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HiddenDreams
01-17-2008, 05:04 AM
Renewed Spirit ~ Part 1 of 3

Her hair was wet at the nap of her neck. She could feel the water trickling down her back in long slow rivets. She knew her skin was glossy with sweat and wondered at how red it was from having been in the hot sun so long. She tried to keep her mind under control, tried to keep her mind from the panic that arose in her soul as time passed. She needed a drink but dare she try and get one?

Her nipples were all ready sorer then they had been in a long time, so sore they were no longer numb but throbbed painfully with each breath she took. The air stunk of cattle waste but she couldnít breathe, except through her nose, so she had no choice but to inhale the scent. Her mind wondered once again at how she had come to be here, how she had come to once again be in a position of having her senses on over load and her body tortured with sweet pleasure and pain.

It had been over three years since she had experienced these types of sensations and she had never experienced anything this extreme before. Those three years had been rough even though she had tried to make the most of them. Her goal had been to survive. Survive her marriage, survive her family, survive in general. She had tried to get her life back on the track that she felt she should have been. Her spiritual life had grown by leaps and bounds. She still struggled though with the one desire she couldnít seem to break free from. She had prayed about it numerous times but still could not over come the sexual sin of her body. She knew the scripture. She knew that sodomy and masturbation was wrong according to Godís word and yet she couldnít seem to resist it as it called to her. The more she prayed about it the worse she seemed to struggle. She was starting to wonder what Godís plan was in that area, she was starting to question if she was asking the right questions, for the right kind of help in that area, if God was even listening to her or if God had answered and she just hadnít realized it yet.

Before her husband had found out about her indiscretion she had been training as a submissive. During that time she had actually been working with two dominates, both of which she loved in different ways and for different reasons. One of the gentlemen knew about all of her relationships, she had been able to share more with him then with any one else ever before. He had been the one to work with her on her training and the one she had finally emailed when the turmoil in her mind and soul could not be quenched.

Her mind had always been what caused her sexual betrayal. Whenever she let her mind try and rest for a few moments images would appear as clear as ever from her past experiences. She could recall vividly, in her mindís eye, the nervousness from past meetings. She could see herself standing naked and explaining what the ďtoysĒ were that she had with her. Tears would gather on her cheeks when she recalled the sweet pain of the paddle on her ass. The pain in her nipples after they had been cruelly twisted and yanked up, making her stand on her toes trying to ease the pain, or the pain in them as she drug them along the rough carpeting on her way to serve or the lingering pain as she wore her seatbelt later. Her body would flush each time she thought about the constant thrum in her clit from the clamp and the soreness of her anal passage from the plug training. Those thoughts were, in part, what had landed her in her current spot.

She had gone to visit family. She wasnít sure what the future held for her and her children. She had told her husband the trip was just a simple extended visit. She had actually wanted to see if it would be possible for her to move back to her family, with the kids, and survive in the small town she had grown up in. It had soon become apparent to her that moving back was not a solution to her marital problems. She was at a loss when she realized that. She wasnít sure what the solution was but as she had tried to work it out her mind just drifted more and more to her sexual past. She tried to control the hunger and cravings she felt. She knew her husband wouldnít approve, knew no one in her home town would understand, and knew of no one who would or could help her fulfill her desires.

When she had emailed her Dominate friend she wasnít sure what she was asking for. She had sent him a story that had developed in her mind as she drove from one small town to another. The story had haunted her waking hours and tortured her dreams and had always left her wet and wanting. She knew in her soul that he was the only one who would be able to meet the desires she felt. Would she be able to step across the invisible line she had created though? Every flaming desire and wonton need she felt were in direct opposition to everything she was currently trying to accomplish.

In what she considered a moment of weakness she had sent the email to him. Maybe she was hoping to purge her sexual demons with one final story. Maybe she was hoping to start again on the only path that she had ever felt completely fulfilled on. She wasnít sure. He had replied a few days after she sent the email. His response was an email containing specific instructions, some of which coincided with the story she had sent him, others that didnít. She knew that he understood her deepest desires and longing and would push her as far as he felt it was necessary for her to go, no matter what her ďstoryĒ to him had been.

