How quickly things can change....I quite happily told someone earlier this evening that emailed me, that i was presently owned...It seems that's no longer the case.  Profile is updated and current.  Drop me a line if you can handle this type of arrangement.  If you have any questions please let me know. 

We lie in bed looking at each other, exhausted from the frustration of the last few days. It hangs between us like a dark cloud that threatens rain. Her blue eyes plead with him to forgive her even though she's not really done anything wrong. Her body aches with desire. She wants nothing more than for him to touch her, to lay claim to her as his property once again, if only for a few moments, even if things can't be the way they once were. His deep brown eyes gaze back at her filled with sadness.

They lie together like this for what seems like a very long time before he finally reaches over and softly runs his hand over her hair, petting her like you would an adored pet. She stretches her neck forward as far as she possibly can and gently traces her tongue over his lips. He's being stubborn, but finally kisses her softly. She returns his soft kisses with her own filled with an urgent demand for more than he is offering. Her heart sinks when he softly but firmly pulls away, leaving her whimpering for more. She knows whatever happens that night will be on his terms only and while she isn't happy he's being so stubborn she knows becoming upset and bratty will do her no good. So she waits.

He reaches over to her after awhile and traces his finger in circles slowly down the sides of her neck. With that one touch her body ignites leaving her feeling as if every nerve in her body is burning hotter than an out of control fire. His hand comes to the front of her neck and she arches her head back subconsciously showing him with her body what her soul needs. His hand doesn't hesitate though and continues moving down her body. He traces circles around her nipples already hard with anticipation of what she hopes will come next.

Again she leans over searching for his kisses. This time his return is not quite so soft and she knows if she is just patient long enough she will be greatly rewarded. Patience however is something she has never quite learned and her wandering hands quickly betray her and find his granite erection. She's immediately pushed away hands pinned to the bed beneath her and again her body ignites.

The moments stretch on and on with him in complete control touching her softly, and then more forcefully. His hands on her breasts, hips, inner thighs, wrapped in her hair tugging firmly never quite where she wants them to be he teases her into a state of raw need. She becomes impatient a number of times through all of this and attempts to force his strong hands where she wants them to be. She reaches again and again for his hard cock and is refused every time.

Finally his hand again finds her neck and she again arches to meet it begging for him to control her. This time he loses the battle and responds to her needs his hand instinctively pressing down first gently and then forcefully. Her breath comes in ragged gasps for a moment and then not at all as her airway is completely shut off. The edges of her world begin to float and turn to blurry stars as her body is denied the oxygen it needs to live. She begins to squirm under the pressure knowing soon she will black out and then the orgasm hits her from out of nowhere washing over her body leaving her only with the ability to tap his arm firmly enough that he knows it's time to let go. He lets go and the air rushes out of her lungs in a ragged groan and she quickly fills them again. The orgasm still swirling inside her she blinks up at him with bewildered satisfaction her mind still not quite able to form coherent thought. He allows her to recover briefly before his hands set out again to explore her body this time forcefully, twisting and pinching her nipples, pinching and slapping her clit until she begs for him to fuck her. She pleads with him again and again to take her again grasping for his erection and still he denies her. He roughly grasps her ankles and pushes them off the bed and into the air above her breasts and assaults her throbbing clit with his mouth. She squirms and fights beneath him the intensity to strong and pushes with all her strength against his head until he releases her feet and pins her arms to the bed rendering her helpless.

She can do nothing but submit as he again begins to lick and nip at her soaking lips. When the fight stops and her arms go limp he releases her hands and sinks two fingers into her slick wetness stroking her slowly as he sucks her clit. Her gasps and moans telling him exactly what to do; he soon brings her to orgasm again. This orgasm takes her quite differently than the prior centering on her hot cunt. Her muscles clench tightly around his fingers first hard and then less and less as the orgasm subsides. Her clit turns into a hotspot and the slightest flick of his tongue leaves her screaming from the intense pleasure. She cannot take it and again begins to fight him in an attempt to pry his lips from her sensitive, engorged pleasure source. She loses once again; she never wins he is much stronger than she and easily overpowers her. He once again pushes her legs into the air and sinks now three fingers deep inside her leaving her able to do nothing but scream with pleasure as she is ravaged again and again by more orgasms than either can count.

Before her screams can begin to subside he grabs her thighs and roughly pulls her towards him, bending her nearly in half and sinking himself completely inside her in one quick stroke. Again she contracts around him clenching his manhood inside her, her body responding to what her mind wants. He reaches down once again clenching his hands around her neck forcefully but never enough to cut off her breathing just enough to let her know he's in complete control. He in fact holds her life in his hands. Her body twitches and quivers in lust as she revels in being used. She cums again this time her body spent, exhausted but strong enough that she clenches around him once again and in that instant he fills her. Spent as well he collapses on top of her breath coming in ragged gasps he holds her and pets her. She looks into his eyes, her lover, her friend, her husband and knows that while she is no longer his property, she will always submit to him in some way. He simply leaves her breathless in more ways than one.

We walk into our hotel room after what turned out to be a rather short evening out. I am frustrated but don't say anything because I know Daddy is not feeling the best and well I am not completely ignorant there are times I do know when to hold my tongue. I am nearly to the bed ready to resign myself to a long night of TV when I hear a voice behind me.

 "Stop!" the voice commands.

 My body freezes instantly, without any real coherent thought to do so. After all, I know this voice quite well and I know I am expected to do exactly as I am told without a moments hesitation. I can hear Daddy snickering behind me and I mutter to anyone who will listen, "sick my ass." I know he's tricked me and I know eventually I will seek my revenge but for now I must concentrate on the task at hand.

 "Take those clothes off and kneel, slut!" the voice snaps again.

 I begin doing so immediately. Slowly unhooking my corset one clasp at a time, just to make them wait a little longer. I slide the corset off and then remove my skirt and shoes leaving me in only my garter and stockings. I toss the clothes onto the bed before I sink to my knees and plant my butt on my heels, my head lowered, my hands folded in front of me I wait. I can hear the two of them whispering behind me but they are quiet enough I can't hear what they are saying. I hear one of them leave but I do not know which one until I feel my husband's hands on my shoulders. My head snaps up instantly my rebellion rising within and I anxiously demand an explanation.

