Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A Friend Grants Her Wish

A Friend Grants Her Wish
© Copyright 2004
D. Fellows

            "I wish…,"
            Jessie Jenkins didn't finish the thought. Instead she fell back across the bed and closed her eyes.
            One delicate brow arched at the incomplete sentence as Angel prodded her with her toe.  "You wish what?"
            The two had become fast friends shortly after Jessie moved in next door. Their balcony's joined with no more than an iron rail to divide them. They'd both stepped onto their respective balconies one evening just as the sun dipped down behind the mountains. It was midnight before they'd finally said their good nights and wandered back inside. In that few hours, the path had been laid. It intersected nearly every night since then.
            Angel repeated her question. "You wish what?"
            Pushing herself into a sitting position, Jessie looked at her friend. "I want someone who will just take me. When he wants, where he wants, because he can!"
            The words came out in a rush, the brutal honesty washing over Angel like a warm rain. Carefully she chose her path.
            "You mean like rape?"
            Jessie's eyes widened, her head bouncing back and forth.  "No.  Not that. Something…," Angel could see her struggling for just the right words.  "…more."
            "Somebody's horny," Angel chuckled.
            Jessie smacked her with a pillow.
            "Yeah, and?" she said, laughing nervously.
            Finishing her drink, Angel stood up and wiggled her brows at Jessie before turning toward the door. "Be careful what you wish for."
            Jessie drifted upward from sleep and into absolute darkness. When she tried to get up, something restrained her. She struggled, tried to cry out, only to find something across her mouth. Her wrists were bound, she guessed to the headboard, her ankles to the footboard. She could feel the warmth flood her face when she realized she was bound spread eagle on the bed.
            "Easy chica."
            Angel's whispered words stilled Jessie's fear momentarily. Gentle fingers brushed her hair back from her forehead. She tried to speak around the gag and failed.
            "Trust me little one." Angel's teeth nibbled Jessie's ear lobe. She shivered and cringed. Angel chuckled softly.
            Jessie felt a shift on the bed as Angel crawled up between her legs.  Warm tears of embarrassment flooded her eyes and seeped into the blindfold. Angel was naked. Jessie felt warm skin settle against her own as Angel laid out full length on top of her. Fingers stroked and caressed Jessie's breasts, teased her nipples until she could feel them tighten and pucker. She whimpered behind the gag.
            Warm wetness enveloped one nipple while fingers continued teasing and tormenting the other. Teeth bit down, clamping around the turgid bud and pulled. Jessie shivered at the sensation. Angel switched to the other nipple and repeated the process.
            "I promise no one will…" she paused momentarily, then continued."…harm you." She nipped at the nipple again, pinching it between her teeth this time. "But I promise there will be delightful, stimulating pain."
            Jessie arched up, screaming behind the gag as something clamped down on first one nipple, then the other. She could feel a small chain resting against her chest, then felt a tug on both nipples. Again she screamed behind the gag as white hot pin points of pain danced through her.
            Angel was licking her now, moving slowly downward, circling her belly button before dipping the tip of her tongue into the depths.
            "Mmmm…like the sweetest candy. But it gets sweeter still, doesn't it chica."
            Jessie felt the invasion of Angel's fingers between the outer lips of her pussy, spreading them. Embarrassment flooded her as she realized everything Angel had done had made her hot and wet. She needed to be fucked more than ever and that was one thing Angel couldn't do.
            But she could make her cum. 
            Jessie rocked against Angel's fingers, trying to suck them deeper.
            Angel chuckled softly. "No baby girl. It's not time for you yet. You are not yet ready."
            The fingers pulled free, replaced by Angel's tongue, bathing Jessie's pussy and sucking the juices like an ice cream cone on a hot day. Jessie's body writhed and twisted beneath Angel as the wave built deep inside her and began the slow thick voyage outward.
            Angel's mouth was everywhere on Jessie's pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling. Fingers slipped between the inner lips once more, stroking and teasing. Two, then three, twisting and curving. Jessie bucked against her, begging silently for more, begging silently to cum. Angel's teeth came together on Jessie's clit, worrying it, biting it. Lights exploded behind Jessie's eyes at the pain radiating through her pussy. She was so close. So fucking close.
            Then Angel was gone.
            The weight on the bed shifted and Angel was whispering in her ear. "I'm going to untie you and lead you a bit. Behave and follow or you won't be allowed to cum."
            In Jessie's state, it was the ultimate threat. Meekly, when the restraints were removed and her wrists tied behind her, Jessie allowed herself to be led around the apartment. Periodically, Angel would stop and tug on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, or reach down and worry her Jessie's clit with her fingers. Jessie could feel her own juices running down her thighs. Her nipples were on fire and her body ached for release.
            Still she obeyed; petrified that Angel would not allow her that release when she was ready.
            By the time Angel stopped, Jessie was completely disoriented. Angel nudged her feet apart and nudged her to bend at the waist, her hand at Jessie's back, pressing forward. With her hands still bound behind her, Jessie was afraid she'd fall, but she followed where Angel guided until she felt something cold and hard pressing into her below her belly, Her arms stretched forward and down, bound once again. Jessie couldn't move her upper body. Nudging her feet apart again, Angel secured her ankles.
            Jessie couldn't move at all. She was bent so far forward, her ass was raised in the air. She stood nearly on tiptoe. Cool air caressed her body and she realized belatedly that she was out on the balcony. She prayed silently that there was no moon. She was on display for anyone that wanted to look up.
            She felt something beneath her and felt Angel's fingers slide into her pussy, fucking her hard and fast until Jessie thought she would explode. Once more, her body was bathed in her own juices. Suddenly the fingers were gone. Angel had moved up to torment her swollen throbbing nipples.
            She felt the first clip come free and nearly screamed as the blood rushed back into the sensitive skin. She tried to twist free as the second clamp was removed. Angel gently suckled on each breast, alternating between laving her nipples with her hot wet tongue and gently caressing them with her fingers.
            "Remember what you wished for chica?" Angel asked her?
            Jessie had no time to clear her thoughts before her body was suddenly invaded. Strong firm hands gripped her hips as a man's cock slammed into her over an over. She couldn't even rock back against the assault to draw more of him into her. In this position, she felt like he would cut her in two.
            A man's voice growled at her. "This is what you wanted little slut. To be taken, because you can be. To be used because it suits someone to use you."
            He paused in his thrusts and backed out. His fingers replaced his cock momentarily, then his cock slipped inside her once more. "To be used the way I want, for my pleasure."
            Jessie's head reared back as two fingers slid deep into her virgin ass and stroked slow and easy, twisting, and curling slightly. Beneath her, Angel began twisting her nipples, pinching them hard between her nails until they both burned like holy fire. Jessie's body shuddered under the onslaught as the fullness vanished from her ass and she was being pummeled once more by the huge hot cock.
            Her body betrayed her as the man slammed home, his own body shuddering with his release. Wave after wave washed over her as she came and came, over and over. Angel's fingers never let up. The man's fingers now reamed her ass once more. The walls of her pussy clenched and vibrated around his cock until she could feel it grow hard again.
            When she finally collapsed over the rail, spent and wrenched, she felt the gag being removed. Her wrists were released. Strong hands tangled in her hair and pulled her head back. She watched as he side stepped around her, and straddled her with his feet. Before she could wet her mouth enough to speak, his voice growled again. "The way I want for my pleasure." His cock slid between her lips, hard again and using her mouth the way he'd used her pussy. She felt the tip thrusting against the back of her throat as he fucked her. Suddenly he was filling her, white hot sweet cum jettisoning down her throat before she could swallow.
            Angel was between her legs again, licking and sucking her pussy, her fingers worrying her clit until she exploded once again, this time collapsing into unconsciousness.
            She woke up tucked into her own bed, the ropes gone; the blankets pulled up and tucked in around her. Angel sat beside her, wearing a soft fluffy robe, a warm cloth in her hands. Leaning down, Angel covered her mouth with a sweet kiss, slipping her tongue between her lips and teasing her own. Pulling back, Angel grinned then reached for the light. With a click she plunged Jessie into darkness once more.

            With a soft whisper, Angel warned her once again. "Be careful what you wish for."

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


Happy Hump Day! I'm sorry this is a day late but I hope all of you enjoy it. Please feel free to leave comments at the end of the story, or any suggestion you might have to make these stories more pleasurable.


