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Friday, November 25, 2005
Day #1: The first time
When she opened the door, he didn't seem very intimidating standing there. In fact, he smiled warmly at her, his eyes soft and disconcerting. He seemed very...safe.
...
She shook slightly as she stared at the floor, her knees burning from digging into the rough carpet. She knew what was coming. And then...three sharp snapping sounds as his hands whipped across her face from the right, then the left, then right again. He grabbed her chin and forced her head up. Tears streamed down her face as the pain radiated across her skin, but still she said nothing. "Look at me, slut," he said in a voice that was eerily calm. "I own you, and you will do anything I tell you to do." He paused for a moment to wipe some of her tears away. "Will you ever tell me no?"
"No, Master, never."
"Good girl. I went easy on you tonight because this was our first time, but trust me, there will be a lot more pain for you in the future. I'll never get tired of hearing you scream."
...
When he held her she felt completely surrounded by him. She was protected from anything that could hurt her. They had only just met, but she had meant every word she had spoken to him. When he looked down at her she saw the same soft smile she had seen when she first opened the door the night before. Wild thoughts raced through her mind, but she merely smiled back in the same benign manner. That was enough for now, more would certainly come later.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Day #2: Late Night Football
"Hello slave."
"Hello Master, it's good to see you again," she said in an almost whisper while looking meekly at her bare feet on the cold tile floor.
"It better be," he answered as he pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. "I see you remembered to put your hair up, good girl."
"Thank you, Master."
…
Her breathing began to slow as her tired muscles relaxed into the comfort of her red satin sheets. She listened to him inhale and exhale methodically as the game continued in the background. Her mind wandered away from the present and slowly she drifted into a lucid sleep.
The quiet lasted only a few moments, as she awoke to him violently yanking her head back by her iridescent long blonde hair. "Don't forget who owns you, slave," he growled into her ear, "Turn over."
She turned quickly, fearing the consequences of a slow response. He grasped her slim waist and climbed on top of her. The light from the tv shone all around the outline of his body making his face dark and he seemed to tower over her. There was a muffled clambering of crowd noises and miscellaneous ambient sounds reminiscent of late night sports games filling the background of the room and she tried desperately to focus on anything but what was about to come.
But the next thing she heard was her own sharp scream as he forced himself into her. The grin on his face was hazy in the darkness but still unmistakable as he listened to her cries. He reached down and wove the fingers of his left hand around the dog collar cinched about her neck, pulling it tighter. She closed her eyes and held her breath when she saw him raise his right hand, and she heard the whoosh of the air as he brought it down across the side of her face and a loud cracking sound reverberated throughout the room. She didn't struggle or fight or turn her head away from his view, she only held as still as she could and listened for any instructions that might come.
"Your screaming makes you sound like the slut that you are, slave girl," he said, laughing. She cringed inwardly, trying not to let her face show him how much she hated that word.
He began using her collar like a harness as he thrust in and out of her.
"Do you like your master fucking you?"
All she could manage was a tiny squeak of a "yes" as he continued to yank on her collar.
"Yes, what?!" he demanded, backhanding her swiftly across the jaw.
"Master, yes, Master," she added quickly. The pain from the collar digging into her neck and now the radiating ache in her jaw was starting to be nearly unbearable. She reached for his free hand and intertwined her fingers with his, focusing all of her attention there. He looked down at her and studied her face for a moment. Her eyes were closed tightly, her pale, beautiful skin flushed red. He was hard on her, he knew, but that was the way he wanted it to be. He felt the desperation in her fingertips as she grasped for his hand. Little beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead and she seemed pale to him. He let his hand ease away from her collar and he swept a few stray hairs out of her face. She opened her glassy eyes and looked up at him. For a moment each of them stared, and heard nothing else but their own labored breaths, but the quiet silence was brief and eventually he let his eyes drift away from hers.
After a few more minutes a mumbled, "uhhgh, I'm gonna cum..." escaped his lips as he pulled out of her. "Swallow this, bitch," he said, forcing his cock into her mouth. She felt him jerk as the warm liquid ran down the back of her throat. When he'd finished he backed off of her slightly and smiled. "Good girl," he said, patting the side of face. She opened her mouth to say thank you, but was stopped sharply with an earsplitting slap across her cheek. "That's for forgetting earlier, little girl. Make sure you don't again," he said as he rolled off her.
