: I am kneeling on rice, topless, with metal clamps on my nipples, while my colleagues have their coffee and cigarette. Slapping is a new element, but I know how to behave.

“Thank you, Meg,” I say humbly.

“Thank you, Miss,” she corrects me.

“Oh, sorry. Thank you, Miss.”

“Worms like you are not entitled to address me by mere name.”

“Oh, I can see that, Miss.”

“Are you a worm then?” Mada asks.

“Yes, Miss, I am a worm.”

“OK. I have permanent marker here. I write it on your brow, for everybody to see.”

“Make it rather ‘dumbhead’, honey”, Fiora suggests. “Put the word ‘worm’ on her face, it is shorter.”

“Oh, splendid. And what about her other cheek?”

“Perhaps ‘bitch’ would be good,” Dana says, who isn’t very loquacious but tortures me with great delight.

“Excellent,” Mada says, performing the task with great care. “But there is still room on her chin.”

“Well, ‘slut’ seems convenient,” Fiora says.

“Wonderful.”

When she finishes her work among big laughs, I know what is my job.

“Thank you, Miss, for decorating me like this. May I kiss your hand?”

“You may. And I may slap you and I will.”

She does, with my kiss on her hand. The others are laughing and slapping me, too. I get a lot of slaps. When one girl stops, another starts again. My head shuttles like a pendulum. Slap! Slap! Slap! My cheeks are burning and the stinging hits make my tears come. They stop only when my nose starts bleeding. Then they finish their coffees and cigarettes while my head is hanging back to stop the bleeding.

“It was a beautiful slapping party,” Mada says. “After lunch we will get another. Now let’s see the cane.”

It is usual to give me two cane strokes per head, to make me more attentive to my work. But Fiora seems discontent.

“Two strokes per head doesn’t seem enough, girls” she says. “Let’s give her more.”

“You are fully right, Fiora”, Mada says. “From now on her bottom will get five strokes per head every day. Twenty altogether. Do you understand, bitch?”

“Yes, Miss, thank you, Miss”, I say humbly, kissing Mada’s hand again.

As my purse is sitting on the desk in front of me, I hear the beeps from the text message going off. My body fills with excitement because I know it’s from him. The text tells me “to be ready to show me the real slave you are all night long”. I feel my pussy getting hot just from the thought of what he was going to do to me. As I stare at the clock waiting to be done with work, I’m curiously thinking about what Master could be planning. I’m almost nervous for what he’s going to do tonight. But there’s nothing I want more than to be his dirty little slut.

I receive another text from master about an hour before I was to leave work. He was ordering me to remove my thong and bra and place them in my purse. As I walked into the bathroom to do so, I couldn’t help but pinch my nipples and slowly rub my breasts while taking off my bra. And as for my thong, I couldn’t help but insert a few fingers into my moist, aching cunt. I couldn’t wait to walk out this door and get home! The next hour seemed to drag on.

Finally I was walking to my car. The excitement was building in me. I wanted to get home more than anything. When I was on the way home I couldn’t help but insert a butt plug and masturbate. I wanted Master to tear me apart tonight, and really make me the sex slave I’ve always wanted to be. Before I knew it I was home. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what tonight would bring.