© Copyright 2008
D. Fellows

            The hinges creaked as the door swung wide. The void beyond was pitch black.  She turned and looked behind her down the long walkway to the lane and the road beyond. Through the driving rain she could barely see the blinkers on her car. Turning, Amalie looked back into the darkened house and stepped across the threshold, shivering as she did so. She felt around on the wall until she found a switch and flipped it. The brightness made her wince then blink rapidly against the sudden light. Chasing the light, a low, long rumble of thunder rattled the windows. Before Amalie could close the door, lightening ruptured the sky, and wind roared through the house. The room went dark as the door behind her slammed shut.
            She jumped and gasped, questioning now the sanity of coming here. No one had answered her knock, and the door was unlocked. But it would be hours before anyone came along on the road, if it was even passable now. The water was rising quickly when she reached the river and she’d almost hesitated crossing the bridge. Shortly after she did, the car hit a puddle of water and died. Throwing on the hazards, she whispered a silent plea for help before stepping out in the night.
            It had taken only minutes until she was drenched, but she kept walking. She knew there was a house ahead. She’d passed it many times on her way to the river to paint. Thankfully she didn’t have far to go, but by the time she arrived, she shivered with cold.
            In the brief moments of illumination before the lights went out, she’d seen the fireplace at the end of the well kept room. She moved cautiously to the fireplace, her fingers reaching up to feel along the mantle in search of matches. Finding the matchbox, she fumbled it open and pulled out a match, hopeful as she struck it along the side of the box.
            A tiny flame kindled feebly to life. Cupping her free hand around it, she looked about. The makings of a fire were stored near the hearth. Kindling, paper and various sizes of wood lay piled neatly in a wooden box. At least she could get dry, and eventually warm. Taking the matches up once more, she knelt before the hearth. Quickly throwing paper into the firebox, she set the nearly burned out match to it, breathing deeply in relief when it caught. Laying aside the matches, she began feeding the flame small pieces of wood and more paper. As the kindling caught, she added larger pieces of wood until the fire burned strong and hot. Sitting back on her feet, she closed her eyes, silently thanking whatever entities had gotten her this far.
            Piece by piece, Amalie began peeling off her sodden clothing. Standing, she kicked off her shoes and rolled her jeans down her legs, followed by her panties. The socks came last. The shivering was stronger now. She needed to get warm, and dry. Looking about the room for something to wrap up in, she spied a lap robe across the back of the couch. She nearly ran to it, yanked it off the couch and wrapped it around her. Returning to the fire, she sat Indian style before the hearth, relaxing slightly in the warm glow. As soon as she was warm, she’d try to call someone to let them know where she was. For now, she just wanted to be warm again, and dry.
            She was so tired. Reaching up, she pulled the scrunchy out of her hair, letting it fall wetly around her shoulders.
            “I suppose a hot shower and towels would be too much to ask for,” she mumbled out loud. “Maybe a candle?”
            Hopefully whoever owned this house would not mind her using the facilities. Standing, she looked around within the glow of the fire. Silver candlesticks stood on either end of the mantle. She took one down, and lit it with a brand from the fireplace. Now, she could look for a bathroom.
            It was easier to find than she expected. She pulled a clean towel from the closet and set the candle on the back of the toilet. With her long hair wrapped in a towel atop her head, she felt a little more in control of the situation. And her wet hair was not dripping down the inside of the lap robe. Reaching for the faucet, she turned it on.
            Nothing happened.
            Amalie groaned. “Dummy. No electricity, no pump. No pump, no water.”
            With another towel in her hand, she let the lap robe slide to the floor and briskly dried off. Biting her lip, she peeked behind the door and found a robe. Quickly shoving her arms through the sleeves, she belted it. Hanging the wet towel over the rack, she picked up the lap robe and draped it over the shower rod. Retracing her steps, she settled back down in front of the fire.
            The cold was finally leaving her limbs; she curled her fingers toward the fire and let out a sigh of contentment.

