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Her Soul for an Audience of One – SFCityDom ( c ) 2006
8:37
Friday Morning.
She
wakes to find a present next to her in bed. He had left for the office over an
hour ago.
Sitting
up in bed, she picks up the box and places it on her lap. She smiles. It is a
black box with a blue ribbon. Slipped under the ribbon is a white envelope with
“girl” written across the front.
Opening
the envelope, she removes a simple white card. On the front is a handprint,
done in black and blue paint. She brushes the tips of her fingers across the
card and measures the hand against her own. It is a man’s hand. His hand. As
she opens the card, two one-hundred dollar bills fall out onto her lap.
She
reads the card:
My girl,
I know your
schedule is clear today. I have taken it upon myself to plan a spa day for you.
All the arrangements have been made. Simply go to Belle
Fille on Geary at Powell. You are scheduled for a facial, massage, a soak and
sauna, hair styling and make-up. The bill has already been paid. The cash is for
cab fare, tips, lunch, and any incidentals. Your appointment is for 10:30AM. A
cab will pick you up around 10:10AM.
Make
no plans for this evening!
The
requirements for this evening:
1.
Unless
it is an emergency, do not call me today.
2.
You
must wear only the items in the box.
3.
Have
your make-up done for an evening out.
4.
Wear
your hair down.
5.
Have
a light dinner around 6:30ish.
6.
Whatever
you do today, do not think about me or what I have planned for this evening. I
repeat, do not think about me.
7.
No
masturbation! This means you!
I will be home
around 8:00 this evening. Today the girl will be spoiled and tonight the brat
will be punished.
Love,
-M
PS.
You may now open the box.
She stands the card on her nightstand, places the cash in the
envelope and places it aside.
Removing the ribbon, she places it on the nightstand with the
card. She removes the top of the box and inside finds the contents wrapped in red tissue paper. Resting
on the tissue is a white note card with “Fille
à lier et être prise” [Note to Dom:
I speak fair French, not sure what this says??] written across it in
script. She smiles, removes the card, and leans it against the other card on
the nightstand.
Removing the tissue paper, she finds the first item, a pair of
thigh-high hose. She unfolds the hose and admires them. Setting them aside, she
removes another layer of tissue to reveal the next article, a pair of black
opera gloves. She places them with the hose. Under the next layer of tissues,
she finds a black peek-a-boo bra. Smiling, she places it with the other
articles. Under yet another layer of tissue, she finds a black mini-skirt. She
lays out the skirt and her smile broadens. All the articles are black latex!
Bright and shiny. Tight and confining.
She removes the final layers of tissue to reveal a sheer black
blouse and a pair of black patent leather shoes with five-inch heels.
Glancing at the clock, she realizes the cab will arrive in an
hour. She gets up and places her presents on the dresser. She makes the bed and
readies herself for her day.
8:15 Friday Evening.
He unlocks the front door, walks into the entry and puts his bag
down.
She greets him. “Hi”
She is dressed as he asked: bra under the sheer black blouse, the
opera gloves, mini-skirt, the thigh hose, and the five-inch heels. All black
and shiny, tight and confining. Her hair and make-up are as he requested.
“Fuck me,” is all he can manage to say.
She walks up to him, places her arms around his neck.
“Whatever you desire” and she kisses him.
With the five-inch heels, they are almost eye-to-eye.
“You look gorgeous.”
She notices he is carrying a doctor’s bag.
“When did you get doctor’s bag?”
“A couple of weeks ago.”
“What is in it?”
“You will find out later. Now walk around and let me take you in.”
Turning she walks away. The skirt is so confining that she
shuffles more then walks.
“Your ass looks unbelievable.”
She walks back to him and he aggressively pulls her close.
“Did you think about me today?
“Yes. Once you told me not to think about you or what will happen
this evening, I couldn’t think about anything but that. You know how I get
excited. I could hardly sit still for the massage.”
“I know how you get. Did you have a nice day?”
“Yes. Very nice. Thank you. So relaxing. I can’t believe I get to
do this every week.”
“Ah, I don’t remember saying that.”
“I know. But, I deserve it.”
“Mmm. Awfully bratty aren’t we?”
“Where are we going this evening?”
“I need to take a shower and get dressed.”
She looks at him with her brown eyes.
“Tell me what is in the bag?”
“Come upstairs while I get ready.”