She had begged her mom to watch the kids for a few days, claiming she needed a break to clear her head. The next morning she had driven out to the old gas plant on the outskirts of town. It had been abandoned for as long as she could remember. When the plant had been closed the buildings and the concrete tank holders had been left. She had always driven by it and wondered what it was like close up but had never had the nerve to stop and explore. After arriving at the gas plant she noticed that the concrete tank holders that faced the highway now had concrete closures at the ends. They looked old but she knew they hadnít been there before.

It was very early. Only a little light had been shining when she walked towards the concrete stands. She had been thankful for the cover of darkness. Almost everyone in the area knew her or her family and she didnít want to have to explain what she was doing there. At the end of one of the stands she had found a note and a blind fold. The note had been typed but she knew it was from him. It instructed her to remove her clothing, except for the thin thong she wore, place the blindfold on and to stand, with her legs apart and her fingers laced behind her head, on the small piece of carpet at the other end of the tank stands. She had done as instructed. Standing in one spot as the sun rose above her. She was thankful for the blockade which protected her from being spotted by anyone passing on the highway, which was so close she could hear the engines and the trucks as they shifted gears coming out of town.

When she had finally felt his presence beside her she had screamed. His touch was welcoming and exciting even though it scared her. She knew his touch represented torture, relief, and sin all at the same time.

He had approached her very quietly through the high prairie grass. He had never been to this part of the country but had come because he had been able to read in her story the longing and need she felt as well as her confusion with the feelings. When he had touched her it had only been to lightly stroke her nipples. Her reaction amused him. She was trying so hard to be still and yet had denied her self so long that he could see the tremble that possessed each limb. As he had continued to stroke her body he asked her how she had been, he then asked her if she truly wanted him there. She had stuttered her reply, the desire and the confusion was clearly evident. He then asked the one question that each knew would seal her fate. Did she want to be a cock slut again? Not just any cock slut thoughÖ His cock slut? She again stammered as she answered, the need sounding as clear as the shame of her sin in her reply. Yes, she wanted to be his cock slut and she was begging for his acceptance of her again after her departure years ago.

He continued to toy with her gently as he explained how hurt he had been when she had departed even though he understood why she had done so. He was willing to take her back but only if she picked up her training exactly where she had left it off at and only if she was willing to prove to him she was serious about continuing this time.

Her mouth had gone dry when he had said he would only take her if she picked up her training where she had left off. It had been three years would she be able to jump right back into it after all that time? She knew her holes were all tight again and that it would be painful to say the least. Could she do it to prove to him she was serious? After gathering her jumbled nerves as best she could she consented. She knew, in her soul, that she needed to be owned and captured again if she was to do more then just survive.

At her consent he placed a large penis plug in her mouth and told her to suck it and wet it good. Her mind raced back to previous experiences with him as she tried to focus on what he was saying. Time had been lost on her training and it was going to be made up today. She was not to speak or make any sound throughout what was about to happen unless he spoke to her directly. He then removed the plug from her mouth and instructed her to bend over. Without waiting for her to beg for the plug, as he had her do in the past, he roughly shoved it into her anal passage. She exhaled sharply and cried out without thought at the pain that seared through her passage. It had tightened up considerably and she could feel the penis shaped plug reaching deep into her. It had not been as well lubricated as it could have been and caused her excruciating pain as he worked it all the way in. She blinked as tears threatened and her body swayed as she tried to get control of the pain and the sensations of pleasure and guilt.

He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear how disappointed he was in her making noise when the plug was inserted. She would pay for having disrespected him by breaking the one simple rule he had set for the day. Did she not remember any of her training? She shivered in response to his voice and the images that floated through her mind at his words.