            “I’d heard of it raining cats and dogs, but never naked trespassers.”
            Amalie froze. The voice sounded intrigued, but still she’d believed herself alone in the house. There had been no lights on when she arrived and they went out shortly thereafter.
            “I...I’m sorry. My car died and….” She struggled to gather her still wet clothes and stand. “I’ll pay for the robe.”
            She moved toward the door.
            A firm grip around her upper arm stopped her. “I’m sure you will. And we’ll add on a room since you won’t be going back out in that storm just yet.” He turned her around. “No what kind of host would I be to allow that?”
            His back was to the fire so his features remained in shadow. But she could feel his gaze on her face, just before she felt his fingers traced down her cheek and along her throat. “I expect you’ll pay handsomely girl.”
            “Please let me go.” Her attempt at confidence came out as a whimper.
            His response included turning and guiding her before him up the staircase she’d not noticed before. She stumbled once, then twice, lacking the knowledge of the stairs that he apparently knew in the dark.
            “Keep up,” he barked once.
            When she tripped again, he paused and lifted her over his shoulder, one hand sliding under the robe to grip her bare thigh.
            Amalie froze, both from the shock of having his hand on her bare skin and fear of being dropped if she fought against him. A tiny corner of her mind wondered how he could manipulate the steps so confidently in the darkness. Even the glow from the fireplace had disappeared behind them.
            They’d reached level floor and Amalie began kicking and squirming, screaming to be released. “Damn you, put me down! Let me go right now!” Righteous anger flooded her at being treated in such a manner. The initial fear turned to fury. “Who the hell are you and what right do you have to treat me this way?”
            He let her go.
            She’d been so self-absorbed in battling him, she hadn’t realized they’d entered another room. Landing in a heap at his feet, Amalie looked up. His face now was bathed in candle light. Dozens of candles lit the room, driving away the dark. Tall and menacing, he gazed back at her, his mouth formed in a half smile a look of greedy anticipation in his eyes. He wore a black robe similar to the one she’d found on the bathroom door. She crab walked backward and ended up against the side of the bed.
            “Anxious are we?” He chuckled. “We’ll see how anxious you are when I’m through with you girl. Get up!”
            Once more she froze in fear, shrinking back into the comforter hanging over the edge of the bed.
            He reached out and yanked her to her feet. “When I give you an order I expect it to be obeyed without question. Now take off that robe.”
            He towered over her. She clutched it together more tightly around her. “I will not.”
            Before she could blink, the towel came off her hair. His fingers tangled in her hair, jerking her head back, capturing her gaze. “You have one minute to get that robe off before I rip it off. I want to see what’s landed in my lap and I want to see all of it.”
            Shaking, Amalie released the front of the robe and reached for the belt. She fumbled with the knot before it came free and the robe fell open. He tugged her hair once more, reminding her of his control over her. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
            He flopped her onto her back across the bed. Releasing her hair, his fingers gripped her chin.
            “Do you know,” he whispered, leaning over her, “what happens to a woman when fear takes over?”
            His free hand slid between her legs, fingers sliding through the slick wetness. He pushed into her, sliding deep, back and in, hard and fast. She closed her legs and screamed, and still he fucked her with his fingers.
            “They get wet and hot. You’ll be drowning before I’m through with you.” His grip on her chin tightened. “You’ll beg me to stop.” He paused to take a nipple in his mouth, biting down hard before releasing it. “Then you’ll beg for more.” He did the same to the other nipple, then captured her gaze once more. “Then you’ll beg for death. Which one will I grant, hmmm?”
            Pulling his fingers from their wet cocoon, he trailed them along the inside of her thigh, down her leg and clutched her ankle. The hand gripping her chin slid down to rest on her lower belly, pressing down. His thumb dipped down to rub the hard nub at the apex of her pussy. He watched her.
            Slow warmth Amalie couldn’t understand began to spread through her. She could feel her nipples harden and found herself struggling now not to spread her legs wider and beg for him to put his fingers in her again. Fear warred with desire. She’d never felt like this before.
            Suddenly he was gone. Her eyes popped open and watched as he moved across the room. Realizing her chance to escape, she bolted upright and leapt from the bed. She’d taken only one or two steps when she was brought up short and tumbled to the floor. Her ankle was tied to the foot of the bed. She rolled over and struggled to release the restraint only to find a lock holding it closed.
            When she looked around at him, she found him watching her, a wolfish smile of satisfaction on his face.
            “When one misbehaves, one must be punished. Wouldn’t you agree?”
            “No.” Amalie shook her head. “Please, please let me go. I won’t say anything, just let me go.”
            “I’m sure you won’t say anything, but that doesn’t negate that you’ve broken a rule and so much be punished.” He advanced on her slowly. What appeared to be a long wooden paddle dangled carelessly from his fingers.
            Sliding backward on her bare ass, Amalie shook her head. She opened her mouth but words couldn’t form past the fear blocking her throat, choking her. He reached down and pulled her to her feet once more. In one slick movement, he sat on the bed and pulled her over his knees, her arms pinned beneath her. Barely had she a chance to wiggle in an attempt to free herself before fire erupted across the skin of both butt cheeks.
            She howled in pain and embarrassment.
            He attacker held her firmly in place with one hand as the other continued to wield the paddle across her ass and the backs of her thighs. She lost the will to fight to escape and turned her energy into the screams that saturated the air. The strikes came hard and fast. There was no time to recover from one before another fell across stinging, burning skin. Her throat was raw from screaming, her arms numb from being pinned between their bodies. Amalie lost count of how many times he struck her. She writhed in pain as the fire she couldn’t see crawled across her skin.
            As quickly as it had begun, it stopped. She quivered in his lap, voiceless but for the occasional sob. Air blowing across her skinned did nothing to quench the continued burn and suddenly she felt his palm sliding smoothly across the hot skin.
            Too smoothly.
            She screamed. As he rubbed, the burn intensified. When he pulled his hand away, the burn continued. The heat consumed her, ate at her sanity.
            He stood, allowing her to slide with a thump to the floor.
            “Turn around and sit with your back to the bed. Spread your legs wide.”          
            She looked up at him and blinked, as thought confused.
            Amalie never saw the slap coming, but it jerked her head to the side and she tasted blood in her mouth. She rolled over until she was seated on the floor, whimpering as her ass dragged across the carpeted floor. Her back firmly against the back of the bed, the edge hit her just below the her neck. Slowly she slid her legs apart, trying to spare her tender backside any additional pain. The attempt was useless. A low moan slipped past her lips as she felt her arms being drawn back over her head and secured.
            The position arched her back, lifting her breasts up and out. Her nipples pebbled and ached.
            When she looked up, he was naked. His cock jutted out in front, thick and hard. Amalie could only shake her head in denial of what she knew was coming. She no longer had the energy to fight him.
            Squatting in front of her, he watched her face as one hand dropped to between her legs. Dropping his gaze, he used one hand to separate the outer lips of her pussy. His other reached for her clit, one finger massaging it slowly. She moaned again, unable to deny the molten heat blossoming in the pit of her belly. But there was fire on her clit too.
            Amalie screamed and tried to scoot away from whatever he had rubbed on her clit.
            “Get it off!! Get it off!! It burns! It’s burning me!!!”
            He sat back on his heels and smiled. “Yes and it’s delightful to watch you while it does. However, I have something else in mind.”
            He stood slowly, one hand reaching out to tangle in her hair, the other grabbing his cock. Leaning forward, he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips.
            She shook her head, lips tightly closed.
            His fingers tightened in her hair.
            Her scalp burned, her clit was on fire.
            A sudden sharp pain in one nipple caused her to scream out. When her mouth opened, she found it filled with his cock.
            “Bite me and the party ends, slut because at least one attendee will be dead on the floor.”
            He leaned over her, bracing himself on the bed behind her head. Her head followed his cock until her throat was extended and the back of her head lay flat on the bed. Ever so slowly he slid the length of his cock down her throat, holding it there as he watched her struggle to breathe. “This would be a terrible way to die wouldn’t it? Restrained with a strangers cock raping your throat.”
