The Awaking

It was only shortly after leaving the house I started to regret my choice of panties. With out the panty liner for my tennis skirt, the thong I chose had worked its way up between my lips and was causing a bit of friction on my clit as I shifted on the bike seat, pedaling in steady, if not rapid strokes.  That meant that every bump on the road I felt in a very real and a very personal way.  Coupled with the building heat of the mid morning my pussy was as wet as I was the previous day.  But now I was aware that I started to grind myself back in to the bicycle seat with each down stroke of the pedal.  It was the longest and most pleasurable bicycle ride I have ever had.  I was on the verge of an orgasm for more then half the way to Tina’s house.  I only slowed down for the sake of preventing wrecking my bike from the mind-numbing pleasure from an orgasm.

So, in that state I arrived at their house.  Sweaty and panting a little more than I would have thought, considering the conditioning years of tennis gave me.  Yet, after just over of five miles of biking through the morning heat and the increased level of passion, tinted with all the hope, confusion and a little fear that I had running through my body, I stood there in anticipation of receiving what I needed more than anything.  I stood there shock still, awaiting an answer to my rapid knocks at the back porch entrance.  The same screen enclosed porch door I stood at less than 24 hours before.  Albeit with what I thought was a different objective in mind then.  Or at least a more honest one.

It seemed like an eternity that before he answered the door.  During my wait, my mind raced with concern and apprehension.  Had I so misread the day before that he wouldn’t be here?  Did he not want what I had to offer him?  Was this all some little girl fantasy that was completely detached from the reality at hand?  I had thoughts of turning and leaving before I discovered the disappointment that any of my suddenly realized concerns might be true.  It is amazing how quickly ones mind can race away with itself and the topics it can cover in the space of a couple heart beats.  What seemed like an eternity actually turned out to be less than handful of seconds.  He saw me ride up his private drive way from upstairs and was on his way to the door when I knocked.

He invited me in to the same room as the day before and guided me to a kitchen chair.  One padded with a cheap vinyl.  The kind that skin nearly adheres to under normal circumstances.  The nerves of finally being here and the exertion of riding made the upper back part of my thighs slick with sweat.  I sat firmly in the chair and there I seemed, was there to stay as the chair held me firm.  The hem of my skirt too short to gather under me when I sat.  So, for the second time already today, I had come to regret the choice of panties.  Yet, there was something so naughty about being seated in this man’s house dressed as I was, slightly exposed under my skirt. Thinking of that caused me to be distracted though the first part of his questions and tried to fill in the blanks of what I thought that he might have said when he started speaking.

I wasn’t keeping up and that was clear to him after a brief pause while he awaited a coherent response to his follow up questions.  I was a little embarrassed that I was thinking for how I could feel through my damp panties my lips press into the padded vinyl and how my skin was trapped to it.  God I was so hot experiencing that.  I was jerked back into the present with his sharp announcement, “Catherine, I am talking to you!”

I apologized for the distracted responses I had given, but assured him that I was aware that I was here to satisfy the debt my mother caused him.  “I will balance the ledger how ever I may,” I replied quickly.

“Is that so little one?” he asked gently.  “Is that what you think I asked?”

“Yes, I promise!” I responded, eager to be correcting the wrong of being distracted with the eagerness I had in abundance.  It hardly mattered at that point.  Sitting there, in front of this dark and deeply powerful man I knew, even yesterday that I had desired to be subservient to him.  I think it was clear to him sitting there.  It was as he was aware that my pussy was surrounding the thing and taut material of my thong and it was causing all sorts of problems.

“Well, since you promise, I want you to take this note pad and write and sign your promise down then.  That way I will have your written word as your bond.  This is the first of your tests that you must first pass to become what I, and I think, want, which is to be my slave during the day.” he said in a matter of fact tone.  When he said slave, it cut through the haze of uncertainty and found my pussy spasm rapidly again, as if anticipation of orgasm just from the word.  His confirmation that he wanted me to be his slave.

I grabbed the pad and pen and started writing.  I, Catherine, will hereby make the effort to be your slave in what ever fashion you desire to level the debt that my family clearly owes to you and your family for the racially influenced grades my mother subjected you and your family to.  I have offered this to you of my own free will and have done so with out any solicitation from any one else.  The terms of my debt arrangement will be determined solely by my actions and considerations of you, my master.  Signed, Catherine and to which I dated.