The stinging in her face raged violently and she felt hot tears running onto the sheets underneath her as she curled up into a tiny ball. She covered her face as if it would make her disappear into the darkness that spread around her. It would be a long wait before she found sleep again.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Day #3: Ice
"Stay right there, don't move bitch," he said as he got up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her kneeling on all fours. She shivered as cold air brushed across her naked skin. She gripped the leash attached to the collar around her neck as if holding on to it was the only thing keeping her from falling off the edge of the earth. From behind the bedroom door she could hear the faint noises of him rustling around in the kitchen. She supposed that he was getting another drink for the two of them, but when he returned with a glass holding only cubes of ice she realized exactly what he planned to do.
"All right slave, we're going to see just how badly you want to get fucked tonight," he said as he positioned himself behind her. He reached into the glass, pulled out one of the ice cubes and trailed it down her back. Goosebumps spread across her skin in waves almost immediately as she tried to hold herself still. He continued a lazy, progressive motion of the ice, down the outside of her hips, across the back of her knees, and then ever so slowly up between her thighs. When he reached her most sensitive area he paused. Within seconds the sensations turned from uncomfortably cold to an unimaginable searing pain. He pressed harder until the ice cube was completely inside her, and she screamed in agony and tried to pull away.
"Where are you going?" he asked, laughing slightly, as he picked up her leash and yanked her back toward him. He let the ice cube fall away from her and brought it to her lips. "Taste yourself, slut." She opened her mouth and took the ice away from him as he began to thrust two fingers in and out of her. She winced uncontrollably and clenched her hands. His touch was shear torture that grew in intensity as her skin began to warm again..
"Turn over," he ordered. As she did he reached for another ice cube and she gave him a terrified look. "Are you scared, slave girl?"
"No, Master."
"I've got three more of these for you to melt, do you think you can do it?"
"I'll do whatever you want, Master."
"If you can't do this, you're not getting fucked tonight."
She knew he'd be upset with her if she couldn't take it, and she'd be paying for it even more so later, so she simply closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Without warning he place another ice cube directly on her clit. For a brief moment it was only a moderate cold feeling, and then the true pain began. It was almost like a burning feeling that ran through her entire body. He pressed harder and harder as she screamed louder and louder. She didn't realize she was pushing herself away from him until he angrily grabbed her leash and pulled her forcefully back.
"Ask for more, bitch," he demanded.
She wanted to scream for him to stop, but between exasperated sobs she managed to beg him to press the ice farther inside of her. The intensity of her anguish seemed to grow exponentially as the seconds passed. With his free hand he grabbed the two remaining ice cubes and placed them in his palm against the other cube. He bent over her as he pressed all three pieces of ice against her, and he placed his lips gently to her ear as she writhed against his touch. Her back was arched and a cold sweat had spread across her skin. "Shhhhh," he whispered, "you're okay." She thought she was on the verge of loosing consciousness, his voice the only thing keeping her in the present. "Shhhh, baby girl, shhhh..."
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Day #4: Silence
"Get the fuck off the bed," he said as he kicked her away from him. Taken off guard at his sudden change of temperament she didn't have time to react before her body slammed into the floor at the foot of the bed. "What the fuck is the matter with you, slut? You're lucky I'm not beating your ass black and blue for the shit you just said to me."
Her head was spinning from the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream and she'd lost track of the number of drinks he'd fed to her long ago. She had a vague idea of what had happened in the last hour, but the details were beyond her reach. The bar, then home, they were eating sandwiches, she was at his feet as usual. Then the bedroom, they were drunk. She said something...he was angry.
"You don't ask me for sex, ever, got that bitch? I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I want to," he growled from over her shoulder.
She shivered.
"It's only cute for so long until you cross the line," he added.
She pulled her knees up into her chest to try to stop shaking. The last thing in the world she wanted was to disappoint him. She'd spent the day catering to him on her knees and had ruined it with words she couldn't pull back into reality. She felt like she'd been stabbed in the chest.
"Do you want to spend the whole night down there?" he demanded.
Her teeth chattered. She didn't answer.
"Slave!"
"No."
"Come here."
She tried to push herself up, but her arms wouldn't lift her. Her body crumpled back down to the floor and she was forced to give up trying.
"Damnit girl, you're really testing me tonight." He reached over the edge of the bed and pulled her up next to him. He could feel her body shaking. The bed was a twisted mess of blankets and pillows, scattered every which way from their recent bacchanalia. Trying to make some sense of the confusion, he managed to pull part of a blanket over her before turning over to sleep. She was still shivering, not from the cold now but from the aching disappointment running through her.
