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.

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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.
            "Hold!"
            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."

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