StrangeJourney

A slight fictionalization of my past experiences. Let me know what you think... *******************************************************

We meet for dinner. You look stunning in a little black dress and high heels. I'm wearing a black suit and a white shirt. No tie. I'm not as pretty as you'd like but there's something about me that you find compelling. I hand you a small wrapped box and ask you to take it to the ladies room. You know what to do with it.  We have a light meal and eat a little too quickly because we know that no matter what we order this is just the night's first course, the appetizer...

While we're eating the other patrons around us can't help but steal glances at this oddly matched couple. The men think quietly to themselves what a lucky bastard I am but what they say to their wives and girlfriends is different. They'll say that "it's terrible" or "he must be rich" or "she's his secretary". The wives on the other hand are not kind; jealous of your incredible beauty and youth. They'll say "she must be a hooker" or rude jealous comments. They imagine anything except the truth until the moment when they see you reach across the table to touch my hand and they way you toss your head to the side when you laugh at something I say. That moment they'll know they're wrong...

We're not at all uncomfortable with their stares but we have bigger plans for tonight. As we get up to go you linger for a moment and drop something. As you lean over to pick it up the man sitting across from you, who has been leering at you all night, gets a nice surprise as you spread your legs just enough for him to see that you are not wearing anything under the dress. I wonder what you're up to until I see that wicked smile on your face as he looks away, embarrassed. You lean over to kiss my cheek and whisper, "I just showed him my pussy Sir". You know that I like showing you off.  You take my arm and as we walk out I tell you what a good kitten you are...

We walk out of there with you holding my arm. You like how I feel, strong, firm. You lean into me as we walk. You want anyone who sees us to know that you are mine. We walk in silence each of us lost in our thoughts. We make our way to my car. You go to open the door for me like a good sub but I stop you. You're a lady tonight at least until we get back to my room. You shiver for a moment as your bare bottom contacts the leather seat. I show you how to turn on the seat heater and quickly you are warmed up. It gets very warm and you start to get damp as the heats reminds you of how your bottom feels after being spanked. You mind jumps ahead to what will happen to you in a very short while. You want to touch yourself but you know I'm watching. I see you squirming a bit and know what you're doing. I don't stop you and I won't unless you touch yourself...

We hit every light on our way to the hotel. Your scent fills the car and I get impatient for you. I reach over with right hand and gently stroke you. You lift the front of your dress take it easier for me. I notice you playing with your nipples through your dress. I like seeing that. Your wetness is amazing. We continue the rest of the short drive. I can hear your breathing change. You're close to cumming so I ease up a bit. I hear a sigh, almost a whimper, come from you but you say nothing. We pull into the hotel parking deck and go round and round until we reach the right level. I come around and open the door for you. As you swing a leg out I get a flash of your pussy.  You used to shave it before me but now you have a nice neat little patch the way I like it. You're a bit unsteady so I hold you. As I lock the door I notice a small puddle on the leather where you were sitting. A good sign...

We pass through the casino lobby. No one notices us. It's busy and the sight of a couple like us must be fairly common in this place. It makes you more at ease. We get onto the elevator and a half dozen people get on with us. Their presence irks me. I want to be alone with you now. You snuggle in close to me. I take the opportunity to play with you in public because I know you're uncomfortable with it. You feel my left hand slide gently down your back and over your ass. I give it a squeeze through you dress. That's not enough for me. Unsatisfied I slowly lift the back of your dress enough to get my hand on your naked flesh. A soft almost inaudible moan escapes you as you try to wriggle away but that moan betrayed your true desire. You're a good girl and this is wrong you think to yourself. Your musky scent permeates the elevator. The others begin to notice. The doors open at our floor and we step out into the dim light of the hallway leaving the others behind us staring in wonderment at what just happened. You steal a glance back over your shoulder at them through the hair that's fallen over your eyes. The elevator doors close...

You're making soft meowing kitten sounds as we walk down the hall. It's deserted. You stop and take off your high heels. As you bend over to pick them up your ass is on full display. I reach over and run my hands over you derierre. Very surprisingly you don't stop me. Emboldened by our apparent solitude you push back and grind into me. I don't need much encouragement so I reach under and run a finger up and down your slit. You labia are swollen and hot and slightly open. You're not dripping but you're damn near to. I slide a finger into you, then two. In a few seconds I try a third and it slides in very easily. I can tell that you've been doing what I told you to do and work as much of your hand in there as possible. I ask you if you like this already knowing the answer. Your reply is a slightly too loud moan. I see a security camera that I failed to notice earlier about twenty feet away. Time to find our room. Security might be on their way...

