seekingour3rd

Another story I have written nothing real in there but I had some fun thinking about it

She wakes up on a cold hard surface. She cant see, its like her eyes are still shut, but she knows they are open. The air is chilly and she realizes with a shock she has no clothes on. What has happened? Where is she? How did she come to be here? Above her she hears a voice. A male voice telling her not to move too far, she is on a ledge and it’s a long fall to the bottom off the edge. She starts to remember, that voice, her desires, her darkest fantasy. She only heard that voice over the phone, after talking online for so long, expressing her desire to be kidnapped and taken away, used and kept anyway her captor wanted. She remembers that he did seem more serious than most of the posers she talked to, and even gave out where she worked to him. Now she remembers walking up to her front door after work, the smell the cloth, then nothing. He did it, he really did it, took her away from everything, and no one knows anything about where she is. No close family or friends to wonder, besides work who will miss her for weeks? No one that is the sad part, but now what is she to do? She is nude on a rock ledge in a cave and with no light to see by her fear goes up another level. Fear is not the only thing that goes up, her desire to be used also goes up, she can feel how wet she is, the warmth of her fluids leaking out of her, running down to her ass crack as she sits hugging her knees.

Hours pass and she hears steps as he comes back. Something bangs off the rocks near her, she feels over to it and can tell it’s a rope ladder, and can feel it sway as he climbs down. When he gets to the bottom, he pulls out a flashlight, blinding her with the first light she has seen in hours. A small backpack has some food in it that she gobbles up quickly, and she sees a water jug on her ledge that must have been there for hours. At least she will not dehydrate she thinks. She still cannot see his face, with a ski mask on, she still has no idea what this man looks like. When it was online and on the phone it was a sexy naughty thrill to think about, now she is at his mercy she wishes she could see his face, read his expressions to know what he was thinking. All of a sudden she is grabbed and spun around hands forced against the cold rock wall legs spread, head touching that cool stone. The gush of arousal she feels is incredible, beyond anything she ever thought she could feel in her life. She knows she is going to be taken, he controls everything about her, so her pussy is just a small part of her. She feels him enter her, no warm up needed, and she looses herself in the feelings. At one point she knows he is holding her up another she knows she is thrusting back so hard she is pushing off the wall to impale herself onto him. When she comes back to her senses, she is alone in the dark, warm fluids running out of her pussy. She dips her fingers in, and tastes, the warm salty fluid of the man who just fucked her for the first time. She starts in horror, for he did not use protection what happens if she becomes pregnant? After a moment of fear she relaxes and starts to understand no matter what happens from this point on, she is forever more his to do with what He wants.

The same pattern goes on for days or week or even months she has lost all track of time. The only light she sees is when He comes to her, with food and water. She is alone and in the dark so much she clings to Him each time he comes, doing whatever He wants just to have Him there a little bit longer. She hated blowjobs before but now she sucks Him for hours if He allows her to. The taste of cum made her sick but how she yearns for that taste and continues to suck, to get Him hard again so He will stay longer. She opens her own ass for Him to fuck, something she never allowed any man to do before. The pain was incredible at first now she rather likes the feeling of being full of His dick. Nothing still rivals Him taking her in her wet pussy. She spends all her time along thinking about Him, how he will use her next, will He bring the flogger back? Will He plug her and lock it for hours so she is begging to be allowed to shit when He returns? The complete control He has over her is something that excites her to her core it has not worn off instead seems to get stronger and stronger as He holds her there.

She is awakened by the sound of the rope hitting the wall as He lowers it for His descent. She kneels on the cold stone floor of the ledge, arms behind her back, chest out, and head down. This is how He told her to present herself each time He comes, the one time she rebelled he beat her till she was a puddle of crying flesh. She no longer wants to fight, resist, or anything else, she only wants to serve Him anyway she can. Her old life seems like a dream or nightmare really, her present reality serving Him is all she ever wants. She awaits Him wondering what today may bring.