She felt his hands once again teasing her nipples. She felt the quick stabs of pain as he applied clamps to each nipple. She felt his hands tease lower to her bottom set of lips. He fingered her lightly and, as he moved two fingers up for her suck clean, chided her for being wet without permission, just as he had always done with her. He placed clamps along each set of her lower lips and a single clamp on her clit. She had tried to hide a groan as he worked her but was unable to. Loosing her self in the fulfillment of the need she had so long denied she failed to count the number of clamps he placed, once again hearing his disappointment when she was unable to tell him how many clamps there were. He told her that he expected her to count when he removed the clamps, although she wasnít sure when that would be. Her clit throbbed beneath the clamp as he continued working with her, stroking her in such a way she felt a hum throughout her body.

Taking her laced fingers from behind her head he reached them out to the side, above her head, and she felt soft leather cuffs encircle her wrists. She then felt leather cuffs on her ankles and shivered as she heard the chains being attached to each cuff. She was spread as an X against the wall. The roughness of it a welcome feel in comparison to the softness of the cuffs.

She felt a very large and thick dildo being slid roughly in and out of her cunt before finally being left buried deep inside of her. She could feel her juices on her legs as he repositioned the thin thong to hold both the dildo and the plug in place. She sighed in relief knowing that she was far enough behind in her training that she probably would not have been able to hold them in place by herself for very long with out assistance and yet shivered knowing that if he was using the thong to secure them they would remain in place for a very long time.

Leaning close he asked her again in a whisper what she wanted to be. As she moaned a plea to once again be His cock slut he slowly started removing the clamps on her lower lips. She breathed out a count with each clamp he removed as she struggled to stay connected enough to remember his earlier instructions. When he reached to remove the clamp on her clit he instead took the ends and twisted it sharply. She pulled back, against the wall, as she struggled to thank him and beg him for more at the same time, trying to recall her previous training through the pain. He again chuckled at her and asked her if she was willing to do whatever it took to be his again. She nodded that she was as he once again twisted the clamp and admonished her for not speaking to him properly.

He slowly started to fuck her mouth with a wide, long cock gag, as he explained to her that to continue her training she had to focus on being the three hole slut he knew she could be. As part of her punishment for her recent disobedience and past desertion she would have to wear this gag in her mouth for at least the next 24 hours. She stifled a moan of longing and fear at his words. He knew how she craved the real thing but she had to earn the right to again be able to suck his cock, just as she had earned it in the past.

As he finished speaking he stopped fucking her mouth and tightened the straps of the gag around her head holding the cock so deep in her throat she struggled not to gag. She then felt him touch the outside of the gag for a few moments and wondered what he was doing.

Her curiosity was short lived as he once again reached down between her legs and pulled on the clamp still on her clit. The clamp had sat so long that the low throbbing it had started with was now a painful tingling that intensified each time he touched it. As he played with the clamp he asked her if she wanted it removed. She struggled against the gag to reply before finally just nodding her head. He once again twisted the clamp as he removed it still whispering next to her ear that she would have to endure her current circumstances longer, to show her desire to serve him, since she couldnít endure the clamp for him. She hung her head as his words sank into her soul and she realized how truly far she had to go to once again belong to him as she longed to. Still leaning next to her he then spoke soft words of encouragement. Words that told her how much he wanted her back, how sure he was that she could and would be his again and how he knew that she could make it through what had happened and would be happening to her, sparks of joy, faith and hope, long since dormant, slowly ignited in her spirit as she heard the words. Tears crept silently down her face at his words. She wondered how he was the only one who knew what she needed to survive what ever was placed before her.

That was how he had left her. She wasnít sure how long she had been standing against that wall, all limbs cuffed in place and all holes filled. Since he had left she had discovered a few different things. The penis plug in her anal canal and the dildo in her cunt where on timers that caused them to vibrate, at times they vibrated together, at other times separately, or rotating in a rhythm. She hadnít been able to determine an exact pattern and had both suffered and craved each vibration. She had almost orgasmed, without permission, earlier when he had removed the clamp on her clit and since that point she had been on the verge all day but had not been able to cross over to receive that sweet release.

