0 comments/ 60445 views/ 19 favorites Master of My Soul Ch. 01 By: sweetwanting I hated working late. It seemed I always got stuck with the grunt work, just because my boss knew I was single, and unattached at the moment, he had no problem sticking me with the reports and typing that had to be 'done by morning', in his words. He'd then go off to have a nice dinner with his family, while I sat at my desk for hours. Finally, the bulk of it was done. I sent memos to two others that had to finish reports, and sighed as I stretched my tired back. I needed to get to the gym this weekend, it was the only thing that worked the kinks out. I turned off my computer and picked up my stuff, more than ready to leave. As usual, mine was one of the few cars left in the parking garage. I stepped out into the dimly lit aisle, my keys in hand. I looked around, but of course the place was deserted. No one else but me was dumb enough to stay this late. I smiled to myself as I neared my car, the lights blinking as I pressed the button, unlocking the door. Soon I would be home, soaking tired bones in a nice hot tub. I threw my coat and bag in the car, and leaned back again to stretch my back, closing my eyes for a moment at how good it felt. I was totally unprepared for what happened. Two men rushed around my car, grabbing me and lifting me from my feet. I opened my mouth to scream, and a knife was held to my throat. "Now, now, sweetie," a rough voice said. "We need to be quiet." I choked back my cry, and his hand grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open wide as the other held me. A round ball was pushed into my mouth, then strapped around my head. I moaned as a hood was placed over my head, blocking out my vision. The man holding me from behind had my arms pinned, and I was pulled to a waiting vehicle. They pushed me inside, and a moment later I felt movement as it was driven out of the garage. The man holding my arms had me almost sitting on his lap, I figured it had to be some sort of van we were in. He held me close, and the other began opening my blouse. I squirmed the best I could, but they were strong, and soon I felt his hands behind me as my bra was unhooked. I tried making noise, and felt the chill of the blade touch me. "Be still,' the voice said again. "I only give one warning." Tears fell down my face as my blouse and bra were removed, then something was placed on each wrist. My hands were then tied out to the sides of the van and I knelt, naked to the waist. They then cut off my skirt, and I shivered in my stockings and panties, hoping they would let me live when they were done with me. A hand cupped my breast, and I heard it slapped away. "He wants her untouched, you fool," one of them said. "We were told to strip her and bring her to him, no playing around." "Oh, how's he going to know if we fondle her a bit," the other asked. I could hear the sulky tone as he went on. "It's not like she'll tell him." "Well I'm not taking chances," he was answered. "We got paid well enough for this, if you want to risk it, it's your game." My left nipple was pinched lightly, then I was left alone, on my knees, swaying with the movement of the van. They drove for what seemed to be hours, then I felt the tires going over a dirt road. The bumping had me moaning as I was tossed around, the only thing keeping me upright was the ties holding me. After a few minutes the van stopped, and I heard doors opening. The cold air made me shiver as my wrists were unfastened, then tied behind me. I was lifted out and placed on the ground as one of them led me. We went down a flight of stairs slowly, one leading, the other behind me, both taking care that I did not fall or trip. Another door opened at the bottom, and I thankfully felt warm air. We crossed the room, then they untied my hands, only to fasten them in front of me and raise them to a hook overhead. I was on my toes, trying to keep the weight of my body off the ties, but a moment later I felt something placed around each ankle. My shoes were removed, and my legs pulled wide, then fastened. I hung before them, spread wide and whimpering. "OK, we're done," one said. "Let's get out of here." I heard their footsteps recede, and the door close behind them. My mind raced, why had they brought me here, only to leave me? I tried to move, but the ties they had used held me tight. The strain on my legs hurt, along with my bound wrists, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even yell, with the ball in my mouth. Then I heard the door open again. It closed, and I heard locks being shut, then footsteps coming close. A hand caressed my face over the hood, then down my neck. Each breast was caressed, teasing the nipples as I moaned, then travelled down. I struggled as it reached my panties, but was helpless to stop him. He came close. leaning into me as his fingers ran under the elastic. I felt his body heat, and knew he was a big man. "You're magnificent, just as I knew you would be," a very deep voice said. "Tonight, I will have you. I've dreamed of this." His voice was like a caress, washing over me as I tried in vain to struggle. My efforts got a small laugh as his hands touched me. "Stop wasting energy," he said into my ear. "You're not going anywhere." My body went limp. He was right. The way I was tied, there was no hope of escape or movement. I was completely at his mercy. I felt something cold, and a moment later, my panties were cut away. The only thing I wore now were my stockings, the lace holding them around my thighs. His fingers circled them, as if he was deciding about removing them too. "I think I'll leave these," he finally said. "I like the black lace." I moaned as his finger slid between the lips. So gently he rubbed, bringing my clit to life. His mouth came down, and my right nipple was in his mouth. My head fell back as he touched me, pure pleasure running through my body. His finger rubbed slowly, circling, as he sucked, getting harder and harder until it felt like he was almost biting the nipple. I moaned again, my body limp with the pain of it, even though it sent shivers directly to where his finger rubbed. I hung limp, unable to move, as he brought me to the brink of release, then he stopped. I was breathing hard, a whisper away from orgasm. "Very nice," he said. His heat left me and I whimpered. He came to stand behind me, and again his hand touched. A finger slid into me, feeling the wetness as he leaned into me from behind. He stroked a few times, the pulled out and slid the finger slowly into my ass. My legs strained, trying to close as I was stroked there. The pain it caused at first made me whimper again, but soon it became pleasurable, and as he stroked slowly, his other hand reached up to roll my nipple. "You'll be taught tonight," he whispered in my ear. "Pain will become pleasure for you. I will take you to heights you've only dreamed of, and have you begging me to take you." My body jerked. Begging? I don't think so. Again, I wriggled, straining against the bonds as his fingers worked on me. I would never beg. "Be still," he commanded, but I was incensed at his arrogance and kept moving. "As you wish," he said, pulling away. A minute later, I was screaming as a strap hit my ass, the sting of it making me jerk hard. Again it bit into me, and again I screamed. "Since this is your first infraction, you will only get five lashes. Further ones will get ten. Do you understand?" The strap hit again. I sobbed into the gag, nodding, the fourth stroke hitting my back. I was on fire from the pain, waiting for the last stroke. He let me wait, standing quietly as I cried, making me almost relax before bringing it down across my surely reddened ass. I heard the strap drop to the floor, and his hands rubbed the sore flesh. "I don't wish to punish you, lovely, but if you