He speaks to her, telling her she has been down here for 4 months, and that today she has a choice to make, she can climb the ladder and go back to her old life or climb it and go with Him. This is the end of her training and she must decide what she wants to do with the rest of her life. He tells her if she chooses Him, she will be always be His and live with Him forever, if she walks away she will never see nor hear from Him again. She does not even think about the choice as she leans forward, head to the floor and whispers take me Sir. He orders her up the ladder and she finds some clothes at the top for her. She gets dressed on His orders and awaits Him. He blindfolds her and leads her to a car, where she gets tied and lays down in the back seat. He drives for a while and then the car stops. The door opens and He guides her out. A door opens and she is lead inside, then to a seat. She hears a buzzing sound, and before she knows what is going on her head is tied down along with her chest and arms. She can’t even wiggle any, as the buzzing sound gets louder. She wonders what is going on till she feels the prick of the gun in her neck, it is a tattoo gun, and it is on her neck, She hears His voice, I am marking you as mine forever, this tattoo of a collar can never be removed, will always be on you, and will show the world you are Mine. She has been so excited for so long just hearing those words in that tone of voice the voice of her Sir along with the pain makes her cum again. She relaxes into the chair till time to shift around so they can do the back of her neck just loving her Sir.

Just noticed it has been almost a year from the last post in here so :p here is one for you all :)

I know how much no one reads this stuff but I like to write and you might as well be inflicted with it as well :) Told you I am a sadist did I not?

I called her at lunch and told her to be ready for something special by 6 pm. I told her to take a long hot bath, soak her body, and shave. To use the special soap I happen to like, and to do her hair and makeup. Then only put on her robe and be ready like that at 6pm sharp. She had no idea what I had planned but as a wonderful submissive I knew she would obey my orders to the letter. I then called up a few friends and confirmed a few last details with them, they were all excited as I was, and told me not to worry everything would be ready on time.

I arrived home at 6 on the nose, and called out for her to stay in the bedroom, not to move from the bed. I heard noise, but nothing more from there as I opened the door and let everyone in. They set up the pathway, and the candles I had told them to bring, making sure everything was perfect. Tonight would be perfect for it was the night I place my collar upon her neck.

We had talked it over a few weeks before, she said she had no hesitation no other thoughts than to become bound to me for now and forever. Her deepest desire was to proudly wear my collar every moment for the rest of her life, when I honored her with it. So I called up and met with everyone we knew and respected in our local community, so that they could all be there on this most special of nights.

I knew by now she must suspect something, but I wanted it to be as big of a surprise as I could, so I sent in her closest sub friend, to blindfold her and lead her by the hand out of the bedroom to our living room. With everyone looking on, she is disrobed, and guided to her knees. Only then did I remover her blindfold so she could take in the scene. On the table next to me, was a collar I had made months ago, for this night. Silver and shinny it rests on the table, open, waiting for the right moment. Her breath catches, her heart beats faster, I can see her eyes widen as she takes in the scene. She now knows why she is here and what is expected of her. Tears start to fall from her eyes as at last she looks up at me, with those deep eyes I have come to love so much.

"Tonight my love, we have all gathered here, for you to accept a collar from me. As you come into this world nude, you kneel before me again nude, ready to come into this life of not just submission but complete surrender as my bound slave. This is the last choice you will ever be forced to make my love" I tell her with a catch in my own voice. "Hold out your hand palms up, ready to receive your choice."

Into those upraised hands, I place that collar her eyes following its path to her hands, feeling its cool weight upon her palms. She again looks up with at me with those eyes, and smiles. My heart beats faster, I know that smile, that beautiful smile that lets her heart shine through and light the room.

"With this collar, I forever surrender my body, my mind, my soul, my will to you Sir, forever from this moment you own every inch of me, and may I wear both this collar and your ownership with love and pride." With that she takes that collar and places it around her neck.

I reach down, pick up the special driver, and lock the closing mechanism in place. I then lean down kissing her on the neck and whisper into her ear, for the first time " I love you, slave"

Posting this from , thought is sums up more about who the male 1/2 is of our profile better if you are interested

Just added a new pic, us being a bit goofy in bed with the camera, and there is Fred peaking his way into the pic.... Damn you monster! LOL

One of those online quiz things I thought it was interesting... wow I did not know I was that much of a sadist LOL

Sex is about power and you like to be powerful. It's nice to be in charge and get what you want. And being in a position where people will do what you say is exciting.

It's sad to see someone go, especially after a summer and fall of fun, but life happens. We are loosing a good friend and submissive soon, she will be missed on both accounts. She was someone that loved play time, and cuddle time. One who would just lay there and talk or moan when the belt hit her. She was as crazy and loving as we are, so it is a really sad day today as it is our last day out and about town with her...