She also discovered that somehow all of her limbs were hooked so that she had slack on one chain if she tightened the other three against the wall. This had helped to provide her with some relief as her muscles had gotten stiff from the position. It was a very small bit of relief but it was better then nothing.

At one point she had also sucked on the cock gag in her mouth, trying to adjust it and something had seeped slowly down her throat. At first it had startled her and she choked on it. Then, as she tasted it, she realized that it was cum. As she savored the taste it dawned on her, from the flavor of it, that it was his cum. Somehow, it was in the gag and if she sucked on it, like she would on his cock, she would receive small squirts of it. It was salty and warm but still tasted like sweet candy to her parched throat and helped to remind her of his faith in her. Of his belief that she would be able to complete whatever was asked of her so that once again she could earn the privilege of tasting his cock. At different times through the day she had been able to receive the treat. At times the cock gag had seemed empty no matter how she sucked or held her head back to receive the precious gift.

When she had first realized there was cum in the gag she had also discovered another painful fact. Jerking her head back in the excitement of finding his cum she had discovered that the end of the cock gag was hooked to the chain connected to the nipple clamps. She could lean her head back to receive more cum but in the process her nipples would be yanked cruelly up, causing blinding pain to sear through them from the motion. That was why she now wondered if she dare tilt her head back again to get another drink of cum. She was thirsty and would have loved another taste, even a small drop, but she hadnít been able to suck any more out of the gag and wasnít sure if there even was any more. Her nipples had been clamped so long that they had gone from a pleasant but tight tingle to numb to now having a painful continuous burn with a throbbing that matched the rhythm of her heart.

As she tried to decide what else her nipples could take she also tried to determine what time of day it was. She wasnít sure how long she had been tied there. She was burning up and feared that she would be roasted to a bright red color before he returned. If she stayed against the wall there was a small bit of shade, which was a relief, but that close to the wall prevented her from getting any of the breezes blowing over the wall, which helped to cool her heated skin.

She heard a train in the distance and tried to determine from which direction it was coming. Since she knew the schedule perhaps she could estimate the hour. The problem though was which train was it, had there been a train when he was placing her and she just hadnít heard it due to the sensations? She racked her brain for the answer as she continued to try and still thoughts of panic. She had to trust him if she was serve him again, no matter how hurt she had been by others, she had to remember he wasnít the one who had caused the emotional pain she felt and that any physical or mental pain he caused her was for her own good and was something she had begged for and consented too.

Slowly she sensed the shift in the sun, it was getting later in the day and would hopefully soon be evening. She was praying for the sun to set and a cool breeze to blow against her burnt skin. Between the heat of the sun and the heat of her desire and need she felt as though she was melting. She had tried but had been unable to get any further cum from the gag no matter how far back she had tilted her head. Her nipples, she imagined, where dark and purple from lack of circulation and she worried that they might never recover. The vibrations of both the dildo and the plug hadnít happened for what seemed like hours, although the lack of vibration but the continued full feeling still left her confused and wanting. It had been years since she had felt her clit this swollen and the constant throbbing in it left her to only imagine how much it stood to attention outside of her lower lips. She was tired too. Tired not only physically from the painful torture and pleasant longing she had dealt with all day but also from the mental ping pong game that had been going on in her mind all day. Try as she might she couldnít focus on more then one thought for a few moments before something changed, a sensation returned or was taken away, and her mind shifted to something else. Tears once again started to seep slowly down her all ready stained face as the exhaustion continued to creep in and she started to feel defeated of her goal. She had promised herself that she would gladly do whatever it took to be his again; could she really continue to endure this though?