You're slightly wobbly as we make our way to the room. I slide the key card into the lock. It doesn't work. I try it again ad again with the same result. Impatiently you take it from me and try it yourself and it works. You don't even look back at me. You just rush into the room ahead of me. I take two steps and come up behind you and reach up and grab you by the hair on the back of your head, close to your head. I pull you back to me, not hard but enough to get your attention. You instinctively reach up and grab my hand. I twist my hand ever so slightly and you get the message and drop your hands to your sides. I whisper in your ear, "remember your place kitten". I pull you in close to me. As our bodies connect with you facing away from me I drop the handful of hair and instead lift your beautiful dark mane away from your neck. I nuzzle into the nape of your neck. You smell wonderful. I take a second or two to breathe you in then I lightly , almost imperceptibly kiss your neck.  You feel it, my lips, my breath on your skin. I feel you quiver in my arms. I'm stroking your breasts as I kiss you. Again you breathing becomes slow and deep. I have to slow you down. I release you and I walk to the window. You follow me and silently we take in the view together of the ocean, the boats at sea, their lights twinkling, the full moon illuminating the ripples on the water, phosphorescing the samll foamy waves as they crash silently far below us. You reach over and take my hand. I don't acknowledge it other than accepting and grasping your hand in mine but in my reflection in the dark glass you see my smile and know that I approve. You're a good kitten. We stand there for a few minutes. I'm listening to you breathe. When it returns to normal I go to the closet and take out a black bag and throw it on the bed.  It lands with a thud and the sound of objects rattling around inside.  "What's that? " you ask somewhat anxiously. I ignore you...

Inquisitively you take a step closer but I motion you back with a wave of my hand. I look up at you trying to imagine your feelings at the moment. I can't tell if it's curiosity or fear. I decide that it's a little of both and carry on my preparations. Your mind races. This is it, what we've been building too. There's a part of me that only wants to make sweet and gentle love to you our first time but the other part wants to fuck you hard like I own you because I do own you. As I'm lost in thought, my own inner struggle over what I'm about to do to you and with you overtaking me for an instant, I am distracted. When I look up I see one hand under your dress and the other working your nipples. You can't keep your hands off yourself. A flash of anger washes over my face and you realize your mistake right away and drop your hands. Too late. I stand and tell you to come to me. Not knowing what I'm going to do you hesitantly comply. I reach down and grab the sides of your dress and quickly pull it over your head. It's the first time you're completely nude in front of me. Amusingly you attempt to cover yourself with your hands. I let out a small laugh and you drop your hands and cast your eyes downward as if in shame. I want to stop now and kiss you all over but decide to continue with my plan. I tell you to look up. Your face is beautiful, your body is beautiful, you are simply beautiful. You're like a little doll and I want to play with you. I take you in my arms and pull you in to me. I can't help myself. We fit together perfectly. I have one hand on the small of your back and one under your hair holding your head. I tilt your head back and kiss you long and deeply. I sense that you want to put your arms around me but you aren't sure if it's permitted. Eventually you loose yourself in the kiss and your body reacts as if by instinct. You find yourself with you arms around me. One hand finds its way to my face and over to the back of my head for a moment. You rub the stubble of my beard and the close cropped spikiness of my hair. I've shaved close so that I don't make your thighs red later but it does grow back. After a minute or so I break the kiss slowly but you don't want to stop. I take a small step away from you. I reach down and grab you by the wrist and quickly snap on a pair of handcuff that unbeknownst to you I had slipped into my jacket pocket. You look up quickly as if you've became suddenly aware for the first time that this is real. This time I recognize the look on your face-- it's a combination of fear and lust together in equal measure. I like that look. I like it a lot...