 "Don't take that tone with me," he says in a voice he uses rarely with me. I know he means business and I return to my former position defeated. He gently reaches down and takes my hands pulling them behind my back, cuffing them just above my butt. He then places a blind fold over my eyes and kisses my forehead gently. I can hear the smug smile in his voice when he says, "You've been naughty, and well naughty girls must be punished." He stops for a moment, and then continues, "get up off your heels, after all we have to be able to punish you properly."

 I can't help but let a sheepish grin sneak onto my lips, my cheeks flushing crimson at the same time. I know I haven't really been bad and I know that the punishment he speaks of really isn't a punishment at all. However, I still have no idea just what they have in store for me a thought that leaves me both excited and anxious.

 I hear the click of the key in the door and Daddy walks away. The door opens and I hear footsteps entering. I can't make out how many but I know that it is no longer just the three of us. I become a bit apprehensive as I hear them whispering behind me. I can't make out who any of the voices belong to because they are speaking so softly. I hate people watching me I hate being the center of attention of more than those who are closest to me but I do not protest. After all, maybe it's time to begin conquering my fears.

 After a short time the room goes dead silent and I again hear footsteps approaching me. I tense and the hair on the back of my neck and arms stands on end in anticipation. I relax a bit as I feel my husband's hands on my breasts pinching and teasing my nipples causing them to stiffen. I moan and tears spring to my eyes as I feel the bite of the clover clamps he secures to each one. He tugs gently at the chain causing a wave of pain and pleasure to wash over my body before stepping away.

 Behind me I feel His hands on my shoulders just before I hear His sweet voice in my ear. "I have something for you, pet," He almost sings before tugging at my ear with His teeth. "Something you've wanted for a very long time," He says and at that moment all of the remaining fear melts away from my body. I hear a gasp a fraction of a second before I feel the first strike of His cane on my bare backside. I don't make a sound even though it stings, to me it's like walking out into the sun on a warm day. That feeling of warmth envelopes my body as I float into the world of blissful pleasure and pain.

I hear my husband approaching me and I raise my head as if to look at him a single word escapes my lips in a whispered moan, "Daddy." I feel him reach down for the chain to the clamps and he firmly tugs forward, pulling me towards him by my tormented nipples, until my lips meet his erect cock. I open my mouth as he slides inside in one quick, fluid movement. One hand wrapped in my hair the other wrapped in the chain he pumps himself in and out of my mouth as I moan around him each time the cane strikes my bottom or the chain tugs to tightly.

 A soft whisper ripples through the onlookers as the first of many orgasms wracks my body causing me to pull away from my husband's cock to catch my breath. The clamps bite down into my nipples as the tension on the chain increases intensifying the orgasm and causing my sweet juices to drip down the inside of my thighs. The first gasp of pain escapes my lips after the orgasm subsides. My backside covered in welts from the cane from the creases at the top of my legs to the bottom of my garter, there is no longer a ‘safe' place to strike.

 At this time the caning stops, my wrists are un-cuffed and I am helped up and onto the bed. The clamps and blindfold however, remain in place.

 I feel His hands on my thighs parting them quickly seconds before I feel His lips wrapped around my clit sucking greedily. A sigh escapes my lips as I reach towards the side of the bed sensing someone near.

 "Oh!, I yelp startled as my hand comes in contact with jeans rather than my husbands skin. I snatch it back quickly as if touching a hot stove, and the tension from before floods back into my body. My sudden change in demeanor causes Him to stop sucking and licking at my clit momentarily.

 From the other side of the bed I sense someone approaching and am relieved when I hear Daddy's deep voice in my ear, "Calm down little girl, no one's here to harm you. Everything's under control."

 I sigh and lay my head against his leg his hand stroking through my hair to calm me. I tense only slightly when I feel someone touching my breast tentatively before mentally forcing myself to calm once again.

 The former assault on my clit resumes only now it is accompanied by the foreign hands pulling at the chain on my breasts and Daddy's hand stroking my head and his voice in my ear reassuring me from time to time. I force myself to focus on the sensations going through my body. The rough feel of Daddy's hands as he strokes my hair, the warmth of my Master's tongue on my clit, the tentative tugs at the chain by the stranger.

 A gasp slips out of my lips as He sinks two fingers deep within my soaking pussy sliding them in and out of me slowly. Now the hands that were once gingerly tugging at the chain on my nipples become more demanding pulling it hard enough I arch my back trying to ease the tension on my nipples. Tears spring to my eyes sliding off to the side to be quickly absorbed by the silky cloth of the blindfold. I whimper in pain and pleasure, an orgasm building inside of me. I can feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm and finally I can no longer contain myself.

 I manage to squeak out, "please may I," before my words are cut short by Daddy's hand which he places firmly over my mouth and nose cutting off my oxygen supply. At that same moment the clamps are taken off my nipples sending the blood rushing back into them and causing a muffled scream to escape around the edges of Daddy's hand. As the edges of my world begin to gloss over the orgasm slams into me, my back arches off the bed and my juices pour out of me like the flood from a broken dam. I reach up and tap at the hand over my mouth and nose and it's released immediately allowing me to draw in a ragged breath of air.

 I hear whispers again from the edges of the room as I lay and try to regain my composure. My body chilled, my hair clinging to my brow wet with perspiration the apprehension of being watched by so many unknown sets of eyes begins to edge its way back into my mind. I shiver thinking about all those people watching me.

"Calm down, pet" He whispers to me. "Sit up you need a break." I sit up leaning against Him for support as He puts a cigarette to my lips.

 I turn towards Him and inquire, "are we done?"

 "No pet we aren't even close to being done, but don't worry you will be just fine," He whispers.

 "Master, I don't know," I whisper anxiety filling my voice.

 His finger on my lips silences me mid sentence. "Hush, no one will hurt you," He reassures me.

 Resigned I lean against Him once again.

 "Always such a good girl for me," He replies.

 I sit listening to the silence all around me. The only sound in the room is breathing and the occasional shuffle of feet. The silence goes on for what seems like a long time to me but I have no real idea how long it's been. Eventually someone comes up behind me pulling back slightly they force something hard and round into my mouth. The soft plastic ball fills my mouth and I let out a little grunt of disgust around it. Rolling my eyes under the blindfold I think to myself how much I hate ball gags. However, I know protesting will get me nowhere so I accept it willingly.