He picks up the doctor’s bag and they head upstairs.
Putting the bag down on the bed, he said, “I want you to sit here
next to the bag while I shower.”
She takes her place next to the bag on the bed.
“Do you like the clothes I selected for you?”
“Yes. You remembered.”
“I don’t forget much. How does it feel?”
“Mmm, nice. Tight, confining, safe. Wonderful.”
Pulling off his shirt and tossing into the hamper, “You look
completely fuckable.”
He pulls the belt from his pants and places it on the dresser.
“Did you get aroused today? Did you squirm?”
“Yes. Between you planting everything in my head and the wonderful
soak in the tub.”
Removing his shoes and socks.
“Did you masturbate today?”
“No.”
“Good girl.” He pulls off his pants.
“I was tempted to use the jets in the hot tub.”
He gives her a disapproving frown.
“But, I didn’t.”
Pulling off his underwear.
“Are you aroused now?”
“Yes.”
Now nude, he walks over to where she is sitting, puts his arms
around her neck and gives her a kiss.
She reaches out and strokes his cock with her gloved hand.
“I really want to know what is in the bag.”
“Neither stroking nor sucking me is not going to get you a look in
the bag. The only thing that will is waiting.”
She pouts.
“Sit here while I shower and don’t peek.”
He gives her a kiss on the forehead as he walks to the shower.
10
minutes later…
Toweling off, he walks into the bedroom.
“Did you look in the bag?”
“No.”
“Please
get me a pair of jockey briefs.”
“Yes.
I love the way your cock looks in them.”
She
gets up, retrieves the briefs and hands them to him. He hands her the towel.
Pulling on the briefs, he catches her looking at him. He looks at her and she
blushes and smiles.
“Hi!”
“Caught
you.”
Clearing
her throat, “What other clothes would you like for this evening?”
“This
will do,” he replies.
She
gives him with a questioning look.
“Ah, you can’t go out like that.”
“Did
I ever say we were going out this evening?”
“I
just assumed.”
“Nope.
Just you and me. Oh, and the bag. Would you like to see the contents of the
bag?”
“Yes!”
“Ok.
But, remove the blouse first and put it away.”
She
removes the blouse to expose her hard nipples protruding through the bra. She
hangs the blouse in the closet.
He
takes a seat in a chair across from the bed.
“Take
out the items, tell me what they are, and lay them out along the edge of the
bed.”
She
opens the bag. “Mmm. Lets see….”
Removing
the items…
“A
bottle of lube, always handy,” she lays it out on the edge of the bed.
“Mmm,
white latex gloves.” She lays them next to the lube.
Next
she pulls out some latex bands of various lengths and colors.
“Some
kind of latex strips. What are these for?”
“You
will see.”
Next
she takes out a wand vibrator.
“Oh
yes.”
She
lays it with the other items. Pulling out the cock gag she looks taken aback.
“This
looks a bit intimidating.”
“I
am sure you will be able to handle it.”
Laying
it with the others items, she retrieves the last item from the bag. It looks
like a deflated dildo with a tube connected to bulb. She looks at it,
perplexed.
“What
exactly is this?”
“It
is an inflatable dildo. Bring it here.”
She
walks over and hands it to him.
“Put
out your hand.”
She
puts out her hand. Placing the dildo in the palm of her hand, he squeezes the
bulb and the dildo begins to inflate. It is now slightly ridged.
“Now
wrap your hand around it like it was my cock and squeeze.”
Wrapping
her hand around it, her fingers are able to surround the dildo’s shaft.
“Now
keep a good grip on it.”
He
begins squeezing the bulb and the dildo expands with each squeeze. Soon her
fingers are beginning to spread apart.
“Now
place both hands around the shaft and hold tight. Make sure it doesn’t push
apart your hands.”
She
places both hands around the shaft and holds tight. Again, he begins to squeeze
the bulb. With both hands holding tight, the shaft can’t expand and the head of
the dildo instead begins to swell. It soon expands to about twice the shaft’s diameter.
“See
how the head has expanded?”
“Yes.”
“Well,
when I put this in your cunt and pump it up, the shaft will expand until your
pussy walls will not allow it to expand any further. Then the head will expand
a bit more in the back of your pussy. This will keep you from pushing it out.”
“Um,
I am not sure I like that idea.”
He
releases the air from the dildo and it collapses in her hands.