            Amalie struggled to draw a breath, panic setting in. Between her thighs, a fire raged and she could do nothing to quell it. A brief thought danced at the edges of her consciousness. A burning clit was the least of her worries.
            “I control the situation,” he told her matter of factly. “I control you, your destiny. I will do with you…to you as I please. Whether or not you enjoy it is a moot point.”
            He drew his cock back to the edge of withdrawal.
            Amalie gasped for breath around the bulk, her eyes still watering from lack of air.
            And then he began fucking her mouth in earnest. Hard and fast, deep and true he plunged into her. She found if she tilted her head back even more, her throat opened up slightly. But rather than give her more room to breathe, it gave him deeper access. He took it and more.
            Suddenly he paused, his cock buried deep in her throat once more before jerking slightly. Hot cum forced its way down her throat and into her belly, and she could do nothing to stop it. When he eased back slightly, his cock still jerking, she swallowed, gagging against the taste and the bulk of his cock still halfway down her throat.
            He jerked his cock free and Amalie felt something hot and sticky splash across her breasts and throat. Still braced against the bed, he panted, trying to catch his breath while she turned her head and gasped, battling the need to wretch. It was some minutes before he finally stood, towering over her.
            Struggling to slow her heart rate, racing from fear, she watched as he turned and walked into another room. She heard water running. When it stopped, he returned and scooped his robe from the floor and slipped it over his shoulders, belted it, and left the room again. Before the robe slid into place, Amalie had noticed the tattoo on his shoulder, a brilliantly colored parrot, its tail draping down over his shoulder blade. She realized that beyond his huge cock and menacing presence, it was the only thing she’d noticed.
            The candles burned low and, one by one, sputtered out until the room fell into complete darkness. The storm still raged, thought not as strongly as when she’d arrived. The fire in the fireplace burned low and the room cooled slightly. She wished he’d come back and cover her.  But, on the other hand, she prayed he’d never come back. If he did, he would kill her. She knew that deep in her gut.
            Minutes passed into hours and still he didn’t return. She dozed fitfully there on the floor, sprawled and naked in the darkness. She didn’t realize she’d actually slept until she heard voices in the hall. They weren’t male.
            “Oh sweet Jesus.”
            Amalie shook off sleep and looked toward the door. A woman not much older than herself stood there, one hand clutching the door jam, the other holding an overnight bag.
            “Andi, I think you might want to come take a look at this,” she called out to someone else.
            From down the hall, Amalie heard the response. “Don’t tell me we ended up with storm damage. I really don’t want to fight with the insurance company again.”
            “Please don’t let him hurt me again,” Amalie whispered, her throat raw, her voice hoarse.
            Confusion changed the features of the woman in the door way. “Him who?”
            “Is it really bad, Mel, or can we fix…”
            Her voice died as she looked over Andi’s shoulder into the room. “Sweet Jesus,” she whispered.
            “I said that already.” Mel moved into the room and started looking for the restraints that held Amalie bound and released them. Andi followed her into the room. When Amalie’s arms were free, Andi helped her to her feet and into the robe she’d been forced to remove earlier.
            “Let’s get her downstairs and get some hot coffee into her,” Mel said, “and ask questions later.”
            Andi nodded and together they helped Amalie stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen.
            Amalie wanted that coffee, because until she put something warm down her throat, she didn’t think she’d be able to speak well enough for them to understand. She’d barely gotten her plea out earlier in the bedroom. She let the two settle her into a chair in what appeared to be a breakfast room. Pure sunlight poured through the windows, dazzling in its brightness. But not for the slight burn still lingering on her ass and between her thighs, Amalie could have almost believed the night to be a bad dream.
            But it had been no dream. She could still taste the salty tang of cum in her mouth and feel it’s stickiness on her face and chest. Andi set a glass of orange juice in front of her.
            “Drink this. It will help your throat.”
            Amalie nodded and obeyed. The sweet cold liquid was heaven as it made its way down her dry, raspy throat, taking the salty tang still lingering with it.
            “Thank you,” Amalie said.
            Mel brought coffee and sweet rolls for all of them, then the two women sat down on the bench across the table from Amalie. After a couple of bites of roll, and a few swallows of coffee, Amalie could talk.
            “Please don’t let him hurt me again,” she begged, tears welling in her eyes, her hands shaking so bad suddenly, she had to set the cup down to keep from being burned with the hot coffee.
            The two women exchanged a look then looked back at Amalie. “He who?” they asked in unison.
            “There is no man living in this house, hon,” Andi told her. “Just Melanie and myself.”
            “Can you start at the beginning and tell us what happened?” That was Mel.
            Amalie looked from one to the other, suddenly terrified. “My car stalled out in the storm.  I knocked, but nobody answered. I tried the door. I had to get out of the storm. It was unlocked.”
            Again the two exchanged looks.
            “He came up behind me when I was wrapped in a robe in front of the fire, trying to get warm. He carried me upstairs and made me take off the robe and he…he…” She couldn’t continue. It was all too horrifying.
            Mel reached across the table and took Amalie’s hand, squeezing gently. “He’s gone. And I’m pretty confident he won’t be back.”
            This time Amalie looked at them, first one and then the other, a question in her eyes.
            Andi started. “There is a window broken in the mud room, and Mel’s robe is lying on the floor by the front door. Your clothes are gone, but I spotted your purse under the edge of a chair. It must have gotten kicked there and he missed it. Where was your car when you left it?”
            “Just down the road. I could see the hazards blinking from your doorway.”
            Andi spoke up. “It’s not there now.”
            “What’s your name,” Mel asked.
            “Amalie. I was going to the lake to paint the storm coming in, but it came in too fast.”
            “Amalie,” Andi started. “Did you notice anything about this man?
            “He was big and he had a big…” Amalie blushed suddenly, and then remembered the tat. Both girls slipped out a chuckle before she continued. “A parrot on his shoulder.”
            “A tat?” They asked in unison.
            “Yes, a tattoo of a parrot in different colors, with the tail draping over his shoulder.”
            Andi stood up and went to the phone, lifted the receiver and listened, hung it up and came back. “Phone is dead. Probably knocked out in the storm. You have your cell Mel?”
            Mel pulled it out of her pocket and slid it over to Andi.
            “I’m calling the sheriff.”
            Amalie hung her head. The didn’t believe her and she couldn’t blame them. Mel refilled her cup and she sipped dejectedly.
            “Barry? It’s Andi out on Hamblin Road.” She paused. “Yeah, the old Ford place. We have a visitor who had a visitor.”
            Mel squeezed her hand again. “It’ll be okay.”
            Amalie nodded, but somehow didn’t think anything would ever be alright again.
            Andi was talking again. “We’re pretty sure it was the guy on the bulletin. She said he had a parrot tattoo on his shoulder.”  Again a brief pause. “Okay. Yeah I think so. She’s pretty shaken up but doesn’t appear to be hurt. We found her tied to the bed in Mel’s bedroom.”  Andi sighed. “Yeah. It’s pretty much a given.” Andi rattled off the cell phone number and paused again. “Alright. We’ll be here. See you then.” She disconnected the call and flipped the phone closed.
            “There’s something you should know Amalie. A prisoner escaped from the state prison late yesterday afternoon. It’s about 20 miles from here. They lost his trail in the storm.”
            “He obviously didn’t think anyone was here, or likely to show up,” Mel said. “Or his ego allowed him to believe it didn’t matter, that he could take them on and win.”
            “What…” Amalie began, then took a breath and started over when her voice cracked. “What was he in prison for?”
            Mel and Andi exchanged looks. “Murder. He tortured and murdered a young woman about three years ago,” Andi explained. “Only she didn’t die right away. She managed to ID him for the cops before she died in the hospital. They caught him the next day, while he was stalking his next victim.”
            The cell phone rang. Mel checked the number and handed it to Andy.
            “Hello?” Andi answered. “Ooookay. Any idea when you’ll be here? I’ll tell her.”
            She flipped the phone closed and sat silently for a minute.
            “Bad news is they found your car overturned and wrapped around a tree about five miles from here, just on the other side of the river.” Andi smiled slightly. “Good news is they found his body in the front seat with a tree through his chest.”
            Mel refilled their cups and produced a bottle of Irish whiskey, pouring a health dollop in all three cups.