As soon as I walked into the door, Master was there. Waiting. He ordered me to turn off my phone, I would be to busy to take any calls. He sat down on the couch with a beer and told me to slowly undress, and he warned me, my thong and bra better be in my purse. He was pleased to see I obeyed him, and I knew that would be better for me in the end. As I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, my breasts fell out. He looked at my hard nipples and I saw a little smirk on his face. I pulled my skirt down making sure to bend over for a good amount of time with my legs spread so he could get a good look at my shaved pussy. He questioned me about the butt plug and told me that’s what a good slut did to get prepared. I threw him a soft smile. He called me over to the couch, an order which I quickly obeyed with no hesitation. He told me I was going to please his tonight. I always say I want to be more of a whore, so I need to prove myself. I knew this was finally my chance so I ripped off his shirt and started kissing along his neck, slowly worked down his body. I took my time licking and kissing every part of him till I got to his huge cock. I removed his jeans and boxers and starting slowly taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I took more and more every second, I wanted to tease him but just the sight of Master’s cock makes me want it. Before I knew it I was taking his whole cock in my mouth. I know how much Master likes his balls played with so I removed his cock from my mouth and took his balls in my mouth. Licking and sucking on them he moaned in pleasure. I can’t help but smile when I hear his moans, the more his squirms and moans, the more wet my pussy gets! I suck on his balls for what seems like an hour before he says “slut, I’m gonna come, you better take my load”. I know exactly what Master wants, so I move back up to his cock and let him explode all in my mouth. After swallowing his sweet cum I almost want to cum myself.

He then flips me onto the couch and kissing my breasts, he whispers “good slut, you know what Master likes”. He blindfolds me and carries me into the bedroom. I feel the ropes around my wrists and legs and have to hold back the moans of excitement. As he ties me to the bed I hear him. He tells me how I’ve been a good slut lately and hes going to fuck me so hard tonight. (I love when Master talks to me like the slut I am.) He continues to tell me that he’s going to slowly touch and kiss every part of my body while he plays with my huge breasts and flicks my nipples. But when he tells me hows he’s slowly going to eat me out and bang the shit out of me and I can’t make any noises or cum….well I almost want to orgasm right then and there!

Master gets out the butt plug I love and picks my ass up. He roughly inserts it and tells me to get comfy, cause I’ll be wearing it for a while. He starts with my neck, kissing and licking me slowing. I jump a bit when I feel him sink his teeth into my shoulder. I can’t control it but a little moan slips out and Master catches it. He said “I told you no moaning!” and twisted my hair in his hand. I bite my lip to try to control my moans. With a firm fist wrapped in my hair, Master makes his way to my nipples. They’ve been hard for hours which is just making them more sensitive. He licks them while massaging my breasts with his free hand. I feel his teeth and fingers twisting my nipples. Before I know it, all I can feel is clamps closing tightly on my nipples. I squirm and try to keep my moans silent.

Before I know it, all I feel is a huge dildo being shoved into my pussy by Master. He lets out a laugh and asks me how it feels. I tell Master how it feels amazing. With the dildo completely inserted in me, he starts licking me. Licking around the dildo, licking my clit, everything! I felt him spread my clit apart and start licking. The tongue ring Master has is amazing. He’s just amazing at eating pussy. He licked my clit for what seemed like hours. I was trying harder than ever to keep my moans silent and not cum. But god knows I really wanted to cum more than anything. Master randomly removed the dildo and as he did I begged him to let me cum. I kept repeating “please Master, please let me cum. Theres nothing I want more than to cum right now. Oh, please Master, I’ll do anything!” Master finally let out a laugh and said “yes slut you can cum..but only once for now!” As the cum squirted out of me, I felt my body relax, and I let out a loud moan. I hear another laugh from Master as he said “you always squirt!” (I can’t help it. Master just does it to me. I can’t control what my body does when hes eating me out or fucking me.) We both know that he loves it.

Master unties me and places some pillows under my ass. I know whats coming. Even though he untied me, I won’t dare move because I know Master will punish me. He removes the butt plug and tells me I’m a good whore as he inserts his huge cock into my ass. I feel him trusting in and out, going slower then faster. He fucks my ass till he cums multiple times. When he pulls out, I feel his tongue running along my ass. I wanna moan in pleasure, but I hold back. Master knows how much I enjoy when he eats my ass out. He inserts the butt plug once again and goes back to fucking my pussy. I feel his cock thrusting in and out, in and out. Getting harder and deeper with each pump. I move my hips in rythem with him, trying to take as much of that thick cock that I could.