So, breathing heavily, I laid down the pen and looked as sultry as I could up at him.  With that, he pushed back from the table in his chair opposite of me.  The scraping of the chair against was loud in the quiet kitchen.  More importantly, I could feel the scrapping as the chair moved through the tiled floor.  The vibrations seemed to go directly to my increasingly wet pussy and caused the first orgasm that I was to have there.  He looked happy that I was manifesting my eagerness so quickly. 

“Stand up Catherine.”  He said firmly, allowing for no distractions to crop up.  He also gestured for me to get up as well when he walked around the table towards me.

I did so.

“I want you to out your arms flat behind your back.  Please bend them at the elbow so you are holding each elbow in the opposite hand.” he firmly nut quietly ordered me to do, as he gently turned me around so that he stood behind me.  I heard the opening of a drawer near a built in china cupboard and then felt a cloth sleeve being looped over my arms and between my back and arms.  It felt as if something was being pulled, as if the cloth was being tied up as if it were laced.  When he finished, my arms, from elbow to wrist were encased in the heavy cloth but my hands were free.  It was the first time I had ever been bound in any way, though I had really wanted to try the handcuffs my friend had.  The loss of control I felt then and there was profound and extremely erotic.  I loved it.

He then instructed me to walk out the back door to the porch.  Once out side he said, “now, I know you are eager to give yourself to me as repayment for the prejudice your family has beaten my family down with over the years.”  He continued, close behind, so I felt his warm breath and firm chest against my upper back and shoulder.  “But,” he continued, “I like many things.  I like to punish, I like to do things that you don’t even know of yet.  I like to tie women up.  I think that there is nothing sexier than when a women, or in your case, a young women, is bound in various ways, to various objects, in various locations.  I never grow tired of seeing pictures of that Catherine. Or when I can, getting to do that.”  He paused and then added, “Do you wish to be sexy for me Catherine?”

I answered quickly.  “Yes I do sir.  And I do know of some things like that.  One of my friends has parents who left a movie that could be found by us gals one night during a sleep over .  The video showed different gals being tied up in different ways and we secretly watched it.  The gals, even the one whose house it was, giggled with equal amounts of fear and curiosity.”  Even though at the time, all the girls at the sleep over who watched it; claimed to be ‘grossed out’, including myself, really enjoyed it.  We all knew it too.  In fact, I knew of one girl had found a way to obtain a set of hand cuffs, she never told us how, and carried them in her purse. I confessed all of this which must have caused him to be taken a back a little.

He then chuckled reassuringly, “well that is good to know my little Catherine.  It will certainly hope you a little.  But now, we are going to talk a walk down this dirt path. It leads in to what is left of my family’s land.  It is secluded, but I like to be in the outdoors for some activities.  And, you will walk a head of me and at intervals I will stop you and make your walk a bit more difficult for you, and more enjoyable for me.  If you get where I want you to be, I will then know that you are truly interested in being my slave.

So, as the day before, with a swat on my bottom, I started walking from the house, this time, down a worn dirt path away from the house and not towards my bike.  After a about a hundred or so steps, with him behind me, he reached the end of his lawn and started out into the field that was overgrown with prairie grass, land that was obviously unsuitable for farming, which is why is was not sold.  In the distance, the path lead to a forest of pine trees to the right.  Further down, it  forked to the left to a small creek.  Not knowing if this was as far as he wanted me to walk, I hesitated; only to be told to keep walking unless I was having second thoughts about my test and wanted to quit.  With out responding or turning, I kept walking.

From behind, he started talking.  “My goodness Catherine, you have such lovely long and tight legs.  And, I must add, the sway and bounce of that little skirt shows that you have a true treasure of things yet to be seen.  However, now we have reached the second stage of the test.  I know it is hot in this sun.  My family labored in this sun for many generations, no thanks to people like your mother.” he said simply.  His words continued in the same matter of fact tone, “So, I will give you the same luxuries given to me and my folks.  I will start with the modification and then removal of your clothing as you walk.  The first being lifting the hem of your skirt to let more air get to that lovely little bottom you have.”