“Don’t
worry. Trust me.”
“You
know I trust you.”
“Thank
you. Now go retrieve the gloves for me.”
She
returns to the bed, picks up the gloves and begins to walk over to him.
“Crawl.”
Placing
the glove between her lips, she gets on all fours and begins to crawl over to
him. When she reaches him, she kneels at his feet.
Removing
the gloves from her mouth, he pats her head, “Good girl.”
He
pulls her head onto his thigh and pulls on the gloves.
“Sit
up.”
She
complies.
“Open
up,” he demands.
She
hesitates and blushes.
“Open
up.”
He
grabs her by the hair, pulls her head back and her mouth opens. He thrusts his
fingers into her mouth and begins probing.
As
he probes, she reaches between her legs and presses her hand against the taut
latex, which grinds into her pussy. She begins sucking and stroking his fingers
as if they were his cock.
“That
feels really good.”
Pulling
his cock from his briefs, he forces her mouth down on him.
“This
is what your mouth is for. I have been wanting all day to use your mouth.”
He
strokes her face with his gloved hand, then pulls her off his cock by her hair.
“We
are just starting. Get on all fours.”
He
leans forward in the chair and repositions her so that she in perpendicular to
him, with her head to his left and her ass to his right. The skirt is tight
around her ass. He slaps her hard on the ass. She attempts to move out of his
reach.
“No
you don’t,” he says, as he grabs her by the hair.
He
pulls her head back hard, straining her neck. Pulling her skirt up, he strokes
her ass with his hand. Squeezes it, and pulls again on her hair.
Releasing
her hair, he moves his hand to her mouth. “Open.”
She
complies and he slides two fingers deep into her mouth. She begins stroking and
sucking his gloved fingers.
SMACK!
Slapping
her ass, he feels her jump in response and her sucking intensifies. Again, he
slaps her ass hard. Then again and again, over and over. Each slap harder then
the previous.
She
turns to look back at him as she begins to cry. Her ass is as red as raw steak
with hand shaped welts.
Getting
out of the chair, he kneels beside her and places his arm around to her breast.
He finds her nipple and begins to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, as
he continues to probe her mouth.
With
his teeth, he removes the glove from his right hand and tosses it aside.
“I
want to feel your wet cunt around my fingers. Spread your knees a bit more.”
As
she spreads her knees, he presses on the small of her back.
“Lower
your back, roll your hips forward. Good girl.”
With
her in this position, the angle of her pussy is perfect to be deeply penetrated
by his hand.
He
grabs her by the hair and forces her to look up at him.
“I
want to see your eyes as I finger you,” he commands, as he inserts two fingers
deep into her.
Curling
his fingers, he is able to grind into her g-spot. She rolls her hips in
response to him.
“Tell
me what you want?”
“No!”
“Why?”
“I
can’t.”
“Does
my brat like her pussy played with?”
“Yes.”
“Does
brat want to come this evening?”
“Yes.”
“Then
I suggest you tell me what I want to hear.”
In
a quiet voice, she complies, “I want your fingers in my pussy.”
“Good
girl.”
She
begins to moan louder as he slides a third finger into her pussy, filling her
up.
Covering
her mouth and nose with his hand he silences her and cuts off her air. A minute
passes and he removes his hand from her mouth.
“Fuck!
I am going to come,” she groans.
Abruptly
he stops fingering her and stands up.
“Get
the fuck up!”
She
looks up and hesitates.
“Now!”
He
reaches down and pulls her to her feet by the hair.
She
looks at him angrily.
“Grrr,
why didn’t you let me come?”
He
gets in her face, “Because, I don’t want you too.”
She
mutters, “Fuck”
Pushing
her back by the shoulders. “What did you say?”
She
steps back from him as he advances on her.
“You
have everyone so convinced that you are so tough. But, I know the truth.”
She
steps back into the wall. Pressing against her, he tries kissing her. She turns
her face away from him.
He
whispers into her ear, “You are my favorite drug. The best addiction I could
wish for. As with all addictions, I need a bigger dose each time.”
Forcefully,
he attempts to turn her face to kiss her. She catches him off-guard and lunges
for him. She kisses him hard.
She
makes a beeline to the door. Grabbing her by the hair, he wraps his arms around
her torso. She attempts to break free.
“My
offer is still on the table.”