After he had cummed again, I suddenly pulled him out of me and went crazy sucking his hard cock and balls. I sucked on his balls for at least 30 minutes until he came in my mouth again. Master then decided I had been such a good slut that he wanted to eat me out again. But this time it was different because before he went back to my clit, he told me I was allowed to moan and cum. Since I got his permission I screamed as loud as possible and squirted multiple times. Master swallowed as much of my cum as possible and hours later finally took my blindfold off.
We decided to shower and I sucked him off till we fell asleep.

Master gave me the night I thought he would, and I can’t wait till we get another night like this. Hopefully Master surprises me like this a bit more!!

From the first occasion when I got corporal punishment, the girls in my office room consent that my work improved. So the three girls (Mada the boss, Dana and Meg) agreed that I had to undergo a regular discipline. The office manager gave her consent, too. Since that on arriving in the morning, when the others have their refreshing coffee, I enjoy a refreshing kneeling on rice. It is fantastically painful, you wouldn’t think how much. The girls are mocking me. It lasts from a quarter of an hour to half an hour. Flora from the neighboring room frequently visits us to see how I suffer. She has proposed putting metal clamps on my nipples. The girls decided to strip my upper body, I kneel topless, with the biting clamps on my nipples which are frequently tweaked by the girls. When they finished their coffee, I get two cane strikes on my bare bottom from each of them. They say it improves my work. It is a very merry event, the girls are mocking and joking, while I am moaning. Loud wailing is punished by extra strokes.

“To make you more attentive in your work”, Mada says, “now you will sit on a hairbrush with your bare ass. Do you deserve it, bitch?”

“Yes, I do, thank you”, I reply obediently. Having welts on my bottom, it is of course a torture.

“Make it tacks”, Flora suggests.

“We’ll try it, thank you, Flora.”

Meg laughs.

“Let’s make her sit on a pin-cushion.”

“Excellent idea. Rubina, kiss Meg’s hand for it.”

I humbly kiss the hand of the girl. She laughs ticklishly and pinches my breasts painfully.

“Thank you”, I say, kissing her both hands again, among loud laughter from my other colleagues.

Comments: I am an assiduous clerk, working together with three other girls in a room of our office. Our work is simple bookkeeping. It is very boring and I frequently make mistakes. Then I am chided by our gang boss, the pretty Mada, while the two other girls giggle. Meg and Dana enjoy my humiliation, they often taunt me because I am so stupid.

Now Mada is very angry. In her anger she slaps my face, Meg and Dana laughing mockingly. When I protest, she simply says: “You deserved it, didn’t you?” And I reluctantly admit that I did.

“Well, then. If you make another mistake, you grab your ankles and I whip you.”
And I make another mistake very soon.

“It wasn’t a joke, Rubina. Grab your ankles.”

I would protest but I get an enormous slap in my face.

“Come on. Obey, bitch.”

So I grab my ankles, Mada tucks up my skirt, pulls down my panties and starts whipping my bare bottom with her belt. The two other girls are laughing and mocking. I moan with pain. I wriggle. Mada beats me very long, my buttocks are on fire. Then the others come, I get my portion from Meg and then from Dana, too. I am sobbing.

Fiora comes from the neighboring room.

“What are you doing?”

“Punishing this stupid bitch.”

“Oh. Don’t miss to make her kneel on rice.”

And they don’t miss it.

I’ve had this fantasy for a long time, ever since someone in my acting class said he went to a hypnotist to help him get over his stage fright. I’ve had a lot of different versions of this fantasy. It’s the one fantasy I turn to when I want to make sure I can cum.

In the fantasy, I have decided to see a hypnotist for some reason. It doesn’t really matter why. I’m a little nervous when I go in for my first appointment. He greets me warmly as I go into the office. I see him checking me out. I have a nice body, if I do say so myself, nice breasts, not too big, toned legs that usually get a lot of looks. His office has a big leather couch, which I sit on.

He starts to put me under. I feel myself getting very sleepy. Pretty soon I am totally lost in his voice. When he sees how far under I am, that’s when he decides to make his move.

