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| candle_in_the_wind |
“Have a little doze before I come to collect you, it's going to be a long night. Leave your back door open in case I turn up a little early.”
“Oh, and by the way I have a surprise for you”
I wasn't sure which sentence scared me more, the casual mention of the back door or the possible surprise.
The last “treat” involved me being bundled in the boot of a car, bound and hooded, by three strangers!
I did get a shiver of excitement as I unbolted my gate and patio doors, having an idea of what he may have in store for me so I made sure that I was fully prepared for him before I climbed into bed. Showered, waxed, douched, my outfit for the evening already laid out.
Conscious of my nudity and for comfort I put on my nightwear, an oversized, long sleeved man's shirt.
I didn't think I'd actually fall asleep but felt confident that I could play along should I be “surprised” by him as I lay in my bed.
However, once snuggled under the duvet, curtains closed, the room dark, warm and silent I drifted off.
I was awoken by a hand pressed firmly over my nose and mouth, pushing my head down into the pillow. I was dazed, half asleep. My hands came up to try and pull his away, I was fast running out of oxygen and he showed no sign of releasing me.
His other hand deftly wrapped a length of rope around my wrists. His usual artistic shibari not called for here. He needed me restrained, helpless, quickly.
He straddled my chest, his knee cleverly holding down the end of the rope so he could remove his hands from my wrists and face and use them to quickly pull a tight hood over my face. Still reeling from being woken so abruptly, the effort of breathing with such a weight on my body, I was disorientated.
I knew I was safe, was sure it was him and yet this nagging doubt was creeping into my mind.
Dragged out of bed, my head spinning, he pulled my hands above my head, tied the rope to the ceiling hook.
He kicked my legs apart. I'm not sure if it was to allow him better access to me or to give me more stability as I stretched upwards, trying to keep pressure off my wrists.
He left the room briefly. I heard the drop of a heavy bag on my bed a few moments later followed by it being unzipped and items pulled from it.
Thinking he was some feet away from me I relaxed a little but suddenly he grabbed the front of my shirt and with a hard yank that unbalanced me he ripped it apart. I heard some of the buttons falling then skidding on my dresser nearby. The force shocked me. He had never been so violent in his actions. This seemed like anger, frustration.
He stood in front of me, so close that even through the spandex hood I could feel his breath on my face. Why couldn't I smell his usual minty chewing gum? Why did he seem taller than usual, talking down to me instead of eye to eye?
Oh my god, I started to wonder if this man in my room was Him.
A large ball gag was pushed into my mouth, the hood stretched first into my mouth, soaking up my saliva instantly.
The most distinct noise assailed my ears. Undeniably a knife raking its way along a sharpening steel. No, not a knife, the noise was too protracted; it must have been a sword of some kind.
Three, four times, it screeched along the long metal grooves then I felt him move towards me and grab the shirt above my breast.
He pushed the tip of the sword through the thin fabric, I tried to pull away, sure he would not be able to control the implement, convinced it would pierce my skin, my flesh.
His hand pulled downwards and the shirt ripped easily, the force making me sway on my unsteady feet.
Again and again he cut and ripped, every inch of material shredded from me. I felt the strips of cotton falling around my feet.
My head was spinning, from sleepiness, fear, uncertainty, lack of oxygen. I was hyperventilating, everything seemed hazy.
I felt him up close to me. Face to face. Then he asked “Do you love me?”
The question took me by surprise. Love? It was not an emotion that we had in common. Was this another ploy, a chance to trip me up? A wrong answer giving him reason to punish or torture me more? I was uncertain how to respond and doubts began to take root.
This was not the usual man that dominated me. His smell, his height, his speech, his actions, his questions? All different tonight.
I stuttered and he asked me again “Do you love me?”
A cheeky imp answered “Passionately.”
“Who do you love? Say my name.” he demanded.
I was stunned, I could not respond. Convinced this was a stranger, I did not know his name but did not want to bring more torment down on myself.
“Say my name”, he roared, making me jump back in fear. “I can't”, I sobbed. “I don't know who you are”.
“What?” he asked incredulously. With that he pulled the ball gag from my mouth and ripped off the hood and as the light burned into my retinas and I rocked back with the momentum, his face came into view. It was Him. I was in His control and it calmed me slightly. The fear ebbed and then excitement rose in me. How could he manage to fool me? I was stunned, surprised and yet still somewhat fearful. I knew my ordeal was not over but could not imagine what else he may have in store for me.
He moved behind me and I heard him rustling in his bag. The sounds of heavy articles scraping against the thick canvas, chains rattling as he moved them around, glass and metal items chinking against each other, echoed in my eardrums.
My nerves were already shot, I was unsure how much mental torture I could withstand. I felt sure the physical kind would be easier to bear.
I was wrong.
The first lash knocked the breath from me, more from shock than force. Another followed and another and then a hail of them. I could only whimper between each strike. From the top of my buttocks to my stretched shoulder blades, then back down and over the backs of my thighs and my knees. The thin, sharp, stingy whip flaying me rhythmically, he did not lose tempo nor strength as he whipped every inch of my skin.