With that, he told me to stop and lifted the skirt from behind, gently trailing his fingers of my bare cheeks, causing me to shudder, and tucked the hem into the waist of my skirt.  My white thong now clearly visible.  Seeing it caused him to whistle. “Well Catherine wearing a slutty little pair of panties like that really speaks to the nature of the girl wearing them.  Don’t you agree little one?”  I turned to look at him with smoldering lust in my eyes and only nodded my agreement to him. What could I say?  It did.  He prompted me then, “Well little one, keep walking, you have quite a bit left to prove.”

So, I walked, with him evidently enjoying the site of my tight thighs and the jiggle of my fiem little bottom with each step.  I had to admit, I also found it rewarding.  It was thrilling to know that a grown man found looking at my body exciting.  I attempted to maintain the same gait and bounce in my sway with out seeming silly. But a sharp slap from his hand to my on uncovered cheek caused me to walk on my tip toes for a couple steps.  He said, “I like to watch it bounce when you walk like that.  I may do it again.”

I had not been aware previously, but he had been taking pictures of me with his camera.  As silly as it may sound, the idea of him doing so seemed so erotic that when he asked that I stop to arch my back, I did so with my butt jutting out from under the raised skirt so far that the thong I wore hid nothing as it slid between my lips.  After I had finished posing, he tucked the remaining portion of my skirt in to its waist band in front.  He remarked that I was clearly soaked through in my little panties and I knew he was right.  Of course, they were damp on the ride over.  The last swat I took made them flood with my juices.  Now with them firmly in the folds of my pussy every step rubbed them against my clit.  I was both in agony and ecstacy.

After several more paces, he had me turn so that my narrow behind as well as the rest of my body was silhouetted to the blue sky, next to the dark tree line and the open field.  He must have enjoyed the view of my bunched up skirt against my flat tummy and above the swell of my bottom.  His enjoyment was, well, pronounced.  He had clearly enjoyed watching my narrow waist and slender legs meeting in my tight little bottom as I walked just before.  I was thrilled to have caused the bulge in his jeans and impressed by the amount that the jeans were pushed out.  There had to be a lot going on in his pants to cause denim to stretch like that.

I thought then I was going to get my first taste of him then and there, but he gave me a couple of swats that must have left hand prints on my bare cheeks and caused me to hop a little each time.  But all he did was undo my bra from under my tee shirt and remove it from under of my tee shirt, leaving the tee in place.  His hands were strong and rough, like a man accustomed to physical labor.  They did linger over the mounds of my breasts as he stood behind me, he groin rubbing up against my ass.  Each finger lightly flicking up and then down over my nipples as he lifted and then pulled down my bra.  Each movement, feeling like a washboard, caused a bolt of electricity to find the desire in my pussy to be his.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I grabbed with my fingers, not encased in the cloth sleeve which bound my arms, and held his tee shirt.  I pulled my self back into him, arching my back, as instructed before by him, and ground my ass against the bulge of his jeans. I moved back and forth, side to side and up and down as rapidly as I could, with as much range or motion as I could muster with out breaking contact from his groin.  He just stood there, firm, his erection becoming even more responsive to my body and motions.  With out any warning of its severity, I came then and there from the friction of my thong against my clit and the rough denim on my exposed lips.  It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever felt. I was certain more so than most other gals would ever feel.  It buckled my knees and sent me to the ground in a heap.

There on the dirt path I laid for sometime panting to get my breath back.  Getting my tee shirt and thong dirty.  He stood over me, his shadow falling over me.  After what seemed only like seconds, he assisted my up by lifting me in his powerful arms to my feet.  “Come on sweet cheeks, we only have a little ways to go yet,” as he pointed down the path towards a lone tree stump.  I walked with as much composure and sway as I could on my still rubbery legs.  Thank goodness for the energy of youth and the years of tennis had given me.  By the time we reached the stump I noticed some things that you couldn’t see from a distance.