He gets up and comes over to the couch. “You will do whatever I say. You will have no control at all. You are not able to resist me.” I hear his words like from a long way away.

He comes closer. “Take off your shirt.” I try to resist but it does no good. My fingers are already unbuttoning it like they have a mind of their own. I strip out of my shirt.

“Now your bra.” Pretty soon my tits are exposed. He starts to fondle me with both hands. I try to push him away. “You are paralyzed,” he says. “You can’t move.” My body goes limp. I want to get away, but I just can’t seem to move.

“Stop! You can’t do this!” I say. “You can not speak,” he replies. Not a word. Just like that, I can’t say anything.

He stops fondling my tits so he can unzip his pants. I see with shock that he has a massive erection. I want to run away but all I can do is lie there limp. I am totally paralyzed and he knows it. “Open your mouth” he commands. I do it.

“You want to make me cum. My cum is the most delicious thing in the world to you. You will do anything to make me cum in your mouth.” All those things are suddenly true. I want to taste his hot salty spunk so bad. It’s all I can think about.

“You can move again. You don’t want to get away. All you want to do is make me cum in your mouth.” I know what he is doing to me, but that doesn’t matter. I take him in my mouth eagerly, I want it so bad. I suck him enthusiastically. All I can think of is how bad I want to taste his cum.

He gives it to me quick. When he starts to spurt, I slurp up his cum as fast as I can. The taste is incredible. I scoop what dribbles out of my mouth onto my fingers and lick them, it’s so good.

He zips his pants back up. I think that’s it but he’s not done, not by a long shot. “You are incredibly horny. You want to cum so bad that you think you might die if you can’t. You will do anything to cum right now.” His words come true.

“Get undressed,” he orders. “Masturbate.” I strip off what is left of my clothes. Instantly my fingers are down stroking my clit. My God, it feels so good.

“You can’t cum without my permission. Nothing you do will make you cum unless I say so.” My orgasm slips away. I move my fingers faster over my clit. I am dying for it but nothing seems to work. I can get so close but it just won’t happen.

“Beg me to let you cum.”

“Please let me cum! I need it so bad!” I am so desperate that I am almost in tears. “I have to cum! Please, please, please let me cum!” I can tell that he is getting turned on again.

“You are paralyzed again,” he says. Instantly my body goes limp. I am still dying to cum and now I can’t move.

He turns me over like a rag doll and bends me over the couch. I can’t move a muscle to stop him. He strips off all his clothes. From the corner of my eye I can see he is erect again.

“You can’t speak. You can only make moaning sounds. You want my cock inside you.” I start to moan in my need.

He grabs my hips. “You want this so bad.” I can’t say a word. I can only moan.

He shoves his erection in me. It feels so good! I am moaning like crazy. My body is totally limp. “You want my cum inside you. You want me to fill you up.” And I do, I really do.

He fucks me like that for a long time. I feel like a doll, totally unable to move. I am bound within my own mind. I want to cum, I want him to cum in me, but there is nothing I can do but lie there.

He fucks me harder. I moan louder. “Cum now! Cum!” he commands. I scream. He spurts inside me, just like I want him to, and I cum harder than I have ever cum before.

I think that’s the end. It is not, it’s only the beginning. He plants a bunch of suggestions in my mind. He tells me that no matter what I do, from now on on I can never cum without his permission. He also tells me that every day when I get home from work I will become incredibly horny and I will need to cum so bad that I can’t think of anything else. He says that I will strip myself naked and then call him on my cell phone.

He sets up an appointment for me. Every Friday I will come back to his office. He says that every Friday morning when I wake up I will look forward to the appointment all day.

His mind control works. Every day as soon as I get home I am instantly horny. I can hardly wait to get my clothes off and call him, because I know it is the only way that I can cum. I finger my dripping pussy when I am dialing the phone. I am so eager to talk to him that I’m shaking. As soon as he answers he hypnotizes me over the phone.