...so I'm a bit torn over my next move. You raise your shackled wrist up and examine the cuffs. They aren't toys. You don't push a button and they open. They are real. You'll need a key to open them. You look up at me. You want to ask if I have the key. You want to but you don't because you trust me. I move in close and kiss you on both cheeks and ask you for our safe word. With typical indecision you whisper out haltingly "bubblegum, pancakes, strawberry, blasphemy?". I choose for you. Your safe word is "bubblegum". Don't say it unless you really, really, really want me to stop. While you're considering this I've been slowly rubbing your pussy. Your lips are even more swollen. You push your pussy into my hand wanting more. You're so wet I just slide three fingers right inside of you. You're starting to ride up and down on my fingers, your head thrown back, your eyes closed. Out of my other pocket I take out a blindfold and put it on you. You startle as I put it over your eyes. The last thing you see is my face before all goes black. I'm no longer fingering you but you're still moving your hips up and down in a vain effort to bring your aching pussy back to my hand. I silently walk behind you and push you down onto the bed face down. Instinctively you struggle to turn over but I put a hand on your back and hold you down. You still struggle a little but not much. I'm not sure if you're struggle is genuine or acting for me, to please me. I know you want this so it doesn't matter. My free hand goes to your ass. I've never played with your asshole so I decide it's time to enjoy it. I spread your legs and obediently you keep them apart. You feel my hand caress your backside. It's smooth and soft and lovely. I love your curves. I take a moment to just admire your shape. I notice that you've begun grinding your pussy into the bed. Good. You are so wound up that you couldn't stop now even if you wanted to. I wet my fingers in your pussy. You moan a little hoping that I'll get you off soon. I won't. I take my fingers out of your pussy and place one very wet finger on your asshole. You continue grinding into the bed. I apply pressure and I feel you tighten up. I tell you to relax but you're not sure. I press more and my finger slides in. Just the tip up to the first knuckle but you try to scoot away. My other hand instantly flies up and grabs a handful of your hair. I pull back hard enough that your head lifts from the bed and your back is arching. This forces you back on my finger and it slides all the way in. I just leave it. No in and out. Just still. Giving you time to adjust. My other fingers are stroking your the back of your pussy. I know that you've worked you bound wrists down and you're playing with yourself but I allow it. You loosen so I fuck your ass with my finger. I'm gentle and you seem to like it. You're grinding into the bed and pushing back on the finger in your ass. I slide another in slowly and you don't resist. I can tell that you're close to cumming...

Since you seemed to enjoy having your ass played with I think you'll enjoy the toy I got just for you. I let go of your hair and you feel me get off of the bed as I say, I "I love your ass". My voice is low and quiet. I'm turned on and you can tell from my tone that there's no going back now. You hear me searching for something in the black bag. You wonder what I'm getting. Will it be lube? You have a moment of panic thinking that I'm going to fuck you in the ass right now . Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not.

To your relief you feel me put something around each ankle. They're ankle cuffs. It takes me a minute or two to apply them correctly. I can see your fingers working your pussy. I don't stop you because I know that I've done our preliminary training well and you will never cum without permission. As a gentle reminder I ask you, "who's pussy is it that you are touching?". Barely a second passes when you reply, "Yours Sir, it's all yours..." Your words trail off into another of those soft moan I so love to hear. I slowly spread your legs about three feet apart. I'm attaching a spreader bar to the ankle cuffs but you don't know that yet. You feel me doing something by your ankles but have no idea what it is. You don't realize what I did until you try to reposition yourself and you can't. You can't even bend up at the knees because I've fixed the spreader bar to the bed frame.

You feel me settle back onto the bed and without any warning I force something small and cool and hard into your ass. It's an anal hook. You try to get away but again I use your beautiful long black hair to keep you in place. While your head is up I loop a soft rope around your neck. You wonder what I'm doing. Am I choking you? But then you realize that it's not tied around your neck. The question remains "what is it?". You have your answer as soon as I let go of your hair. As soon as you drop your head to the bed you feel what ever it is that I put in you force itself deeper into your ass. The rope goes from your neck to the hook. Your head moves down the ass hook goes in. You're not sure if you like it but you never once consider the safe word. As you think about this I come back to your pussy. In seconds you start grinding on my hand again. Four fingers slip easily into you. I give you a few minutes of this pleasure. The sheets are already getting wet under you. My cock is made of granite. I'm oozing so much precum that my suit will need dry cleaning.

I step back to admire you as I undress. You're beautiful. Your head is up, I can see your face, your thick black hair spread over your back and shoulders, so sensual and exotic, your back is arched, the exposed part of the anal hook shines, your legs are shackled and spread. You're not going anywhere tonight. I turn up the heat in the room. I want to see your body glisten with sweat.