            She grinned. “I guess it’s safe to assume he won’t be back.”

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Picnic in the Rain

Good morning!!  Weather is beautiful so maybe it's time for a picnic.

I've discovered writing graphically is not that difficult; putting those same graphics into something that fits more into novel format is a bit more difficult. Pacing and timing are everything, and has to follow the plot.

But now, let's go on a picnic!!

Rainy Day Picnic
© Copyright 2003
D. Fellows

            She cuddled in the blanket in the window seat, looking out over the landscape. On a good day, she could see the river in the distance against a backdrop of lush dark green mountains, a ribbon of silver sparkling in the sunlight. Today, all she could see was rain. The river and the mountains beyond were shrouded in clouds and fog.
            He came to her from behind, pulled the blanket back and feathered kisses along her shoulder.  "Brooding this morning little one?"
            She turned slightly and smiled up at him over her shoulder. "Not really Master. It's just the rain. I was hoping it would be nice so we could go do something."
            "Hmmm.  Well there are lots of things we could do despite the rain." His fingers traced her collarbone as his hand slipped beneath the blanket to fondle her bare breast, and tweak her nipple.
            "We could go to a movie, or the mall. There is always the museum."
            One by one he ticked off items. She listened, knowing what activities each could represent that did not involved watching the movie, shopping, or looking at musty old bones.
            A grin danced along her lips. Well, maybe one dusty old bone.
            Her thoughts were shifting, focusing on his hand beneath the blanket and the tingling that crept from her nipples down deep into her belly. Her lips formed a pout when his hand pulled away. Suddenly a blindfold came down over her eyes. Her fingers immediately flew to it.
            "Ah ah ah. Don't touch lil one. Just trust."
            She dropped her hands to her lap. "Yes Master," she murmured.
            He scooped her into his arms then, blanket and all and carried her through the house. Pausing after a few minutes, he allowed her to stand. They were in the garage. She breathed in the odors of oil and sawdust, hints of exhaust and fresh grass. He'd mowed the day before and parked the mower back in the garage.
            The car door opened and he guided her into the front seat, buckling her in. She sensed him lean down and then he was covering her mouth with his, his hand burrowing beneath the blanket to stroke her wetness.
            Chuckling, he pulled away. "I love what anticipation of the unknown does to you. I'll be right back."
            She heard the door close, felt the thud reverberate through the car. Her hands lay idle in her lap, her senses limited to smell and taste. Inside the car she could taste the stale musty air where the car had been closed up most of yesterday and all night. She could smell the growing odor of her own wetness, feel the moisture pooling just inside the lips of her pussy and knew that soon a wet spot would form on the blanket beneath her.
            The back door opened and closed. The car door opened and the car dipped as he slid into the driver's seat. She listened to the scrape of plastic against vinyl as he pulled the garage door opener off the visor. The soft click was followed immediately by the growl of the garage door raising slowly, grinding smoothly against gears.
            The car was in motion, backing slowly out of the garage. Now she could hear the steady patter of rain on the roof, the swoosh, swoosh of the windshield wipers, and the now muted growl of the garage door closing. She could feel the slight thump as the car backed over the edge of the apron of the driveway, the gentle swerve as he backed onto the street and stopped. A smooth thunk as the transmission shifted from reverse to drive. Forward motion on smooth pavement. The continuing patter of rain, the gentle swoosh of the wipers. In darkness, the sounds were reassuring.  She sighed and leaned back, relaxed.
            He chuckled softly as she sighed. "Are you warm enough?"
            "Yes Master. It's lovely all snug in my blanket. I think I could almost fall back asleep."
            "Hmmm...we can't have that. Pull the blanket back pet so I can see you."
            The expectation that she could also be seen by anyone drying past sent flutters of excitement driving deep into her belly. Slowly, she pulled the blanket back beneath the seat belt. The coarse strap now stretched across her bare belly. A soft snick and cool air bathed her skin, her nipples immediately hardening.
            In her mind she could almost see the innocent look on his face as he responded, "Yes pet?"
            She didn't respond.
            "Heft your breasts for me girl, and stroke your nipples. I want to see them hard and dark."
            She focused on his voice, his commands, no longer aware of the rain against the windows. She cupped a breast in each palm and stroked her nipples with her thumbs.
            The car stopped slowly, she heard the click click click of the turn signal.
            Her attention was suddenly diverted as first one nipple then the other suddenly stung as he slipped clamps into place and tightened them down.
            "Not tight enough pet?" Before she could respond, he gave each clamp another quarter turn.
            Her eyes clenched behind the mask, her palms still supporting her breasts, her thumbs resting above the clamps.
            "Continue pet. I don't recall asking you to stop."
            Biting her lower lip, she hesitantly resumed the motion, thumbs rubbing against hard hot nipples. The moisture between her thighs felt thick and heavy as it seeped from between her outer lips to soak into the blanket beneath her.
            She tried to focus on the motion of the car and ignore the dull throbbing in each nipple.   The car slowed, the click of the blinker repeated itself and they turned again. The car was now picking up speed.
            Beside her, Master chuckled again. She could feel him shifting in the car seat, the car slowing slightly. "Hold out your hands lil slut," he commanded, his voice changing slightly.
            She obeyed, the change in the tone of his voice familiar. He was beginning the push to drive her to the edge. The only unknown was how many times he would take her there before he allowed her to fly. She felt hard rubber against open palms.
            "You know where it goes. One hard thrust, then remove it."
            She squirmed on the seat to get into position and placed the tip between her outer lips. It was larger than any she remembered them owning.
            "Now!" he barked.
            She thrust it hard, as deep as it would go. Sitting as she was, that depth was limited.
            "Now put it in that hot wet mouth and suck it slut, like it was my cock and you are hell bent on pleasing me."
            Again she obeyed, tilting her head back and picturing his hard hot throbbing cock thrusting over and over into her willing mouth. She sucked it deeper, relaxing her throat muscles. She could taste her own essence on the surface, could feel the fire igniting and flaring deep in her belly. She moaned deep, the sound muted around the hard rubber shaft filling her mouth and throat.
            She didn't realize the car was stopped until his next command.
            "Stop. Do not remove it, but do not move."
            She squirmed on the car seat, her pussy throbbing, aching for some attention. The soft whisper of the window rolling down caught her attention. The rain had stopped. Someone leaned in through the window and fingers flicked her throbbing nipples. The seat belt released. Her hands were removed from the dildo and she clamped down to keep it from slipping out of her mouth. The door was pulled open and she was being pulled from the car, the blanket left in the seat. Warm moist air bathed her chilled skin.
            Forced to her knees, the dildo was removed and replaced with a hot hard cock. It throbbed against her lips and tongue, pressed against the roof of her mouth. Someone pulled her hands behind her and cuffed her. Fingers tangled in her hair and held her still while the cock thrust deep into her mouth and against the back of her throat. A foot nudged her knees apart.
            Fingers separated her outer lips and thrust into her, spreading her wide. Her juices streamed down the insides of her thighs. She felt the soft mud beneath her knees. The dildo nudged against her inner lips, slipped past, and thrust home. She felt her own release edging closer. A voice whispered in her ear, the breath hot and moist against her skin.
             "Not yet little slut....not yet."
            She moaned around the cock in her mouth and heard someone gasp. One final thrust and her mouth was filled with salty hot cum. She gulped and swallowed quickly, sucking against the cock as it eased out, milking the last precious drops from the tip.
            She was pulled to her feet. Fingers tangled in the chain dangling between the nipple clamps and tugged hard. A kaleidoscope of color danced in her darkness as the pain sliced through her. She was bent forward over the warm hood of the car.
            Fingers found her nipples and pinched as her feet were kicked apart until she was spread wide. The dildo was pulled free and replace with a cock.
            Her Master's cock, thrusting deep and hard into the white hot wetness.
            Over and over he pounded into her, his fingers still pinching and twisting her nipples within the clamps.
            One deep hard thrust as the clamps were suddenly yanked free. She screamed as he growled in her ear. "Now bitch. Cum now!"
            She bucked against him, fingers clenched into fists at her back. Wave after wave rolled over her, driving her on as she danced through one orgasm after the other.
            She didn't know when it stopped.  Realization came slowly. Her head rested against the hood of the car, her hands still cuffed behind her. Master's body covered hers, his breath fast and raspy against her ear. His cock still nestled inside her, but she could feel it slowly withdrawing as he slowly recovered.
            And the rain came.
            A gentle soft rain, warm and cleansing, washing away the sweat and tension of their bodies. He reached up with one hand and removed the blindfold. She opened her eyes, blinked and slowly opened them again. The trees formed a canopy over them and the air smelled of fresh sweet rain. He pulled her to her feet and turned her to face him. He too was naked and glorious, droplets of rain leaving damp trails down over his skin. Hands pushed her hair from her face as he stepped back and turned.
            There they sat, several of their friends, relaxing in lawn chairs beneath a huge canopy that protected them from the rain.
            A warm flush covered her face and swept downward.
            She turned her gaze back to him.  He smiled.
            "Who says you can't have a picnic in the rain?"