He makes me do all kinds of things. He makes me stand naked in the window and expose myself to the neighbors. He tells me I want to do it and I do. He makes me masturbate openly while I beg him to cum. Sometimes he lets me and sometimes he doesn’t. He commands me to fuck myself with a bottle while I moan for him over the phone. He tells me to take dirty pictures of myself and send them to him. Every Friday he hypnotizes me and uses my body for sex. He makes me tell him all the things I don’t like to do and then he makes me want him. His control over my mind is complete.

I have a wonderful relationship with a wonderful boyfriend who treats me right. Most of the time we have a great sex life. But there is one sexual fantasy I have that I think about all the time.

Sometimes when I am having sex with my boyfriend, I want him to grab my wrists and pin me down and just go to town on me. I want him to fuck me really hard, over and over again until we both scream.

When I masturbate I usually fantasize about him being rough with me. I think about him squeezing my tits really hard and biting my shoulder until it makes me gasp. Thinking about him being rough with my body really turns me on. I think about how he pulls off my shirt and then keeps squeezing my tits hard. I imagine him getting so excited I can see his cock getting hard right through his jeans. When I’m fantasizing about that, I like to grab my tits as hard as I can and squeeze.

When I can’t take it any more, I imagine him pulling off my pants. He’s so excited he has to have me right then and there. I fantasize that he strips naked and lets me see how hard he is. He holds me down tightly so I can’t get away. He shoves his cock in so deep, it feels so good!

He keeps holding me down the whole time he fucks me silly. I cum over and over again and he doesn’t stop. He just pounds me nice and hard until he cums deep inside me. Then we lie on the bed all tangled up together.

My boyfriend is a very sweet guy. I haven’t told him how much I want him to fuck me hard because he always talks about how guys who do stuff like that don’t really respect women. I tried to explain once that sometimes we just like to be pushed up against the wall and fucked. How can I get him to fuck me hard?

My hubby found this site looking for bondage pics. He decided I need to post something here.

I am sitting in front of the computer naked typing this. My hubby is sitting next to me and playing with my tits. He wants me to post this under my real name and he wants me to tell everyone that he just got done fucking me. He says I should describe what he did.

First he took off all my clothes. He pushed me down on the bed face down. Then he got out my favorite paddle. It’s black leather with fur on one side. He paddled me nice and hard until I was squirming, that paddle always gets me wet!

When I was good and wet he plowed me from behind doggy-style. He fucked me hard and made me cum over and over again. Then when he was finished he showed me this site.

He wants me to say that I still have his cum dripping out of me. He’s pinching my nipples now making me write this. He wants me to write my dirtiest, raunchiest fantasy I can think of.

It starts out with him showing me off in front of some of his friends. He talks about how big my tits are and how good I am in bed. One of them asks for proof. So he makes me take off my shirt and show them. He bounces my tits in his hands to show how perky they are.

His friends start getting all turned on. He says that it’s my fault for getting them so turned on & now I have to do something about it. He says that I need to make them all cum. i need to suck them all off until they cum in my mouth.

They all like that idea a lot & take off their clothes. I can see that they are all hard. I am getting pretty turned on too. The first one stands in front of me & they all line up behind him. I reach out to stroke him & my husband says no, you have to use your mouth. He holds my hands behind me.

I lean over & start to suck. It doesn’t take long! He’s so turned on that he pops in my mouth right away. Then it’s the next one’s turn!

I keep sucking them all one at a time until every one of them cums in my mouth. My hubby is holding my hands behind my back the whole time. By the time I am finished they are getting turned on again from watching! The first one is already hard again.He coms over & says he wants Round 2. My hubby is still holding my hands & he says do it. So I start sucking him again. I take his cock in my mouth & start slurping on it.

This time it takes him longer to cum. He makes me suck him for a long time before he blows. When he cums he pops off all over my face. My face is dripping with his jizz. The other guys are turned on by that & say they want another round too! I suck & slurp until every one of them finishes all over my face.

