I have just completed another story.  It's more like therapy for me right now.  I saw this quote:

"Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The story is fiction.  I cannot reveal how much is truth, but it is helping me to move on by writing. 

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Just finished a new story.  It's posted on the message boards under creative writings.  There is also a link to my online blog where I have posted all three, so far.  It's a little easier reading than pasteing it here.

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I just like to write about fantasies and snippets of stories.  I often leave them open for the reader to expand their imagination and allow them to decide what comes next.  It's like sharing a beginning point, but the ending is entirely up to the reader...  Where will the story take you?

“Wake up, my pet.”  Huddled at the foot of the bed, she felt the thin blanket being pulled from her body.

“Yes, Sir.”  She blinked away her drowsiness.  Light was just beginning to creep in through the windows.   She remembered it was Friday morning.   “I will prepare your coffee right away, Sir.”

“No.”  He jerked her upright steering her towards the bathroom.  “You must have to pee badly.”  He led her to the bathroom adjoining his room.  “Sit.”

She sat on the commode and he pried her legs apart with his knee while ripping open a package.  He held a stick between her legs.  “Now pee.”  On command, she released her urine.  After a moment, he smiled.  “Shower.   I want you to lie on the bed after you are done.  Do not keep me waiting.”  He turned and left the room.

She jumped into the shower quickly, enjoying the warmth of the water, but quickly washing up completely with the vanilla scented soap her gave her for her birthday.  She bristled with anticipation of what was to come.  This was not their normal routine.

She wanted to know what the stick was, but he took the packaging with him when he left.  Turning off the water, she grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. 

Poking her head around the corner, she crawled onto his large bed.  While she had been showering, he had placed restraints on the four posters.  They were awaiting her.  She shivered in anticipation.  She heard water running from the kitchen and the coffee pot being filled.  She glanced around his room, hoping to get an indication of what was to come.  All of his toys were clean and lay out on his dresser like they always had been.  The flogger hung from its nail on the wall.  All seem to be untouched. 

“I will be there shortly.”  His voice boomed from the other room.  “Relax on your back, spread eagle on the bed.”

She spread her arms and legs.  Relaxation was not really what she had in mind.  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and focused on slowing down the rapid pounding in her ears.  After a moment, he entered the bedroom. 

“Good,” he said and went about fastening her hands and ankles in the restraints positioned at the four corners of the bed, tight enough to keep her in place, but loose enough not to harm her.  He placed the ball gag in her mouth and expertly fastened it in place.  Her eyes widened and her blood began to race.

He lay next to her on the bed, cradling her head in one arm while probing between her legs with his other hand.  He began to flick her clit repeatedly driving her nuts.  “Relax, pet.  Do you like how that feels?”

She nodded in agreement and tried to get out a muffled “yes.” 

“I want you dripping wet for me,” he said in her ear.  “I took the day off from work today.  With the weekend ahead, I have plenty of time to play with my pet this weekend.  We won’t be disturbed.”

He went on stroking her clit even more, pinching her nipples, and biting on her neck.  She felt his long hard shaft on her leg.  She wanted to feel herself wrapped around him so badly.  She craved him.

“Yes, you do want me,” he said.  “I can feel your wetness, your hotness.”  He pulled back just a bit before she climaxed and left her in a fog, building her craving for him more.

“I have been thinking, pet,” he said.  “I am very possessive of my things.”  He stroked her thigh.  “I want to brand you.  I want you to know that you are mine forever.”

Her eyes flew open.  Branding?  Were they ready to go there? 

He saw the uncertainty in her eyes.  “Relax,” he said.  “I have other plans for you.”  I won’t mar that pretty little skin of yours with an ugly scar.”   He reached up and grabbed her breast in his hand.  “I want to make you mine forever.” 

He rolled up on top of her.  She felt his hard shaft probing between her legs.  Yes, she was hot and wet for him.

“Look at me,” he commanded.  “That little stick you peed on was a fertility test.  Yes, you are very fertile now and you are hot for my seed.  No condoms anymore.  Not for you, pet.  I want to explode inside of you and fill you up.  I want you to have my child.  I want you to know that you are mine forever.”

She felt his shaft part her warm moist lips.  Deeper he plunged filling her to her fullest.  She protested under the restraints, but to no avail.  A baby wasn’t in her plans, at least not yet.  Maybe in time, but not now.  He plunged again repeatedly.  She felt him harden even more and explode deep within her.  She could feel his wet hot seed pouring into her womb.  He collapsed onto of her, breathing heavily.