misbehave, I will. Understood?" I nodded frantically. "Good girl. Now be still." His finger slid into my ass as I hung. The other hand reached around and began rubbing my clit again as he held me close. My head fell back, resting on his shoulder as I took his touch. I felt his lips gently touch my neck, lightly kissing me as he touched and rubbed, bringing me to the edge again. When he felt me close, he stopped. I moaned in frustration as he moved away. His footsteps went away from me, but he returned quickly, standing in front of me. His hand grasped my right breast and began kneading it hard as his mouth began sucking the nipple. Harder and harder he sucked, then pulled back, taking the nipple in his fingers and pulling it out. I yelped as something clipped the flesh, but he went right for my left breast, giving it the same treatment. "These are called butterfly clamps," he said softly. "Have you ever had your nipples clamped?" I shook my head. "There's a little screw here," he went on, flicking them lightly. "They tighten or loosen the clamp." I moaned as he turned them slowly, tightening both until my head fell back with the pain, never stopping until I was moaning steadily. My nipples were on fire from them, and he took each breast and squeezed hard, making the nipple protrude more before tightening the clamp once again. The pain was unbearable as his tongue licked each one softly. I felt the wetness growing inside me as his finger slid into me. Then he went behind me, and I felt him. His cock slid easily into me, filling me completely. His hands held my hips as he stroked slowly. I moaned, my head falling back, finding his shoulder. "Yes, sweetness," his deep voice said. "That's a good girl, take me. You're so wet, you want this, don't you?" I moaned, unable to do anything more. He stroked slowly, pulling almost fully out of me before sliding back. His cock was so thick, I thought I had never known one so big. He held me close, then his hand reached around me and began rubbing my clit again. "How close are you?" he asked. "do you want to cum for me?" I nodded, my body on the edge of release. "We'll cum together soon," he crooned, then pulled out of me and pressed slowly into my ass. I screamed against the gag. His cock stretched me, I could feel his balls on my skin as he rubbed my clit, keeping himself still inside me. I tried to squirm, but quickly remembered the strap and went still, getting a deep laugh from him. "Yes, yes, you don't want punishment, do you sweetness?" I shook my head. His fingers still rubbed my clit, and I felt the growing knot in my belly despite the pain. My muscles relaxed around him, and soon I was close again, all I wanted now was to cum, to let it go. He seemed to feel it, and stopped rubbing me, his hands gripping my waist as he slowly pulled back, then slid home. I sobbed. The pain was intense, my budding orgasm dying as pain overwhelmed me. He pulled me to him as he began, slow deep strokes at first, but soon he was driving deeper, and faster. I was pulled back to meet him as he fucked my ass, the pain now receding, my body responding. He leaned into me, his hands now turning the screws on the clamps, tightening them more until I again let my head fall back. "That's what I want, sweetness," he said. "Give me your soul." I moaned softly, and his hands reached up, taking the hood off, pulling the gag from my mouth. I could not see him, since he was behind me, still stroking, pulling me back to him as one hand reached around to begin on my clit again. I found myself wanting his cock, his one arm around my waist holding me close as he thrust deep. My body began it's climb, and soon I cried out as a violent orgasm tore through me. He fucked me while I came, his fingers never stopping their maddening circles, his strong arm around my waist so he could thrust deep. I was pumping back on him, writhing in it, as wave after wave crashed over me, taking me higher than I had ever gone before. I cried out again, the strong pulsing tightening me on his driving cock, until his hands grabbed my thighs and he began ramming into me. I never stopped as I took him, his cock like a hammer, driving so deep, so hard. Then he moaned, and grinding into me, making me scream, he filled me with hot cum. I felt it shoot into me, hot spurts of him, filling me. He pulled me back hard, driving himself deeper as he released into me. His hands reached up and the clamps came off, making me cry out as the blood flowed into my nipples, his hands pressing them to ease the pain. Then he leaned into me. "My God, sweetness," the deep voice whispered. "You pulled everything from me." He stood behind me, holding me close, then I moaned as his cock slid out of me. He reached down and got the hood, placing it over my head, this time without the gag, then untied my legs. My toes touched the ground, and I raised myself, glad to get some of the strain off my aching wrists. He lifted me so I could get them free, then carried me, bringing me to a soft bed. I heard a chain, and my ankle was fastened to something, then I heard a click. "You're locked now," he said. "There is no way for you to escape. I want to lay with you, as free as possible. Do you promise to behave?" Not wanting more of the strap, I agreed. He lay beside me, pulling me into his arms, then his mouth found my nipple and he suckled. I sighed as he sucked, my bound wrists coming up and over his head. I lay quietly, drained, as he sucked harder, so hard I went limp with it, and found myself wanting more. His head lifted from my breast, and he spread my legs, getting between. Amazingly, he was hard again, and his hands pulled my legs up and over his arms. He slid into me, my pussy soaked with my juices, and stroked a few times before pulling out and taking my ass again. I rose up at the pain, but soon I was taking it, taking him as he slowly fucked me. My hands reached up, and touching his arms I felt the strong muscles that held me. The hood had lifted a bit from his thrusting, and he leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue taking possession of mine as surely as his body had. I pulled him to me as he stroked into me slowly. "I want this one to last," he said, and again I was taken with the deep voice. My back arched, and his mouth took a nipple to suck hard. All I could do was moan for him as he took me. His hard cock drove deep again and again as his sucking made me go limp. Then he stopped, and pulling away, turned me on my belly. His hands pulled me to my knees as he drove into me again, making me scream. "Yes, sweetness, feel me stretch you. It feels good now, doesn't it?" "Yes!" I gasped as his cock drove deeper into my ass. His arm went around me, securing me to him as he fucked me, deep hard strokes that made me whimper, the pain turning to pleasure. "Cum for me," he said, and as soon as the words were out, I began shaking for him, pushing back to meet his strokes, crying out with the force of it. I came hard, and as it wound down, he pulled back, taking me with him until he was sitting with me impaled on his cock. I ground down, taking it deeper as his fingers rolled and pinched my nipples, making me squirm on him. One hand circled my waist then, the other finding my clit, and I willingly began to ride him. I moved myself up and down, circling my hips on him as he held me close. I was moaning with the combined pain and pleasure, the thick cock stretching my ass, the gentle fingers rubbing my clit. I realized the hood had fallen off at some point, then smiled at his gasp as I tightened around him. I pulled away quickly, taking him by surprise, and turned to face him. He was magnificent. As I surmised, he was a big man, his arms and chest heavily muscled, and I knew him. It was Mark, the trainer from the gym I went to every Friday. I scurried back, this time