My hubby just told me how he can’t believe I fantasize about something like that. I said I have a lot of nasty sex fantasies he doesn’t know about. He says if I like that so much he is going to hold me down and cum on my face & then make me walk around outside all covered in cum. I think he means it! His cock is getting hard. I am going to go suck him. Bye for now!

“From now on you are not allowed to say a word,” he tells me.

I am wearing a slinky black dress. There is nothing on underneath it, his orders. We get into the car. He refuses to answer any of my questions.

We pull up in front of a hotel. I’ve never been there before. Warm light glows from all the windows. The sun is just setting, filling the sky with red. The hotel looks ritzy, expensive.

I expect him to check in. He holds my hand and leads me to the elevators instead, bypassing the front desk. We ride up about twenty floors. “From now on you are not allowed to say a word,” he tells me.

We walk down a long hallway carpeted in red and gold. He leads me to the suite at the end of the hall. He has the key card in his pocket. The doors open. It is pitch black inside, I can’t see a thing.

He puts his hand on my back. “Inside,” he says. I step into the darkness. He follows behind me and closes the door. I reach for a light switch but his hand stops me. He guides me further in.

I feel his hands on my shoulders. He kisses the back of my neck. The shades are drawn, I can’t see anything. He moves his lips over my shoulder.

Another hand touches me. I jump in surprise. He puts his hand over my mouth from behind. “Shh,” he says. “Not a word.”

More hands touch me. I feel them on my sides and on my breasts. Someone kisses me in the darkness. I don’t know who it is. I feel my pulse start to quicken. Even more hands touch my body.

Soon they are all over me. I feel them reaching in to fondle my breasts. I can’t help moaning. Someone feels for the clasp on the back of my dress. It falls away. Lips and tongues kiss my body, breasts, nipples. Hands move up and down my thighs. My heart beats even faster. Fingers press inside me, oh God it feels so good.

They lead me over to the bed. I can’t see it but I can tell its big. The hands push me down. I’m lying on my back. Someone spreads my legs apart. A tongue runs up my thigh. More tongues lick my nipples. Someone is over me, kissing me. I can’t see who it is. I hear the rustle of clothes coming off. Bare skin touches me. The head of a cock brushes against my lips. I open my mouth to let it in.

A tongue finds my clit. I moan. Hands stroke every inch of my body. The cock in my mouth gets harder. I suck and slurp on it. I’m so turned on, not being allowed to talk makes it even more exciting.

It doesn’t take long. Soon I am coming, hard. I buck so hard the hands have to hold me down. The man who I’m sucking on feels my excitement. He comes too, I feel him gush in my mouth. I swallow him down.

Someone presses on top of me. I feel the weight of his naked body on my skin. He kisses my neck gently. Then he thrusts,and I feel him inside me. I moan again. I want to tell him to go harder, faster, but I am not allowed to speak.

He thrusts into me. More lips kiss my shoulders. Someone strokes my leg. I feel another orgasm build up. I wrap my arms around my mystery lover and come again, even harder than the first time. His body answers mine. I hear him groan, then he spurts hot cum into me.

The men linger over me. I don’t know how long I am there. I lose track of time. They kiss and caress my body. They take turns with me. I don’t know how many times I come, how many times they come inside me and in my mouth. Their hands are everywhere, all over me. They keep having sex with me again and again until we are all exhausted.

I feel like I doze for a little while, I can’t tell for sure. I hear him whisper in my ear, “It is time to go.” He hands me my dress. I get up carefully from the tangle of bodies and put it on in the darkness. He leads me out the door.

We go back down the hall to the elevator. I see myself in the mirrored walls of the elevator. My dress is wrinkled and my hair is a mess. There is still cum dripping down my legs. I look like I’ve been having sex for hours.

We get to the car. “Now you can speak again,” he tells me. He won’t tell me how many men there were, or who they were. It’s something I will never know.