The next moment she remembered was waking to him forcing her legs apart. From over his shoulder she could see the blightly lit LED of her clock radio shining 6:13am. "You have got to be the luckiest slave ever," he said as he started thrusting into her. "You're still getting fucked even after all the shit you try to pull." She gritted her teeth and held on to him as tightly as she could manage. For the first time during sex with him she was absolutely silent except for the occasional hard exhale forced out of her. Part of her was fearful, part defiant. After a few hours of sleep she'd become more coherent, and she now felt a strong desire to show him her usual moans of extasy were not involuntary.
Sensing something wasn't right he grabbed her neck and pressed her head back into the bed. She could feel his grip on her getting tighter and tighter as her breath began to come in short gasps. He leaned over and pressing his lips against her ear he whispered softly, so terribly calmly, "Are you tired, baby? Do you want me to stop?"
Her eyes widened and she stared at him utterly confused. He had never asked her a question like that before, and she had no idea how to answer. He gave her no help with his blank stare, so she simply made an effort to nod against the chokehold grip he still had on her neck. After her affirmation she realized that his continued pressure on her neck should have been a clue that her answer had been a mistake.
His facial expression never changed once as he moved his hand from her neck and turned her gently onto her stomach. He pressed his index into the skin between her shoulder blades and traced it down her back. He watched the goosebumps raise on her skin as he touched her slowly and deliberately. Fear was beginning to build inside her as the silence continued, but she dared not to move. It would be a good fifteen minutes before he spoke again, and each second was torture for her.
When he did finally lean over to speak into her ear again, she held her breath and clenched her teeth together, waiting for his voice.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Day #5: A break from the norm
"It's not like you're going to beat me," she laughed as she frantically pressed the buttons on her wavebird remote.
"If I don't, I'll make you pay for it later," he answered with a suave but still devilish grin.
The two of them sat next to each other on her pale green couch, eyes squinted intently at the screen in front of them as their tiny flying cars sped around the track at breakneck speeds. Neither was too intent on the game not to notice that they were sitting just close enough that every once in a while their bodies would brush together ever so lightly. She could feel the heat radiating off him and could sense a subtle hint of cologne in the air. It was so different than with Him.
"FUCK!" he yelled, throwing down his controller, "I blew up..."
"It's all right hon, better luck next time," she teased.
He grumbled for a moment but then looked over at her smiling face. Their eyes locked and it was almost as if an instantaneous switch flipped inside of him. He pulled her across his lap and with a force she had nearly forgotten pressed his lips against hers. He never let go of the grip he had on her hair as he picked her up and carried her back to her bedroom. Fumbling in the dark he found the doorway and set her down gently, only to immediately slam her against the wall and press himself against her body.
For a time there were no words at all. Both knew exactly what the other wanted. Her anxious fingers undid the tiny buttons on his shirt in a hurried but steady fashion as his hands wandered across her skin. He slid her white satin pants down to her ankles and pulled her slinky t-shirt over her head. He always did make it a lot more difficult than she did. Once she had the buttons of his shirt undone she stole a glance at the tag and taunted, "your whole closet is full of pink shirts from Express, isn't it?" Saying the words almost made her wince as she realized that in most cases she'd receive a hard slap to the face for her acerbic comments. He only smiled, nodded, and let the shirt drop to the floor. Once she had the majority of his clothing off, he pushed her over to her bed and said sharply, "lay down on your back, hands over your head."
She didn't answer, only obeyed.
"I'm not going to let these handcuffs go to waste this time," he said, unlocking them from her headboard and snapping them around her tiny wrists. For a brief time he looked around the room, his eyes searching, before they finally locked on his seemingly benign brown leather belt. "This should work fine," he said as he looped it around the chain between the cuffs encircling her hands and tied the other end to the top of the headboard. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," he laughed while climbing off her and walking to the door.
As he closed the door behind him she had a moment alone to revel in her situation. There was no fear, no apprehension, no cold sweat on her forehead. She didn't know why it was this way with him or why she trusted him so. There had been so much between the two of them, none of which should have elicited these feelings. But still...