on my knees straddling him, and reached down to place his cock at the entrance to my ass. He looked deep into my eyes as I slid down, taking him again slowly, then growled as he pulled me close. I leaned back, making his cock go even deeper, then began to ride him. His arm supported me, letting me arch back as I pumped up and down, his other hand reaching down to rub. I held my hands out to him, and he pulled the ties off, freeing my hands to grasp and hold his arms. "Fuck me, sweetness," he said softly, watching my body. I rode up and down, his cock going so deep it felt like it was in my belly as his fingers rubbed my clit, bringing me close. I held onto his arms, my back arched hard, my breasts thrust up so he could suck. "Yes, yes," he crooned to me. "Take it all. Ride it hard, please me." His voice sent me over the edge. I bucked on him. grinding myself down as I pulsed with release, screaming with the force of it. He held me, driving up into me, then again I felt heat fill me. My eyes widened as he shot load after load of hot cum up into me, his body shaking as he squeezed me to him. At last it ended. I knelt, straddling him, as he sat holding me close, my head again on his broad shoulder. I was drained, a limp rag in his arms. When he had recovered, he lay me back and came over me, his head resting on my belly. I reached down and held his head to me as we drifted to sleep. I woke slowly. Looking around the room, I saw I was alone, but still tethered to the bed by the chain locked around my ankle. Sitting up, I saw I was in some sort of basement room, and shuddered as I saw tables and devices across the room. I turned as I heard a lock thrown and saw him. "Finally awake?" he asked. His voice seemed to rumble from deep in his chest, all I could do was nod at the question. He carried a container of juice and a bag, and came to sit next to me on the bed. "Will you let me go?" I asked quietly. "Soon enough," he said, handing me the bag. I opened it and found two glasses and muffins of some sort. "You have to eat," he told me, taking the glasses and filling them. "If you need, there's a bathroom behind that door, and plenty of chain for you to use it." I bit into a muffin, and watched as he put a couple of drops of something in the glass of juice and handed it to me. "What is that?" I asked. My hands shook as I took it from him. "Nothing that will hurt you, sweetness," he told me. His eyes held mine, it was almost like a hypnotic stare, never blinking and very intense. "Just something to help you relax for a bit." I sipped the juice, not tasting anything, and was about to give it back, but his hand tipped the glass and I was made to drink it all. He then took the empty from me and pulled back the covers. "Go use the bathroom," he said. "You'll feel woozy in a few minutes." I scurried up, now scared that he had given me some sort of poison, in truth, I really had to go, and closed the door. There was no lock, but he gave me privacy to relieve myself and wash up the best I could. Sure enough, after a few minutes, I began to feel almost dizzy, and made my way back to the bed where he waited. He watched me for a bit, then leaned over to unlock the chain around my ankle. I had a brief thought of running, but my body lay limp. He picked me up and brought me to one of the tables on the other side of the room. Laying me on it, he then gently lifted my arms to the sides and placed wide leather straps around each wrist. The table was the same as in my doctor's office, stirrups were there for my feet, and more straps went around my ankles and thighs, holding my legs up and spread wide. His eyes held mine as he slowly spread them wider, my relaxed body giving no resistance until I felt the pull of muscles in my groin. His hand slowly rubbed my belly, almost soothing me, and I closed my eyes. "That's my girl," he said softly. "Just go with it." I opened my eyes sleepily to watch him. Reaching up, I saw him pull something down, showing it to me. "These are like the ones you wore for me last night," he told me as he began pulling at my right nipple. "Butterfly clamps for your lovely nipples." Master of My Soul Ch. 01 I whimpered a little, remembering the pain of them, but still watched as his big hand rolled my nipple, then clamped it. My back arched up a little at it's bite. but he went to the other, doing the same. I noticed each clamp was attached to a chain hooked to the ceiling, but had no will to remark at this. He snapped his fingers, and my eyes met his. He held my gaze as he slowly tightened the clamps, never taking his eyes from mine. My body tightened, I cried out and arched up as he went on until I cried from the pain. "Why?" I asked. "Because you want this as much as I do," was the answer. "Watch me," he commanded, and I did. The chains were slowly tightened as I watched, pulling my breasts up by the nipples until my back was arching hard and I began to cry again. I realized I had no will to move, whatever he had put in my juice made me limp and compliant. A wide strap went over my belly and was pulled tight, bringing my back down and stretching my breasts harder. I cried out at the pain, seeing myself fastened by the clamps and pulled up. He went to stand between my spread legs and pulled me to the edge of the table. Taking a tube of lubricant, his fingers gently put some of it around my asshole, then he took something and began to press it into me. I moaned, it seemed to be getting thicker as it went in, spreading me open, then I felt a catch as it was fully inside. He then began to rub my mound, and taking different clamps, placed one on each of my pussy lips, making me cry out again. I tried hard to arch up with this new pain, but the thick straps kept me still. More chains fastened to them and to the straps around my thighs, and I lay with my pussy pulled open, my clit exposed. He stepped back to look at me. "Magnificent," he said, his eyes taking in what he had done. He came to the head of the table, and clicked something that lowered my head, making it fall back over the edge. Another strap was placed across my forehead, holding it back, and I saw his cock, thick and fully hard. "Open your mouth, sweetness," he whispered. I slowly opened, and he brought the tip of his cock to my lips. I sucked gently on the tip of him, my tongue rolling around it. He gave me more, letting me suck as he gave shallow strokes, each time a little more went into my willing mouth. Then his hand flicked one of the clamps, and as I drew breath to cry out, the entire length slid deep down my throat. Again, I tried to move, but the straps held me. His hands grabbed the base of each breast, squeezing hard as he began to fuck my throat. My mind screamed. I had to take sips of air between his strokes, and each one drove deep into my throat. I could feel the muscles in my neck straining as the thickness went into me, and all I could do was lie there, the pain driving me mad. I concentrated on trying to breathe, wriggling slightly as he stroked, as he tightened the clamps even more. At one point, he drove deep, his balls resting on my closed eyes as he held himself deep in me. Then he pulled out, and I gasped for air. "One more thing," he said, walking away for a moment, "and then I'll take the plug out of you and fuck you there." I whimpered, knowing the pain that would bring, but I was also feeling very aroused, and wondered what would come next. "You need to be reddened a bit," he said, and a moment later I was screaming as he used a crop on me. First on my inner thighs, he brought it down hard, five strokes on each one. By now, I was beginning to fade, almost drifting, but he gave no heed. Then he came to my breasts. Each one took five hard lashes on each side, each one pulling at the clamps holding me so painfully. When he finished, he came to my head