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Good morning all,

Remember BDSM is a realtime lifestyle. Sometimes confined to the bedroom, sometimes confined outside the bedroom. And, sometimes, it's confined to our fantasies. Fantasies can last an eternity, especially when your Master is a spirit.


The Legacy
Copyright ©2002 D Fellows
All Rights Reserved
            The house wasn't much...but it was hers.  She wandered around looking at the empty spaces where she would put furniture one piece at a time. For now, it remained empty. She had lots of wall space for pictures and lovely arches to hang curtains.
            Pausing, she looked up at one wide tall archway.
            "Now, why would anyone put eyebolts up there?" she wondered.
            As she wandered the house, she began noticing other things that seemed unusual. More eyebolts in the walls, spaced equally both near the ceiling and near the floor. Still curious, she continued her tour, finally ending up in the attic.
            It was a huge space even for an old Victorian. The windows on three sides were huge and well kept. Screens were new, and the hinges on the doors were well oiled. The windows swung open without a sound. A cool breeze filtered through the attic, and Emmie decided she'd put her room up here for the time being. That way she could make the improvements downstairs without disrupting her temporary bedroom.
            She moved her sLeAnnping bag upstairs along with her suitcase and necessaries. By the time she ate supper delivered in, she was exhausted. Stripping down to the bare nothing, she crawled into her sLeAnnping bag, and fell asLeAnnp to the soughing wind in the tree tops outside her window.
            It was later that she struggled awake, unseen hands pulling her sLeAnnping bag aside.
            Fingers curled around her arms and pulled her to her feet.
            Emmie screamed only to have it choked back as a gag of some sort was thrust between her teeth and belted around her head. Someone tall, strong, scooped her up and laid her over a muscular shoulder. She was carried, kicking and beating against him down the attic stairs to the main house. A hand came down hard on her bare cheeks and the shock of it drove her into stillness. Something was fastened about her wrists and ankles before she was set gently onto the floor. Her arms were stretched over her head, her legs spread wide. She was released. But when she tried to get away, she found herself bound to the wall she'd investigated earlier.
She hung there, exposed, vulnerable, and helpless as a round ball on straps was inserted between her parted lips, and fastened behind her head.
            Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt moisture pool between her legs just behind her inner lips. Slowly she raised her gaze to find them looking at her. There were three, one man, two women. The women were as naked as she, but he was dressed in black leather pants, barefoot and no shirt.
            The lights brightened and reflected off the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. His arms were thick and strong, his hands wide with long fingers. Her eyes widened as he approached slowly, his gaze pinning her in place as effectively as the restraints at her wrists and ankles.
            "You think you have purchased only a house," he said softly, one fingertip stroking her cheek. "But in fact, you have purchased a legacy. And now you will learn the meaning of that legacy."
            She struggled against the leather holding her in place and tried to speak around the gag. But the restraints held fast, the gag effectively keeping her words behind it. She wanted to wake up from this hellish nightmare.
            Suddenly one of the women came forward, her hand moving between Emmie's legs and dipping between her outer lips. Her gaze never left Emmie as she pulled her hand back and slipped her fingers between her lips, licking Emmie’s juices from them.
            "She's ready Master Philip," she reported softly.
            He smiled at the woman. "Thank you LeAnn. Kneel behind me until I call you." His glance shot to the second woman. "And you as well Ann."
            Emmie shot a gaze to the woman as he mentioned their names and realized they were identical twins.
            Master Philip turned from her and strode to the table just out of Emmie’s range of vision. He returned with something over his shoulder, a rounded wooden handle with leather attached to the end. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them beneath his palms. His fingers pinched her nipples and twisted them, watching her eyes. Emmie moaned behind the gag, her fingers clenching against the pain.
            His head dipped and she felt his warm breath against her skin just before his lips closed over one nipple, suckling hard against it. His fingers still stoked, pinched and twisted the free nipple. He bit down, hard.
            Emmie squealed behind the gag and closed her eyes, her head thrashing.
            "Open your eyes girl!" he commanded.
            Without question she obeyed.
            “Good. You will learn quickly. From this point on, I am your Master and you shall refer to me as such. Is that clear?”
            Emmie nodded.
            He gripped her nipple between his teeth again and pulled back, stretching it out away from her body. When she thought she was lost in the pain, his teeth raked over the hardened sensitive bud as it pulled free of his grasp. She squirmed against her chains, tears trailing down her cheeks. She was helpless as he stepped back. Her nipples throbbed, burned from his attack.
            "Ann, take your place now."
            She watched, trembling as one of the twins crawled toward her and knelt between her parted thighs. Emmie looked down and watched as Ann licked her lips, her fingers parting Emmies outer lips, exposing her even more. She'd never ever considered another woman touching her, especially there. Her mind screamed denial but the words never formed. The gag effectively kept her protests banked.
            Watching Ann, she didn't see Philip grip the wooden handle lying against his chest and pull the leather falls free of his shoulder. The first strike against her breasts caught her off guard and she jumped. Before the second one fell, Ann’s tongue darted between her lips and began licking at her furiously. The leather falls fell across her breasts over and over, the heat on her skin intensifying with each strike, the redness blossoming deeper and deeper.
            Emmie closed her eyes against the double onslaught. Somewhere the pain vanished and became only sensation. She drifted on sensuosity, riding the waves of it as he struck her over and over.  Ann's tongue delved deep inside her, stroking the inner walls of her pussy. Emmie felt a wave build deep inside her, rushing outward. Behind the gag, she whimpered. Her chest thrust forward to meet each blow as it fell. Never in her life would she have expected to hunger for more of the steady burn that engulfed her. But she craved it now, reaching out for more even as her hips thrust forward, silently begging for more of Ann’s attention. Her spirit lifted, climbing higher, soared.
            Gasping behind the gag, she felt her body begin to slide over the edge.
            Philip stepped back.
            Ann rocked back on her heels, licking Emmie’s juices from her lips.
            Philip stepped forward, and reached up to Emmie’s head.
            The gag slid from her mouth. Her body continued to thrum with the need to finish what they had begun.
            LeAnn stood there, a bottle of cold water in her hand. She held it to Emmie’s lips and smiled encouragingly. Emmie drank deeply, letting the water wet the inside of her mouth and bathe her dry throat. LeAnn pulled the bottle back, dabbed at Emmie’s lips with a napkin, and then smoothed a fingertip over her lips, applying lip balm to ease the chapping.
            Philip waved her back. LeAnn returned to her position and knelt.
            Emmie winced as Philip reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back until she could look nowhere but into his deep green eyes.
            "I told you you had purchased a legacy. Now I'll explain. The deal is done, the house is yours. You will live here until you draw your final breath. Each of us has owned this house at one time. It is a house of pleasure."
            He smiled slowly. "Primarily my pleasure, though others will be entertained here as well. And you are the undisputed hostess of the house. You will want for nothing. Everything will be provided, so you will not have to work, nor leave the house other than for specific purposes."
            "You will be unable to speak of the reality of this place. To all who know you, it is your home, and you survive by independent means."
            Emmie licked her lips. "I'll leave. I'll tell someone."
            Philip laughed, a deep reverberating sound that echoed through the house.
            "My dear, you will be physically unable to tell anyone anything. I control you and your actions." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck and ear as he continued. "I will use you, display you, share you as I choose."
            Shock stunned her into silence and immobility when his words flowed over her. Their meaning set off a wave of hunger so intense, she would have melted to the floor had she not been tied.
            Something long, hot and hard probed between her thighs. Emmie gasped, realizing that at some point, his leather pants had been opened, his cock freed. Her eyes shifted downward, trying to see. He released the grip on her hair and allowed her to look.
It jutted out in front of him, thick and long, blue veins rippling beneath the skin.
Involuntarily, Emmie licked her lips.
            She whimpered, looking up at him. "Please," she whispered. "I've never...no one has ever..." She couldn't complete the sentence.
            Philip laughed. "And you will remain a virgin until I chose who will take that from you."
            His cock slid deep into her pussy and stilled, throbbing against her inner walls. She'd always heard there would be pain when her maidenhead was breached, but strangely, she felt none. He drew back and thrust hard upward, lifting her off the floor to the length of her chains.
            "Tis one of the privileges of being the slave to a ghost."
            He reached up with one hand and released her wrists even as the twins crawled forward and released her ankles. Philip caught her as she slid downward against the wall, only his cock holding her up. He carried her, still impaled to the floor. All three of them crawled over her, like ants across a plump piece of fruit. The twins devoured her, one's tongue thrusting into her mouth as the other laved her nipples, pinching and twisting until the pain radiated through her like wildfire through dry tinder.
            Sensation onslaught overloaded her senses as Philip pounded into her, LeAnn sucked her tongue, and Ann bit and sucked her nipples. She couldn't struggle. Restraints she couldn't see held her as effectively as those on the wall behind her.
            Philip was on his knees now, sitting back on his ankles and pulling her forward against his cock. His fingers tweaked the taut bud at the apex of her slit, teasing and torturing it until Emmie finally screamed in surrender.
            "Beg for it slut. I want to hear you beg me for release. I can hold you on the edge indefinitely, and I will."
            "Please," Emmie sobbed her body thrashing against the invisible restraints.
            With effective precision, Philip thrust into her hard, deep, burrowing in like a tick beneath her skin. "Please what slut?  Please who? Say it!" he commanded. "Say it!"
            Emmie screamed, so close, hovering on the edge of oblivion. "Please Master Philip, please let me cum!"
            “For who?”
            “For you Master, only you!”
            Suddenly, dams released, and the wave of surrender rolled over Emmie, carrying her along in tumbling sensation. Her body arched, eyes closed, blood hummed in her veins as she drifted then soared.

