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willing to be led to captivity
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willing to be led to captivity every time she thinks about their next session, her heart pounds, her face flushes with excitement, thoughts tumbling through the roiling conduits of her brain like a mountain river after a spring storm, she lives for this she thinks, a man who constantly challenges her, tests her, pushes her to her limits and beyond, allows her to give in to the desire to throw the yoke of convention off her delicate shoulders, she finds him there, waiting, with his quiet grace and acceptance, his concerned yet somehow stolid presence, his confident arrogance at once frustrating yet so entrancing… it isn’t love she thinks, knowing neither one of them could go down that path, but there is a deep and profound trust, a compatibility of personality, a comfort knowing that any subject was open for discussion, that candor and forthrightness was somehow sufficient, that the exchange of the male/female dynamic worked, they mesh, they laugh, they live with their sensual pleasures without guilt or the worry about what others think, they have each other for good times, and let tomorrow come what may. comes friday night, she floats home from work, distracted and a bit bemused about her ever increasing anticipation, she throws off her clothes as she walks to the bathroom to shower, with that ache that starts at the base of the spine with want, her desire palpable, she wants nothing more than to position the shower head towards her pussy, wants to feel that pulsing pleasure on her clit, the warm flow, her knees weak, she wants to but, no, she cannot, he has ordered her never to touch herself without his permission, that somehow he would know, this man, this entrancing intriguing man whose perceptive abilities border on the paranormal, he would know and punish her, and punishment would be… oh god, what temptation, she thinks, but no. she will be obedient… exiting the shower, she dries herself, with her desire checked but rising, she carefully pats herself dry, yet the soft chenilled caress of her towel makes her nipples tautly erect, her skin sensitive, her vagina and anus full of hungry longing to be full, she wants his essence in her, she wants him everywhere, she licks her trembling lips in ravenous want, to feel his upon hers, their tongues darting, his kisses somehow touch her in some deep and profoundly meaningful place in her psyche, she loses herself in wonder, thinking of his power, how he grabs the back of her neck as he hurts her, with the pleasure/pain driving her to deep jungian places, to a spot where nothing but immediacy exists, of sensuality and elemental joy, how she lives for it, hungers, and thinks, my god, if he ever goes, i will waste away… in his text he tells her to drive to a place outside the city, an area she doesn’t know, she wonders what is in store for her, she worries about using her gps, she is so bad at it, laughs at her teenage angst at the thought of being late, how it would displease him, has gone onto her computer ten times to review the route. she dresses herself exactly as he wants, wonders why lingerie and heels does nothing for him, yet she knows what soft cotton bikinis and a tight tank top with no bra do for him, she would put on a potato sack if that is what he wants, her desire so strong to lose herself within his wishes, and laughs ironically the recollection of going to target to buy inexpensive underwear, laughs at women and their propensity to buy expensive slinky lingerie. short skirt and man tailored blouse go over her underwear, she knows he doesn’t care about shoes, she puts on her sexiest, loves how it makes her walk a certain way, she spends too much time in front of the mirror, worrying if he will like how she looks, she and her thoughts wander to their last session, which makes her so wet she needs to change her panties… she does so, and feeling silly, she puts a pad on to ensure she will be perfect for him, she wants everything to be right, she knows her drive will be full of anticipatory thoughts, she hopes she can pay attention to the road. she drives, she arrives, and notifies him. he texts her to come around the back of the building, exit the car, and wait, and stand facing her car door, and of course, without hesitation, with her eager nerve-tingling expectancy rising exponentially, she does so, she looks around in the dark, seeing nothing, the quiet night shattering her adrenaline filled thoughts, she waits, tense, taut, yet aching with desire… do not turn around, she hears a husky whispered voice say, or you will be hurt. do what you are told, and you will be ok. disobey, and you will regret it.. she is stunned…is it him? it almost sounds like him, but she never heard this tone of voice…she obeys, feels his presence get closer, do not move, the voice says, as blinders are put over her eyes, rough hands wrap her wrists, forcing arms behind her, she hears the raspy tearing sound of duck tape, feels its sticky tight binding as he wraps it around her wrists, feels his body brushing her back, tries to