Just when she thought she would have to surrender her desire and give up any hope of being his again she felt his cool touch on her skin and a shuddered crept through her body. He didnít speak to her but she could tell with each breath she took that it was him. His familiar smell filled her with relief and joy. He removed only her cuffs. First her ankles and then her arms as he caught her up in his arms and carried her away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, fear of being left again and the pain from stiff limbs and adjusted body parts making her grip tighter then she realized. Slowly, as he carried her she realized that she finally felt safe for the first time in over three years. He sat her down, still with the clamps, dildo, plug, gag and blindfold in place, and covered her with a cool cloth. He lightly ran his hands through her hair and finally murmured the words she longed to hear. Telling her how proud he was that she had lasted the day and that she would soon be his, just a few more details to work through. She then felt him leave and heard a car door close. She leaned back against the seat, trying to make sense of what he meant and to gather her thoughts enough to prepare for whatever else still lay ahead. She heard him get in next to her and felt the dildo and penis plug start vibrating again, this time in rhythm with the engine, as he started the car. Where was she going she wondered?

Continued in Part 2.

HiddenDreams
01-17-2008, 05:44 PM
He didnít say anything else as he drove. She sat, still suffering but in a new fashion, in the seat next to him. She grabbed blindly for a secure point as he turned an unexpected corner and felt him reach out and grasp her hand and arm, holding her steady. Feeling his strength and the exhaustion of the day starting to take hold of her, even through her pain and desire, she drifted in and out of a hazy sleep throughout the remainder of the trip.

The next thing she remembered was a feeling of floating as he lifted her and carried her into a building. Settling her carefully in a cool bath he released the clamps from her nipples which created such a sudden burning sensation as blood rushed back into the numb oracles that she struggled to maintain conscience. The pain was unbelievable and like nothing she had ever felt before.

He gently pushed her to recline in the tub after removing the clamps and watched the naked terror and pain rush across her face as the blood returned. He knew it would be painful, more painful then anything else he had ever done to anyone, but he also knew she needed to be pushed to the limit and beyond to truly be able to release herself to him again. He could tell by her expression that she was fighting against the pain from her nipples. To help take her mind from that pain he soaped his fingers well and reached out starting to roll her extremely swollen clit between his fingers. At the first touch she started to struggle involuntarily knowing that any touch at all would be both pain and pleasure to her.

He continued to work her clit as he commanded her to lie back in the tub once again. Her head hurt and pulsed, not only from her holes still being full, but also from his touch on her overly sensitive parts. She could feel an orgasm building and struggled against it knowing he hadnít given her permission to cum. The dayís events rushed back through her mind as she worked to gain control. She sucked deeply on the gag as she tried to fore stall what was happening. Suddenly she felt as though she had blacked out. She saw stars behind the blind fold, heard an oceanís roar in her ears, and felt blood rush through her as her body convulsed in the throws of the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced. As her mind slowly started regaining its equilibrium and her body continued to spasm of its own accord she started to cry. As good as the orgasm had felt she knew she didnít have his permission to cum and had once again disappointed him. Choking on the gag as she tried to beg forgiveness she felt his warm breath next to her cheek as he assured her he wasnít angry, although she would have to be punished for her continued disobedience. At his command she tried again to relax in the tub and allow herself to be washed and taken care of. Slowly her foggy brain realized that this was always the way it was with them. He would push her to orgasm and she would then beg forgiveness and take her deserved punishment for not asking permission or obeying his commands. She realized that he still knew her limits and had pushed them as far as he could today and would probably push them even farther before everything was done.

She took his hand as she stepped from the bath. She heard his voice explain what he was doing as he slowly rubbed lotion into her burnt skin. Between the bath, his hands, and the lotion her skin finally started to feel cool again, although the rest of her was still hot and throbbing with desire.

He reached out and twisted a nipple tightly between his fingers. She pulled back as the pain from the days experience came flooding back over her. He continued to yank on the nipple as he led her to another room, the entire time explaining to her that once she had earned her collar back there wouldnít be a need to use her nipples to guide her. No need that is unless it was what he wanted so that he could fully enjoy his use of her. Tears stung her eyes as she hurried to keep up. She nodded her head in understanding.