            She heard birds singing outside her window. Sunlight brushed across the wooden floor of the attic. Emmie stretched, luxuriating in the warmth from the sun as it caressed her naked skin.
            She bolted upright, her memory crystal clear.  Trembling, she looked down at the red welts across her breasts, watched as her nipples hardened once more at the memory.
            "My god," she whispered. "It wasn't a dream."

            A whisper, soft as moon beams drifted on the morning air. "Not a dream sweet slut, but a legacy." Soft laughter, deep and gentle reverberated in the stillness. "And today begins eternity."

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

A Sense of Touch

So, I'm working on being more consistent with my posts. At least til I run out of stories. I hope you enjoy this one.

A Sense of Touch

He'd told her to make the arrangements, send him the information and directions.
            She'd requested permission to establish the circumstances around the initial first meeting and he'd granted it. 
            A soft chuckle slipped past her lips to mingle with the muted roar of the river as she crossed the bridge, walking leisurely toward the restaurant. Clouds swallowed up the late afternoon sun, and the distant low rumble of thunder heralded the approaching storm. Already campers and tourists were scurrying for cover, but for those few die hard trout fishermen still waded the river in an attempt to capture that prize lunker hovering just below the rim of deep water.  She glanced in the direction of the river, running high from rains in the north, the run-off traveling the subsurface aqueduct from Alaska, down through Colorado and into the Midwest. The spring-fed river would rise still more before the northern storms passed. 
            Glancing at her watch as she stepped inside the door of the restaurant, she knew it would be a few minutes before he arrived. Nodding briefly to the hostess, she headed toward the end booth, settled, and slid all the way to the window. She'd been here many times for business breakfasts and immediately thought of this booth when she began her preparations for tonight. This particular booth looked out over the highway, the river beyond, and the shelf-rock ledges that formed a natural backdrop for the rushing water.  She exchanged brief pleasantries with the waitress when the girl set coffee and ice water in front of her, then clutched her mug. A light shiver made her hands shake.
            He was close. Very close.
            The sense of touch she'd seldom felt before was domination in itself.  For perhaps the first time in her life, she could understand the sensation that erupted within her when she entered the room and felt his presence. Each connection she made to him heightened her senses, sensitized them until she wanted to weep.
            The soft jingle of the bell above the door announced the arrival of another customer. She needn't look to know who that customer was. Looking up in acknowledgment, she gasped softly, then covered it by sipping at her coffee, smiling as the waitress set menus and his ice tea on the table before he could slide into the booth next to her. The impact on her senses nearly sent her spiraling...his presence in reality, his physical nearness. She shook her head softly; marveling at the effect one man could have on her.
            "Get a grip," she mumbled under her breath.
            He smirked lightly, looking from the tea to her.
            "Ice tea, lemon, no sugar," she murmured. Then, “Hello Sir. Welcome to the park”
            "Thank you, Littleone. It's beautiful here." He smiled. "Very good choice."
            She swallowed hard as the soft dark timbre of his voice caressed her. She'd sensed an unleashed power when they chatted...now it reached out to stroke her sensitivities like a spring breeze across naked skin.
            Suddenly she felt incredibly shy. Her voice softened in response.  "I knew it would suit you Sir. It's why I asked that you park at the cabin and walk here. So you might enjoy the full effect."
            Fingertips traced a whispery path down her cheek.  "And so that we might enjoy the walk back together."
A smile hinted at her lips." You've very perceptive Sir."
            He chuckled softly as he reached for his glass. As he sipped slowly, his hand slipped beneath the table to settle on her leg just above her knee. A slight squeeze turned to a deliciously slow caress, his fingers stroking lightly as they inched higher, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt.
            "Soft," he murmured, his fingers moving higher still.
            With incredible calm, she lifted her coffee cup to her lips and sipped slowly, thankful for both his size and the table, blocking her from the other customers and the waitress when she returned to take their order.  He continued the delicious torture while ordering their meal. Tiny sparks ignited beneath his touch, but the fire building deep inside captured her attention and forced her self-control. Her gaze darted sideways to find him grinning softly, his piercing gray eyes sparkling with what could only be described as mischief.  Tongue darting across her lips nervously, she set her mug down and peeked over at him, struggling to keep her breathing slow and even.
            His grin deepened, apparently sensing her inner turmoil. "It's only the beginning little one."  He leaned forward, brushing his lips across her cheek before whispering huskily, "Tonight you'll soar." Soft as the kiss of butterfly wings, his tongue flicked across her ear before he returned to his drink, watching the emotion in her eyes.  She'd always been told her eyes hid nothing. If that were the case, he watched a swirl of sparkle and shadow for his touch filled her with a mixture of sweet anticipation and nervous tension.
            They talked easily through the meal, chatting as casually as if they met often.  He questioned her about the park, listening with honest interest to her answers. This was a topic she warmed to easily for she loved the natural setting of the State Park.  Nestled in a deep holler at the edge of the Ozarks, the stocked river drew trout fisherman from all over the country. The state fish hatchery that provided the catch in the river was a constant source of tourist traffic to support the nearby small towns. The large spring, the second largest in the state, awed all that stood at the opening and gazed into the crystal depths.
            When they'd finished, she stood near the door while he paid the bill, and slipped out ahead of him when he opened the door. Once outside, his hand came up to rest on the back of her neck, his fingers draped down over her shoulder. The fifteen inch difference in their height made little else comfortable, and this enabled him to guide her where he chose as they headed across the bridge and into the park. The cabin she'd selected stood near the back of the park, well away from road traffic but still within the sound of the river.
            As they walked, he seemed to miss nothing, pausing to question her about one thing and another along the way. Fishing in the park ended at six o'clock and it was nearing seven. The crowd had nearly dispersed, leaving only a few nature lovers to roam the river bank and stroll the length of the park enjoying its beauty at dusk.
            Half way to the cabin, his fingers tightened lightly, guiding her off the road toward a semi-secluded picnic table nestled in the trees.  Few passers by would even notice their presence unless they left the roadway and moved toward them. He stopped her at the end of the table and she started to turn around to face him.  His hand on her shoulder stayed her movement. Looking up at him over her shoulder, she watched a slow smile curve his lips, his gaze shifting from her...to the table and back to her.  One brow raised in question, as if asking her if she understood what he wanted.
            She repeated his own actions, looking from him to the table and back to him, knowing exactly what he expected. Her gaze dropped to his hand at his side, huge hands at the end of strong muscled arms. He didn't employ corporal punishment and she hadn't done anything to warrant punishment...she didn't think. Darting a quick look toward the roadway, she leaned forward over the end of the table, her fingers gripping the rough edges.  She felt his palm caress her ass lightly, her body responding even before the first smack burned across her left cheek. The rush swept through her, wetness forming in the secret place between her thighs that tonight would belong only to him.
            A low moan escaped her lips as a second sharp smack rent the air, searing her right cheek. Then his palm was caressing her once more, soothing the pain, intensifying the fire blossoming in the pit of her stomach. His hand moved once more to her shoulder, pulling upright and turning her to face him.
            His smile sparkled in his eyes, his voice low and sexy. "You're very sensitive and open, little one." A single fingertip traced a path down her cheek and along the side of her throat.  "You respond freely and innocently." Chuckling softly, he leaned down, his lips brushing hers as he murmured, “and hungry for more."
            In a single sweeping motion, his hands encircled her waist and lifted her onto the end of the table, insinuating himself between her thighs, his palms cupping her face.  Raising her gaze to meet his, she watched as his head came down, his lips claiming hers in a deep, searching kiss that shattered her soul and stole away the last vestiges of her self control. In that single moment, she surrendered to his will, the transition to his dominance complete.
            She knew he caught and captured her submission when his hands slid slowly down her bare arms to catch her hands between his. A soft moan broke her lips as he pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes. Shifting both her hands into one of his, he reached into his back pocket and produced a length of black silk rope.
            "Will you walk the rest of the way to the cabin, hands bound before you, for all to see?"
            Even as the words willing left her lips, she thought of her friends herein the small Missouri community. Most numbered among the lawyers, doctors, and law enforcement officials, nearly all staunch church members. Fewer among even her closest friends knew who and what she was, a submissive searching for a master. 
            "Yes Sir," she whispered without reservation.
            He smiled then, and tied the cord around one wrist.  She waited for him to bind her other hand to the first, but he coiled the remainder of the rope and laid it in her palm, closing her fingers around it.  Questions tumbled about in her mind as she raised her gaze to his.
"Learn the feel of the rope against your skin, little one. And walk proudly beside me." He reached out and caressed her cheek, adding softly, "Your submission pleases me."
            His hand moved once more to her neck and they continued on to the cabin, falling once more into casual discussion about the park as she pointed out different things to him.
            Despite her surrender, when she stepped through the door to the cabin, something changed in her.  In public, her submissiveness seemed almost a delicious daring secret.  To everyone around her, she was the confident competent woman they'd come to know and care about. Behind the closed door, in the presence of this firm but gentle man, she came to full potential; she came into her own sense of self.  No secrets, nothing to hide from the 'nilla world.  In here, she could slip free of societal restraint and enjoy the freedom of sensual bondage and complete submission.
            The door closed with a soft click, the lock snicking into place.  He turned to face her, studying her a moment before setting the bag he'd retrieved from his truck on the table in the middle of the room.  A quick scan of the room, his gaze lingering briefly on the bed and the thick soft furs spread out across the top. A deep chuckle slipped past his lips as he made three easy steps to stand before her.
            "You're idea?" he asked, indicating the furs.
            "Yes Sir," she answered, grinning impishly.
"Very creative, little one. I like that."
            His words were a verbal caress against her senses. She craved approval, a gentle touch, be it physical or emotional. But most of all, his approval indicated his pleasure with her.
            Somewhere during the last hour or so, her rioting emotions fell into some semblance of calm. She'd known when they first chatted online that a first meeting with him would take her full concentration. Seldom had she sensed a link to someone so strongly, and even less seldom had she erred in her judgment based on that mystic touch.  But she had been out of step in the past, at least once. Silently she prayed to whatever gods were listening that she wasn't wrong this time. In her heart, she believed she had sensed correctly. She wouldn't allow doubt to interfere with the impressions she continued to receive.
