5 comments/ 6385 views/ 0 favorites Insomnia's End By: SecondLife "Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces." -- Sigmund Freud * Chapter One The color of the sky... when you stare long enough blends with the ocean so well the vanishing point becomes an endless, welcoming place. A pair of eyes, not quite brown anymore yet not green, stare into that space with such longing. Upturned palms losing their heat rising to the cool sea air, rest on her parted thighs. The seascape disappears to blackness as she closes her eyes. The free fall begins. His voice in her ear, terribly foreign, distracting, always making her tilt her head to a slight degree to catch those disembodied words. "This is what you are." His voice so crystal clear in her mind causes her lips part as she gasps for air. "Mine!" he commands. She is oblivious to the fact that she has been holding her breath, forever in anticipation of him. She drops her head to her chest and parts her thighs to a wider kneel. There it is. She feels the connection with him, so tangible, his eyes staring at her even now. Holding her breath again, she freezes. Reassuring herself in her mind, she thinks: No, it's impossible, he isn't really here, and he only exists in the imaginary place of the Internet. Yet, the gaze raking down her back leaves such a trail of fire. There it is again. She trembles, and turns her head to look behind her slowly, catching his scent in the clear ocean breeze. Nothing. Shame washes over her body as she chides herself. He'll never come. Giving him all the specific details of you life, your habits, where you can be found... all for nothing. Besides, Suze... you really never want to meet him, it complicates things far too much. For two years she has delved into her subconscious, the inner sanctum of her true self and has explored the world of submission, always in a "safe" forum: only online. It was there she was captivated, utterly bewitched by his presence, falling to his feet begging to do whatever he wishes ... if only... he would allow her to be near him. She begged to be this total stranger's slave. But, was he really a stranger? Or is he a remnant of a male in her collective conscious, a rare but true man in every sense of the word, the one whom she longs to be a subject of, the alpha male? Why did she not feel that he was a stranger, so unlike the others who have come and gone in her life. The Internet can play tricks on you. Best not to analyze it Suze... go with it. Learn what you can, don't get hurt. However, what man is this to make her feel so animate, so vital yet utterly insignificant? It was at his feet where this secret, silent voice of her true nature was allowed to flourish. The sand cuts into the delicate skin of her knees, having been kneeling now for almost an hour, the aches and pains were seeping into her bones. But, she didn't wish to leave this moment, to sever the connection. I feel him so near me... if only... A distressed sigh slips from her lips, breath catching in her throat as she cries out for him. "Master..." The length of her hair is lifted up by a sudden, violent wind. Her eyes fly open as a shudder passes through her body, like a cruel electric current. She leaps to her feet, scooping up her belongings and rushes off to her car. She pushes through the crowded boardwalk of tourists and locals hawking their wares. Blindly she works her way through the surge; with the distinct feeling she's being chased. Turning and looking over her shoulder, she careens into a wall of a man stopped on the sidewalk. The sudden force sends her purse flying out of her hands, falling on the pavement, contents scattering. "FUCK!" she swears loudly, then continues as she drops to her knees picking up her cell phone and makeup before it's stepped on. A deep, accented voice from high above her, chuckles, "Little one, I believe the words should be "I am sorry for my clumsiness." She freezes, seeing a pair of white Nike trainers inches from her. Her mind screams, No! It is not... him. He swore he would never meet me. This was something she wanted but could not have in her real life. She would not and could not ever meet him, no matter how badly her psyche cried out of him. This is your mind playing tricks, Suze. As she continues to collect her items, she snarls back: "I believe it's you who need to apologize... standing in the middle of a busy boardwalk, typical fucking tourist. Some of us here have places to go." Her voice holds the defensive, smiting tone that scares unwanted people away every time. She stands up quickly, eyes avoiding contact with the tall stranger; she turns her body and pushes past him in the crowd, quickly putting as much room between him and herself as she can. Breathlessly she reaches her car and begins to fumble for her keys. She cries out in angst, moving around to the hood of her car, she turns her purse upside down, emptying the contents out, searching. "Damn it..." she swears with frustration. Suddenly, she hears someone walking up behind her, the sound of keys jingling. She composes herself, putting on a beautiful smile, and then she turns around. A lone woman smiles in return and gets into her jeep that is parked adjacent to hers. Swallowing her chagrin, she walks back to the boardwalk to search for her keys, chuckling