Finally she felt a cool slab against the front of her thighs. Next she felt rope, which felt as though it had been frozen in ice, wrap around the base of her breasts and around her torso, causing her breasts to burn as the rope was tightened into them cutting of circulation. No sooner had she started trying to register that sensation then she was placed face down on the table, smashing her all ready suffering breasts and nipples, hard against the flat cool slab. She felt her arms being tied at the edges of the table, ropes looping over her back to tie her flat to the table, and her legs being separated and tied to each leg of the table, hearing him ďtskĒ her again for not having her legs open as she had been previously trained.

Just as she started to think she had been left alone again she felt his hand over her rump. He slid it down until it slowly started to work the dildo in and out of her. The motion caused her excitement to once again increase and her breasts to swell even more painfully between the impeding restraints and the cool slab. After working with the dildo until she was on the verge of another orgasm he removed it completely and started the same motion with the penis plug. Her butt was sore from when the plug was inserted earlier in the day and the lack of lubricant throughout the day. She smothered a cry into her shoulder each time he fucked her with it. He watched her slowly as she tried to hide her distress from the anal fucking. He knew it had to hurt just as bad as removing the clamps from her breasts had earlier. He had enjoyed watching her struggle and ultimately her orgasm earlier but he still needed to push her over the edge to make her completely his. He knew she had recovered her senses somewhat from the bath and he wanted to get her to the breaking point again as soon as possible, for both of their sakes. With this thought in mind he grinned to himself as he slowly removed the plug.

As he moved away from her, after removing the plug for hopefully the last time, she felt a mental sigh of relief. She wasnít sure how much more her body, mind or spirit could take of this. Just as she was again starting to relax she heard the whoosh of a paddle and the next instant felt a burning on her butt cheeks, which were tender from being against the rough wall all day, so intense she cried out against the gag. She felt another strike and then another before finally hearing his voice.

After the third strike of the paddle to her all ready bruised back side he stopped and once again told her how disappointed he was in her having cried out at the paddling. He remembered when she could take that and much more, was she really that bad out of shape when it came to her training? He told her to place her chin flat on the table and to hold it there or he would have to make her hold it there. Afraid of disappointing him any further she did as instructed and held her head perfectly still, even though the position made it hard to breath with the penis gag still in her mouth. She once again sensed him touching the outer end of the gag and took a deep swallow, assuming she had been given more cum, only to discover that it wasnít his cum this time, it was his urine. As she fought her reaction to struggle against the gag and the taste he told her that as her punishment for orgasming earlier without permission and for crying out while he paddled her she would be enjoying his urine for a while. She closed her eyes tight behind the blind fold trying to accept her new fate. The taste of the urine causing her throat to constrict, making it even harder for her to swallow because of how she was lying on the table; she realized that the urine was not as thick and firm as his cum had been so it would slowly drip out of the end of the cock in her mouth even if she didnít suck on it. She shivered at the realization and tried to brace her self for whatever would happen next.

He could tell she was trying to overcome her aversion to the urine, which was something he had never done to her before. He smiled when he saw her shiver as though in acceptance of what was happening to her and proceeded to explain to her about the paddling. He told her that he felt it was only fair for her to receive as much pain as he had felt when she deserted him. He assured her that yes, he had understood why she had to do it, but that the why wasnít his concern and that he had to make sure she felt remorse for her behavior. So, for each month she was gone from him she would receive one kiss from the paddle for it. If she moved or tried to escape the paddle she would receive one kiss for each day of that month. After which she would then receive the same number of lashes with a crop and the same rules would apply. As he started paddling her again he pointed out that she should be thankful her mouth was full or she would have to thank him and beg him for each stroke.