            Her breath caught in her throat as he reached out and slipped the buttons on her shirt, one by one, his fingers brushing her skin. As he undressed her, piece by piece, he spoke to her, his voice low, as intoxicating as his presence within her space. Shifting her perspective, she watched his aura ripple, the colors shifting with his emotions and words.
            "You have fears, I know."
            Her shirt fell to the floor behind her, his fingers sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders before reaching behind her to unfasten the hooks. It followed her shirt, her breasts bared to his gaze...his touch, her nipples puckered into hard nubs aching to be touched.
            "Mmmmm...nice," he murmured as his fingers pinched her nipples, sending rippling fire spinning through her. "No fears, little one.  Let go."
            Dropping to one knee, he unfastened her skirt and slid it slowly over her hips and down her legs to puddle around her feet.  She stepped away from it and moved it into the pile with her shirt and bra. <BR>
            He raised his head then, his lips closing around one pleading nipple, his teeth grazing it before sucking it deep into his warm moist mouth.  Then, releasing it, he looked up at her, his voice barely a whisper, caressing her senses with a lover's touch.
            As his hands gripped her ass and pulled her toward him, something tripped inside her.  A soft moan slipped past her lips as her palms came to rest lightly on his shoulders to steady herself. The thong undies she wore did little to slow his assault on her pussy, her wetness soaking the thin bead of material between her legs. When his fingers slid sensuously along her slit, just inside her lips, her knees threatened to buckle.
            But when her body tensed, as if in unconscious defense, he pulled away and stood up.
            "No.  Don't tense up...flow with the feelings little one.  Let your body sing."
            Tears filled her eyes and she blinked quickly to erase them.
            "God," she pleaded silently. "Don't let me disappoint him."
            Standing, he stepped back.
            "Give me your hands."
            Obediently, she held her hands out to him, watching silently as he finished tying them together, leaving nearly a six inch space in the rope between her wrists. He ran his fingers lightly across his knots, chuckling.
            His soft laughter released something inside her and she found herself grinning at him.  "Proud of your workmanship, aye Sir?"
            He tweaked her nipple playfully. "Of course.  Eagle Scout...merit badge...remember?"
            Her grin deepened. "I remember Sir. As I recall, I wanted proof of that."
            Holding her wrists up, he grinned wickedly. "Behold the proof, little one."
            Looping his fingers through the length of rope between her hands, he led her over to the bed and sat down, pulling her between his thighs.
            "Tell me what you've brought us," he commanded gently as his fingers began to lightly stroke her hips, her thighs, her belly.
            The delectable flush spreading through her made speech nearly impossible.  "Sodas, Sir. Ice in the freezer, a bottle of wine open and breathing on the counter, crackers, cheese, and fruit should you get the nibbles Sir."
            That wicked grin slipped into place once more. "I have all I want to nibble on right here."  As if to reinforce that, he leaned down and nipped at her nipple.
            A soft gasp of pure pleasure escaped her lips, her thoughts losing track of what they had been discussing. He shifted to the other nipple, biting a bit harder, holding it between his teeth, watching her reaction.
            Moaning softly, she allowed her eyes to flutter closed with the pleasure.
            In a voice soft and low, he commanded her. "Open you eyes. I want to see my desire mirrored there."
            Slowly her eyes opened, meeting his gaze. "Yes Sir," she whispered softly.
            His teeth tightened, pulling back, sending pin prickling sensation into the tip of her nipple. Whimpering at the pain, she felt herself pulling in the opposite direction, encouraging the pleasure he invoked. She felt his teeth rake across the sensitive bud as her nipple slipped from between his teeth. Her fingers clenched before her in response.
            Tongue replaced teeth as he gently caressed the aching nipple before looking up at her.
            "That's my girl. Let your body feel...lose yourself in the sensations."
            Guiding her into a backstep, he stood and led her over to the table.  Pulling out a chair, he settled into it and looked up at her.  "I want you to unpack the bag, little one, and lay out our toys."
            Nodding, she opened the bag and started to reach inside. His hand reached out and stopped her.
"You wait for me to finish, little one."
            She dropped her gaze, sensing his disappointment. "Yes Sir," she whispered brokenly.
            "Look at me, please."
            Immediately she raised her gaze to meet his.
            "You're innocent in so many ways. I intend to see you surrender some of that innocence tonight. But you'll do so with my guidance. Remember who is in control.”
            "I remember Sir."
            He smiled then, and her heart melted.  Suddenly she knew she'd do anything for that smile of approval turned in her direction.
            "Each item you remove from the bag, you'll study, then caress." A soft grin lit his face, a spark of mischief sparkling again in his eyes. "Some, I might demonstrate for you."
            She blinked, her thighs clenching as moisture rushed into her pussy once more.  She'd be dripping soon at this rate!>
            As if he read her thoughts, his fingers darted between her legs to stroke her lightly.  Pulling back he chuckled softly:  "Almost...."
             Warmth blossomed across her cheeks.
            He smiled. "That is part of the innocence I don't want you to lose, little one. It's most becoming." He nodded to the bag.  "Let's see what you find in my treasure chest first."
            She turned eagerly back to his bag, and started to reach inside.  Suddenly she paused and looked back at him. Her eyes must have reflected the sudden realization that danced through her thoughts.
"What is it, little one?"
            She blinked again, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him, a sense of wonder filling her. I'm having fun, Sir."
            His warm rich laughter echoed through the small cabin. Pulling her onto his lap, he held her close, stroking her hair. "It's supposed to be fun.  And sensuous, and exciting, relaxed and shared. I'm honored because you're allowing me to share some of the firsts in you submission...a submission tonight is gifted to m.  And I don't accept that surrender lightly.  You make me feel very special that you chose me to guide you deeper into your true self."
            Tears shimmered on her lashes. "I'm honored that you allow me the opportunity to please you, and I'm proud to be guided by you Sir. Knowing my fears...my self-doubts, you've shown such patience. I pray I don't disappoint you."
            His voice softened. "Little one, you won't disappoint me. You should know that in here." A single fingertip touched her chest over her heart. You are the one who felt the touch that brought us here. Doesn't that tell you something?"
            She smiled in understanding and responded with equal softness. "I'm s'posed to be here...with you--tonight. It's right."
            "Good girl." He pulled the bag over to the end of the table. "Now, unpack please.”
            "Yes Sir!"
            Diving into the bag once more, her fingers curled around a thin chain. She knew what it was before it slipped into view. 
            Nipple clamps. 
            She swallowed hard, then untangled the chain, her movements restricted slightly because of her restraints. The delicate silver chain slid through her fingers. Gripping a clamp in each hand, she studied them with growing interest.  She'd heard about them, had seen them in packages in the store, but never held a pair, never felt the pressure clamp down around the sensitive buds.
            As she examined the first toy, his fingers slipped up to pinch and taunt her nipples.  "Put them on, little one," he commanded softly. His hands continued to caress her breasts and nipples.
            Tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously, she attached first one clamp, then the other, the chain swinging gently between her breasts.  She moaned low at the alien sensations. Sharp distinct pain throbbed in each nipple as his fingers tangled in the chain, pulling gently.
            She arched into the pull, crying out softly. "Ahhhh...Sir!”
            He released the chain, his hand slipping between her thighs, his fingers stroking her pussy, wet and throbbing now. "Continue unpacking."
            Her fingers trembled now as she reached into the bag with both hands, her fingers brushing across soft leather. A slight grin of anticipation danced across her lips as she withdrew a multi-strand flogger of soft deerskin. Curling her fingers around the leathers, she pulled them gently across the palm of her hand before burying her face in the deerskin, inhaling the leathery scent.
            "Mmmmm..."  Lowering it, she allowed it to trail lightly across her bare leg, shivering delightfully at the soft caress, knowing that she would experience a much different sensation when the flogger was in his hand.
"Hmmmm. Like that do you?"
            Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth nervously. "Don't know Sir." Her grinned deepened. "But, I look forward to finding out!"
            He chuckled. "I'll bet you do."
            His fingers suddenly delved inside her, stoking deep and slow.  She responded with a soft gasp, then a low moan as a wave of pleasure crested on the edge of her reality.  Her nipples throbbed in time to the rapid pounding of her heart. Struggling against the impact of sensation, she turned her gaze on him, allowing him to see the desire she knew burned in her blue eyes. Her hands clenched around the handle of the flogger even as the walls of her pussy gripped at his fingers.
            His free hand reached to the chain between the nipple clamps, one finger running lightly across it, not pulling, but stressing the clamps clipped to her throbbing nipples.  Deeper and faster, two fingers now becoming three as he pounded into her, his thumb gently rubbing her clit.
"Flow with it little one. Feel it. Tell me what you feel."  His voice caressed her, the soft-spoken command undeniable.
            "Alive!" she moaned softly.  "God, I'm on fire...everywhere!"
            He pulled lightly on the chain as his thumb teased her clit with increased pressure.  "What else?"
            "Ahhhh..." Her body arched involuntarily into his touch. "I want..." Even at this new level of pleasure, training ingrained stopped her.   "For you..." she nearly sobbed, fighting to hold back the explosion building within.
            The pain erupted in her nipples as he pulled harder, turning to excruciating pleasure, thrumming through her body.  She cried out, sharply." Let me cummmm...for you...please..oh god, Sir....please!"
            He hesitated. Somewhere on the edge of her thoughts she feared he was going to deny her release, as was his right. She knew to do so would only sweeten the experience when he did allow her to cum. Her concentration was slipping, her control on the edge of failure when a single word insinuated itself into her mind.
            Her body tensed, the heat surging through her ahead of the wave shifting to liquid fire as the cresting wave exploded around his fingers, bathing him with her sweet hot juices.  Her hips bucked wildly against his hand, his fingers still pounding into her.  He'd let go the chain, but her nipples continued to throb, the blood-engorged buds increasing the pressure of the clamps.
            "Oh, god...Sirrrrrr!" she sobbed uncontrollably. Never had she felt such sweet surrender unleashed within her own body. Her eyes closed, her senses swirling amidst a soft haze of color. "Mmmmmmm....hissssss." Breath drawn between clenched teeth mingled with low moans of sheer pleasure.
            His arm was around her now, supporting her trembling body, his fingers now stroking slowly within her, drawing forth the last vestiges of her release. Words soft and low murmured against her ear brought her slowly down to earth. Her heart still hammered against her ribs, her nipples still throbbing uncontrollably. With deft fingers, he reached up and released the clips from each nipple. She bit her lip hard against the needle sharp pain as blood flowed back into the deprived skin. From beneath lowered lashes, she watched as he bent down and gently suckled first one nipple then the other, soothing the burning sensations.
            She sagged lightly against him, meeting his gaze, his eyes soft and warm, his smile a treasured balm to her senses. "Thank you Sir," she murmured in a hushed voice.
            He kissed her tenderly, his lips caressing hers. "Welcome little one. Feel better?"
            The soft laugh that erupted from her lips surprised her. "Oh yes Sir!"
            "Good," he smiled. "Now, the real fun begins!"