I stop and pour myself a scotch, Black Label. Not too much for me and none for you. Why? Well you know why. I take a water bottle from the minibar fridge open it and offer it up to you lips. Your lips are dry, you're already covered in beads of sweat and your pussy is leaking like a faucet. You drink a little and then some more. When you're done I pull your head up by your hair. I push down the blindfold. I want to see you dark eyes. I see just a ring of flecked brown your pupils are so widely dilated. You're almost unfocused, delerious. You've never before been stimulated to this level for so long without cumming. In near desperation you say, "I want you in me now, now, please. I need you now". I cover your eyes again with the blindfold and get off of the bed. Unceremoniously I pull the anal hook out of your ass. In one swift move I lift you off the bed and roll you onto your back. Your small breasts, so lovely, jiggle a little. Adorable. I tell you to raise your arms over your head which you do a bit too slow for my liking. "Obey me faster next time". I slap your nearest breast. Not hard but it startles you. I don't know if you're into this. I'm trying to find your likes and limits. I clip a rope tied to the headboard to the links of the handcuffs and pull. Your arms extend more. You really can't move much. I reach into the black bag and pull out some nipple clamps. You've never experienced these before so I'm curious to see your reaction. As I put them on one at a time you struggle a little but settle down as the warm comes after the sting. I wipe some precum from my cock with my finger and rub it on your lips. You lick it off and and immediately know what it is. So my little slut likes cum. Well, now's your chance. I straddle your head and drop my cock onto your lips. You don't have to be told what to do. You tongue snakes out and starts licking the underside of my shaft. After a minute of that I put it in your willing open mouth and start fucking your face. You're good, no teeth, you hardly gag and use lots of crazy tongue work. My honey is a damn good cock sucker. I come close to the edge once or twice but dial it back a bit. I get off and straddle you in the opposite direction. Now my back is to the headboard. Your mouth opens like a baby chick waiting to be fed. I drop down and let you lick and suck my balls and taint. I love it when a chick licks my taint and the one under me, you my kitten, give me no reason to suddenly dislike it. I consider sliding down some and teach you rimming but decide I'll save that for next time. For now I get off of you and have a sip of water. I'm dripping with sweat. I have a sip of scotch too.

I go back to the bed, loosen the rope enough to lift and spin you face down again. I adjust the ropes even looser. I tell you to get on your knees which you do quickly. You come up on your elbows but I push your face back into the bed. I adjust the ropes enough so that you can stay in that position, head down, ass sticking up inviting me to take it. You feel me get behind you. You get excited. It's beenhow minutes? You can't keep track of time now. You're ready for my cock in your pussy, finally after all this time corresponding online, the wait is over.

You feel me sliding the head of my cock along your swollen and parted slit. I push it in an inch or two. You are so hot in there. I pull out and you feel something new. You feel the head of my cock at your forbidden entrance. I'm about to fuck you where no man has gone before. I feel you tighten. I tell you to relax but you don't. I slap your ass hard. You were not expecting that which is odd since I know from talking with you that you like it. In any event you just for a second loosen your anal sphincter, the muscle ring keeping me from entering ass heaven. That second is all I need. . I push and I'm in. Not much, just the tip. As soon as your realize what I did you pull forward away from me. In a split second I have a hank of your hair in each hand and without me moving a muscle I pull you back onto my cock until my stomach is touching your butt cheeks and my balls are up against your pussy. Congratulations. You've just taken your first ass cock. You're lucky that while my cock is as hard as stone I'm only just above average in size but a little thick. I give you a minute to adjust to my cock in your ass and then start slowly pumping. I like your ass, my ass really. I ask you, "Who's ass am I fucking kitten". Between poundings you grunt out, "It's-mhh-yours-mhh-sir". After 10 minutes of this I'm too close to cumming so I pull out. You're making some kind of noises, saying something that I don't understand. You're not saying the safe word so I don't care. We can talk later. I get up and pull the rope at your legs and wrists and down onto the bed you go. You can't move.

I go into the bathroom to wash my dick. I don't want you getting a vaginal infection from my ass cock. I consider shoving it in your mouth and letting you suck it clean but I like kissing you. As I walk to the bathroom I ask, "So how did you like your first ass fucking slut kitten?". You meekly say only two words, "Thank you". It sounded sincere. I go into the bathroom and close the door leaving you alone with your thoughts for a while...

I spend 5 minutes in the bathroom. When I'm done cleaning myself I just lean against the counter sipping a cold bottle of water and thinking of you. You've done so well tonight considering you've never done anything even remotely like this before. You confided in me that you've only had sex a few times and as you've described it in detail for me it was vanilla, weak vanilla, and very dissatisfying. It never ceases to amaze me that when immature men, boys really, have a chance to introduce a willing young woman to the incredible world of sex they treat it like a masturbation session, using a female instead of their hand. I'm thankful to the loser that broke my kitten's cherry. Had he done an even mediocre job she wouldn't be mine. I feel myself getting angry at the thought of him pawing her, touching her, even now possibly thinking of her. "That was before", I tell myself. I shake it off and splash cold water on my face. I look in the mirror, not bad, but still I wonder what she sees in me. I know that for women attraction is 10% physical and 90% mental/emotional. (Thank god for that otherwise most of us would end up old and lonely).