She tried to nod in understanding at his statement about her begging and thanking him for each stroke and received a gush of urine down her throat for the effort. Trying again to control her gag reflex she started trying to keep count of the strokes just in case he asked her later.

After forty three strokes of the paddle, twelve for the first year plus thirty one for the month of August which she had jumped on, he decided that not only was she to get paddled and whipped with the crop but that between each yearís worth of paddling she deserved a special treat. Taking a double dildo he proceeded to fuck her forty three times in both lower holes with it, leaving it buried deep in her on the last stroke, before taking up the paddling again.

The rotation of the paddling, fucking, cropping, fucking, continued until she had lost any hope of keeping an accurate count. The penis gag in her mouth had finally stopped dripping urine down her throat but the taste still lingered and between that, her bum, which felt as though it was on fire, her cunt and ass which felt raw from so much abuse and her breasts which were either throbbing or burning depending on which motion he was doing her mind was once again unable to focus on any one thing for more then a few moments at a time. She prayed that he wouldnít ask her any questions because in her current state she probably would only succeed in disappointing him again. Tears again formed on her cheeks as she realized that deep in her heart this was the type of love and care that she needed and desired. That although to some it seemed like abuse and most were horrified by the mere thought of it this is what her soul craved to be complete, even though her mind told her it was a sin of the flesh.

After using the paddle, crop, and dildo on her he left her for a few moments to contemplate what else was going to happen to her. He knew he was close to the point he needed her submission from but he also knew he was dangerously close to damaging her spirit in the process, something he refused to do, even though others in past hadnít cared when they had done so.

Even though many minutes had passed she was till trying to regain her thought process as she felt her legs being untied. She still had the double dildo in her front and back passages as well as the penis gag and blind fold, plus her breasts were still crushed beneath her on the slab which was now slick with her sweat as he finished untying her. She lay perfectly still, barely breathing, waiting for his next order or wondering what the next punishment was going to extract from her all ready tender and tormented flesh.

davesmistress
01-17-2008, 06:45 PM
Thanks for the New Addition HiddenDreams

Welcome aboard and great to see and have you

cum4me
01-18-2008, 07:52 AM
nice story, I like it
keep em cumming

sexy83
01-21-2008, 02:45 AM
good story cant wait to see the rest

HiddenDreams
01-22-2008, 02:54 PM
He slowly lifted her from the table and unwound the ropes from around her breasts. They had turned a dark bluish purple color while on top of the slab and he watched as the color very slowly started to return to them. They were showing signs of bruising that he knew she would feel for several weeks if not months to come.

After her breasts were released she still remained very still. Having learned her lessons well today she didn’t want to experience another additional punishment if she could avoid it. Doing her best not to let her head hang, even though she was exhausted from all that had happened, she stood at attention listening and praying that they were almost done. She had never known him to be so cruel and yet, even as she thought of it, she felt the moistness between her legs increase and much to her horror her nipples starting to harden into tight nubs.

It was then that he reached out and took a hold of a nipple, again leading her through the house by it. After entering the next room and having her kneel he then went to her and removed the blindfold warning her to open her eyes gently and slowly since they had been covered for so long.

She did as he instructed and as she opened her eyes she noticed that there was bright sun light streaming into the room. Could it all ready be the next day? Was she truly going to survive this?

Seeing the question in her eyes he smiled at her gently and nodded. He then instructed her to reach down and remove the dildo from both of her lower holes and to do exactly as he said too. She removed the item, leaving it within reach if need be, and looked back at him, eyes lowered, once again questioning what he next had in mind.

Without pausing he with drew his penis and started to slowly work it back and forth in front of her face. She shivered at the thought of getting to suck it. He explained that it hadn’t been twenty four hours yet so her lips and mouth sucking it was not an option, as he calmly stated this he could see her gaze fall. She craved the real taste of his cock. Craved it deeper then any other feeling she had experienced. Begging him with her eyes she tried to convey to him that she would do anything to get the privilege of his cock again when he instructed her to start using her hand on his tool and to work it back and forth until he was able to cum.