 Someone softly pushes me down on the bed. I can feel more of them around me their eyes gazing down upon my naked vulnerable body. I suck in a sharp breath as something cold and wet is slid into my tight ass. I can tell by the texture it is not a plug but I have no idea just what exactly it is. A soft moan escapes around the gag as once again my Master slides a finger inside of me. My body clenches down instinctively not wanting to let go and the first feelings of warmth and tingling start spreading through my ass. Things seem so warm but I know it has to be my own arousal fooling me.

Suddenly there are hands holding me down pinning my arms and legs to the bed. I can feel Daddy's teeth around my nipples and someone else begins smacking the inside of my thighs with a crop. With each nip or strike my body instinctively tenses against the pain causing my butt muscles to tense and squeeze the makeshift plug in my ass. The pleasant warmth of a few moments ago turns into an intense burning causing me to scream around the gag in my mouth. Tears stream out of my eyes soaking the blindfold and running down the sides of my face wetting the pillow below me. The pressure inside my dripping cunt and ass increases as my Master forces yet another finger inside my small opening beginning His long journey of stretching me. The burning is like the flame of a thousand fires all concentrated on my poor tortured anus it fills me and the only thing I can think of is the extreme pain and pleasure I feel all at once. I struggle against those holding me down screaming around the gag begging for it to stop and then continue within the same breath. The need to orgasm consumes my mind it feels as if my entire body is buzzing with the heat and my own raw sexual need. In my mind I begin telling myself once I orgasm they will release me, remove the finger of ginger from my ass, and it will all stop.

 I grasp to that single thread of hope as the orgasm washes over me causing my muscles to clench and tighten even more. However, the hold on me doesn't let up in the slightest and now my Master slides a third and then quickly a fourth finger inside of me. My mind is reeling it hurts so much and feels so insanely good all at once I don't know whether to scream or cum again.

 I'm completely soaking wet the sounds filling the room are of my screams and the squishy, slopping sound my pussy makes around my Master's fingers. The tears continue to stream from my face. Master pulls His fingers away just for a moment and I feel something cold and slippery coat my nether regions, and in the same moment a coherent thought crosses my mind and I know exactly what is about to happen. I feel as if the pressure may make me burst from the inside out as Master slowly begins working His hand into my dripping, aching cunt. The pressure builds as He slides in past His fingers up to the largest part of His Hand where the thumb meets it. Daddy commands the others to hold me tighter. I push against Master's hand trying to force it out of me. He turns it slightly just as I let up for a moment and it quickly slides the rest of the way in. I feel His fingers curling up inside me and now I am filled with my Master's fist. He slowly works His fist back and forth within me. My body clenches down on it as if holding onto a lifeline the fire I thought was so horrible before has become so intense everything but the pressure in my cunt and the fire in my ass seems to fade away. I no longer even comprehend the teeth nipping me all over my torso, neck, and legs or the crop striking my legs. It is the most intense feeling of pleasure I have ever encountered in my 32 years and I feel my mind may fracture from fighting against the pleasure and pain. Eventually my mind lets go and I stop struggling completely and just accept.

 I feel the orgasm wash over me and hear the gasps of amazement and laughing but I can't really focus on why. I have left reality and gone into my own personal world where the only thing that exists is a pleasure so intense it would make most people insane. I am flying high above all of them a rush of endorphins flooding my mind, and body to conquer the pain. I don't even realize I have soaked my Master's arm clear up to His shirts sleeve and the bed below me.

 Everything just kind of floats in and out of reality I don't really know what's happening for what seems like a very long time. At some point I do realize though I no longer feel the burning in my ass or the pressure in my pussy, and that my jaw is aching some but closed now so it doesn't feel quite like it's going to explode anymore. My arms and legs are no longer held to keep me still because I long ago quit fighting what was happening to me. Now my body only responds to the movements of the person above me. I still cannot see him but I know it is not my Master or Daddy who is pumping into my sloppy cunt. I am told to get on my hands and knees and do so. I can feel someone below me and I begin to run my hands up a set of soft and surprisingly hairless thighs. I lower my head down expecting to find and erect cock but before I even reach my destination I know the person below me is quite positively another woman. I hesitate for a moment. I do not have much experience with women and I am very shy about playing with them. I feel a hand at the back of my head gently guiding me forward and Daddy's deep voice in my ear reassuring me, "You will be fine honey, you've done this before". I softly begin licking the pussy below me so gently it's almost a tease. I know most women do not like to be handled as roughly as I. I hear a moan and feel her arching her back to force her clit closer to my mouth. Leaving my inhibitions aside I suck this foreign clit into my mouth massaging it with my tongue in little circles. I reach forward and quickly wet a finger and slide it inside her curling it upwards and then slowly pumping it in and out of her warm tight cunt.

 Behind me I feel someone get up onto the bed and then my soaking pussy is filled again with cock. I lick more vigorously as my own orgasm builds inside me. My own desire growing both from the moans of the woman below me and from the cock slamming in and out of me so hard that his balls are hitting my clit. I slide another finger into her as I feel the stranger behind me tense as he can no longer hold back. He grunts as he releases and this is enough to send both me and the soaking pussy I'm treating as if it's my last meal into a wave of orgasmic bliss. Her fluids soak my hand and face as mine soak the cock clamping down so tightly I force him out of me. I softly crumple onto the body below me moving up some so I can lick and tease at her nipples, our sweat drenched bodies entangle and for a moment we just lie there. I feel her slide out from under my arm and leg.

 Daddy's voice fills my ear once again, "lie back sweetie, you aren't finished yet" he whispers. Exhausted I roll myself over telling myself I can finish this, after all it is I who wanted it. I am pulled to the edge of the bed my legs tossed over a set of broad firm shoulders as my pussy is once again invaded. It is swelling now and even tighter than before. A set of well toned legs is within my reach on the bed beside me and soon my mouth is filled with another erect cock. While one strokes in and out of my mouth the other batters in and out of my pussy. I hear my Master's stern voice come out of nowhere, "remember NO ONE cums in her mouth."

 The cock stroking in and out of my pussy seems to move at lightning speed. Soon once again I can feel myself clamping down as my orgasm builds. As this happens I begin sucking harder trying to coax out the prize for my efforts. I hear him draw in his breath and pull out of my mouth only seconds before I feel his warm release coating my bare breasts. The other gentleman and I climax together and he leans down over me for a moment before pulling out.

 "Please," I beg, "I don't know if I can take much more." I whimper.

 "Shh, baby girl," Daddy's soft voice soothes me. "Have a cigarette. We are nearly done," he says.