You're right where I left you of course. Your breathing is still a little heavy and you're dripping with sweat. I go back into the bathroom and grab a towel. I gently wipe you down. You look ready. I lean over and kiss you, at first softly. You respond by opening you moth slightly. My tongue finds your tongue. We kiss slowly like this as our tongues intertwine and our lips brush and come together. I break the kiss, untie your arms from the head board and unlock and remove the handcuffs. Your wrists are a little reddened. Next I remove the blind. As your eyes adjust to the light you see me removing the spreader bar. You look at the bar but then look at me. This is the first time you've see me unclothed. I continue my task knowing you're watching me.

I go to the black bag and get a pair of wrist cuffs. As I step over to you, instead of offering me your wrists, you grab my cock and pull me to your mouth. I've been hard for an hour and precum is oozing steadily. Your tongue on the head of my cock is driving me mad. You grab my hips and hold me steady as you take me in, all of me. I'm not huge by any means but this is still an impressive feat.I feel me sliding down the back of your throat and it feels incredible. You don't stop until my balls touch your chin. You hold me there for a bit and then start all over again. After a few minutes of this I'm on the edge. I take a step back--I try to take a step back but you won't let go. I have to grab your wrists and pull the off of me. As I step back I have to put my hand on your head and push you away. Your mouth hangs open waiting...

I apply the cuffs to your wrists and turn to the bag. You right hand immediately falls to your lap and goes to work rubbing your clit. Your left reaches out and alternates between feeling my balls and lightly dragging your nails along the underside of my shaft. I watch for a few moments and enjoy the pleasure. When I raise my gaze I see you looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. As we stare into one another's eyes you wrap your small fist around me and start pumping, your gaze never wavering, looking for signs of my approval. You use slow firm strokes sliding the skin up and down. No friction. It's been a long time since a woman was able to get me off with a hand job but you've almost got me there. I stop you because I'm close and I want my first big load of cum inside of you. I want you to feel my seed filling your insides and then I want to watch it drip out but that's not for now. We have more to get to before that. I step forward to allow you to lick the fresh ooze of precum from me. Your tongue on me feels so good. Again I have to push you away.

I tell you to stand and as you do I happily notice that you place your hands together behind your back. Very good. You know why I've put the wrist cuffs on you. You turn when I tell you to and I attach a short chain between them. Unseen by you I've reached into the bag and taken something out. I reach up from behind you, lift your hair and put something around your neck. You move to reach up and touch it but you can't for obvious reasons. It's a leather collar. I turn it so the ring which one would clip a leash to is in the front. I go back to the bag and as I do you wander over to the full length mirror and look. You turn from side to side admiring yourself. I see you arching your back and pushing out your chest posing. You do look so sexy.

I turn on my camera and take a dozen photos. You've slipped on your high heels for the pics. You seem to enjoy posing as much as I enjoy watching you pose. My favorite is the one where you have your back extremely arched leaning you back, your wrists are pulled towards me and your hands are open and fingers spread as if reaching for help. Your head is thrown back and you are facing me but you've flung you hair over you face, partially obnubilating it. I put the camera away. I can hardly wait to show you the images later.

I go to you and snap a shiny chrome chain leash to the collar and walk you to the area between the bed and the floor to ceiling window. I push you down into a kneeling position and snap a short chain about 18" long to one ankle cuff, pass it up between your wrists then snap it to the other ankle. This prevents you from standing. You look the perfect submissive-- on your knees, arms behind your back, your head down,chained and leashed. You look just like the blue "I serve" graphic that I sent you the week earlier. You liked it so I did it to you. I ask you if you're hungry and you are. I pick up the phone and order two shrimp cocktails from room service. I hope you like shrimp because that's what you're having. I hang up and tell you "ten minutes". I go to the bag and pull out something small. You catch a glimpse of brass but don't know what it is for the moment. I take the end of the leash and loop it around the headboard. You hear a light clip or snap. You turn and see a small brass padlock on the leash chain. I go to the desk and scrawl the words "DO NOT SPEAK TO ME" and "your tip" on the complimentary writing pad. I always wondered why they left those silly pads. Now I know. I place the note and a $20 bill on the foot of the bed near where you're chained. You're an extremely bright girl but you don't understand. You look at the note then at me then at the note again. You assumed I'd meet room service and intercept them at the door. You still harbor that thought as I unlock the door, open it and take the "Do Not Disturb" sign from the doorknob. I toss it on the bed and walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I wait a few dozen heartbeats then call out loud enough for you to hear over the din of the shower, "four minutes". I know you hate being put on display. I close the door...