and raised it up. "I want you to watch now," he said, and went to stand between my legs again. The crop came down directly on my clit, making me scream loud and long at the incredible sting of it. He held it up again, making me watch as once more it slapped down, and I began to moan. "Yes, sweetness," he said softly, his voice like a caress, "you're almost there. Float for me. Just let your mind go and float away while I take you." He reached up and pulled the chains on my nipples harder, and I drifted, moaning as the plug was pulled slowly from my ass and replaced with his thick, incredibly hard cock. "Scream for me," he said. I cried out as my ass stretched wide to take him. Slowly he filled me, then pulled out until my muscle caught him, and he stroked back. I screamed again, each stroke giving fresh pain as my nipples were moved each time. He grabbed the strap holding my waist and began to fuck me hard, and I knew what he meant by floating. Each stroke pressed me back, pulling the clamps as the pain of him filling me took my mind, my will. He stopped for a moment, placing something over my clit, and I screamed again as the vibrator was turned on and fastened to the clamps holding me open. Then he began again, fucking me with slow, deep strokes. "Let yourself go for me, sweetness," he ground out. I arched against the straps holding me as I screamed out my climax. My body quaked, I bucked in the bonds holding me as waves of release pulsed through me. His cock never stopped driving, he held me in a series of hard orgasms that pulled my soul from me, until finally, he ground deep and I felt the hot cum shoot deep inside me. I sobbed with the force of my climaxes, still quivering even when he pulled out of me and began removing the vibrator and clamps from my pussy. I lay quietly now, every once in a while a tremor would run through me, but I was lost, deep inside myself. The chains were taken off the clamps on my nipples, and I sighed as my breasts were allowed to fall, then screamed again as both clamps came off. He soothed me, taking off the straps one by one, caressing me, calling me 'sweetness' and 'pet', and telling me I was his now. When he finished, he lifted me gently, and my arms came up to circle his neck. I could feel the powerful muscles in his arms as he brought me to the soft bed, and lay me down. He lay beside me and took me in his arms, bringing the covers up over us, and I knew he was right. I was his now. My body was his, as was my mind and soul. I would never leave him. When I woke, I was in his arms. He held me close, his muscled arms enveloping me, his leg over mine. I moved, and found the chain had been replaced, it seemed he didn't trust me not to try and escape. My body had been cleansed somehow, while I didn't remember, there was some thought of a warm cloth travelling over my body. I lay still, thinking of what he had done to me, and found myself becoming aroused. I looked up to find him awake and smiling at me. "Did you sleep well?" he asked softly. I nodded, his voice was so deep, a caress. He allowed me room to move a bit, but kept me close. His mouth came to mine, and my lips parted as he kissed me deeply, a lovers kiss. I felt myself begin to drift, his hand holding my head to his. When he let me up, he released me and lay back, crossed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. I looked at him, uncertain, but saw his arousal. I stared at his hard cock, amazed that this thickness had gone into me, into my ass, and brought pleasure. Again I felt myself warming, wetness growing as I longed to touch it, to have it inside me. He lay still, and my hand reached out to grasp it, holding it before beginning to stroke lightly. My head lowered, and I took the tip in my mouth, sucking as my hand moved, taking as much as I could. God he tasted good, I thought. My eyes closed, and I worked him, my hands and mouth moving, every once in a while reaching down to cup the heaviness in his balls. I heard him sigh and moved a bit faster. His hands pulled me as I moaned, moving me over his mouth, and I felt gentle fingers spread me, then his tongue found my clit. We licked and caressed each other for a while, until I began to moan, so close to climax. He pulled me up, then turned me so I lay on my belly. "Hold yourself open for me," he said. My hands reached beneath me, and a moment later he slid into my pussy, making me gasp. His strong arm circled my waist as he pulled me to my knees and stroked slowly. I pushed back, wanting him, then just as quickly, he pulled out. "Hold yourself open for me," he said again. It took me a moment to realize what he wanted, and I hesitated. I moaned, wanting him so badly in my pussy, not wanting the pain. It was a mistake. He rose from the bed, pulling me with him. The cuffs on my wrists were snapped together, and again I was carried to the hook and hung there. I begged him to tell me what I had done, to let me please him, but he didn't hear a word. My nipples were clamped, not slowly and gently, but as if in anger, and the screws tightened quickly to an impossible level. I screamed as my legs were pulled wide and the cuffs on my ankles secured to side beams. There was no tenderness in his touch now, and I knew I had somehow angered him. When he was satisfied with my pain and position, he stood back and looked me in the eye. "You must learn, sweetness." "I swear," I sobbed. "Please, tell me what I did wrong! I won't disobey you again." "I know," he answered, and I began crying harder when he picked up a flogger. "No, please, I beg you, don't use that on me. Please, tell me what I did wrong, please." He stood before me, swinging the tails of it along side himself. "Did I give a command?" he asked. "Yes, and I did hold myself open for you," I cried. "And the second time?" My eyes went down, then I looked up into his eyes. "I was going to reach down....." "But you didn't," he finished. "Why?" His voice was calm as I searched for words. "The pain," I finally said. "I knew it would hurt, and I was afraid." He nodded, then walked around me. His lips came to brush against my ear. "I want you to now this, sweetness. Your cries, your screams, they inflame me. Each one makes me harder, and makes me want you more. When I give a command, you MUST obey immediately, not think about it. There will be much less pain, much more tenderness and love if you know this. Now you must be punished. Do you remember how many strokes?" "Ten," I sobbed. "For a total of how many?" he asked. "Total?" I repeated. "I don't understand. You told me ten." "Yes I did. You remember that, don't you? Ten strokes. On each leg, on your ass, on your back. And how many does that make?" I gasped at his words. "Forty? No, please! I'll die! I can't!" He kissed my shoulder, then gently bit the flesh. "You won't die," he said. "Far from it. But you will learn." He stood back, and I screamed at the first bite on my thigh. Over and over he raised the flogger, until my screams were muted, my body limp, jerking at the final blows. I was sure I had been cut to ribbons, a bleeding mass of flesh. I heard the hated thing drop to the floor when he finished, then he knelt between my legs and began licking me, pulling me into a hard, pulsing orgasm. His mouth covered my pussy, and he sucked the juices from me, milking me. Again, I was lost, and when he finished, I was taken down and lay on my belly across the bed. "Now," he told me, "hold yourself open for me." Immediately, my hands reached down to spread myself, and he slowly pressed into my ass. I cried at the pain, but was so drained that I gave no resistance. He pushed me flat into the mattress, his legs closing mine as he lay over me and began to stroke. His hands pulled mine up and held them over my head as his body rose and fell. Taking both of my hands in one of his, he reached