to herself. Shit Suze, you really need to get a hold of yourself. Chapter Two "Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become." - Unknown The sun has slipped low into the sky and is about to drop below the mountains that tower over Malibu in the distance. The air is electric, fired up with the energy of the moment. Crowds of people have forsaken the boardwalk to gather in the sand. The drum circle is in full revelry, at least fifty people beating in unison, and more people adding their voices to the cacophony, paying homage to the setting of the sun. Congas of every size, tambourines, snares, bass drums, tri-toms, bongos and at least a dozen home made percussion instruments, garbage cans, plastic pails turned upside-down, all signaling the end of the day. Suze walks with her head down, having searched the boardwalk, asking every vendor for the past three hours. No luck. She had given up a while ago and decided to cave-in and call AAA to see if they could do something. The auto club has always bailed her out by bringing her gas, jumping her dead battery off or fixing a flat tire. There was no free service for car re-keying, though. She would have to call the dealership or a locksmith and accept the exorbitant fees. Exhausted and totally dispirited, she wanders into the sidewalk café and collapses into a booth. Chelsea, a cheery blonde waitress approaches with an apologetic smile. "Still no luck with those keys huh, Suzy?" She shakes her head negatively; "It serves me right for being in such a damned hurry. I totally rammed into some tourist and bit his head off in the process." She gratefully takes the glass of ice water the blonde offers, taking a long cool sip then raises her glass in a mock toast: "This is to Karma, my Lord and Master". Chelsea chuckles as she takes the sandwich order, and then wanders off to the next table. "You've got the name wrong, little one. It is not "Karma". I've told you my name once before." The voice came from the table behind her. She froze, holding her breath, until she started to visibly tremble. His chuckle left no doubt in her mind who it was. She moved to turn around, eyes wide with shock until she heard the chuckle fade and a stern tone "Don't even think of turning around. You will not look at me until I say you have earned the right." She took a quick breath to speak, and he cut in icily "Nor speak. Your foul language and rudeness has assaulted the air enough for one day". Instantly, her face reddens with embarrassment, then anger. She tries to speak, opening her mouth to speak her mind, the mix of shock, rage, and pure disbelief. Instead, she sits there as one without a tongue, stricken mute. Was it fear? Of what? Of him? Her mind is in a complete riot. The waitress returns after minutes of silence dragged by. "Hon, you ok? Here's your tuna salad on rye, extra pickles". Before she lays the plate down, he walks up and stands behind Suze's chair, spreading his large hands across both of her shoulders, caressing in a familiar way. He says, "We want her food to-go, please. Add it to my tab." He winds his fingers into the back of her hair and threads them into a firm grip. Chelsea looks to him then back to Suze, confused. In a calm, assured voice Suze answers "Yes, that would be great", giving her a practiced LA smile. With a quick nod, the blonde removes the plate and heads into the kitchen to wrap the sandwich up. His hand in her hair does not slack its hold. The heat radiates from his body and his scent assails her senses, making her eyes flutter closed and her heart melt. She sighs softly "My Master..." He snaps her head back a few inches. Instantly she knew she was not given permission to speak. Pulling her head back to rest on him, before she could look up at him, he commands in a quiet emotionless voice "Eyes closed or lowered, you are not permitted to look at me until I say. Clear?" Swallowing hard, she nods and pinches her eyes closed. A deep chuckle rose in his throat again "Behave, little one, if you appear scared, surely you will arouse suspicion. This I believe would cut my visit a bit shorter than it already is. Besides, knowing you" he leans in closer inhaling her scent, "that isn't what you would prefer to arouse, is it?" She inhales quickly and her body is ravished with a shiver, sending her nipples to high, tight peaks, quite visible through her white tank top. A blush rises again to her face as she hears a barely audible grunt from his throat, knowing he has seen her body react. He moves his right hand down her shoulder, following the ribs of the thin cotton material of her top, caressing lower still. She tries to shake her head no, to speak it, but only manages a soft moan as his large hand captures her right breast. Cupping it firmly, he pushes it in, lifting up as if weighing it. Then he pushes her head down, her chin to her chest. "Watch," he commands. She opens her eyes and sees what she's imagined for years now, her breathing coming in short gasps. Well-manicured fingernails at the tip of impossibly long fingers, strong firm hand, possess her. The full, round breast fits his hand perfectly. The uncomfortable cough of the waitress interrupts the intimate moment, sending a bright red blush to both of the women, as it's obvious that he has zero intention of removing his