The next four or five minutes are an eternity as I wait for the room service order to be delivered. I'm not in the shower. I'd never leave you so vulnerable. I'm uncharacteristically anxious though and my mind races. I'm startled and brought back to the present situation by the knock on the door and a soft "room service". When there's no answer there comes another knock then I hear the lock releasing. Again we hear a soft "room service" as the door opens. I have the shower on so I can't hear well but I can see that the waiter is small and very neatly dressed in a hotel staff uniform that's just a little too big. I wrap a towel around my waist and cracking the door a bit more as he passes by. He takes a few steps into the room when he first sees you. It's slightly comical because he's so startled that he jumps a bit rattling the food on the tray. It takes him a second or two to make sense of the scene before him and can't. You don't move. You remain just as I left you-- kneeling, chained, locked, head down. I wonder what you're feeling? Shame, excitement, fear, humiliation? As these questions run through my head the waiter sets the tray down on the desk then takes a step towards you. I've only seen him from the back. I wish I could see his expression and yours too. He notices the note on the bed, pockets the twenty and steps cautiously towards you. I'm surprised by his next move-- he reaches down and caresses your breasts. You don't move a muscle or protest. He then kneels down in front of you, takes you chin and lifts it to see you face. You resist but with his other hand he reaches for your pussy and finds it engorged, wet and willing. As he strokes your pussy you weaken and allow him to see your face. He leans in and kisses you on the lips. I'm staggered when I see you lean in willingly and am about to step in when the waiter's beeper goes off and he abruptly gets up. By now I'm standing in the doorway to the bathroom with the door wide open. The waiter turns and sees me. I look from you to the waiter. Tears well up in you eyes and roll gently down your cheeks. I can't tell your expression - - fear, relief, excitement, shame, resentment. As the waiter passes me I hold out another $20 bill. I put a finger to my lips and say, "shh". She thanks me and nods okay , a big smile on her face as she leaves the room. I put the do not disturb sign back on the door and lock it.

I am so taken by the image before me, your tearful eyes and strained expression, that I wonder if I've pushed too far. I stand for a few moments just looking at you, absorbing this loveliness in front of me, your beautiful brown eyes, their almond shape, tears filling but no longer spilling over. God made you beautiful but I created the living sculpture before me; this gorgeous creature kneeling, bound and collared, pushed to a new limit but not broken. I imagine that if I smoked this would be the perfect time to light up and enjoy a leisurely inhale but I don't so I grab the scotch I've been nursing and sip slowly at it enjoying the sweet bite and spreading warmth while considering where to take you next. I help you up while asking if you're hungry. I open the lock and take the leash. You've been on your knees for a while, too long, so you walk gingerly as I lead you the few steps to the table. I turn you to me and wipe away the tears and kiss your cheeks dry. You are a good kitten, you make me proud and I tell you so. I put a shrimp cocktail in front of you and you look from it to me back to it and at me again. I know your question but you won't ask it. I wait a minute for effect. I like knowing that you're all mine and you accept that. I step behind you and unshackle you. I see you reach up and rub your shoulders. I have you sit and as you eat I take from the black bag a small bottle of massage oil. I put a little on my hands and massage you shoulders and neck. I love the softness of your skin and the smell of your hair. You pull your long hair forward for me so I can better attend to your neck. I lean in and kiss the back and sides of your neck softly, gently slowly. It gives you goose bumps all over. As I'm enjoying your neck and rubbing your shoulders one of my hands makes its way to your breasts and I begin to gently caress them, dragging my nails now and again across your nipples. You continue eating but much more slowly. I notice that you're eating with one hand. Now where is that other hand? You are once again masturbating quietly and slowly. I take your hand and bring it to my lips. I can smell you. It's heaven to me, an intoxicating scent. I lick you from your fingers and tell you to stop playing with yourself. I leave you to eat in peace as I get you a drink.

... I place a cold bottle of water in front of you after opening it as I sit across from you. I sip at my drink and enjoy the shrimp before me. We don't speak. We don't need to. That's one of the things I love about us-- we can be alone in complete silence and yet communicate better than most people who can't stop talking. I see that you're watching me watching you. Your eyes are still a little red from crying but there's a brightness there. The fear you felt before is gone. You know now that you can trust me even more than you did before. We eat and drink slowly for it's still early, just going on 11:00. I swirl the dark golden amber liquid in my glass. I hold it up to the light admiring the color. I imagine it's the same golden color you tan to in the summer. I close and eye, squinting, and hold the glass out between us and try to look at you through the amber fluid trying to transpose it's color onto you imagining you more tan. In an unusual moment of nonverbal miscommunication you reach out for the glass intending to take it. I draw it back and shake my head. You understand why. You're still a little bit too young to drink legally. I figure our relationship is corrupt enough already without adding alcohol to the list of debaucheries!