 Someone wipes my breasts with a warm cloth as I sit and smoke, drinking glass after glass of water. I feel as if every possible ounce of fluid has been drained from my tormented body.

 As I finish my smoke, my Master whispers in my ear, "It's time to finish this pet."

"Yes, Master" I choke out.

 "Come here, little one," Daddy says.

 I turn on the bed and feel his leg beside me. I put my hands on his chest and mount him.

 "Lean forward now, pet," Master says from behind pushing me forward softly. My lips meet Daddy's in a passionate kiss as my Master slowly begins sliding into my tight ass. Once He is in we begin moving together fluidly. I pause for a moment to accept a third throbbing cock into my mouth and begin sucking greedily and for the first time in my life I am completely filled in every hole.

 The gentleman in my mouth finishes rather quickly and I hear Daddy dismiss him, "thanks for your help we'll take it from here." The others had all filed out at various times when their role was finished and now I was left alone with the two who have complete control of me. The blindfold is taken off my eyes and I blink even though the light in the room has been dimmed for my comfort. I lean back against my Master as I slowly raise and lower on Daddy's cock and He gently strokes in and out of my ass. Their hands seem to be everywhere on me, in my hair, on my breasts, my neck stroking me.

 My swollen nether regions clamp down on them both as again I am consumed by orgasm and I feel one then the other release. Master slides out of me and I collapse onto my husband panting and exhausted, to weak to even pull him from within me. He somehow manages to slide out from under me and I hear him disappear into the bathroom. I can hear the shower running and feel my Master's hands stroking my hair and back. I roll over and look up at Him with glassy eyes a look of dazed exhaustion on my face. He pulls a blanket over me as I am shivering and covered in goose flesh from head to toe. "How are you feeling pet?" He asks softly.

 "I am ok, I think," I sigh out.

 "You can lay here for a moment little girl," He says "and then J will be ready for you in the bathroom."

 I lie on the bed my eyes locked to His as I relax for a few minutes.

 "Ok come on now, go clean up," He says.

 "Yes, Master," I respond getting out of the bed.

 I walk into the bathroom and Daddy helps me into the shower and then steps in himself. The warm water stops my shivering. He lathers me all over my body and then washes and shampoos my hair as I lean against him. Before leaving the shower I finish my duties to him and wash him from head to toe. He wraps a towel around my hair and another around my body and leads me back to the bed.

 "I'm going to go now, pet," my Master says as He leans down and kisses me.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper in a sleep filled voice.

 I hear the door open and close one last time as Daddy crawls in bed and wraps his arms around me. I lay for a moment just soaking in the amazing feeling of love and care radiating out of my husband. A few moments later before I doze off I look up at him one more time, "I love you Daddy," I whisper.

 "I love you too, baby girl," he says as he kisses my eyelids. As I doze off to sleep I can feel his hand in my hair and his soft kisses all over my face and I think to myself how very lucky I am to be so cherished.

Seriously??? About ready to give up here....

Someone tell me where are all the Doms who get that if You control the mind the body will follow. 

Without that first....you basically just have someone who's willing to be kinky in the sack....what a joke!

A hint....if you can't get inside my head......you definitely won't be getting in my pants :)

b

I walked along the sidewalk outside the club feeling the cold cement under my feet. The black thigh highs I'm wearing under my short mini skirt do nothing to save them from the cold. It's chilly, I am only thinking about getting back to the warmth of my room where I can crawl under the covers and go to sleep. I'm a little sad, I was hoping this would be the night You'd finally choose to claim what is rightfully Yours but at least I had hid my disappointment well when You told me You were leaving earlier. I sigh my head down and continue walking. I come to the alley and peer down it. The light fades quickly from either end leaving the middle enveloped in a dark velvety blackness. I shiver as a chill races up my spine, I hate the dark more than nearly anything. I look down the sidewalk at the long cold walk around the building and then back down the alley again, contemplating for another moment whether to remain in the cold or slip between the two buildings. As if on cue a stiff breeze blows, lifting my skirt and causing goosebumps to raise on my bare arms and legs. I have to be the only person to wear a silk tank top in October and then forget my jacket.

My mind made up I lift first one foot then the other putting the black satin heels back on them. They may be clumsy but at least they will keep my feet dry. Armed with a deep breath I start down the alley slower than before. The light fades slowly until finally I have no choice but to take my first step into that thick darkness my heels clacking away on the gravely cement below me. I tremble again and slow down a bit more. Suddenly I stop, I'm certain I heard something behind me. I strain listening intently holding my breath subconsciously. Finally, hearing nothing, I roll my eyes at my own immaturity and continue on enveloped in the blackness around me. I don't make it more than five steps further before I feel someone behind me only a fraction of a second before my long ponytail is pulled harshly from behind snapping my neck backwards. A hand closes over my mouth causing my startled yelp to muffle and die before anyone outside of the alley could even begin to hear it. My feet try to continue forward but I teeter on the heels and finally have no choice but to step backwards into the body behind me for balance. The ten minute cold walk around the building doesn't seem nearly so bad now as I feel ragged breath on my ear and neck. I'm embarrassed at the reaction of my own body. I can feel my panties growing moist from the aggression The surprise finally draining from me replaced with rage at myself and my attacker I begin to struggle reaching with my hands to claw or hit whatever I can come in contact with but it is useless the man's strength is much greater than my own and he has had the upper hand since the moment I stepped into the alley.

I'm half pulled, half pushed to the wall by my hair. I brace myself to be slammed face first into the wall knowing it's going to hurt but it never comes. I'm pushed against the wall almost gently as if this person doesn't want to hurt me. The change trigger something in my mind and I begin to beg. Not that it does much good, the only thing that comes out is muffled grunts around the hand clamped over my mouth. I feel the grip on my body lessen just a bit and start fighting again. The aggression from before returns a bit as I'm pushed into the wall just a bit harder.

A chill goes through me causing me to tremble again as I feel a hand tracing up the inside of my leg. I wait for the onslaught to my pussy or ass but it never comes, instead the touch is light teasing and stroking me through my white lace panties. A moan escapes my lips and I flush with frustrated shame. How can I enjoy this? I can feel his cock pressed into my ass through his jeans, stiff and standing on end, in my rational mind the thought of what's happening disgusts me, but somewhere deep inside my body begs to feel that harness inside me. I remain still and let him continue his exploration, his fingers finally roughly tugging aside my panties and pushing inside of my wet pussy easily. A single tear rolls down my cheek until it comes in contact with his hand and I can feel it no longer.

