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| Drew_Heller |
You awaken. Your senses return one by one, first your eyes scrunch up with discomfort at the light, then your nerves kick in as your body registers the pain spots across your body, your sense of taste – that copper like taste in your mouth, then your sense of temperature returns – the cold, seeping through your skin.
You begin to shiver uncontrollably, your brain beginning to kick in and register just where you are. You try to move, but find you can't… No panic just yet, you're not fully coherent so the fear isn't there. You manage to roll over and as you do you see the blue of the sky and the white of the snow. Yes that's it! Your brain tells you – you're outside. But how? In your mind that question is like unlocking the door, soon enough it all comes back to you… The man – dressed in combat trousers and a dark top, the woman – stunning in latex and a corset. The club, going home with them, fucking on the car, being in the house and then, and then…
Nothing. You can't remember…
“She's awake”. You hear a male voice say “Good, lets bring her in for more fun”, a female voice replies.
You feel yourself being lifted up and dragged along, your brain is still woozy so you can't comprehend or articulate what is happening to you. You want to understand, but you can't.
You're sat on the chair; you collapse to one side but manage to keep staring at the two people sat opposite you. He's short, bearded and bespectacled. Those eyes have such intensity as you feel yourself under such scrutiny. You try to look away but can't. She's taller, her dark hair pinned back, she's still wearing those latex gloves and the green corset as well as the black latex trousers. She intimidates you – there is a harsh look on her face and you can't tell what she wants.
“How are you feeling this morning”, he asks. You try to recall his name…begins with a D but you can't quite remember… His voice, quiet and soft is somehow reassuring and you relax a little.
“I'm ok… I don't feel well. I feel dizzy and I hurt. I don't remember… What happened to me?” Your speech is slightly slurred and you know that there is something wrong.
The man smiles softly, he reaches over and touches your face and strokes your lip. You respond automatically, almost Pavlovian my sucking his finger as it strokes your lip. “Don't worry dear, you will…” That voice, so soft, so caring… But in the back of your mind you sense something else, a danger, and a threat. But your brain is still fuzzy so you can't quite make it out.
“When can we play with her again?” The other woman asks harshly. You watch as the man sat with her turns and smiles. Somehow your brain is telling you that there is something wrong – you look at her and feel very uneasy.
“Soon enough my maitresse… Soon enough” You recall her name and his, your brain makes the connection. He is called Drew and she is called Maitresse. Lovers, partners, Dom and Domme, sadists and deviants – slowly your mind begins to recall… Yes. That's it! You remember the online chats, the phone calls, the texts, the emails, the phone sex, the online porn – you remember agreeing to meet them in the club last night. The pair of them circling you like you were the prey – touching, teasing, playing softly, kissing, groping. You remember the ride home in the car – him driving, her in the back, and you next to him in the passenger seat. That dark road where you pulled off and he took you outside. She held your hands while he lifted your rubber skirt up and licked your cunt and arse. You remember Drew fucking you hard on the bonnet as he kissed Maitresse. You remember her nails digging into your wrists as you came for him. You remember the feeling of him cumming inside your arse then forcing Maitresse to lick your cock clean. The screams as Maitresse refused and Drew slapped her for her disobedience. You remember being forced to bend over and Drew grabbing Maitresse by the hair and making her lick your arsehole out as you squeezed the cum out. That flash of metal against Maitresse's throat as she protested but did as ordered.
Oh yes you remember that part…
That look Maitresse had for you after being forced to submit. Anger, fury, jealousy. Hell hath no fury and all that…
You recall being told to sit in the car and watch as Drew beat and kicked Maitresse for her disobedience. Not once did he raise his voice – it lowered if anything. Controlled aggression and fury, telling her how disappointed he was with her lack of motivation and attention to please. Reminding her that this is only the tip of the iceberg and to behave on the way home.
Ah that look – pure anger and hatred for being shown up to a guest. Maitresse glared at you all the way home. Her eyes burning as you remember Drew touching you up all the way back to their home.
The home. You try to look around again but can't. You're still not fully cognitive enough to work out why… Looking with your eyes only you can see it's a cold house, white walls, and black furniture. You can hear the roar of a fire – coal or wood, you can hear the flames and something spitting. You can smell coffee, strong coffee – must be freshly made. The floor is tiled, not carpeted or wooden. Unusual for a living room you think.