I get up and put on some music, classical piano. I adjust the volume so that it's no more than background noise to fill the void between the grunts and moans that I know are coming next. I wonder, just to myself, if in the unfettered environment of this room, high above the world below, you'll be more vocal when I fuck you hard...

You watch me move around the room preparing. I stop and turn your chair to the window. I don't want you to know what's in store for you. You hear me rustling about, moving things, the clink of chains, the sounds of metal and plastics bumping as I go through the black bag. I glance over at you and see you once again pinching your nipples and fingering yourself. I clear my throat once and immediately your hands go to your knees. You make a sighing whimper and you rock your shoulders side to side slightly as if you're about to have a mini tantrum. I hope you know better. I know you're watching my reflection in the glass as I turn back to my preparations. Not a minute passes when I look back and see that one of your hands has left your knee. I watch discretely to make sure you aren't just scratching an itch, no pun intended I think to myself. You aren't. You hand is working it's way into you wet pussy again. I get up quietly and surprisingly I walk up behind you unnoticed. Your eyes are closed. I lean over and whisper sharply in you ear, "What are you doing?". You'd have thought that I'd screamed at you the way you jumped, you shoulder almost hit my cheek. I grab you by the hair and pull you to the bed and drag you down over my knees. I am instantly as hard as a rock again, my cock pressing into your lower abdomen. You struggle a bit then surprisingly settle down. Why am I surprised? I know that you love this. We'll see how much much you love it after 20 or 30 good hard blows. I don't start off easy. I start at a 10. That's a painful one. You cry out once and I give you another, and another, and another, alternating between your left and right sides. I stop at the tenth slap to admire my work. When I do you reach back with one hand and start stroking my dripping cock. I feel your pussy and it's on fire. I spread your legs as much as I can and spank you some more making sure enough blows land on your asshole and pussy to really get your attention. As I do all I hear from you is heavy breathing and an "uhnff, uhnff, uhnff" each time my hand finds it's mark. I pull your head up by your hair to see your face. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and I feel a sudden wave of remorse course through me, again thinking I'd gone to far and pushed to hard. But you smile at me, god you are so achingly beautiful, and you say two words: "Fuck me"...

...of course I'll fuck you, when I'm good and ready to fuck you. But I'm not ready and I tell you, "Thank you for the invitation but that's my pussy you just offered for fucking" and as I'm speaking I pull back your hair harder. Your head is pulled back arching your back acutely, your small beautiful breasts jut out, the small dark nipples are like stone, just your abdomen is resting on my knees. I tell you, "Spread your legs farther apart" which you do instantly and I immediately resume the spanking only this time I'm concentrating on your asshole and pussy. Finally you begin squirming but you also begin to moan. By about the 5th blow I notice you pushing back to meet my hand. You dirty twisted little thing, I love it. I ask you if you like it but all you answer is a long, "Mmmmm-uhnf-mmmmmm-uhnf-mmmmmmmm". I pull back your hair just a little to focus your attention on my voice and you let out a slight yelp, you don't try to get away, just the yelp. I pause spanking you to ask you, "Who do you belong to kitten?". You answer quickly, "You Sir, all of me is yours..." One more spank and then I ease the tension on your hair and begin to slowly rub your red hot cunt. Your lips are reddened and inflammed. They stick out just the way I like. I part them, spreading them with two fingers. I slide those two fingers in and out effortlessly so I add a third. You're a litle tight so I work the 3 fingers in and out for a bit and as I feel the tension of your vaginal walls ease I add a 4th finger and continue working your hot wet hole. I love stretching your tight young pussy and the way you're pushing back hard and rolling your hips as I push in tells me that you love it too. I've never met a woman who didn't once they got used to it. I have a feeling that by the time September arrives and you leave for college I'll have you fist trained. The thought of it makes my cock pulse. I can feel my heart racing; the blood pumping through my brain. The smell of your soaked pussy is driving me wild. I have to taste you now. I stand up and as I do I quickly pull my hand out of your cunt and put it under you cupping your mons. Still holding a large hank of hair I lift you by your hair and your pussy. You're disoriented for a second or two, your arms flail out to the sides and your legs reach down searching for the ground.