perceive if it feels like him, but she cannot tell, she cannot, her heart starts to sink, the suddenly panicked and overwhelmingly alarming fear overtakes her she want to say something, but as soon as he ties her arms behind her, he wraps a scarf around her mouth, ties it taughtly around her head, he says nothing, she inhales deeply through her nose, to see if she recognizes his smell, she listens for his breathing, is it him or not? has she made a fatal mistake? he tells her he is going to have his way with her, here, and then somewhere secret, where no one will hear her if she screams. do as you are told, obey me now, and later you might even enjoy this.. she nods her head vigorously no, she will not, she cannot, yet inside her soft and soon to be yielding delicate defense, she hopes that this new experience will take her to new levels, the danger, the unknowing sends electric waves of pleasure through her body.he presses her against the car, she feels the heat of his crotch on her ass, tries once again to sense if it is him, yet cannot, she wonders if anyone can see them in this dark yet public area, she feels his hand run delicate traces around her waist, slowly rising towards her breasts, he cups them outside her shirt, briefly, her nipples rigid darts, he feels them pressing from within, centers his hands on them , deftly rolling her nipples between his fingers, she moans, the sensation coursing directly to her clit, to that inner spot somewhere below the spine that starts the process, he laughs with cruel and intentional enjoyment knowing he is making her dance, she the marionette, he plucks her strings, and she dances to his sinuous and purposeful machinations… and he pinches his fingers tight, very tight, as she cries out in pain, he hushes her, be quiet, take it, take what is given to you, because i know this is what you seek, go with it, give in, disengage from thought, give in… give in.. to me… he opens her blouse, runs his hands under her tank top, brushing her stomach with soft tipped fingers, she shudders, his hands, up and down, she wants her nipples played with again, yet somehow he knows and refuses, he tickles her, teases, and as he does, he nuzzles her neck, makes her heart leap, he nibbles her ear, bites her neck, she feels his warm sweet breath on her, his male essence, his faint growls, he whispers she will be his, every inch of her, he is going to fuck her mouth, her pussy, her tight little asshole, and moreover, her mind. she shudders and almost comes in response, it sounds like him she thinks, and yet, and yet.. i still don’t know… he once again rolls her taut nipples around his finger, first gently, then with a forceful twisting, the pain/pleasure wracking her with desire, she feels his hard cock pressing against her ass, she wants to feel him grind on her, yet fearful to move, she moans behind the scarf, as he stops, pulls away. saying and doing nothing, she tries to perceive what is next… turn around. his voice shatters the silence, as instantly she spins around, eagerly awaiting. i am going to inspect my piece of meat, he whispers, her face reddens at the humiliating insult, she is at once appalled yet eager, his hands lift her mini skirt above her waist, she somehow feels his eyes staring at her mound, her shame and unwilling excitement once again rising, he brushes her pussy with his hand, softly, with one finger he runs it up and down, from clit to lips, she feels embarrassed at her instant wet response, once again she hears that laugh, it is him, only he laughs at such a time, yet still not sure, she opens hers legs a little, her desire, her need, outpacing her insecurity, she has gone to that place, time and space do not exist outside this immediate instant…. he continues to press against her pussy, his motions demonstrating how well he knows to play her corporeal strings, he presses, rolls her clit through her lips, she is panting, her anticipatory exhilaration rises, she wants him in her, almost says it out loud, and he stops. waits. says nothing. grabbing her by her hips, he spins her around, presses her chest against the car, and pulls her hips out. she is helpless against his strength, she revels in it, she wants to encompass it, this fantastic energy… with her ass jutting out, she waits, knowing he is staring at it, wonders what he will do next, waits, and feels his hands on her hips. she startles at his touch, an involuntary groan escapes her, he laughs, as his hands run around her cheeks, her thighs, that soft part of her leg that comes close to her sweet spots, so sensitive, he knows how to tease her softly, then rub harder, yet he avoids her holes, she wants him to touch her, put his fingers in her, she wants that fullness, please touch my cunt, touch my asshole, fuck me fuck me, let me feel your hard cock splitting me apart, please, she thinks, yet dare not verbalize… minutes an eternity, he pulls her legs apart, she shifts her balance, she is now splayed wide apart, the night air caresses her naked and exposed skin, she secretly wishes someone watches, women, men, masturbating, getting excited about seeing her in this position, with pulsing heart and