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Author: trela|na{Kal}
Subject: M/f, bondage, humiliation, slavery, ws
This story is intended only for education and enjoyment of alternate sexual lifestyles and is not to be released or viewed by minors.
Deepest Pleasures
Black, thick and dense, deep, dark, scary black, impenetrable by the human eye, fear fluttering in her chest as she slowly opens her eyes and sees….nothing. Absolutely nothing at all, pure blackness surrounding her on every side, head twisting to try and look around. Fingertips reaching for eye sockets, feeling to make sure her eyes are open, fear fluttering deep in the pit of her belly as she realizes her eyes are open, and there's not a thing she can see.
Trying not to move, needing to think, every heart beat loud in her ears as she takes in her surroundings. The deep stillness of silence, not a sound to be heard, yet so loud that she could not focus. A shiver racing down her spine as she tries to move, the realization that she is not tied down a huge relief.
Her flesh is not cold, nor hot, but warm, comfortable. Her fingertips touching the cloth of her t-shirt with a sense of urgency, tugging at it in the darkness, making sure it's still snug and covering her. Allowing her hands to drop to her sides as she lays on her back. Fingers creeping out on her right side, trying to feel the edges of the surface she lies on. Feeling nothing but a smooth surface, warm to the touch, nothing to frighten her, yet for some reason she can't understand, making her more afraid than if she had felt cold stone.
Her other hand reaching out as well to her left side, fingers skittering over the smoothness of the floor under her, finding no edges, no mattress, no pillow, just smooth hard surface. Closing her eyes fast as she tries to assimilate this into her head, thoughts swirling, trying to remember the past night, having no concept of the time, or how long she lay on the smooth floor sleeping, if that is what it was she had been doing.
Slowly the past few days coming back to her, her breath catching in her chest, the sound loud in the thick silence of the black room, keeping her eyes closed tightly, somehow strangely comforted by the feeling of them shut, moving to curl onto her side and cradle her head in the crook of her arm, allowing her thoughts to take her back in time a few days.
It was the email she had gotten, thinking it was spam, the contents vague yet compelling, "Are you submissive? Do you have what it takes to please a Dominant? Are you as strong inside as you like to make people believe you truly are, or does your strength lie in pleasing Others? Do you wish to find the answers to these questions? Do you feel an emptiness inside that can only be filled by the control of a Strong Person controlling you? If you have answered yes to any of these questions and you truly wish to find the inner you that you seek yet cannot find, reply to this email, Instructions will follow, no fee will be taken from you other than that which you wish to offer in your submission of your gift in pleasing Those more Dominant than you are. Email now, find the pleasures you've been missing out on all this time."
The fluttering in her belly as she had read those words, the fear that made her heart race as she realized she had answered yes to at least 3 of those questions, the need she felt to not try to be so strong all the time and learn to trust in herself that someone else could be stronger than her. Hitting reply to that email , filling in the blanks required, email address, times available to reply back, job hours, nothing to personal, no real info, no real names exchanged, just a simple reply, nothing to come of it…right?
She whimpers as she rolls over in the dark room, trying to stop her thoughts, remembering it all very slowly, the reply after that first night. The letter that asked for more info on her, her age, health issues, family status, still nothing to personal. All stuff she could answer honestly, hitting reply and going on about her life as usual, not really giving it much thought. Then the letters that got more in depth, asking her to write out a fantasy she's always had, a sexual one. Her whole face burning as she answered that letter, trying to be as detailed as it asked for. Her fingers fumbling over her keyboard keys as she struggled to be as honest in her fantasy life as she was in her real life.
Sending that off and curling in her bed, not able to believe she had just told a personal fantasy to total strangers, one so rough and sexual at the same time.
Her hands rubbing at her arms as she hears the soft beep of incoming mail, the magnetic pull of her computer as it calls her back. Reading the new reply, asking her if she was truly and honestly ready to begin a journey of discovery about her true self, and if she trusted in herself enough to give total control over to others in this journey. Gasping in horror at the thought, drawing far back from her pc as she chewed at already ragged nails. Letting herself truly think about her life as it currently stood, the emptiness, endless dating of men she had no desire to ever see again, no real close family, nothing to lose, and after all, they were not asking her for money, just her time, what could she lose, and better yet…what could she gain?
Quickly answering yes, providing the letter with her personal address and phone #, her teeth chattering in shock at herself as she crawled into bed that night, refusing to believe what she had just done.
Real life took her concentration over the next few days as she forgot all about the strange email, shock hitting her again as she returned home 4 days later to find a package in her mail box with 2 small pills. The only instructions were to be prepared in 2 days time, prepared to be gone for in indeterminate length of time, the thrill of fear that curled at her senses, knowing that this was her choice, and following the directions to a T, having all her personal issues taken care of in record speed, taking the 2 small pills at 9 pm on the given night, crawling into bed in a t –shirt and panties and slowly drifting off to sleep.
Now…waking in this place...the dark so deep, she can barely breathe for the heaviness of it, her senses very alert. The sound of footsteps coming from somewhere on the other side of a wall making her suddenly sit up, her hands grasping at her t-shirt over her breasts, feeling her entire body tense up trying to prepare herself for the next step of this strange journey into which she thrust herself.
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