Again a flash from the night before. Coming into this living room – the fire lit but on embers, Drew taking your leather jacket and offering you a drink, you remember you'd had a few vodka's at the club but nothing else. You asked for water and he came back with one. After that… Nothing
You look at Drew, that same soft smile, those blue/green eyes looking at you. “I can't remember last night Drew”. You watch as Maitresse smirks slightly.
“I know you can't doll. There's a reason for that. I drugged your drink”. Those words, so disarming, but yet you know that panic should be there. “I slipped a little something into your drink last night to help you relax and to also forget a little. Don't worry your memory will come back though I promise. Now would you like a little refresher of what happened?”
You try to nod but can't. Your throat is suddenly dry and you get that funny taste in your mouth again. Adrenaline. Yes that's what you taste. The dull aching seems to subside, but you begin to wake up, sense the danger – know that something is definitely not right.
You watch as Drew pulls the laptop round and plays the video. It's a recording of you, Drew and Maitresse. The images show you finish your drink and you touching and kissing Drew, willingly taking his trousers down and sucking his cock. He's asking how you feel – you reply that your so fucking turned on… Maitresse is stood there watching and then suddenly she comes over and grabs your hair and slaps you hard. You fall to the floor – the camera picks up an image of your face – shock, surprise, hurt. You try to walk away from Maitresse, but Drew grabs you by the arms. Maitresse begins to punch you in the stomach and slap your face. You hear her snarl about being made to look like a fool by the car and how she's going to enjoy hurting you this evening…
You look up from the laptop and see Maitresse grinning, sadistic pleasure on her face. No she's not your lover, she's your tormentor, your nemesis – your brain is now switched on but you're captivated by the sexual violence on screen.
You watch your body being held over the sofa, Maitresse there with the cane and then what looks like phone cable whipping your back and arse and legs. You can see the welts and the cuts forming. But you can hear the screams. Raw, guttural, begging for mercy. Drew is there holding your arms in place, he's got you tight so you can't move.
You realise that you're sat on that very same sofa.
You look up to find Maitresse has spread her legs and that Drew has unzipped her latex trousers enough for him to play with her cunt… They watch you with such intensity. “Keep watching Doll, there's more”, Drew says softly. You watch the screen again as Maitresse finishes flogging and caning you and begins to fist you. The moans coming from you are so sexual; your endorphins are sky high at this point… Drew has his cock in your mouth and you know in your heart that you would have been there sucking greedily, desperate to please.
You listen as Drew cums in your mouth and makes you spit it out onto his hand. He wipes some of it across your face then grabs Maitresse by the hair and makes her lick his hand clean. When she refuses, you watch as Drew slaps her again. “Disobedient whore”, you hear him hiss quietly. You're laid over this sofa, forgotten in that instant like a discarded toy as Drew marches round the sofa to where Maitresse stands, tall and aggressive. You watch the screen as Drew punches Maitresse in the stomach and she lunges for him in fury, her nails swiping at his exposed stomach. For the first time you hear Drew shout in anger as Maitresse catches his stomach. “Fucking bitch”, he roars as he kicks her hard in the stomach. Drew pins Maitresse down on the floor by her hair with one hand and punches her repeatedly in the ribs and kidneys. You can hear Maitresse cry out as he unzips her latex trousers and forces his still raging cock into her cunt. You can only watch with fascination as he fucks her cunt, then switches to her arse, then back again repeatedly. All the time cursing her and making her scream.
You look up from the screen at Drew and Maitresse. Her eyes are closed in sweet rapture as Drew fingers her hard. All the time Drew looks at you, his Doll. “Well Doll… Is it coming back to you?”
You look down at the screen again in time to see Drew cum all over Maitresse's back, not giving her that satisfaction of feeling him cum inside her. Drew releases her head and she looks up in time to feel Drew's foot stamp on her face. “Consequences my Maitresse. You disobey, I punish. You obey, I reward. It's that fucking simple”.
The realisation hits you that while Maitresse may be the partner of Drew, she is not the one in charge. You realise that Maitresse is important but not central.
