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| AshUK |
She sits at the table, her drink untouched in front of her. She knows she should drink it; that the alcohol will take the edge off.
She looks at him. His expression says it all. Nervously, she picks up her drink, and takes a sip.
Things have been good between them. Over the last few months she's learned to take more and more pain, building up from session to session. His earlier displeasure turned to satisfaction. Her shame turning to quiet, understated pride.
She feels like she's developed as a submissive. She knows this is what she needs, what she needs to be. And that he is the one for her. She adores him, and he knows it.
But recently, in the last few weeks, the distance has crept back between them. He's become obsessed with this, his latest idea. His latest test for her.
She raises her eyes, looks around her. It's a swingers club. Not even a fetish club. Fetish clubs she can cope with; the people there are friendly. They understand her, and the dynamic she has with her Dom. But not here. Here the men look at her with predatory eyes, and the women... either brash, or bland, they look at her as if she's the competition. Not friendly at all.
She shivers a little in the lacy basque he made her wear. The thin shoulder straps leave her breasts uncomfortably exposed, and it's very short. Nervously she pulls at it, trying to cover her bottom. She puts her shaking hand on the table, picks up her drink again.
It'll be fine, she tells herself. This is what he wants, it will make him happy. I can do it for him. She makes the mistake of looking up. A couple are just walking up the stairs. The man is naked, except for a gold chain and a towel around his waist. The woman is topless, wearing just a thong. She's laughing and smiling at a group of men clustered at the bottom of the stairs, beckoning them to follow her.
There's a noise at her elbow. Her Master has finished his drink, has put the empty glass on the table. He taps his watch and smiles.
“ Five minutes ? “ she asks, “ I just need to go to the bathroom ? “
He nods, and she goes to the toilet. She's too nervous to do anything, instead she just stands by the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Yesterday, she was a normal girl, in love, happy. Tomorrow.... what will she be tomorrow ? Will she feel different after tonight ? And later ? How will she feel when he's finished doing what he wants to her ?
It will be ok, she tells herself. She'll go upstairs with him, into one of the rooms, and he'll fuck her. People will watch, she knows they will. But that's ok. That can't hurt her. The thought of them all seeing her naked, watching her being used, terrifies her, as does the thought of them discussing her, and laughing if she does anything wrong. The idea of other voices creeping into her private moments repulses her. She is not an exhibitionist. But she tells herself it will be ok. As long as they only look, and don't touch, she will be ok. Looking can't hurt her.
She looks back at her reflection in the mirror; wipes the few tears from her eyes. She takes a deep breath and walks back to where she'd been sitting. Her Master is standing there, looking impatient. He reaches out his hand and leads her towards the stairs.
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He stands in the room upstairs, his hands on her hips as he fucks her hard. She is on her hands and knees before him, like a good slave.
Like a good slave. The thought almost makes him laugh.
Everything with her is so difficult, so traumatic. She says she'll do what he asks, and she rarely complains – but it's written all over her face; how much she hates it.
Sometimes he wishes she'd just say something, tell him how she's feeling. But she never does.
He grabs her hips harder, thrusts his cock deeper into her cunt. She's wet; it slips in so easily. Perhaps she's enjoying this more than she lets on. He wouldn't be surprised. Women are complicated like that.
A crowd of men stand around the bed, all watching him fuck his girl. They whisper amongst themselves; point at her breasts, her arse, her cunt. They are smiling. And why not ? He is putting on a show for them.
There is a woman too; an attractive blonde – in her late forties, he guesses. She's standing right in front of him, looking directly into his eyes as she wanks the cock of the man standing behind her. He looks at her and smiles; fucks his girl a bit harder, just for her.
The feeling on his girl's cunt around his cock is exquisite. He's always loved fucking her, somehow she just fits so beautifully with him. He loves her, he knows he does, but he hasn't told her yet. Doesn't want to spoil the dynamic. So he fucks her harder instead.
She moans a little under the force of his thrusts. He rakes his fingers down her back, loving the way her pale skin shines in the half-light.
The crowd around the bed seems a little bigger than before. News of what they were doing must have spread. He looks around – twenty, maybe thirty people ?
Good job she asked for the blindfold, he thinks. At first he hadn't wanted to give it to her. He'd wanted her to see them watching her, see how much excitement she was causing. But now he thinks it's a good idea. She'd probably freak out if she saw how many people were watching her.
Her moans are softer now; she's starting to enjoy it. He smiles. This is why he does these things to her. He knows she has the ability to be the perfect slave; just what he needs. He'll break her if he has to, break her and put her back together again. Just the way he needs to.
Some of the men standing around are openly wanking now, pointing their cocks at his beautiful girl as she bucks and writhes under his hands. In each of their faces, there seems to be a question. For now, an unanswered one.
But as he continues fucking her, he feels his climax building inside him. He knows he has a choice. He could come inside her, withdraw, show over, leaving just a disappointed crowd....
Or he could do something else, something bold, something more impressive... He looks up. The blonde woman is still looking at him. She reaches down, starts touching her breast. It's for him, he knows it is.
The man next to her has the same unanswered question in his eyes that the others do. The pressure in the room starts to build; the pressure of the other voices around him.
Slowly he pulls his cock out of his girl's cunt. She mews and whimpers underneath him, the sudden emptiness leaving her frustrated. The blonde woman smiles, and makes some room next to her for him to join her.
As he walks over, he nods to the man by her side, giving permission for him to take his place.
| 8 Dec 11, 4:59 PM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths    |
Nicely done.  I like how we see inside her head, then his. It makes for a very interesting insight into their relationship as well as the scene we are seeing. Cruel enough that I didn't miss the violence as well!
Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in.... |
| 8 Dec 11, 5:01 PM insanity_sane1 UK(NG), 18 mths   |
Bless, you're so sweet for sharing... "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." ~Buddha |
| 8 Dec 11, 5:33 PM valleyrose17 UK(BS), 2 yrs |
You ARE getting more romantic - I knew it... "Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed" Michael Pritchard |
| 8 Dec 11, 5:47 PM flamesdesire UK(OX), 4 yrs |
All the thoughts and feelings bought to the fore, fantasy becomes reality....brings back lots of memories. I like this one. jxx "Take me from this earth an endless night- this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips and taste your bloody kiss." |
| 8 Dec 11, 6:02 PM carenza_lionheart UK(NN), 24 mths  |
Th fact that she asked for the blindfold that allows this to happen to her is a delicious touch. The one who claims to be innocent - who wants to test the claim? |