My cries were becoming too loud for him so pausing for a moment he thrust the ball gag back in my mouth, my lips dry and aching, my tongue trying to spread what little saliva I had into the corners before the leather strap cut in.
He kicked my legs apart, putting further strain on my arms as my reach diminished yet my bonds did not extend.
He began to fix a rope to the gag strap, wrapped it around my neck as he fashioned a snug but not severe noose then left the ends to dangle down. He searched in his bag once more. I heard a familiar “pop”. A flip top lid.
He once again kicked my angles as a sign to open my legs further and I felt the cold lube on his fingers as he probed my anus roughly, pushing the jelly inside me.
More coldness, hard, insistant. He had to hold me around the waist to stop me from moving away from him, against the force he was using to push the large steel anal hook into me. A “U” shaped item, maybe one and a half inches in diameter, eight or ten inches long. The longer arm ending in an open ring, the other topped by a large orb.
The pain was intense but I consciously relaxed to avoid any damage. The ball slipped inside me, my muscles sucking it in, my arsehole gobbling it up. Such a tight fit inside me, when he removed his hand it did not slip from me.
He tied the free rope to the ring, pulling it tight. That had the double effect of pushing it ever deeper into my rectum and pulling my head down by means of the gag (and the need not to be choked by the noose).
My back arched, my calves were burning from the angle and being stretched on tip toes for so long.
My arms cramped, my neck ached. The gag cut into the corners of my mouth and I could taste my own blood as one side gave under the pressure, a small tear, a mere papercut but agony nonetheless.
He came to the front of me, he wanted to see the pain and the fear in my eyes.
He flogged my breasts, paying particular attention to my oversensitive nipples.
I was at my end, physically and mentally. I did not scream. I felt faint. The pain and also the pleasure overwhelmed me. My bonds held me tight, awkward, ungainly, my arse and mouth plugged, joined.
He bent down one further time, I heard the electric switch and knew my fate.
He waved the magic wand in front of my face. He knew it was something I could not resist. I loved it but I hated its power over me. It was too intense, too consuming, I fear it.
He smiled wickedly, knowing that the pleasure it could give would also provide pain.
He held it against my clit gently, my whole body now shrieking for release. I tensed, stiffened from top to toe and the movement put more pressure on my bonds. My head tried to come forward, pulling the steel hanger further into me, the rope collar now restricting my breath. My legs muscles tautened, I pushed my pelvis out towards him.
He held the wand tighter against me and as dots appeared in front of me, the waves of my orgasm hit me. I thrashed and pulsed, like a puppet on a string, I had no real control over the spasms that assailed my body.
I screamed through the gag, the final jerk of my body like an electric shock. Stunned by the intensity, time stood still for a moment, then just as quickly everything speeded back to real time.
I sagged against him, my legs had no strength, my wrists taking the strain.
He held me while carefully removing the gag and rope but purposefully took his time removing the metal plug from me. My arse did not want to relinquish it and it took some force to pull it free. That final painful act was the end of me.
I collapsed into his arms, no longer aware of my surroundings, unable to speak.
He lay me down on the bed, amongst the detritus of our nights play.
He covered me, he salved my lips, he wiped the hair from my face and he watched over me as I fell asleep. No need for talk. The contented look on my face said it all.
He would allow me to rest for half an hour before waking me in readiness for our night out. I had no doubt that when we returned home later, he would have other plans for me.
| 10 Jun 09, 1:20 AM nortyboy UK, 4 yrs  |
As creative as ever! |
| 10 Jun 09, 9:51 AM felis_silvestris UK(M), 3 yrs |
A pleasure to read! If I take you from behind, push myself into your mind When you least expect it, will you try to reject it? Give it up, do as I say; Give it up and let me have my way.. |
| 10 Jun 09, 9:59 AM The_Colonel_Whatwhat 3 yrs |
Blimey. Ace! I came, I saw, I concurred |
| 10 Jun 09, 11:36 AM Ima_Kant UK(PO), 3 yrs |
Brillant! I shall have to SUBscribe to you! There's only one thing worse than not getting what you want... and that's getting it! |
| 10 Jun 09, 6:14 PM Bi_sub UK(BN), 5 yrs |
Wow your good, will have to read more....  |
| 10 Jun 09, 6:53 PM candle_in_the_wind UK(RM), 5 yrs |
Thank you all for your kind words citw The Gene Pool could use a little Chlorine |
| 10 Jun 09, 11:47 PM misfit UK, 3 yrs |
With time running low, the threat of yet more deadlines looming large in my mind, I cast my eyes down the weblogs looking for inspiration within the titles and my eyes fell upon the title PORN ALERT. Such a title could not fail to gain my full attention and I was not disappointed. High voltage indeed M Space travels in my blood. And there ain't nothing I can do about it. |
| 21 Jun 09, 3:06 PM mia  UK(M), 4 yrs       |
Wowzers! x Be nice to me, or I'll cry. |