Satisfied with what he's found he moves his free hand to my hips pulling them back. He kicks my feet apart wider. I'm paralyzed at this point I can do nothing but follow his silent demands. I can hear nothing but his breath behind me just barely over the thunder of my own pulse in my ears. Another sound interrupts this though the sound of his zipper slowly making its way down. Another tear rolls down my cheek disappearing into the hand. My skirt is pulled up and suddenly I can feel his cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. It feels warm and rock hard through my panties. A hand slips inside them pushing them down around my thighs and then we are skin to skin.

As he pushes his way into my tight hole invading me something inside me snaps again. I ball up my fist getting ready and start swinging at him as much as I possibly can. I make contact a few times but nothing that would actually hurt him. In fact to my horror, he begins chuckling. He grabs my hands easily bent the way I am impaled by his throbbing cock there isn't much I can do to fight him pinning them to the wall above me. I can still feel him silently laughing behind me and it nearly makes me crazy. He leans forward over me, his lips beside my ear, his hot breath on my neck causing me to tremble and instantly break out in gooseflesh from head to toe.

His voice is soft but stern as he whispers to me, "You know little one, for someone who wanted this so much, you sure fight a lot."

Recognition immediately floods my mind. Your hand releases my mouth and circles quickly around my waste as my knees begin to buckle. A single word escapes my lips "Sir?" I whisper, confused and relieved.

"Shhhh," is Your only response before You begin slowly stroking Your throbbing cock in and out of me again causing me to moan. Your hands pinch and squeeze my nipples under my shirt and bra as You continue fucking me slowly. I can feel myself growing tighter around You with each inward stroke, clamping down around You as my orgasm builds inside me. I know You can feel it as well when You start pounding me relentlessly, Your balls slapping against my clit with each inward thrust. It's only moments before I'm screaming out my orgasm and Your hand quickly clamps over my mouth again to keep me quiet. My pussy shudders and squeezes around You for what seems like forever until finally I clamp down so hardly and force You out flooding the ground around our feet. Only then the orgasm begins to subside and my screams turn once again to soft moans.

You turn me around by my hair so that I'm facing You. I sneak just the briefest glance into Your eyes before I blush and look down. You tug at my pony tail snapping my head back up again forcing me to look at You and my cheeks burn crimson. You press me against the wall behind me with a kiss so fierce it's nearly painful. The bricks bite against the exposed areas of my skin, scraping it causing just the right touch of pain. You pull away abruptly and look at me for just a moment before You put Your hands on my shoulders and push me to my knees in front of You.

I need no explanation and part my lips waiting for You to slip inside them. I can smell the scent of my juices hanging on You as You push slowly into my mouth to the back of my throat. The gravel on the ground below me tears at my stockings and grinds into my knees as I rock back and forth with Your thrusts sucking my own sweet juices off You greedily. I let You control everything for some time letting You sink Your cock into my mouth as You did my pussy only moments before until finally I bring my hands to Your waist and push You back slightly.

I tease Your cock with my tongue licking it up and down stopping only occasionally to lick and suck at Your balls. I watch Your face intently as I do to see Your reactions. The changes in Your face range from pleasure, to eventually raw need while I tease You. Your hand wraps into my ponytail again and I know it is time. I slide You into my mouth and begin using it to suck You in earnest. Each stroke taking You in just a bit deeper than the last until I am gagging around You. The taste of the little spurts of precum dripping out of You drives me nearly insane with the desire to please You. Finally I succeed at my goal and take You completely inside my mouth down to Your balls. I stroke my mouth on and off You quickly trying to quickly earn my reward. My throat convulsing around You I feel You begin to tremble inside my mouth until finally You cum spraying into the back of my throat. I swallow immediately not wanting to lose a single drop and keep swallowing until finally Your spasms subside and I know You are drained. I pull off You sucking as I go and there is an audible 'pop' as I pull free of You and look up at You shyly smiling. "Thank You, Sir," I whisper as I watch You tuck Yourself away.

You help me stand as You say, "You're welcome, little one."

I pull my panties back up where they belong. Sneak one more glance at You and continue now very clumsily down the alley the way I was going before our interlude. I do not look back my duty for the night is complete and You do not follow but go the other way. I pass a few gentlemen on my way back and can't imagine what they are staring at until I get back to my room. I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I pass by. My face is streaked with black eyeliner and mascara running down it, my stockings are tore exposing my scraped and bleeding knees, my blouse is even tore a bit in the back from the wall, and my hair is hanging in a now very messy, loose pony tail behind me, half in half out. I can still smell both our scents on me. I can only guess the gentleman imagined me a whore coming home after a hard night at work. I giggle to myself as I turn on the shower and strip out of my now destroyed clothes. I close my eyes and step into the steaming spray thinking of what just happened. Yes I will certainly have something to fantasize about for a very long time now.

I hate days like this..........wake up sicker than a dog, I want nothing more than to spend my day cuddled in bed with someone warm who will take care of me and make me feel better :(,   but Daddy's working and I'm all alone.  Time for a warm fuzzy blankie, some medicine, my pillow and Stephen King movies all day.  AND LOTS of sleep! 

She closes her eyes and immediately feels his hand slowly trailing up her thigh.  A touch so soft most wouldn't even feel it but to her it feels like electricity dancing in the clouds on a stormy summer night.  Her body immediately tunes out anything but the electricity produced by that one hand that seems to carry the ability to intrigue and terrify her all at once.  As the hand moves ever upward a confused moan escapes her lips one filled with both dread and the absolute need for everything he is offering her.  In that moment her stubborn resolve of the weeks past melts away and her inherent desire to please him takes over every fiber of her being.   Her need to submit takes over and carries her stubborn sarcastic attitude away like a captive in the darkest bowels of a wayward ship.  She wants nothing more than to please him and earn his praises.

His caress is gentle but his words filled with ice as he commands her to open her eyes.

