3 comments/ 13517 views/ 3 favorites Giving It All Away Ch. 01 By: PrivateMaster Chapter 1 of a fantasy story - I will write more if people like it... The room is quiet and dark, the woman sitting on the only chair is waiting. She is in her late 30's; attractive with large, heavy breasts and a trim, curvaceous figure. She is dressed in a skirt that is too short for her, a top that is very low and shows off her cleavage and her long legs are encased in black stockings. She is waiting, nervous but also excited, she knows what she has asked for but has no idea how this will be carried out. It is what she has asked for that keeps going around her mind; that and the thought that the man she has asked is clever, imaginative and knows her desires very well. She is waiting for sex. She is waiting for a type of sex only this man can bring her and only in this way. She is waiting. The room is made for waiting. There is nothing to stimulate the senses of distract the mind. Inside the plain, dark walls, there is a plain, dark leather chair; a dark wooden table where a glass of chilled white wine is sitting and a small lamp in the corner giving off a slight, low glow. In the corner is a door; simple, plain, dark. There is no clock, no ornaments and there are no pictures on the walls, nothing to indicate what this room is a precursor to or prepares it's occupant for. She is waiting and any second now, the wait will be over. She checks her emotions. Nervousness is increasing because she knows that the effort is just about to begin. The light flickers off and back on again. This is the signal she has been waiting for. Knowing what to do is critical, it demonstrates her training and her tacit acknowledgement of her role and place in this tableau. She stands up and moves away from the chair, legs apart and hands behind her back and looking down at the floor, chin on her chest. Whilst she is still, she notices her breathing rate has increased; consciously she takes a slower, deeper breath. The door opens; a man dressed simply in black jeans, dark shoes and a black T-shirt walk into the room. He is clean shaven, with close cropped hair and no watch or jewellery. He walks over to her as she waits. "Good evening slut" he whispers, "are you ready?" "Yes sir" He walks around her, dragging his finger along the base of her spine. She feels a familiar electric glow created by the power in the room and her willingness to let it flow. While behind her he pulls a dark piece of material from his pocket and suddenly, with no sound or warning, pulls it over her head, completely blocking out the little light. She gasps, sense suddenly heightened; more aware of the silence. The length of material totally encases her head, cover her face from neck to the top of her head. She feels him walk around her; looking. "When you wrote to me this time you asked for complete abandonment; you said you wanted to be completely abused with no thought for your feelings or humanity; is that the case?" He says it coldly, with no emotion considering the remarkable nature of the statement. "Yes sir" she swallows "I need to be dehumanised, made to feel like only my body matters. I want the exquisite pain of the whips and the clamps and whatever else you want to do to me. I want to serve you with my suffering. I want... I need you to use me." She can feel her breath rising again as she says this out loud. Writing it to him was one thing, admitting it in the open, out-loud brought it all home to her. She could feel her pussy throb slightly in response. The thing was, he knew it, she didn't know how but he always seemed to know how her body would react to this sort of talk. He reaches forward and grabs at her crotch; pushing her knickers to one side he pushes his finger into her already wet pussy, stirring around the lips and then inside her. She moans and instinctively moves her hips forward; "Stay still bitch", he snaps "do you think I am doing this to please you?" "No sir, sorry sir" she gasps slightly as he puts his hand against her face; a small warning. He takes his fingers from inside her and rubs the material from her knickers over her clit, she moans again as the lace scrapes against her and his rubbing becomes harder. "Have you worn this outfit all day as I demanded?" "Yes sir, I went to work dressed like this, just as you told me to" "And...how did that make you feel?" he asks Oh, how did he always know this stuff in her head, what she had been thinking about all day? "Dirty sir, I could see them all in my office, looking at me, looking at my body and wondering how I could dress like this" "And do you know why I did that to you?" "To make me feel dirty and slutty sir, to remind me of my place" again, saying it out loud was a cathartic turn on. "Yes, that is true, but it does have another function in your evening." She can hear the smile in his voice as he pulls her oh, too short skit up around her hips, exposing her suspenders, belt and tiny panties. They have been bothering her all day because she never wore this type of outfit normally; they had been too uncomfortable and too exposing for her. But they had had the desired effect, she had not stopped thinking of her body all day and had been made to feel like an object; everything sir had wanted she supposed. As she reflected, she felt something cold against her skin. There is a snip and her knickers are loose around her waist. She realises he has cut her knickers, there is another snip at her other hip and she can feel his pull her knickers through her pussy lips. It is now she realises that she is hopelessly wet with desire, the knickers slip through her and into his hand. What was it he said about another function...? Suddenly there is a chink of light as the blindfold is lifted from the bottom "open wide" he says. She obeys and can feel him stuff her slick, damp knickers into her mouth. "You were made to wear it all day so that when I shoved