down with the other and began rubbing my clit, making me move under him. I lay, moaning, as he fucked me, his fingers arousing me. Each time I thought I would cum, he stopped, stroking deeply, then he'd begin again. Soon I was begging him for release, please just let me cum, and again he ignored me. My pleas, my cries, all fell on deaf ears as I was used, held tightly by him. His body rose and fell, his cock impaling me, his maddening fingers taking me close, then leaving me. He stopped for a minute, fastening my wrists to the headboard, then pulled me to my knees. One arm went tight around my waist, and he began to fuck me hard, driving deep into my ass with each stroke. His other hand grabbed my hair, and he pulled my head back hard, then bit into my neck as he took me. I screamed, and felt him grow harder, his strokes go faster until he was ramming into me. "Cum now," he ground out, and I began. My entire body shook and quaked as I released. He held me tight, driving hard as I shook on him, almost vibrating with the pulsing waves that pulled at me. I found myself pushing back to meet him, as I came. His hand held my head back by the hair as he knelt back, letting me fuck myself on the hard cock, watching me move on him. "Yes, sweetness," he crooned, "make yourself cum hard. Take it deep." My body strained as I drove back, impaling myself, pulling forward, only to press to him again. He watched as I rode, my hair wrapped around his hand he leaned back and watched himself slide into my ass. Finally, I fell forward, drained and gasping. He released me, then lay over me and began to stroke. I moaned as he pulled my legs together again, making me tighter, but had no strength to move or protest. He fucked me slowly, forcing himself deep, until I began moaning again, then he stopped and pulled out of me. My hands were untied, and he lay back next to me. "Ride," he commanded, and I climbed up to straddle him, his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He watched me as I began to lower myself, then shook his head. I rose quickly and moved forward, placing him to my ass, and immediately began to lower myself again. My head fell back, as I expected pain, not the pleasure I felt, and my eyes widened. "Good girl," he said softly, his hands guiding my hips as they rose and fell. "Now pleasure me, and yourself." I obeyed. I fucked him this time, stroking as he had done, teasing him with slowing down, keeping him close by tightening on him. He rubbed my clit, rolled my nipples between his fingers, pulled me down for a deep kiss, but all I could think of was his thick, hard cock sliding in and out of me. "Oh, GOD!!!!!!" I finally cried, and began shuddering as I rode him hard, then felt my insides flooded as he shot his hot seed into me. My head fell as I screamed with pure pleasure, knowing I had pleased him, until I fell over him. His arms circled me, holding me close. "Sleep, sweetness," he told me. "Sleep with me inside you, and wake when you feel me harden again. "As you wish," I whispered, and drifted off. He kept me there for four days. The four days I had taken off for a small holiday, he had heard me talking about it at the gym, and had taken the same days, using the weeks before to ready this room in his cabin in the woods. There were no other houses around us, my screams were heard by no one. He fed me. He bathed me. He taught me that my body was an instrument, one that he was an expert at playing, as he did things to me I had never imagined and took me to heights I had never known. But now it was over. He took the cuffs off me, and I found myself lost without them. He gave me clothes, told me to dress, and I felt strange with them on. Then he unlocked the door and left, leaving it open. I sat and looked around the room. He was gone, I thought, as I got up. My body shivered, wanting his touch as I walked to the door. I turned to look around one last time, and saw the envelope on the floor. I picked it up, one word was written on it. My name. I frowned as I opened it, and read....... "My sweetness, Our time has ended. I want you to know that whatever you do, I will live with the consequences and abide by them. I take full responsibility for my actions, just know that if the opportunity was presented, I would do it all again, and again. You see, I love you. I have loved you from the first time I saw you, and while I tried to ask you out, it seemed you had no interest in me, so I took matters into my own hands. I don't blame you if you hate me, I accept that, but if there is any chance that you have feelings for me, I am in the boathouse behind the trees. I am praying that there is some spark of feeling for me inside you. I will wait until dusk. If you do not come, I will know you feel nothing. Just know that my heart is breaking to think you will leave. I love you so. Forever either way, Mark" I gasped. He was still here? In the boathouse, behind the trees, he wrote. I tore the clothes off, frantically looking around for the cuffs he had taken off me. The ones for my ankles were easy enough to put on, but it took me longer to replace the ones on my wrists. I grabbed a piece of rope and threaded it through the loops, pulling my wrists together, then noticed another leather piece on a table. I walked over and picked it up, realizing it was a collar, and smiled. I went out the door, thankful that it was a warm day and there were no neighbors. Finding my way to the boathouse, I straightened my back and took a deep breath, knowing that once I knocked on the door, there was no turning back. He would expect me to stay, and rightfully so. I had no business doing this unless I meant it, I thought. Then I thought of his taking me, of how he had awakened my senses to unimaginable pain and pleasures, and knew the answer. My hands came up, and I knocked as hard as I could on the door. At first I heard nothing, then footsteps neared. The door opened, and he was there, my body almost leaning toward him as he looked at me. I raised my eyes to meet his, and saw tears as he said nothing. I held the collar out to him, and he took it from me, then placed it gently around my neck. His hands reached out to hold my breasts, his thumbs rubbing across my nipples. "I love you, my sweetness. My soul is filled with loving you," he whispered. "I love you too, Mark, my Master. I give my body and soul to you of my own free will, to take pleasure from it and use as you see fit. I will deny you nothing. I am yours." His breath caught, then his hands went to either side of my face and he held me as he kissed me deeply. I was pulled into strong arms, then lifted up and carried to the boat. "I have so many pleasures for you to taste, my love," he said, laying me back and beginning to tie me to the mast. My eyes closed and I smiled. "As long as we find them together," I answered, then gave my love a long scream as he clamped my nipple tightly. Master of My Soul Ch. 02 It was my night for fantasy. Every once in a while, my darling Master would allow me anything I wished, and I had planned for this day. I looked at the clock for the hundredth time, rushing to pull my hair back and don the outfit I had bought weeks ago, hoping this day would come. He would be home from work soon, and I had his dinner ready and wanted to surprise him. He was such a loving Master. I wore his collar proudly, to the extent of wearing it out, until he brought home a beautiful necklace that I was commanded to wear when we went out. My collar was for his eyes alone, he told me, so of course I did as he asked. I was putting my heels on when I heard the door. Quickly throwing my robe over my outfit, I ran down to meet him, throwing myself in his strong arms. "Well, well," he laughed as he held me close. "It seems someone is glad to see me." I kissed him deeply, I had missed him so much