Her train of thought was cut short when he walked back into the room. He stopped when he reached the side of the bed and knelt down to look at her. For almost half a minute they each stared. He loved the look of her this way, completely under his control. He would have her begging for him by the end of the night. The two of them sweating, screaming, gasping for air. He reached over and pulled her hair, yanking her head back. Leaning over slightly he whispered into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight you won't be able to walk tomorrow." The words sent bolts of electricity through her and she bit her lip. Her heart pounded, and all she could think of was having as much of him as she could.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Day #6: Four miles deep
"Why don't you put that collar on for me?" he said as he used his hands to rock her waist slowly back and forth on top of him. She'd had her head tilted back and her eyes closed, lost in a state of trance, but snapped to attention at the smooth, commanding sound of his voice. She reached over and pulled the pink dog collar off the chrome floor lamp standing next to her bed. A pale orange seeped in through her drawn shades and cast dewy shadows about the room. The colors danced on her skin as she fastened the collar around her neck, and she stared down at the hungry eyes looking back at her.
"That's a good girl, now get down on the floor," he said, pushing her to his right. He pulled the gleaming silver handcuffs off the bedpost and joined her at the side of the bed. "Hands and knees," he ordered and she jumped slightly at the harsher tone in his voice. Her compliance was immediate, and he quickly snapped the handcuffs around her wrists, making sure to lead the short chain connecting the cuffs around the back of the lamp post. He smiled now at her utter vulnerability, but from her position she couldn't see his demonic grin. Her hair streamed down the side of her face and brushed the carpet below her. A subtle hum from the heater permeated the air, and she shuddered as the still cold air began to strike her bare skin.
He came up behind her without warning and thrust into her, pushing her back down into the floor at the same time. She gripped the lamp post and watched as her knuckles turned white. He forearms dug roughly into the carpet as he slammed his hips against her. From her peripheral vision she saw him raise his left hand and her body tensed sharply. The pain wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't followed the strike immediately by several even harder blows. Her forehead was now pressed firmly against the base of the lamp, the cool metal a strange relief for her.
Once again without warning, he stopped and reached around her to unlock her handcuffs. As they fell to the floor, he hauled her up by wrapping several fingers around her collar and then pushed her over the bed. "Don't move," he said in that stone cold voice of his. He turned and picked up something from the floor behind her, but she dared not to turn to see what it was. When he turned back to her he let his hands wander across the smooth skin of her thighs. Heat radiated from where he'd been beating her, and he smiled to know there'd be some nice bruises tomorrow to remind her of him. His fingers slid between her legs and he laughed as he felt the wetness there. Leaning over her prone body he whispered into her ear, "I can feel how wet your cunt is for me, slut. You want it so bad, don't you?" Before she could answer he drove back into her and fucked her as hard as he could just to listen to her screams.
"What are you?!" he demanded, never stopping.
"Your slut," she returned automatically through gasping breaths.
"And what will you do when I give you an order?"
"Exactly that."
"Damn right," he said, once again raising his left hand and bringing it down on her delicate pale skin. But this time the pain was quite different. She realized immediately that he'd picked up his black leather belt from the floor as the sudden agony racked her body. After each contact of the leather with her skin she thought it'd be impossible to take another, but still the next would come. He watched the welts appear on her skin as he continued to fuck her, savoring the feeling of her jerks beneath him at every blow.
"I wanna see you come for me, slut, now," he barked. It wouldn't have mattered if he he'd said it or not, she didn't think she could hold it back any longer. She knew he was still he was still hitting her but now she had permission to let the pain turn into a tidal wave of euphoria washing through her. He grabbed her hair and wrenched her head to the side so he could see her more clearly. Her tortured screams were now altogether incomprehensible, and the look on her face was one of beautiful anguish.
When he felt the muscles of her body finally relax he pumped into her one last time before pulling out. Instinctively and without a thought she whipped her body around and fell to her knees in front of him, covering his cock with her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pressed himself into the back of her throat. "Ughh..." he mumbled as his head fell backwards, "god." Drops of sweat ran down his arms and onto the folded leather belt that he still gripped tightly in his left hand. She eyed it as she felt a stream of hot liquid hit the back of her tongue.
…
"Baby, are you okay?" he asked in an almost whisper. His sweet voice was warm and calm. His arms were wrapped tightly around her as they laid together underneath the satin sheets of her bed. Her back was pressed against his chest and she could feel his breath against her shoulder. She intermingled her legs with his and sighed deeply. From the mirror overhead he could see her wide smile.
"I'll take that as a yes," he laughed. Turning her onto her stomach, he traced a finger down her back, trailing lightly around all the raised crimson marks. "You look so sexy like this."
"Thank you," she said, turning her head to look at him. Her eyes seemed four miles deep to him, lucid and sparkling. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead lightly, pulling her close again. With her head against his chest she listened to his heart beating as she drifted off to sleep.
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