Maitresse's whimperings as Drew continues to finger fuck her distract you from the screen. You recall that whimpering though… As yes, last night on the bed. Tied together as one. You remember now as Drew had you both bound together in a 69 position, forcing you to lick each others cunts out as he kept swapping sides and had his cock sucked by one as he fucked the other with a thick dildo…
You remember that he pissed in Maitresse's cunt and forced your mouth open to swallow as she relaxed her pelvic muscles… The bastard, you remember him laughing at your protests and taunting you for not being kinky enough…
You remember how Drew came in Maitresse's arse and let her squeeze it out so it dribbled down her cunt and then onto your face. He had the camera there to take pictures of that moment – telling you that it would look great on his IC profile…
Drew is sat there smiling at you as you look up at him; reality hitting you in an instant. “You fucker”, is all you can say. Drew laughs gently, “afraid so Doll. Now how about you work out just why you can't move…” You watch as Drew reaches behind him and pulls out a mirror, he turns it to face you…
“You know”, Drew says softly as he sees the look of horror on your face, “You look exquisite”. You're there in a straitjacket, a wonderful sexy shiny latex straitjacket, you can't move your head because of the collar and hood you're forced to wear. The hood doesn't cover your whole face – just around the sides and back of your head like a balaclava, but its thick rubber and it's attached to the collar which is locked into the straitjacket.
Helpless and immobile
“Are we finished with her yet darling?” Maitresse purrs seductively as she strokes Drew across his chest and his groin. You can tell that she's rubbing his cock, getting him hard again. You know that he has only one intention – to use it on me, his Doll as he keeps calling me.
Doll – you understand why now. Plastic, controllable, malleable, easy to position, easy to use and handle You feel that sense of resignation in your heart to your fate, you have no choice but to submit – there is no escape from it. It's irrelevant to him whether you give him your submission; he'll take it from you regardless.
“Get up Doll, time to play a little bit more for today”. You stand on his command, compliant, almost willing. Your legs can move you see…
Maitresse is there behind you, you can feel her gaze burn into you as you walk into the bedroom. Your eyes gaze around looking to see if there is any way to escape, but there isn't. It's then that it hits you why you were outside – you tried to run last night but never made it. You remember running out of the door, fucked, beaten, exhausted and not realising that snow had fallen. You remember the icy cold hitting you like an electric shock and falling into the snow. The last thing you recall is seeing your drops of blood fall into the snow, the red of your blood sinking and dissipating into the snow – so beautiful. They must have put the straitjacket on while you were outside and left you there…
You're in the bedroom. Again, monochrome – it is symbolic or just some decadent bullshit they are attempting…? Who knows? Who cares?
Drew pins you against the wall by your collar – he kisses you gently and you can't help but respond. You know this man is a cunt, a bastard and a sadist; but there's this sweetness, almost innocence about him you find irresistible. Perhaps you want to save his blackened soul, perhaps that's what Maitresse tried to do and failed…
“Now, just to show that I'm not all bad, I'm going to make you cum…” Those words, so disarming, he makes it seem like it's an everyday situation. You feel him unstrap the thick latex strap pressed hard into your cunt and arse cheeks. The pressure is released and you realise how much you want to pee…
You feel as if he's psychic as he begins to push you down and you feel the rim of the bucket beneath you. No words are needed as you begin to pee – the relief on your face must be evident as he smiles gently and kisses your latex cladded head. You finish but as you begin to stand up he stops you. “No you're just perfect there”, you feel his fingers touch your cunt. Those fingers skilfully parting your shaven lips and pressing slowly inside, he gasps with mock horror as you feel his fingers slip in effortlessly. “Oh my beautiful Doll. How fucking wet are you? My my you feel like silk” He removes his fingers, sucks them clean slowly and you watch as he produces two vibrators. “One is for your cunt, the other for your arse”, for your pleasure my dear”
You can hear Maitresse somewhere in the background giggling as she hears you moan in pleasure as the vibrators are pushed inside your cunt and arse and then as the thick latex strap is reapplied to hold them in place.
All you can do is squat as you watch Drew lead Maitresse to the bed and unzip her latex trousers. You're captivated as he undresses and they fuck each other, all the time their gazes never leaving you. Their Doll, against the wall forced to watch as these people you crave and despise, who you feel nothing but revulsion and carnal lust for, fuck in front of you – teasing you, but arousing you. That forced voyeurism is something so depraved so wrong that you know you want to cum – you know that you are party to this and that somehow turns you on so much.