during the day. "I made your favorite dinner," I told him with a smile. "And you remember....." The deep laugh sent a quiver through me. "I remember," he said. "tonight is your night." I took his coat and followed him into the dining room. His place was set, along with mine to his right, close enough so his hand could touch at will. We spoke of the day as we ate, I was also complimented on the dinner, always with his smile and soft touches. When we finished, I began straightening up while he went to shower. I almost dropped so many things in my haste to finish when he did, but was able to be ready with a glass of wine when he came down the stairs. As always, I got a chill as I saw his body. He wore a pair of old jeans, and his well developed upper body almost made me tell him to forget the whole thing, just take me, now, please, but I held my tongue and smiled as I handed him the glass. He led me to the recliner, and I knelt beside it, waiting. He tortured me, turning on the tv, checking the scores of today's game, until I thought I would scream. I guess the waiting got to him too, and finally he turned off the set and turned to me with a huge grin. "Have I made you wait long enough, my sweet pet?" he asked. "God, yes, Master," I sighed. Again the laugh. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He gave me the glass he held and sat back in his chair. "Stand up then." I put the glass down as I stood before him, my robe pulled tight. "Tell me, sweetness, what do you have on under that robe of yours?" I gasped, never thinking he would have me remove it. After all, it was MY day, he had promised, but I knew I would do as he asked, regardless of my own disappointment. "Well," I stammered. "It's for tonight. My surprise." I knew he was making me suffer, making me wonder if I had to take the robe off and show him, or even if he would actually let me do what I planned. I stood still, waiting. "All right," he finally said. "The night is yours." I smiled and leaned over to give him a huge hug, then untied the belt. Slowly opening the robe, I revealed my outfit to him. I had bought a black leather corset, one that laced up the front, along with a black lace garter belt and stockings. Across my belly, strips of leather crossed down from the corset to meet the elastic of my panties. I wore the black heels that I knew were his favorites. "I see," he said, his eyes taking in everything. "And what do we have planned?" I actually blushed a bit. "Tonight, I want to Dominate you," I answered quietly. Suddenly, my idea sounded foolish, and maybe, just maybe, I wanted to change my mind. "Uh huh," he muttered. I stood still, so uncertain as he sat looking at me. My mind raced. Had I gone too far? Had I angered him? He stood up and walked around me. "Well, you certainly look like a Dominatrix," he said. "Do you plan whipping, and pain for me?" I whirled to meet his eyes. "Oh no!" I cried. "Never! It was just an idea, but if you don't like it......" My words were silenced by his finger crossing my lips, then he leaned to me and kissed me gently. "Calm down, sweetness, I didn't say I didn't like it." He was still circling me, looking closely, touching here and there. "Where are we playing tonight?" he asked. "I thought the bedroom." He nodded, then took my hand and led me to the stairs. "Well, come on then. Let's see what else you have in store for me." I heard the amused tone in his voice and finally let out my breath as we climbed the stairs. Once we were in the bedroom, he turned to me. "What will you have me do, mistress?" he asked with a smile. "Could you take off your jeans?" I asked. He laughed. "My sweet darling of a pet," he said, hugging me. "If you want to Dominate, you have to command. Not ask in that sweet voice. Now, what do you want." I took a deep breath. "Take off your jeans," I said, my voice stronger. In a moment, he was nude, standing before me. I walked around him as he had done to me, and touched him here and there. "My God," I sighed. "You're magnificent. Your body is amazing." "As is yours, mistress pet," he laughed. "Get on the bed," I told him. He did as asked. I looked down at him, at that moment I truly wished he would pull me down and just fuck me silly, but I also wanted to take him. I just stood there, unable to move. "Hands out to the sides," I finally said. I used the silk ropes to tie his hands to the headboard. I knew my feeble knots would never hold him if he wanted out, but hey, I tried. Then I put a scarf over his eyes. I reached under the bed for the big feather I had bought. "Are you ready to begin?" I asked him as he always asked me. "Sure," he answered. I sat next to him, the tip of the feather grazing his belly. I trailed up, touching his neck, travelling down to circle each nipple, smiling when I saw them harden a bit. Down it went again, grazing his hips, and I let its whisper bring gooseflesh to his thighs. Already, I could see he was growing excited. "Do you like this?" I asked. "Yes, mistress." I dropped the feather, and with soft kisses, followed every place it had touched. My lips touched his belly and he moaned. They kissed his inner thigh and he wiggled a bit. By now, his cock was almost fully erect. I let my fingers trail over his skin as I just drank in the sight of him. My hands held his waist and I pressed him down gently. "You want me to touch, don't you?" "Yes, mistress." His voice was even deeper than normal. I leaned over and touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. Immediately, it jumped, growing even harder. "There. Did you like that?" "Yes, mistress." I took the tip of him in my mouth and sucked gently. I knew he wanted more, but I held back. My hands began rubbing his groin. "Spread your legs," I told him. I crawled between them and leaned down again, this time taking more of him into my mouth. He moaned as I began slow strokes, my mouth and hands moving on him. God, I thought, I love the taste of him! My hand reached down and cupped his balls, kneading them as his hips began to rise. His cock was now rock hard. "More?" I asked. "Yes, mistress," he nearly growled. By now, I was excited as well, my body wanting him. I tore off the panties and straddled him, then slowly began to lower myself onto him. Every time he tried to push up, I rose, making him let me take him at my own pace until I was impaled fully. Instead of rising back up, I began to circle my hips on him, making him moan again as well as turning myself on incredibly. Okay, I thought, this fells great! But now what? I was so confused! I wanted his hands putting on the clamps, tightening them until I writhed. I wanted his mouth on me. As I thought of these things, I began riding him, my body in a state of excitement I knew was his, and I began to cry. His head came up as he heard me. "What's wrong?" he said in a worried voice. I stopped moving and reached up to take the scarf from his eyes. His hands pulled hard and he was free of my feeble knots, pulling me into his arms. "Tell me, sweetness," his deep voice pleaded. "What happened?" "I wanted to play with YOU," I sniffled, "to make you feel what I feel, as intense as you make me feel, but I can't." He held me close, stroking me gently. "You were doing a great job," he said, "I wasn't complaining." I could hear the laugh in his voice and I pulled back and stood up. I began taking off my outfit, throwing the stupid corset across the chair. "HEY!" he cried, and I stopped cold. "What are you doing?" "It was a dumb idea," I cried. "I'm not a Domme! And you know what? I hated hearing you call me mistress." By now I was almost sobbing, even more so because I knew he was doing all he could not to laugh. "Put the corset back on," he said. "No." He jumped up to stand beside me. "Excuse me?" he said in a deadly calm voice. I looked up and saw he was no longer