She does so hesitantly never quite meeting his gaze. He knows quite well she hates this and will never be able to quite make eye contact for more than a few seconds.  She reads his eyes easily and feels the heat of her blush as it spreads over her skin.  She knows she's been so bad, seeking his attention in any possible way she could and most of those ways being a flat out pain in the ass, in many ways trying to force his hand and in some weird way regain control over something she never had any control of in the first place.  Peeking up at him through her lashes she sees the twisted smile of sadistic pleasure spread quickly across his face.  He knows he's won and she knows her punishment is coming.  This thought alone sends another wave of heated embarrassment washing over her body not caused by the idea of being punished but at the reaction of her body to the thought.  Just the mere thought of what he might do to her has left her throbbing and dripping wet even though he's barely laid a hand on her.  At that moment he grabs hold of her wrists with his free hand pinning them above her head to the wall behind her.  She gasps at the sudden force being used against her and quickly turns her head to the side once again attempting to escape his eyes.  He reaches up and carefully turns her head back facing him with a touch you would use to wipe tears off a child's cheeks.  He kisses her fiercely enough it nearly causes pain and then tears away just as quickly as he started, leaving her lips begging for more.  The twisted smile returns to his face as he asks her if she knows what's coming.  She shakes her head and her voice trembles as she replies no Sir. 

The anxiety of before starts worming it's way back around her mind as he turns her around securing her arms above her to a hook.  He does the same with both feet rendering her completely unable to move more than an inch or so in any direction.   He reaches around her trembling body and with each hand grabs a nipple and twists them so viciously her legs threaten to give way beneath her and probably would if she wasn't bound upright arms stretched high above her.  A scream of surprise, pain and finally pleasure escapes her lips before she can choke it back.  He grins triumphantly behind her and leans in close to her so she can feel his breath on her neck.  She strains against the ropes holding her in place to lean back into him, she needs so deeply to touch him, to seek his approval.  He lets her remain there for just a moment, just long enough for her to think there may be a glimmer of hope before he pushes her roughly back into position. 

He waits for a moment letting it sink in what is to come before the first strike of his paddle lands squarely across both of her exposed ass cheeks.   The sting is exquisite and immediately leaves a raised red welt standing out starkly against her milky white skin.  She doesn't cry not right away but eventually when all of her skin is welted and there is no way for him to avoid those areas anymore a tear escapes her silently, followed by sobs of pain mixed with moans of pleasure. 

He reaches down again and slowly traces his hand up the inside of her thigh which is now slick with her sweet juices.   She blushes again as he discovers just how much she wanted this, nearly ashamed of the way her body has betrayed her.

She's startled by a soft buzzing sound and then quickly understands when she feels the small bullet trembling against her engorged clit.  He slides first one then two fingers inside of her now nearly sloppy wet cunt finding her g spot quickly.  He massages it until she can stand it no longer and begs for release when he suddenly pulls away.  He stands behind her unhooks her arms and legs, turns her looks at her for a moment and walks from the room.

She opens her eyes and blinks against the harsh sunlight streaming into her room.  She looks around confused trying to get her bearings.  She quickly realizes her alarm is making noise, her husband is lying beside her, and she is at home in her own bed where she's spent the night......................dreaming. 

A Tormented Soul  -----Erotica---- written by yours truly  lol.

Her house sat near the edge of town facing the front drive rather than the street.  Surrounded by trees filled with summer leaves most people drove by it never having realized it was there.  He sat parked on the road in just the right spot watching her.  He knew her life was a façade.  The youngest daughter of a well respected family in the next town over, she lived a life of smoke and mirrors.  To most she seemed like a normal soccer mom, three boisterous boys running in and out at all hours of the day.  She was strict with them and didn’t allow them to run wild like so many other parents today; even as young as they were they had responsibilities and expectations to uphold.  The only people to come and go were family members, her husband of 10 years and the occasional delivery driver.  The perfect neighbors, never causing any trouble, so it would seem unless you happened to peek in their windows late at night or perhaps watch them leave to go ‘out’ on the weekend.  He had found out watching her return after a night out could be quite interesting as well only days ago.   It was nearly comical to watch the ‘sweet, innocent wife’ stumbling to her door at 3 am in nothing but her heels and her husband’s jacket wrapped around her very naked body.  It was even more exciting watching through the front window as her husband ravaged her for hours, her begging him to do things most women grimace at.  He screamed degrading her telling her what a dirty little cock-whore she was and she agreed with every word, begging always begging for him to use her even more harshly.  It didn’t matter what he did to her, how hard he smacked her tits or her upturned ass she always begged for more.

           He’d been watching for weeks and no one ever noticed.  It seemed that for a small town the people were fairly involved in their own lives never bothered by what was happening in the world around them.  She was no different than the rest.  She spent her time taking care of her family just as expected, but she also spent more than her fair share of time indulging in her darker desires.  He watched her spend hours talking to various men about her wants, her need to please those she’s with regardless of what that person asked of her.   He watched her every move, sleeping, eating watching porn.  He watched her wandering through her house while the children were away curtains open for the world to see completely naked day or night.  It was obvious to anyone looking in she felt completely safe, protected and maybe even invisible to the outside world.  It wouldn’t be hard for anyone who really took the time to look to see what a little faking slut she was, fortunate for her no one but him ever chose to look.   She had no idea he already knew every inch of her outside body and would soon know it inside as well.  He’d sit for hours watching her when she was busy, her milky white skin spattered with freckles, deep auburn hair falling over her shoulders, just brushing the top of her enormous tits.  Her blue eyes twinkled with the mischief that she hid so well from the outside world.  He’d enjoy turning the skin of her curvy backside red as he watched her husband do so many times before.  He had plans for this one. 

               He couldn’t suppress the wicked grin that spread across his face when he thought about invading her world, and her body, giving her all the things she longed for fulfilling all of her darkest depraved desires.  He knew all of them of course; knew them just as well as he did his own, after all she typed them out day in and day out, looking for the one who would completely objectify her and push her to her very breaking point.  What she didn’t know is that he’d already found her and was just waiting for the right moment to spring his trap, that moment when the husband and kids were away and wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon.  He’d been waiting so long, but only a few more days now and she would be his completely.  The mere thought of taking her had him throbbing, erect in his pants.  He sat in his truck teasing his cock through them the evilness of his plot exciting him nearly to the point of explosion.

                Right on schedule he watched her pack up her husband and boys that Friday afternoon.  They’d be leaving early the next morning for a trip to see his family.  Family she didn’t care to see.  He’d read many times about it already and knew her husband would be leaving early the next morning long before she rose for the day the perfect time for him to act.  He watched early that morning as her husband left, then waited.  He watched her get out of bed and walk through the house naked on her way for her morning shower and then watched her as she returned to her bedroom wrapped in nothing but a towel, water from her still wet hair dripping down onto her shoulders.