hand. Instead he hands Chelsea his credit card with his left hand, while his right hand turns in and he begins idly flicking the hypersensitive nipple with his thumb. She disappears quickly, but Suze feels the hot stares of the other people seated at the restaurant, hearing a few chuckles from the table across the aisle, full of young men. She grits her teeth and tries to steel her nerves and calm her body, blowing puff of breath through her teeth. He chuckles again and begins to play, bouncing her breast in his hand. Suze turns her face to the side, looking out to the ocean several yards away, crumbling inside and dying of embarrassment. Suddenly, his face is down by her ear, whispering "Don't escape this in your mind, slave. You will be here in the moment with me, as I please. Your body is mine as you are." He releases her breast bringing his hand up to her throat, fingering the choker she has worn for two years. He pulls away and tilts her head further to the side to look at it. "Mmmm, this is the collar, huh? The one I never ordered you to wear, but you wore it on your own, hmmm girl? He hooks a long finger under the worn leather, caressing its softness. "You think you are not mine?" She hears his smile and blushes again, knowing he is pleased. She smiles, and then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, as she fights with wanting to speak. He keeps his index finger linked under her collar, and brings his thumb up to caress the dimple in her cheek. He murmurs something in an unknown tongue then pulls her up by her collar out of her chair to stand. He towers over her and snuggles her under his left arm, leaning over to sign the receipt, thanking the waitress for her service. She fights hard with herself, trying to be obedient and avert her eyes, yet remain calm. Chelsea catches her eye as she leaves, and gives her a mouthed "Ohh my GOD!" and a "thumbs up". They leave the sidewalk café, and he leads her to the surf, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her body into his, and keeping his index finger linked in her collar. The sun behaves like a spoiled child, not wishing to go to bed, sending the sky into a riot of reds and a tantrum of purples. The color radiates off of Suze's skin, reflecting in her hazel eyes, giving them a reddish appearance. He puts his hand on top of her head and pushes her down. She drops to a kneel before him as if it was the most natural thing she has ever done. She blinks surprised at her reaction, her mind beginning to fight and protest, yet her tongue refusing to give it voice. He brings his foot up between her legs, lifting up the sarong she has tied around her. "Lose it, now". She opens her mouth, raising her head to look at him and says "But, wait... I..." Swiftly he snatches her hair and jerks her head down; she winces crying out softly in fear. "Unacceptable response, slave girl". Her trembling fingers reach up to her left side to where the sarong is tied. She works with the tight knot until the bright blue material comes loose and she pulls it off, laying it down behind her. He smirks seeing her black bikini bottoms "Ah, you had planned on swimming I see, pull off this top as well." She obeys; pulling the tank top over her head, then straightens her back and widens her thighs, displaying her body in a sudden rush of self-confidence. The power of a woman to use her body to distract the male is something she is keenly aware of. She centers her mind and draws strength from within, letting her beauty radiate in the fading light of the sunset. She tosses her head, sending her straight golden-highlighted hair shimmering in the soft wind from the ocean. She soothes herself, silently in her mind. Relax, Susan... nothing to fear, so he's broken the rule. He crossed over into your real life, something you swore you'd never allow. It's done. Be strong and only give what you wish to give. He slowly walks around her; all she can see are his long legs and his shoes, kicking up the sand as he moves in a circle around her. Standing behind her he gathers her hair up in his hand, lifting the silken tresses, leaving her back exposed. Suddenly she feels the bow of her bikini top undone at the neck, then at the middle of her back. Quickly she raises her hands to catch it, keeping her breasts hidden. "Hands behind your back, now slave". She tosses her head in a negative shake, knowing he is crossing another limit of hers. "You will stay here on this beach all night until you full expose my property for my eyes to see. You simply have no choice. I will indulge you with time only. And for this disobedience you will remove the bikini bottoms as well and kneel in a way so I may see your sex." In a calm, cold voice she replies, "I will not be arrested for public indecency..." her anger was evident. The venom in his voice was clear. "You assume I care of your fears. You assume there are still people around to see you. You assume I gave you permission to speak. You assume you are a slave as well I suppose." He pulls her to her feet roughly, her eyes sting with tears as she's pulled further down the beach. The noise from the boardwalk fades as people begin to close shop. The drum circle is abandoned and a trail of people leaving the beach, walking to opposite way of them, signals the end of the long day. The