laughing. "It's my night," I said feebly as I quickly reached for the corset. He nodded. "Yes it is, so I'll forgive you that 'no' I thought I heard. Put the corset back on." I laced it back up and turned to him. "Now, mistress, what would you have me do?" I looked deep in his eyes and smiled, my back straightening. "I want you to be my Master tonight," I said in a strong voice. "You are to use me as you see fit, and to find your pleasure with this body I give you ." Again I was pulled into strong arms as he laughed. "As you command," he said, then lifted me and dropped me on the bed. In a flash, my hands were expertly tied, as well as my ankles spread. He pulled my breasts free of the corset, making me watch as the butterflies clamped my nipples, kissing my cries as they tightened. The feather was turned on me, caressing inner thighs, brushing over my now aching clit. His mouth came down and possessed me, taking me so close to climax over and over, but he held me back, not letting me find release. "Please, Mark, Master, please," I begged. His dark eyes bore into mine. "Please what, mistress?" he asked. "Please, be my Master again. Be my love, my soul." He reached up and my hands were free to pull him to me. I gasped as he swiftly entered, making me cry out with pure pleasure as he stroked into me. My legs were pulled over his arms and I met each deep thrust. I grasped his arms, holding him as he loved me, took me to the place I knew so well. Pulling out, he slid deep into my ass, and I screamed at the invasion, but soon I was once again rising up to meet him. His head lowered and his tongue flicked across my aching nipple, and again I cried out for him. "Give me what is mine, sweetness," he ground out, and a moment later I was clinging to him as I shuddered and shook, deep in climax. He stroked me through it, never stopping until I was drained and limp in his arms, then he pulled away and lay next to me. Taking a deep breath, I straddled him and again lowered myself until his entire cock was deep inside me. I hesitated, allowing the muscles to relax. It always took me a few seconds when I rode him this way, my butt was so tight, but soon I was sliding up and down, wanting this hardness more than life. His hands guided me, slowly at first, I knew he loved the sight of his cock going into me. I put my hand down and let my fingers feel it as it entered. My God, I thought, I can't believe all of it is inside me, but soon I was lost in the intensity of it. His hands reached up, tightening the clamps, making me arch back, and he sat up, impaling me deeper as I stroked him. "I want to feel you," I cried, "I want you to fill me, please!" He growled something, then pulled me down hard and I gasped as heat filled me. I held him to me as he shuddered, grinding my hips on him as he shot over and over, filling me with his precious seed, and again I cried out as I came with him. We held each other tightly, my Master clutching me to him in a powerful embrace until at last, we both leaned into each other. After a few moments, he rolled to his side, taking me with him, still inside me. He slowly loosened the clamps, smiling at my tightening around him from the pain until they were removed. My eyes widened. "You feel what you do to me?" he asked as his cock began hardening again. "I love you, my Master," I sighed, knowing I would once again be taken. "No more than I love you, sweetness," he said as he began stroking me. Master of My Soul Ch. 03 Had it really been a year since my capture? My beloved Master announced the week before that our anniversary was near, and he had a special plan to celebrate it. I could only nod my surprise, as the time had passed so swiftly. "A year..." I repeated. He looked closely at me. "Any regrets, my sweetness?" he asked. "Never," I answered, my arms winding around his neck as my lips met his. "Every day I wonder how I lived without your touch." Strong fingers wound through my hair, dragging my head back until my neck stretched tight. His mouth lowered, and I moaned at the slight pain of his bite. My body began to melt as he held me, now sucking the flesh. "I want you bound," he said when finally lifting his mouth. "Bound and hanging before me, for my pleasure." "As you wish it, my darling Master," I answered. I followed him down the stairs, to the place of my first time with him. Gently, he bound my body as it was then, a blindfold over my eyes. His strong hands were gentle as he touched. Clamps were placed loosely, his mouth on mine as they were tightened slowly, my moans dissolving in his kiss. I gasped as he knelt before me, his mouth and tongue on my pussy, until I was begging for release. My clit was on fire; but how he loved taking me to the brink, holding me there until I was a mass of quivering flesh. I felt him behind me and groaned at the swift entrance. As always, the size of him shocked me, his cock so hard it felt like a pole entering me. Even though I was wet, his size made me stretch wide. A few long strokes in my juices had him wet enough, and he pulled out of me. Holding my thighs, he began pressing into my ass. I cried, knowing not to buck away even though I so desperately wanted to, not wanting his punishment. He had not taken me this way for a few days, letting me tighten for him, and I wept as he slowly pressed his way deep. "Please, it hurts," I cried, as he impaled me. "I know sweetness," he said softly. "Feel it work into you, every inch filling you." My cries went unheeded as the full length of him went maddening slowly into my body. I begged him to be quick, fill me and let me take it all at once and be done with it, but that made him go even slower. Finally, his fingers found my clit, and I knew he was fully home. I hung quietly, my sobs slowing, as he rubbed, his mouth finding the spot on my neck that makes me limp. My head fell back on his shoulder as I neared release. "I have you now," he whispered in my ear. Taking hold of my thighs again, he began. I took his deep, hard strokes as he fucked me. My body was pulled back to meet each thrust of his cock as I begged for mercy, knowing even through the pain that I wanted this. Soon I was moaning again, wanting more, wanting completion. His strokes slowed as he felt me writhing on him, his hand reaching down to rub. "Move on me, sweetness," he said. My body moved back and forth on him as he rubbed my clit, bringing me so close. "Mark!" I gasped. " Master! Please!" "Let yourself go, my love," he whispered. "If you want to cum so badly, make it happen." I moaned, moving faster on him as he rubbed my clit gently. His other hand reached up, and each clamp was tightened until I cried, quivering on him as I tried desperately to reach my orgasm. "Having trouble?" he asked. "Please, " I begged, "rub me a little harder, let me cum for you." He chuckled, his fingers keeping the same pressure. I realized that if I pulled harder forward, the pressure increased, so I worked my way back and forth, not even noticing the thick harness sliding in and out of me. All I could think of was making myself cum. I hung, suspended at the brink, unable to touch the reward I craved. I must have reached the pace he wanted, as all at once his fingers quickened, adding pressure, and I screamed. I rode him as I came, bucking back and forth on him as he stood behind me. Again the clamps were tightened, but I never noticed. I drifted, my body quaking as he held me in climax, his fingers circling, rubbing, pinching lightly. He began thrusting to meet me, and the little extra he gave kept me in my haze. All I could do was whimper as I was pulled along a thundering climax that seemed never to end. Finally, I began to spiral down. Still whimpering, my body went limp in the ropes holding me. "Are you finished?" he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice, but was unable