ragged breath, she feels him pull down her panties, feels them around her knees, her legs and ass wide apart, now uncovered, unprotected, she feels shame as she knows he is staring at her pussy, her asshole, the uncomfortable position she must hold… his hands return to the same soft area, so close, oh god please, touch me there please she thinks, yet he does not, reveling in his cruel yet deliberate motions. closer his hands now move, he runs his finger up and down her crack, so softly, not quite touching her holes, but just around and on top, up and down…and then suddenly puts two fingers into her pussy, in her deep wetness, he starts to pump, furiously, with force, her knees once again buckle, yet she maintains, he pistons her, and presses his thumb against her clit, the motion making it rub, she quickly reaches plateau stage, her breath catches, she holds her breath, ready to let go… and he stops…. oh god, how did he know i was just about to cum, that fucker, what is he doing to me, i want his cock, i want him to fill me up, wish he had two cocks for my pussy and asshole at the same time, oh give it to me, please. she feels his hands on her ass, he pulls her cheeks apart, rubs his finger around her pussy to get it wet, and starts to circle her asshole, teasing, softly, tickling her, she shudders, his finger plays, and suddenly she feels the stinging sharp wracking pain of a smack on her ass, her muffled yell involuntarily expelled, he teases her asshole as he spanks first one cheek, then the other, the pain/pleasure once again sending shivering courses of jolted and jangling sensation everywhere, she is trapped, trapped in this bright instant of pleasure. and again, he stops. withdraws. not saying a word, he stands her up, pulls up her panties, down her skirt, buttons her blouse, she feels like a store mannequin, motionless. he takes her shoulders and they walk, she slowly paces, unable to see where, he leads her to a car, opens the back door and tells her to lie across the seat and not to move or try to utter a word. in an instant she does, feels the cold leather seat on her face, and can only shudder in awed wonder at this experience. the motion of the car somehow comforts her despite the taut binding of tape, the rag now soaking wet in her mouth, she wishes that he wasn’t so thorough in his masking of her eyes, just so she could glean a quick glimpse of something, anything. she feels the car slow, they have arrived, he parks, gets out and opens her door, leads her out, she once again feels the strange sensation of not being able to see where she walks, and hears a door open. they enter, and the sudden change of air pressure tells her they are walking in some hallway, her smell heightened, there is a musky dampness, a faint smell of oil, she thinks they are in some building basement, but cannot be sure, his hand firmly grasping her arm as he lead her, she follows, hyper alert… another door squeaks open, he leads her a few feet, says do not try to run or yell. no one will hear you, and the steel door is locked. you are my helpless slave. do as i tell you, slave, and you will be well taken care of. do. not. move. she feels a blade against her wrists, yet he doesn’t cut the tape, her heart leaps, is he, oh god, no, she feels the blade run up and down her arm, across her back, once again the cruel laugh, he runs the blade around to her front, around her breasts, down to her pussy, she squirms, he hisses in dissatisfaction, she stills, he teases her for agonizing eternities but yet a minute.. and cuts the tape with a swift motion, her arms fall to her sides… do not move, my sweet little pet, not a muscle, as he puts the blade under her shirt and tank top, pulls the material taut with his other hand, and cuts away both from her body, they split, and he pulls the useless items away from her body, carelessly casting aside the tops. she is scared beyond any point in her life, is this a horrible mistake, is it him or a stranger, oh god, what the fuck have i done, as she feels the blade at her hip, once again he cuts, her skirt and panties fall away, she is totally naked, blindfolded and muffled, in some place where no one will ever know, the sudden terror overwhelming. yet why was her pussy dripping? he takes her by the shoulder, lift your arms, slavey girl, as she does, first one wrist, then the other, the cold restrictive steel of handcuffs encircle her wrists, she is grateful for the ambient heat of the room, yet she shivers with an otherworldly chill, she feels him grab her leg, hears the metal clink, and suddenly both ankles are shackled…. his whisper shatters the quiet, he says he is leaving, she cannot accept this, the unknowing, wait, please, she thinks… he says i will take off your mask and muzzle, lil one, but it is dark. very dark. you will see nothing, and no one will ever hear you. await my pleasure upon my return. i have things to do. he removes her impediments, finds the door, and leaves, she hears and sees nothing, the room seems to close in on her terrified consciousness, elemental and palpable fear rampant, she faces the unknown. |
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