He stroked her hair and wiped the tears.  “Shhhhh…. My pet.  It will be ok.  I will be here to take care of you always.”  He placed his hand on her tummy, stroking it fondly.  “If we have a daughter, I want her to look just like you, but if we have a son, I want him to be just like me.”

He sat up straight and gently lifted her hips, placing a pillow beneath her buttocks.  “I don’t want any of my seed leaking out prematurely.  I want this to happen.”  He picked up her thin blanket and placed it over her, leaving her arms and legs in the restraints.   He loosened them slightly to maintain blood flow, but not enough to give her freedom of movement.

“I will be back in an hour, pet.  I will seed you again.  We have all weekend.”  He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, wiped away a tear, and went to the kitchen. 

“I want to fuck you,” he breathed the words into my ear sending my blood racing.  “I want to fill your mouth with my cum and I want to suck your clit until you go absolutely wild.”  His words sent me into a tizzy.  I could feel the wetness between my legs.  My blood burned and I ached for him.

Although we had been chatting online for a while now, we had met for the first time this evening.  Everyone gets nervous meeting someone for the first time, but I felt we already had strong connections.  He was a Master.  I, by nature, was subordinate.  He understood my need to be guided.  My unending string of problems left me paralyzed with fear.  He was there to pick me up emotionally, dust me off, and give me the guidance I needed.  I was eternally grateful for such kindness.   His graciousness was a lifeline in a storm.  At the first available time, we agreed we both needed to meet.

I shuttered from the anticipation.  “Yes, I would like that very much,” I breathed, barely audible above the jukebox cranking out tunes somewhere in the back of the bar.  My focus was on him and him alone.  He commanded my attention.

“Come,” he said as he steered me toward my seat, taking the pool stick from my hand.  “Sit and finish your drink. “ 

I smiled in acknowledgement and took my seat .  He pulled out a stool and sat slightly behind me.  I could smell him.  I could smell the undertones of sandalwood mixed with an animal magnetism.  I breathed it all in, imprinting the memory deep inside. 

He grabbed my pony tail and tilted my head back as I felt his breath on my neck.  “I want to use you tonight.  I want to abuse you, and then I want to make you cum like you have never cum before.”  I felt his teeth bite into the flesh on my neck and I shivered.  “Go to the bathroom and bring me back your panties,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir.”  I wound my way thru the crowded bar towards the bathroom with his order reverberating in my ears.    I felt deliciously naughty.  I had always been the “good girl”.  I had always done the right or modest thing.  I quickly took a stall and pulled up my denim skirt, and took off my black lace panties.  Having no pockets, I  rolled them into a ball in my fist and vacated the restroom.  As I made my way back to our table, I kept thinking about how exciting and wicked I felt.

I stopped in front of him and held out my hand.  I placed the panties in his open palm and grinned.

“Very good, little one.” He said.  “Sit, facing me.”  I did as he asked,  pushing my knees together, blushing at the thought of this new naughtiness.    He leaned forward and whispered in my ear,  “Relax and finish your drink.”

As I reached for my full glass, I felt his knee force its way between my knees.  His fingers traced their way along my inner thigh.  The amber liquid coursed down my throat as I felt the burning between my legs grow.  A moan escaped my lips.

“I want to feel how wet you are,” he said, “how wet you are for Me.”  I felt his finger slip between my moist, warm lips.  He found my clit and teased it, flicking it repeatedly.   The blood rushed between my ears.  I had never felt so alive.  I tingled from the excitement, feeling like I was on fire all over.  I was hungry…so very hungry…and starving…

“Not yet, little one,” he chuckled, “Not yet.  I don’t want you to cum just yet.  You are so responsive to me.”  His fingers slipped out from under my skirt.  I began to float back to earth.  I had been so close.  I could feel fire burning, the ache building, that euphoria just out of reach.   

His fingers traced my lips.  “Smell yourself,” he said, “Taste yourself.”  I licked my juice from the tips of his fingers.  “Who are you wet for, little one?” he prompted.

“For You, Sir.”  I said.  I felt my lip’s quiver, the burn flaring again. 

“Yes,” he said.  “I don’t want you cumming yet until I hear you scream my name.  And tonight, I promise you WILL scream my name.” 

He took a drag on the cigarette that had been sitting absently in the ash tray on the table and then gave it to me do to the same.  “It’s time, little one,” he said, “it’s time we get the hell out of here.” 

I felt him bite me on the neck as he helped me into my jacket.  I was in a fog.  I quivered with anticipation of what was to come tonight.  Nothing else mattered.  There was only the urgency to be and to feel in the moment.  I was His tonight.  I was His to use and abuse, and I wanted nothing else at that moment.