to answer, so I nodded. "Good girl. Now it's my turn.' A strong arm circled my waist, and he began pumping into me hard. I hung quietly as he took me, feeling each stroke as his thick cock pounded into me. I felt him nearing, and as he ground deep, his hands reached up and released the clamps, making me cry out and tighten with the pain, then cry out again as I felt his hot cum pump into me. Over and over I felt it wash into me, filling me. He pulled me tightly to him as he gave me his essence, his cock jerking inside me. He pulled away quickly when he finished, and I heard him drop into the chair kept nearby. "My God," he said. "I can't believe how you drain me. You pull everything from me." A moment later, I heard the chair pulled before me, and his mouth found me. He licked and suckled at me, my clit coming to life again as his mouth worked me. "Please, no more," I whispered, as if he would heed my words. Fingers entered me gently. I felt my body responding to him as it always did, and always would. I climbed, going higher and higher until again, I screamed. My body tightened as I came. He held me to him, again keeping me in climax until he was ready to let it end. I could feel my juices run down my thighs as I hung, drained. "How do you feel?" he asked. I could only moan. My head hung back; there was no strength in me. "I still want to play, sweetness," he told me. I heard him move to the table. A moment later my nipple was being sucked, getting harder and harder until I moaned, then clamped. The other was given the same treatment. Clamps were placed on my pussy lips, then tied off to hold them open, leaving my clit exposed. He went behind me, and I wept silently as a large plug was pressed into me. I had no strength or will left to protest, my body was as limp as a rag from his ministrations. I felt him tie something in my hair, then around the belt he had placed around my waist. He left me for a moment. When he returned, his hand gripped my right breast and squeezed it at the base as he tightened the clamp slowly. I tried to lift my head up, but whatever he had put in my hair held it back tight. I began to moan as the clamp got tighter, pinching the nipple hard. His tongue licked the nub, wetting it, and I screamed as he touched the wand to it. He circled the nipple, brushing over it a few times as I shook with the pain. Finally he stopped, and moved to the other breast. "No, please," I moaned. His tongue began licking the nipple, wetting it. "Use your safe word," he told me. I shook my head the best I could. He knew I would try not to give in to him. I screamed again as the wand touched, my muscles tight as a bowstring. His hand held my breast firmly as it circled. I began jerking as he moved the wand down, brushing it over my chest, moving to my belly. I whimpered as I realized where it was going. "Please, no Master. Not there." "Use your safe word," he repeated. "Never," I ground out. "Will you do me harm? Do you wish to hurt me?" The wand moved over my lower belly. "I would die first," he answered. "Then I will not use it. It would take more than you will give." The wand moved lower and I whimpered again. "If you do not want this, use your safe word," he said. "Why do you take this pain? Why do you not let me know how much you will bear?" "I love you, Master," I whispered. "I know in my heart you will give no more than you think I can take. If you wish it, I will make it so for you. You are my heart, my soul." My scream tore the air as the wand touched my clit. I bucked under it, and felt his arm circle me to hold me as it moved over my most sensitive flesh. He held me as it was moved over my clit, my spread lips, then down to almost enter me. My cries filled the room as he brought it back to rub my clit again. When he removed it, I fell limp. A moment later, I groaned as a large dildo was pushed into my pussy. A belt came from behind me and through my legs; before fastening it, a small vibrator was placed directly on my clit. I felt something attached to the clamps on my nipples. "I am going to sit here and watch you," he said. "Know that every move you make, I will see. I want to see your loveliness as your body responds." I heard him sit, then felt him reach out and turn the vibrator on. While it felt good, I did not think it would get much of a response after the two shattering orgasms I had just experienced. Of course, what do I know? I cried out as a jolt of current hit my nipples, then my ass. I tightened around the dildo filling my pussy. He must have some sort of switch, I thought, as again, my nipples, then my ass were jolted. I tried to imagine how I looked as he watched me, my head tied back, my body spread and hanging. Each jolt would first make my back arch, then make me writhe as my body went taut. He stopped, and reached between my legs, turning on the dildo, which began gyrating inside me. "Oh, God," I whispered. Again I was jolted. Over and over the switch was thrown, making me move, the devices working me as I knew he watched. He kept at me; it seemed like hours until once again I was moaning, my mind empty, drifting. The jolts came quicker now, almost running into each other as I climbed. Again I felt him touch, and the vibrator speed was quickened. "Do you want to cum, sweetness?" "Yes, please my Master." "Beg me." There must have been another control on his toy, because the next jolt was stronger. I screamed out. "Please, Master, please let me cum." "You didn't think you had more to give, did you?" he asked. "No, Sir, I did not, but I was wrong," I cried. "There is always more for me, is there not?" "Always, Master." By now, I was a writhing mess. I felt like a slab of meat, hanging on a hook as I took jolt after jolt. His hand pulled up on the belt, pressing the vibrator into my clit, and I groaned as I was slammed by the strongest climax yet. I could barely breathe; I just quivered madly as it ripped my soul. Look at me, I wanted to shout at him. This body that you own, that is given to you, look what it does for you. I felt the current running into me, the vibrator making my pussy tighten on the thick dildo impaling me, as wave after wave crashed over me. My heart and my pussy were one and the same as they pulsed with the force of release. I felt him behind me. Gentle hands removed the blindfold. My hair held my head in place, and as my eyes fluttered open I saw my love. "Look at me," I whispered, still in the throes of the powerful orgasm. "I see," he answered. "You are magnificent. You are mine. Cum for me, my sweet love." He used his fingertips to gently rub the tips of my aching nipples. "Yes," I whispered, my body quivering like a tuning fork. I floated on it, in it, with it, as it went on, pulsing so hard within. "Will it stop?" I asked. His hands tightened the clamps more, taking the body before him higher. "Of course, sweetness," he said, his hand rubbing my belly. He placed soft kisses on my thighs, then sat back, watching. I wept softly as the orgasm went on, then screamed loud and long as a final burst slammed into me. I was pushed out of myself, unable to do anything but ride it as it blissfully began to wind down. Quickly, the clamps were taken off, the new pain pulling me up for a second. The vibrator was held in place as the plug was pulled out, again, a quick burst. The dildo fell to the floor, pushed out by powerful pulsing from inside me. He moved the vibrator over my clit, getting the last remains I had to give, until I sagged against him. I hung silently as he removed his toys, then untied me. He carried me up the stairs and into the bedroom, placing me on my belly on the bed. "The only problem is that now I'm hard again," I heard him say, and then his hands placed my legs together as he straddled me. One small moan was all he got as he pulled me up and slid deep into my ass.