She reached up and started to work his cock when she heard him command her to also work her clit with her other hand. Desire washing over her she slowly started working her hand back and forth on her own body as he told her that she was not allowed to cum until he had and had told her she could. She silently nodded in understanding and tried to focus her mind on his cock not the pleasure she was giving herself.

After several minutes of trying to maintain control her mind stopped working, she became entirely focused on him and his cock and forgot about herself even as her hand kept working. He watched her closely, holding his own orgasm in check, until the saw the moment that she surrendered, although not personally aware of it, completely to him. As he saw the moment wash across her face he shot his cum directly into her face and across her naked and bruised breasts. As he showered her with his richness he heard a sharp inhale through the gag as her eyes started to glaze over and she started to soar in her submission while still managing not to orgasm on her own. She was completely his now. She had finally surrendered her will to his in a way that only a true submissive can do. She hadn’t lost her will or spirit by any means, but she was now so focused on him and his desires that hers would soar even higher when he told her to let them. She was his to use as he saw fit. She was, once again, His complete cock slut.

As her mind slowly returned to the present she realized he was speaking to her, telling her to smear his cum into her face and breasts and to leave it there until he allowed her to wash it off. Her eyes stared at him softly as she started to work cum into her skin, still working her clit with one hand and still suffering and savoring the very verge of an orgasm.

He reached out and slowly latched her collar around her neck and then removed the penis gag from her mouth. She barely had time to stretch her sore jaw when he shoved his cock into her mouth and told her to clean him up and suck the remaining cum from him. She started to work diligently on his cock as he encouraged her and congratulated her with his words, all of which were like music to her ears. Just as he was starting to cum again she heard him tell her to cum immediately after he did or she wouldn’t get to orgasm for the next twenty four hours no matter what happened. She smiled and felt her climax moments after he exploded into her mouth, finally filling her
with what she craved and desired more then anything. Her mind finally focused, with all thoughts on him. Her thoughts centered around how she was going to beg for more, and thank him for everything she had received on her way to being His cock slut again.

HiddenDreams
01-22-2008, 02:56 PM
Thanks for the New Addition HiddenDreams

Welcome aboard and great to see and have you


nice story, I like it
keep em cumming


good story cant wait to see the rest

Thank you all for the welcome and the encouragement!

Scorpio'sWill2Power
01-24-2008, 03:17 PM
This is a wonderful tale that speaks to the heart
and the nature of dominance and submission.

It's very well written and the character interaction is
top notch work.

Just the right amount of erotic flaver to pepper it
with a heat that continues to build through out the
installments.

This mind set that is shared between a Dom and submissive
is one that I've found to reflect upon the most primal needs
and desires that two hearts can share and blend as one.

This lifestyle speaks to who some of us are on the inside
and is nothing to fear or feel shame about, it's just us
and all we can do is embrace that part of ourselves and hope
others who are like minded will share that part of themselves
as well.

Oh and welcome to this erotic Blue pool, we like keeping
the water well heated. Hee Hee

HiddenDreams
01-24-2008, 11:20 PM
This is a wonderful tale that speaks to the heart
and the nature of dominance and submission.

It's very well written and the character interaction is
top notch work.

Just the right amount of erotic flaver to pepper it
with a heat that continues to build through out the
installments.

This mind set that is shared between a Dom and submissive
is one that I've found to reflect upon the most primal needs
and desires that two hearts can share and blend as one.

This lifestyle speaks to who some of us are on the inside
and is nothing to fear or feel shame about, it's just us
and all we can do is embrace that part of ourselves and hope
others who are like minded will share that part of themselves
as well.

Oh and welcome to this erotic Blue pool, we like keeping
the water well heated. Hee Hee

Thank you very much for the comments. This story was deeply inspired when it was written so it created itself for the most part.

Thank you for the welcome to Blue as well. I believe we may be in the same part of the country too! :)