                She grabbed her computer on the way back from where it sat on the sofa and dove into her world of fantasy.  She didn’t hear the first knock on the door because she was deep in conversation with one of the men who was attempting to woo her.  “Fuck” she swore audibly hearing him knock the second time.  She quickly typed into her computer that she’d brb someone was there and closed the screen.  She wasn’t expecting a delivery so she came to the door in nothing but a thin t shirt and boxer shorts and blushed crimson as she opened the door.

                “I have a delivery for a Lee Peterson Ma’am,” he stated.   “Is this the correct address?”

                She glanced back into her house almost as if someone had called for her, distracted and somewhat irritated that her fantasy world had been interrupted for a stupid delivery.   She stood there for a moment taking him in.  He was gorgeous a full foot taller than she at least, strong arms with just the right amount of definition and looked completely cute and harmless standing there confused, wondering if he was at the right address.  Her twisted mind began to wander.  Dark hair, and eyes, tan skin, she could see just the edges of a tattoo peeking over the collar of his delivery uniform.  Looking down, she couldn’t help but notice him bulging a bit and blushed, quickly looking up.  “I’m sorry,” she stammered as she grinned up at him, those naughty blue eyes twinkling at her own wicked thoughts.  “Of course it is,” she said.

                “Great,” he grinned.  “Ma’am this is pretty heavy I’m going to have to bring it in for you, you won’t be able to lift it,” he quickly explained.  He stood there holding his breath wondering if she’d buy it, thinking his whole plan was blown when a look of hesitation and concern crossed her face.  He smiled down at her again, “Really Ma’am, just doing my job, I promise I don’t bite,” he laughed.

                Her face turned red again after all she’d just been thinking how wonderful it would be to have his teeth wrapped around her most sensitive areas.  The thought had quickly made her slick with juices.  “Sure. Ok,” she stammered again as she stepped back opening the door wide for him.  He leaned down and grabbed the box.  She was so immersed in her fantasy world she hadn’t even noticed there was no delivery truck in the driveway.  In fact the only vehicle in sight was a truck parked halfway down the block almost in front of her neighbors’ house.  She was oblivious to it all though, wrapped in the thoughts of her own dirty mind, and somewhat anxious to get back to her computer to tell her girlfriend about the HOT delivery guy that just came to her door.

                He stepped in as she held the door for him and placed the obviously heavy box on the dining room table.  He stepped back and sighed in relief.  A look of confusion crossed her face as he grinned and shook his head.  “I’m sorry Ma’am could I bother you for a glass of water?” he asked.

                Now a look of real fear passed over her face that did nothing but excite him more.  She looked at him warily for a moment, thinking to herself I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before, then quickly she said “Oh sure, it’s hot out there,” dismissing her own instincts.  She turned and before she’d even taken more than a step he made his move.  She didn’t even try to fight him she was so surprised, his big arm wrapped around her neck compressing her windpipe just enough that she couldn’t breathe.  She passed out quickly and silently.

                He quickly went to work.  He had no idea how long she’d be out or how much trouble she’d give him when she came to.  He gagged her and bound her hands and feet picked her up and carried her in placing her gently on the bed just in case she woke before he was ready.  It would be the last kind act she experienced for some time.  He returned to the dining room and opened the box revealing a large black bag.  He grabbed it out of the box and carried it back to the bedroom.  He dug under the bed putting together the swing they kept there.  It was perfect he could restrain her to it, and it had electronic controls allowing him to adjust position, height and basically anything else he may need.  He could completely restrain her while at the same time making her completely accessible to him in nearly every way.

                She tried to struggle as she came to, drifting out of the black fog that enveloped her mind threatening at any moment to consume her once again.   She groaned tugging at her wrists that were bound spread eagle, the same as her legs which were also pointing nearly straight up in the air.  She opened her eyes when she felt the breeze blowing over her still dripping cunt and breasts, realizing she was completely naked in front of her all too familiar attacker.  She looked at him again trying to place him but the memory escaped her.  She didn’t understand any of this, he didn’t seem to care that she saw him, could identify him later if need be but her fear was even greater than the confusion.  He was standing above her with a whip.

                “Well the little whore has woken,” he sneered down at her.  “Are you ready to please me you worthless little slut?” he demanded.

                “Fuck you!” She screamed.  “Let me go you pencil dicked bastard,” she yelled scowling at him.

                “Well, well well,” he sneered, “how uncooperative of you, I thought fuck slaves were supposed to be good girls, huh?”

                Her mouth fell open but nothing came out.  It was obvious he knew her.  He knew all of her secrets and he planned to use that knowledge to his advantage.  Defeated she simply lay there trembling, waiting for what was to come.  She already knew fighting was useless, whoever her familiar stranger was, he knew what he was doing.  She’d never escape.

                “That’s much better, whore,” he laughed.  “You just keep that mouth open and silent and we won’t have any problems at all.”  “Do you see this whip slave?” he enquired.

                “Yes,” she said.  She wailed as it the whip snapped first her left then her right breast causing angry red welts to raise immediately.

                “Yes WHAT?” He Demanded.

                “Yes, Master,” she hissed up at him through clenched teeth.

                “Work on that attitude, bitch, you don’t want to piss me off” he explained.  “Now obviously you see and have felt my whip.  It can bring you pleasure or significant amounts of pain.  The choice is yours,” he said his dark eyes twinkling.  He leaned in whispering in her ear “You be a good cock slut, and I’ll make sure your skin isn’t broken and you aren’t left scarred for life.

                “Yes, Master,” she whispered a single tear falling from the corner of her tormented blue eyes.

                “Now, lay your head back so we can start,” he snapped pushing on her forehead roughly.  

                Her head fell back, knowing what he wanted already she opened her mouth to accept his rock hard cock into her mouth.  She had no ability to move and was completely at his mercy as he pushed the swing back and forth fucking her mouth.  She gagged repeatedly, tears and snot running to the sides of her face dripping off to the floor below her.  It continued for what seemed like hours him pumping in and out of her mouth using his hands to squeeze and twist her breasts and nipples.  Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and whimpered.

                “Again the whip snapped down on her breasts raising huge welts immediately.  “Don’t you fucking cry at me you dirty little bitch,” he snapped.  “After all, I already know how much you like this, I read all about it.”