I saw that the stump was huge, the tree must have been very old when it was felled.  I was told that the tree was struck by lightening when his father was just a boy and that the tree was then used by the mill to start his family’s legacy as it provided a windfall when an over seas temple wanted to use it for its construction.  There was more to the story, which I lost in the glow of the orgasm from before and the gazing upon the stump.   In its worn surface, there were several metal hoops, the size if a hand, so I guessed that some rope could be tethered to it easily.  In fact, there were five such hoops on the top and there was one on each side of the tree stump.

He said then, “I only thought that it fair that where my family received its first break that your repayment to my family should be made.”  He then gestured to me to get up to the stump.  He then said to answer my first unspoken question, “no, today you will not be tied here.”  “Not today, but on other days you will be.  You see the sun shines over head for some time and there was less fun facts about this location for you, but those too you will discover in due time.”

“However, for now, you will start with sucking my cock!”  I got to my knees facing him, when he pulled the bottom of my tee shirt over my head so that the shirt stayed looped over my arms but my head was out of it. The sweat of my body making the shirt damp.  By bare breast were open to the hot air.  My nipples, now unconstrained were as pronounced as they ever had been, I could feel the trickle of sweat from my raised shirt slowly falling to the middle of my breasts and down my stomach.  He then unzipped his jeans and he pulled them down to his knees. 

He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock sprang directly outwards.  Its large purple head was larger then the handle of my tennis racquet.  The tip of his cock was not fully closed and the slit seemed to be rather longer than it should have been.  I was certain that I could get a finger into it.  Below that hung two tennis ball sized balls.  The shaft of this bobbing cock was thicker than my tennis racquet.  It was then I noticed with odd clarity that his shaft was slightly larger in the middle and tapered to its head where it again grew larger. 

I held my breath in both wonder and anticipation.  This cock was the king of all cock.  It was simply larger, thicker and apparently, much longer than any of the boys’ I had seen before this, even in the video I had seen.  “Don’t worry dear, it is only just under ten full inches.  You should be able to handle it all in due time.”  With that, he placed his hand on top of my head, and I moved my knees further apart on the stump top, to the point that my lips of my pussy were just inches above the uneven and rough surface of the stump.  This brought my mouth level with his cock head.

With the pull of his hand on top of my head and the small thrust of his hips he entered my open mouth.  The feeling of his fullness filling my mouth was incredible.  I could barely get the head of his magnificent cock into my mouth and kept it there, dragging my talented tongue back and forth of the tip of his cock.  I found the slit of his cock as I continued to suck in to keep the pressure up on his cock and was happy that I could flick the slit open with the tip of my tongue.  I heard his approval in the form of a grunt.

Deciding that he like this I slid my tongue into the tip of his cock slit.  With my teeth firmly but not harshly holding the cock head in my mouth fully, I worked as much of my tongue into the slit.  It tasted a little different but the sensation was making him happy and it was driving me crazy.  There I was, exposed on a tree stump with a man’s cock in my mouth and my tongue in his cock.  After what felt like a quarter of my tongue was forced into his cock I couldn’t get any more in and my jaw started to throb from being kept as open as it was.

One last little flick of my tongue in his cock caused him to lean back, pulling me partially with him and for him to go rigid with a shuddering orgasm.  The first blast of his cum built up around my tongue and then the second forced his cock of my tongue, and sent a long stream of cum into my mouth, coating the back of my mouth and tongue thickly.  He sent one more stream into my mouth before he was no longer able to stand still enough and his cock forcibly plopped from my wanton mouth.  The spray landed on my nose and forehead, a thin trail over my left eye.  The sweat of the day and the dripping cum didn’t get into my eye thank fully.

After he opened his eyes, he looked down at me and said nothing but grimaced and smiled as the after orgasm he was feeling spasm in his cock.  He then saw the cum on my face and dipped his cock head into it, wiping it up and bringing it down to my mouth.  Feeding me the last of his offering.  After a couple more swipes, he pulled up his jeans but wasn’t able to zip them for fear of harm from the zipper.  He smiled at me and walked to another nearby tree and sat down in a heap next to it.

I started to get up to go to him in the shade.  However, a sharp, “Bitch, get back on to the stump.  You aren’t done yet.”  I walked back the stump with a smile on my face.  Good there was more yet to come.

(Chapter 3 to come as well)