As
their sex became more aggressive and physical, he ups the challenge by offering
her a weekend getaway of her choosing, if she can break free from him and get
out of the bedroom.
There
were a few restrictions to this:
1.
She can’t hurt his cock or balls.
2.
She can’t poke him in the eyes.
3.
She can’t use a weapon.
She
can do anything else.
“Let
me go. I don’t like you anymore.”
“You
are such a brat.”
Squeezing
her tight in a bear hug, he picks her up and walks over to the bed.
She
tries pushing him back by using her legs to push against the bed’s footboard.
She holds her breath, grunts, and gasps for air.
“Give
up?”
“Grr,
No!”
She
tries again and her legs tremble with the exertion. He leans forward and her
legs fold under his push. They fall forward on to the bed. He lets go of her
just as she hits the bed and he brakes his fall before he lands on her.
Sitting
upright, he straddles her; she is breathing heavy. He gets up on his knees and
she attempts to escape. He sits back on her ass.
“You’re
not going anywhere.”
He
struggles to pull her arms from under her. Once he does, he pins them to her
back with his hand. Taking one of the latex bands, he wraps it around her
forearms, securing her arms behind her.
Pinning
her down by her bound arms, he is able to reposition himself so that he is
facing her feet. She tries to kick him. He takes one of the bands, makes a
latex lasso, and wraps it around the heel of her shoe, pulling the lasso tight
around the heel of her left shoe. He proceeds to wrap both her ankles with the
band and ties if off with a knot.
With
her now secure, he gets get up. She flails about in a futile attempt to escape.
From
the linen closet, he retrieves some hand towels and returns to the bed. She has
managed to wiggle her way to the edge of the bed.
“What
are you doing? At best you are going to fall off the bed and hurt yourself.”
“Let
me go, you prick!”
“That
is not a very nice way to talk to me after giving you all these nice things to
wear.”
He
grabs the cock gag, forcing it into her mouth, and buckling it tight.
“I
am tried of your yapping. This should keep you quiet.”
All
he can hear from her now is her muffled complaints and the occasional gag.
Standing
on the bed, he straddles her. He reaches down and lifts her by the arms; she
has become dead weight. He repositions her in the center of the bed.
Wrapping
one of the towels around her right arm at the elbow, he then takes one of the
longer bands and ties it around the towel. The towel will keep the band from
cutting off her circulation. He ties the other end of the band to the right
post of the headboard. In order to reach the post, he needs to stretch the band
a bit. He repeats the same process on her
left arm. With both arms secured in this manner, her arms are pulled up off her
back.
Removing
the band from around her feet and ankles, he releases her legs. Again she tries
to kick him.
“Quit
kicking me. You are going to wear yourself out.”
As
he grabs her right legs, she kicks him with her left leg. He grabs her left leg
and holds it under his arm. She struggles to break free.
“Now.
I got you!”
Wrapping
a towel around her right ankle, he places a lasso over her right foot and pulls
it tight around her ankle. He secures her right leg to the right post of the
footboard. With her right leg secured, she wildly tries to kick him with her
left foot. As she tires, he moves in and secures her left foot in the same
manner.
She
struggles against the bands. However, the bands win and she begins to relax.
“Poor little brat. No weekend
getaway for you. Better luck next time.”
He
teases her. She has never escaped.
He
retrieves two pillows from the head of the bed.
“Lift
up your hips. I want to put these pillows under your hips.”
She
doesn’t comply. Grabbing her by the hair hard, he yanks her head back.
“Do
it or I am going to go downstairs to watch TV.”
She
quickly raises her hips and he positions the pillows under her.
In
this position, her pussy is open up to him. However, she is still able to bring
her knees together. To remedy this situation, he wraps a towel around her right
knee, ties one of the bands around the towel, and pulls it taut. He ties it to
the right side rail of the bed. He secures her left knee in the same manner.
Now,
with her knees secured, she is not able to bring her legs together.
“You
have no choice now. I can do whatever I please with you.”
She
looks at him angrily.
Kneeling
beside her on the bed, he begins to smack her ass. The strikes against her
latex clad ass sound with a ring tone. He pulls the skirt over her hips,
exposing her ass which is now accentuated by the tightness of the skirt. He
begins striking her bare ass. After the third strike, he inserts his fingers
into her pussy.
“Your
cunt is soaking wet.”
He
hears her mumble against the gag. He removes the gag.
“I
want to hear you.”