                She was too consumed with fear and shame to even think about where she had seen him at this point.  She never even thought about his last sentence.  As much as she hated what was happening to her, she was aroused.  She could feel her juices dripping down her fleshy inner thighs and into the crack of her pale white ass.  Her mind and soul were torn.  How could she like what he was doing to her?  How could she want to beg him for more?  She watched warily as he circled around her.

                “You have the mouth of a whore, you know what you’re doing,” he scoffed at her.   “Soon we’ll see if your other fuck holes are just as good,” he said.

                “Yes, Master,” she whispered looking up at him defeated.

                “First, I’m going to have some fun though,” he grinned wickedly.

                She watched him as he walked over to his bag.  He was so fucking hot, and she had wanted him to do all the horrible things he was doing to her.  He was sweating now.  She watched the beads of perspiration running down his back and butt as he dug through his bag.  She closed her eyes and sighed as this just made her arousal deepen.

                He walked back over to her fastening a set of clover clamps to her nipples and teasingly tugged on the chain.  “Every time you scream, I’m going to pull this,” he grinned.  He wrapped the chain in his hand as he lifted a paddle in the other made of diamond plate steel.  “Have you ever felt one of these, whore?” he asked.                 She shook her head no.

                “What, slut?” “I can’t fucking hear you,” he growled bringing the paddle slapping down into the back of her right thigh harshly.

                Shocked she screamed and just as he promised he pulled on the chain connecting the clamps so hard she thought her nipples would be pinched off.  “Please, please stop,” she begged him tears running freely down her cheeks.

                He dropped the chain for a moment and quickly sunk two fingers deep inside her throbbing, wet cunt.  “I don’t think you really want me to stop cock slut,” he sneered at her.  He began pumping his fingers in and out of her quickly causing her to moan attempting to strain herself so she was more accessible to him.  “No, I don’t think you want me to stop at all,” he said smiling down on her.  He ripped his fingers from her grabbing the chain again and began paddling the back of her thighs quickly and severely.  Every once in a while she would lose her composure and her whimpering would turn into screaming, and then he’d yank the chain again only increasing her torment.   Her thighs turned from pink, to red, and eventually purple before he stopped his assault on them and his little cock slut had become oddly silent.

                He raised her up with the winch and before she even realized what was happening he sank all 8 inches of his erect cock into her tight puckered ass.  Her response was immediate and she screamed in ecstasy as she clamped down around him in orgasm.  “Well imagine that, the little cock slut likes it up the ass,” he laughed.  “You really are a cheap little skank aren’t you?” he asked.

                “Yes, Master I am,” she responded.

                “You are what?” He asked.

                “Master, I’m a cheap little skank,” she cried out as a second orgasm crashed over her.

                “Such a good little girl, BJ,” he whispered.  He was almost certain she was so far gone by this point riding on the waves of her own endorphins she’d never catch it.  He assumed correctly.  She didn’t even open her eyes.  She came again and again as he hammered his cock in and out of her ass.  He almost lost it and came himself a few times, but he was smart and slowed down just in the nick of time.  He wasn’t done with his new toy quite yet.  He ripped his cock out of her quickly circling her and stuck it in her mouth before she could even protest.

                “Clean me off cunt,” he commanded.

                She eagerly sucked his now musky smelling cock without as much as a hint of hesitation.  Swallowing as much of him as possible, moaning her own pleasure around him.  She was lost in the sea of her own dark fantasies.  She couldn’t even count how many times she had dreamed of just this, being forced by some stranger to do completely humiliating and degrading things.  She loved being used and objectified, really what was the point in fighting it?  After all, she wanted it just as much as he did.  Still some small sliver of her conscious remained in the background.  How come she wasn’t screaming at him to stop?

                He began moaning enjoying her skills and again almost lost his composure.  He pulled out of her mouth quickly so he wouldn’t lose it and cum before he’d finished what he began.  He hadn’t yet enjoyed her tight little cunt.  Something he wasn’t willing to pass up.   He circled around her again and went back to his bag.

                She watched him again as he reached into his bag, pulling out something new to torment her with.  Her mind had cleared some and she had returned to wondering where she knew him from.   She reached back through her groggy mind and recalled he’d used her name.  She DID know him.

                He walked back over her enjoying watching the emotions roll over her features.  Fear, hatred, pleasure, pain, adoration and for the briefest second recognition but then it was gone as quickly as it came.  “You almost had it didn’t you,” he grinned down at her.  “Don’t worry whore, I’ll let you know before I leave you.”

                She looked at the cane in his hand her eyes glistening.

                Sneering at her he asked, “Do you want this slut?”  He raised the cane a bit and gestured to it.  “After all, it is your favorite isn’t it?” he asked rhetorically.

                She couldn’t believe her own ears when she heard herself say, “Yes, Master, may I please have it?”  She began sobbing silently, knowing the war had finally been lost.  Her twisted masochistic fantasies had won and she’d never again be the same.

                He quickly began striking her front side with the cane, her breasts, stomach and inner thighs until she was covered in thin red streaks.  She never cried even though he was certain he was hurting her in fact she eventually became so consumed with pleasure she came over and over again.  Knowing it was time he sunk himself deep into her cunt and pounded her relentlessly until he felt his own release.  He didn’t even realize he’d kept striking her as he fucked her.  At some point it had become too much for her and she laid passed out consumed by her own pleasure and the pain he brought her.  Her breasts were bleeding in couple spots and for that he was truly sorry.  He never intended to cause that much damage, only convince her that he would.  He wiped her down, removed her restraints and returned her to her bed.

                Before he left he found a piece of paper and scribbled this on it.                    Little girls need to be careful who they tell their fantasies to online.  I knew you’d enjoy this.  After all you’ve explained it to me in one way or another every day for the last six months.  Now you are mine, just as you wished.   James.

                She awoke many hours later and stiffly rolled over finding the note on her husband’s pillow.  She had at some point recalled who James was.  She’d spent nearly every day speaking with him for months.  Once long ago he had sent her a picture.   As she reached to grab the letter pain exploded in every inch of her body inside and out.  She sobbed thinking about what a slut she had acted like proving James was right all along.  Her life was filled with smoke and mirrors and he had seen past them all, looked into her soul and claimed it as his own.  She was a tormented soul in some ways never to be free again, in others more free than she had ever been.