I know she had been watching me. I could feel it every time I had my back to the room. Who she was exactly I am not sure but I knew the weight of her gaze. It burned and tingled all at the same time. I knew that I shouldn’t feel the way I did. I knew that this boring gaze should have me running in the opposite direction. Any rational person would go to the police with such a stalker but she made me feel wanted even sexy. I could feel my arousal heighten each time the hair on the back of my neck prickled.

I was at a club the first time she approached me. The music pounded its rhythm into the ground as it reverberated into every dancers chest making each person more willing to throw reason aside and move as primitively as we were meant to move. I wanted abandon that night, I sought it as no other before me. With each drink, each new song the disc jockey played I threw myself into abandon. I willed it to catch me and whisk me away forcing me to leave behind all inhibitions.

What did it matter if this man’s hard protruding member rubbed against my back? I didn’t care who groped me or what hand brushed my throbbing cunt. It was then, with the room spinning, the lights flashing and the music blaring that she chose to stalk over to me. It was as if all the world slowed down at her approach. Instead of the heavy beating of the bass filling me the only thing I could hear was the sharp clippity clap of her heels against the hard floor. I knew it was her, I knew the moment I felt her eyes fall on the center of my back and I felt the familiar prickle of hair rise. My heart beat to every striking clap of her heels. I couldn’t bring myself to turn and finally find the face of my stalker. I could only focus on the sound her heels made and marvel at how it seemed that with each strike of the ground my cunt seemed to beat even harder.

She stood so close I could feel the hot push of her breath against my ear. She was all fire and velvet. Strikingly smooth ivory hands reached for my arms as her voice tumbled forth from her mouth, “Come” she said. That one word vibrated straight to my core leaving me breathless and weak kneed. It was not a soft inquiring tone it was an order poured over gravel muffled by the finest velvet. My limbs obeyed her order as though built only for obedience to her. I was marched off the dance floor with her powerful gasp upon my forearms and the heat of her body pressed tightly against my back.

The fear in the pit of my stomach mingled with the previously consumed drinks made my head spin. I had a thousand questions roaring in my head, banging uselessly against my intoxicated brain. The alcohol made me stupid and all real thought was covered in a blanket of haze. I almost stumbled when we reached the street. The cold and relative brightness of the street lamps made me want to struggle so that I could escape into the darkened warmth of the club. Just as I was about to try for an escape her voice rumbled forth again in a commanding but oddly conversational way, “try and escape and learn what happens to little girls who don’t follow orders”. Regardless of the casualness in her voice I knew she would not make empty threats. As I relaxed my limbs she made some exotic sound that she was able to pass as a form of approval. In any other situation that utterance could have been described as a moan. The moment it fell from her lips I gave an involuntary shutter. I could feel a very real animal desire rise in me, causing the meeting of my thighs to grow damp with want.

As we neared a darker street I could make out the outline of a very sleek black Sedan. I quivered with fear and anticipation. As we neared the Sedan a very tall androgynous womyn got out of the car dressed rather elegantly in all black. Her thin frame was complimented by her fiery red hair and moonlight kissed skin. Her oval face perfect in every way. It was too dark to see her eyes but I knew with the same certainty as being completely aware of my stalker that her eyes would be the softest jade green. She stole my breath surer then any blow to my person. Taken aback with her as I was I failed to notice the role of duct tape in her hands. My unseen captor held me steady as she came toward me with more grace then any gazelle. She moved as though the air held a secret rhythm that played only for her pleasure. The street light played with the rich red of her hair as she came within kissing distance of me. I knew then what Athenians must have felt being in the presence of their deities. I could scarcely breath with want to touch her and fear to run in the other direction. When her smooth hands made contact with my burning flesh I knew I would never want to be touched by another for as long as I lived. I had thought my unseen captor had been power incarnate but upon seeing this great beauty I knew that power was not hard nor rough as my unseen captor appeared to be but a gentle owning of one’s will. There was no giving of my consent, this goddess did not need consent for she owned me. I had only known the illusion of free will until I had met my Mistress.