I take a step, pivot and throw you face down onto the bed. It all happens so suddenly that you hardly react. You try to collect your thoughts. A few delerious seconds ago your pussy was trying to swallow my hand, then you were flying and now you're on the bed. "Why?" you ask yourself. While you're thinking I grab you by the ankles and pull you to the edge of the bed. As I do your gorgeous long black hair spreads out above you like the train of a wedding dress, a black wedding dress. The image amuses me. I lift your ass up and place you in a kneeling head-down-ass-up position. I consider restraining you for effect but I want to taste you finally. I kneel behind you, put a hand on each hip and slide my tongue the length of your slit. You suddenly realize what I'm doing and try to pull away but I have a firm grasp of your hips. You thought that I was finally going to do it, to fuck you. I will, just not now. I know that going down on you makes you uncomfortable but I know that you'll learn to love it. I hold you more firmly and again slide my tongue up and down the length of your slit. You still try to get away but less insistently. You know that I won't stop and that I'll use you as I please and right now the scent and warmth and wetness of your pussy covering my face pleases me. It pleases me very much and I find myself in a state of mind I call pussy madness. I'm devouring you like a dog eating his dinner and you don't disturb a dog when he's eating, he might bite. Eventually you stop struggling all together and I tell you to rub your clit while I lick and suck you. That does the trick for you and you start moaning, really moaning. I'm sucking your protruding inner labia into my mouth and running my tongue between them. I dart my tongue as far into you as I can. My god you are delicious. I do these things over and over and you like it.

I've let go of your hips and I'm carressing your ass cheeks. I let one hand slide down, my right hand, and slowly guide it to your glistening dark hole. I rim your asshole slowly with my thumb as I continue to lick and suck your pussy. I feel you push back a little. Your little ass wants something. I slide my thumb in slowly and gently and then in and out and you let out another moan. Emboldenend by your response to my thumb I start licking my way closer and closer to your ass. I slowly remove my thumb and replace it with my tongue, slowly and gently circling your asshole. You get quiet for a moment and your body stiffens but then moans begin anew. You like it thank goodness because I love it too.

I want to lick your clit and so without warning I put your knees together and push a hip and over you go. You're startled for a moment but your hand never leaves your clit. I spread your legs and dive in. As I do I take note of the lovely dusky purple-black color of your spread lips. It looks for all the world like a black orchid. I push your hand away and begin...

...I lap at your pussy like a thirsty dog (forgive the second dog reference but I'm like a hound in season). I push your hands away and take over control of your clit, licking sucking, penetrating, rubbing. You're moving around a lot. I almost have trouble staying focused on the task at hand but then something changes. I feel it, almost sense it at first, a slight increase in your wetness, not a gush but just suddenly more. I know you're close and as if to confirm my thoughts your thighs clamp down on me and your hands go to the back of my head and push me into you tighter. I can't move so I just keep doing what I've been doing. You seem to like it. I slip two fingers into your ass. Your hips begin to buck. I take this as a positive sign. This is a better response than I'd hoped for, you're actually fucking my face. As your thrashing and bucking reaches crescendo I reach up and grab your knees and pry your thighs open, shake off your hands and extricate myself from your beautiful puffy, dripping, black-purple pussy. Your chest is heaving, you're covered in sweat, some of your hair has fallen across your face and is plastered to it with sweat. You have a wild, almost angry look in your eyes. Is this the second or third time I've denied you orgasm tonight?

While you rest for a moment, respirations still rapid, your heart still racing I make my next moves. I quickly get up and reach under the foot of the bed on the left side. I grab your left arm and move it down to your hip and out some. You hear a click but don't react at all. I move to the right side of the bed and repeat my actions. I've just bound your wrists to the legs at the foot of the bed. You wonder what I'm planning by putting you in this odd position. You don't have to wait long to find out. In a few quick steps I grab each ankle and raise them as high over your head as I can and snap a line from the right head of bed leg to your right ankle and then to your left. I've had the ropes in place waiting for this moment. You're in an unusual position. Your hands are to either side of your hips and bound tightly so that you can't move them and your legs are made to be widely spread and pulled as far up as I can get them. This raises your ass off of the bed a little leaving your pussy very open and very vulnerable. I like vulnerable.

I'd considered for days how I would position you for the first time I use your pussy. I thought on your knees with your elbows bound to your knees. I'd considered bending you over a chair and binding you to it. I'd thought of a lot of ways but settled on this way because it leaves you completely defenseless, unable to move, gives immediate and easy access but most importantly it lets me see you. I want to look into your eyes the first time I slide into you. I want to see your exprssion the firt time I allow your to orgasm. I want to see your face as you feel my hot cum splashing into you. I want to see if I really own you. I need to feel it and see it....