your knickers in your mouth you would be thinking about the fact you had worn them all day and that they smell of you and everything you have done. And, in order to get your sexual kicks, you now have to realise that you are willing to gag on your own, wet panties. How does that feel??" He knew, and so did she because all the way through that little speech her pussy had begun to leak slightly onto her leg. Stood there with her panties in her mouth and her skirt around her waist. She felt absolutely filthy and demanded. But she knew, he had only just got started. "Filthy" she mumbles through the gag. "Filthy sir." Giving It All Away Ch. 02 He pulls her full-head blindfold back down over her mouth; trapping her knickers inside, letting her smell and taste herself. He then pulls a collar from his pocket and secures it around her neck, not too tight to restrict but tight enough so she knows it is there. Fixing a leash to this he whispers to her "on your knees." Obediently, she falls gently to her knees. Instinctively she pushes her hands underneath her breasts and opens her mouth. He allows himself a small smile; how well he had taught her and how well she had learned, he thinks to himself; a very good pupil and one to enjoy. "On all fours and follow me" he growls, walking away and tugging on the leash. She drops to all fours and begins to follow on like a dog with her arse in the air. He watches her body, thinking about where to start and what to do to make the most of their time together. He knows this is working for her, stripping away her personality and will. He knows he is creating an environment where she is completely subservient and humiliated. It is what she needs. They make their way slowly into the next room. This is the main chamber where he will remove her dignity and leave her begging for him to hurt her. The right wall is completely lined with wood and on it hang the largest selection of crops, whips, spreader bars, chains, cuffs, ropes and connectors you could wish to see. Every type of thing to inflict pain appears to be here. Above them, beams are fixed conveniently with eyelets and pulleys. On the far wall there's a large cross, about six feet high and with a fixing at each end and a number of cuffs and lengths of cord with clips on each end. The other wall is taken up with pummel horse that narrows to a sharp edge along the top, what looked like a weight training bench and a table with an array of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. In the middle of the room is a large wood and leather chair. The seat on this is at least 4 feet high with leg and arm rests with any number of fixings to spread the legs, the arms and fix the head and body. There is also a hole so that a slave's arse and pussy can easily be accessed from below. The tools of the trade. He lets her come past him into the room so he can shut the door and watch her arse moving along. "Stop" he whispers. She stops near to the chair. He takes a large flogger from the wall and dangles its leather strips onto her butt; she gasps and breathes hard. Knowing what effect this is having he gently begins to flog her arse, slowly and without too much force he swats at her, speeding up slowly and listening to her gasp. "This is just the beginning" he tells her but she knows this, she can feel the sting of the flogger behind the mist of the build-up of her endorphins. He takes his time, building intensity and allowing her to get used to the feeling. After about 4 or 5 minutes he is beginning to hit her harder, turning her arse redder; she is properly gasping now, getting into the whole feeling. From the wall he takes a length of black rope, wrapping her long hair around his fist, he creates a loop and ties a knot into her hair with the rope, tugging it her head moves back, the rope is secure. He then takes a length of metal shaped into a hook with a ball on the end of the hook and an eyelet at the long, straight end. He lays this on her back and positioning himself behind her pushes his finger into her arse. She offers little resistance but the gasp and moan through her gag. "Now I am going to fix this hook into your arse to get you ready for what will come later. I will tie it to your hair, that will restrict you silly movement and prevent you from losing it while I whip you." She nods silently, knowing it is futile to do anything else. He takes the hook and licking the end he pushes the ball against her arse. This time she properly gasps on the gag as the metal is cold. Without mercy or hesitation he begins to push the end into her arsehole, it takes a few seconds before it disappears inside. The hook now curls aver her arse with the long straight end on her back. He now simply ties the rope through the eyelet puller he head back ever so slightly, he ties off the knot neatly. Standing back now he takes a crop from the wall and taps it gently against her arse, warning her what is to come. She takes a visible breath as he begins to swat at her arse harder, creating red marks on her already reddened skin. As the intensity build he can see her head move and pull slightly on the hook, she is moaning now and he can safely begin to hit her harder bringing the crop down against her skin with more severity. "Now think about yourself bitch", he hisses, "clothes up your body, hook in your arse and taking spanking for your sexual kicks – what sort of person does this?" He can hear her say the word slut through her gag, except it isn't really spoken, it is sobbed through the panties. He puts down the crop and picks up the flogger, stooping to flick the rope to make the hook move in her arse he brings the flogger down hard on her arse cheeks; picking up the pace he mercilessly whips her for 2 minutes calling her a "filthy fucking slut" the whole time. So she can hear, so she can see, so she knows. She doesn't move, there is no question of her stopping. This is what she wants.