Grabbing
her by the hair, he continues smacking her ass, stopping every third stroke to
probe her.
Now
her ass is very red. Reaching between her legs, he pinches her clit. Moaning,
she cranes her head back and looks at him. He releases her clit and she
breathes deep. Now he begins slapping her pussy. First lightly, then harder and
harder. With each slap her body convulses against the latex restraints. Again,
he pinches her clit very hard. In response, she rears up, holding her breath.
Picking
up the dildo, he inflates it so it is ridged and then applies some lube. He
positions himself between her legs and pours lube on her pussy. Inserting the
dildo, he slowly thrusts it in. As he thrusts the dildo, he inflates it. With
each squeeze of the bulb, she moans and he feels more resistance to the
thrusting.
When
the resistance becomes too great to thrust any more, he pushes it deep into her
and holds it in place. Squeezing the bulb, he inflates the dildo deep within
her. She moans with each squeeze of the bulb. He can see her pussy stretch as
the dildo expands. When the widening of her pussy subsides, he knows that the
head is filling her and the dildo can no longer be removed.
He
pulls back on the dildo, which causes the opening of her pussy to stretch even
more, pulling her lips taut and causing her clit to retreat under its hood.
“I
love to play with your pussy. Tell me how it feels?”
“No.
I don’t want to.”
He
pinches her clit hard. She moans.
“I
will let you come if you tell me.”
“It
feels really big in me!” she exclaims. “Can I come? Please.”
She
pleads.
He
holds her clit. “Not yet.”
“Please!”
He
picks up the wand vibrator and places it against the shaft of the dildo. The
vibration is transmitted to her pussy. She rolls her hips in response. Slowly
he moves the vibrator around to the underside of the shaft near her clit. Her
writhing increases.
“You
have to let me come. Please.”
“Ok”
and he places the vibrator against her clit and she becomes to come.
She
holds her breath and violently struggles against the restraints. She lets out a
gasp.
“Oh.
god.”
She
tucks her hips under her, squeezing her ass cheeks together. She lets out a big
gasp.
“Fuck.”
Shaking
her head, “It’s too sensitive, stop. Please.”
He
pulls the vibrator back from her clit and places it back on the shaft of the
dildo. Taking one of the latex bands, he secures the vibrator to her thigh and
the dildo. If she works at it, she can grind her clit into the vibrator. On the
cord, there is a rheostat that allows him to vary the intensity of the
vibrator.
He
positions himself just in front of her head. He pulls his cock from his briefs
and strokes his cock with a handful of her hair. Pulling her head up by the
hair, he attempts to put his cock in her mouth. Her mouth is shut tight.
Pulling
her hair hard, he slaps her in the face. This startles and catches her by
surprise. However, she still does not open her mouth. He slaps her harder and
she still refuses to open up.
“I
am confident I can get you to open up.”
He
turns the vibrator on and increases the intensity. Still she will not open.
Turning the vibrator to the maximum, he places his hand over her mouth and
nose, cutting off her air. Thirty seconds into this, she begins bucking and
convulsing.
Removing
his hand from her mouth and nose, she gasps for air and he shoves his cock deep
into her mouth. Holding the back of her head firmly, he just holds his cock
deep inside her mouth.
Decreasing
the intensity of the vibrator, he begins fucking her mouth.
Slowly
he increases the intensity of the vibrator. She is slowly rolling her hips back
and forth.
“Do
you want to come?”
She
nods yes, her mouth full, as he slowly fucks her.
Pulling
his cock from her and holding her by the hair, “You can come.”
He
feels her body tighten and release as her orgasm take her over.
“Fuck!”
He
shoves his cock back in her mouth and comes deep in her throat. He can feel her
struggle and gag while she tries to swallows his load.
Turning
off the vibrator, he pulls his cock from her. Letting go of her hair, her head
drops to the bed.
Panting,
“God. No more.”
“Did
you have a good day?”
“Yes.”
Still panting.
He
releases the air from the dildo and it falls from her pussy. With the release
of each binding, she huddles closer and closer to the bed.
With
the removal of the final restraint, she begins to cry and throws herself at
him. He catches her and holds her.
“What’s
wrong.”
“Nothing.
I love you so much it scares me at times.”
“I
know. It’s OK. Think of all the little moments in each of our lives that have
lead to this moment. Pretty amazing, isn’t it?.”
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