You can tell Drew is close, but he stops and withdraws from Maitresse's cunt. They exchange a glance and within moments have leapt from the bed to grab you. Maitresse is like an excited child as she straddles your face – you then feel Drew straddling your chest, enough to stop you from moving anywhere but not enough to crush. His cock is so close to your face and Maitresse is wanking it slowly. You can only lay there and gaze as she straddles your head and leans over kissing and licking Drew, whispering in this oh so seductive voice how much she wants Drew to come over Doll's face… Maitresse's other hand is playing with her cunt – you can see her fingers are shiny and slick with her cunt juices and she keeps letting Drew taste and lick them as she wanks him off. Right now, Doll is just an ornament they are sat on, nothing else. Right now there is only Drew and Maitresse playing with each other. Drew begins to finger Maitresse hard, she is close to coming for Drew and he is the same. Doll can only look up at the pair of them; she says nothing but just watches – her own pleasure building more and more from the vibrators in her cunt and arse.
But Drew knows, he looks down and winks at her and that recognition makes Doll's orgasm grow… Maitresse, incensed by this, begins to slap Doll around the face as she wanks Drew furiously, Drew in turn becomes more turned on by the dynamic between his Maitresse and his Doll…
Both Doll and Maitresse can tell that Drew is close – Doll looks up at Maitresse and sees a look of evil on her face… Maitresse covers Dolls mouth so all she can do is breathe through her nose. She leans over and begins to bite Drew on the neck, telling him to come for his baby and his doll…
Maitresse leans back and skilfully tilts Drew's cock towards Doll's face just as he begins to cum. Maitresse still has her hand clamped over Doll's face. Doll knows what is going to happen and tries to relax. She feels the cum splash over her face and feels it get inhaled up her nose. She feels the cum trickles down her cheeks and over her eyelids. Maitresse releases her hand and wipes the cum on the back of her latex gloved hand across Doll's mouth.
“You wanted to taste Drew's cum again didn't you? Well you can taste it and smell it as well…” Maitresse hisses gently.
Drew smiles at Maitresse and kisses her hard, “Wonderful, simply wonderful my Maitresse”.
Maitresse looks back at Drew and smiles innocently, “but I'm not done yet daddy”, taunting him slightly. Drew watches as Maitresse spreads her cunt lips and begins to piss over Doll's face. Drew can only grin at this spectacle.
For Doll it is the final indignation and her last defence is broken, she looks at Drew and the pleasure on his face and gives into temptation. She cums hard for her tormentors, her lovers, her new found Master and Mistress.
Drew leans over Doll and kisses her gently on her piss and cum soaked lips. “You're my Doll now. Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy… Thank you”
| 2 Dec 10, 9:17 PM hollythedolly UK(NN), 2 yrs   |
wow begging is my business | |
| 2 Dec 10, 9:28 PM Dark_Cherry UK(B), 2 yrs     |
You did it! Thanks sugar  ETA - don't I get credit for the nasal cum shot though? People die of common sense. One lost moment at a time. Edited 2 Dec 10, 9:55 PM by Dark_Cherry | |
| 2 Dec 10, 9:29 PM Relaxed_and_Chaotic UK(SE), 3 yrs |
Wow...horrible....gorgeous.....wow!  "There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master." D. H. Lawrence | |
| 2 Dec 10, 9:32 PM Scarlet_Cheex UK(NE), 5 yrs |
 xxx | |
| 2 Dec 10, 10:03 PM Lascif 3 yrs |
All I seem to do lately is read porn blogs and masturbate.......
Thank you K x x I can't hear you when you shout. | |
| 2 Dec 10, 11:28 PM insanity_sane1 UK(NG), 18 mths  |
Oh my, blogs like that make me wish i was snowed in everyday. Incredible. Thank you. "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." ~Buddha | |
| 5 Dec 10, 11:43 AM The_Dolls_House 2 yrs |
a little late in replying, but just wanted to add my appreciation. | |
| 20 Jan 11, 11:42 AM Ghedes_Princess UK(SW), 6 yrs  |
And this is where I remind people that not *all* white substances are for snorting! Scene: Us on the bed doing norty stuffs, he cums I inhale. Result: Cum up nose = Much laughing from all parties! | |
| 20 Jan 11, 1:26 PM Drew_Heller UK(LS), 4 yrs |
Just to clarify that one Princess - I aint doing the splashing and you aint doing the one snorting...!!! *wipes brow* I tried to be nice and have a social concience... Then I realised how much I hated people and the retards in society... | |
| 20 Jan 11, 7:51 PM Ghedes_Princess UK(SW), 6 yrs |
Ewww! Gross! I would also like to clarify that It was DEFINITELY not @Drew_Heller jizz. It was me snorting though... *giggle* |