sky grows ominously darker and the chill in the air feels warmer than the chill in his voice as it echoes in her mind. Approaching some coastal rocks, he releases his grip, snaps his fingers and points to the sand below. He turns his back and walks over to the rocks, climbing a few feet up and settling down comfortably. She takes the opportunity to take in his features while his back is turned. Her motions freeze as she finally sees his towering height, his cropped short dark hair framing his strong, chiseled features of his face, strong neck, impossibly wide shoulders tapering down to his waist then a length of leg she's never seen before. Not a beautiful man, but one whose form dared your eyes not to stare in awe. "Why are you standing and blushing, slave?" before those words we out, she has slipped out of her bikini bottoms. Still leaning over, bending over at the waist, facing him, staring at the ground, she answers: "I.... I thought you wanted me to... strip..." she struggles to back peddle from not kneeling immediately. "And I cannot do so... kneeling.... M... Mas... ahh... Master...." She drops her head, letting her hair cascade over, and then she lets her top fall to the sand below as well. Slowly, she inhales, falling to her hands and knees, still hiding her body in a last rebellious act of shyness, and loathing being naked and exposed. Not wishing to try his patience, Suze steels herself, widening her stance of her knees, then pushing her torso up to kneel properly, thrusting her chest out, sucking her tummy in tight. Her head hangs forward and to the side, slightly, her hair still covering her breasts. "Tsk tsk tsk" he intonates. She took the sound to mean displeasure with her body, and instinctively shuts down, thighs closing slowly, shoulders rounding, arms coming up protectively. The tears begin to stream down her face, the emotional shock of the entire day, the surprise, the overwhelming desire to crawl to him and wrap her body around him seeing if he was real, that this wasn't another cruel, empty dream. He allows her time to recover but makes no move to comfort her, even though it's very apparent she's breaking down. He inhales slowly, as if summoning the patience of the gods. Her body wracks with silent sobbing. Witnessing the slow descent of her submission is what he's doing, no more hiding behind walls; this was reality. He sits back and lets her fall, offering the only thing she has had for all this time: his voice. "Shhhh... little one. Calm yourself. Be what you are to me. Show your Master, what you are," he says in a low voice barely audible in the evening breeze. "Look up to your owner, now". The world begins to spin slowly as hazel met the deepest dark brown. The wind blows across her nude body, lifting the golden strands away from her achingly full breasts, whose nipples so painfully erect and sensitive, begging for is hand again. Those eyes hold hers captive, and then they release her to examine her ripe, curvaceous body. Naturally, she reopens herself to him. His piercing gaze is a tangible caress across her skin, she drops her head back, staring up to the vast sky, feeling her sex prepare for his penetration, be it his stare or whatever he wishes to do to her. A soft moan escapes her lips as the pleasure slave awakens from her slumber. She leans her body back to the sand, lying back down on her shoulders, with her hair wildly splayed over the white sands; she presses her feet into the sand and lifts her hips up. Obediently, she opens her thighs for his intimate inspection, feeling the cool night air lick up across her wet, swollen sex. His eyes are such a real touch to her; she reaches one hand down across her trembling belly, over across her hairless, delicate mound to cover her sex momentarily, only to slide her fingers apart, parting those tender, pouting lips. Insomnia's End A moan of need is liberated from her lips as she felt a newly formed drop of desire trail its way down across her perineum, following the natural path into the hidden shadows of her ass. His voice is much closer now; she flinches as he was standing directly over her looking down. "What are you, Susan?" She dips her finger into the soft well, catching another fresh drop of pleasure. Bringing the finger up to her flat belly, she draws across her skin. Watching her motions curiously, he stares hard as she spells the word "Y-o-u-r-s" on her belly. Her eyes are nearly closed; her long lashes kissing her high cheekbones, as she stares at him, seeing if she was pleasing. Her voice, husky with desire, pleads up to him, her admission "Your slave, my Master." With lightning speed he steps over her body, straddling her hips, he stoops down and without warning, slams his middle finger into her sex. As she goes wild with a writhe, crying out in surprise, he grips her collar with his other hand, yanking her head up to his face. His eyes are midnight black as he growls, "Yes, mine. Mine to do whatever I wish, be it leave you on the other side of the world, in this place, alone and crying for me nightly." He withdraws his finger and brutally adds his ring finger to join his middle finger into her tight, quivering pussy, slamming it inside, to the last knuckle. Continuing, his voice takes on a quieter ragged tone, "Or to invade your life, and take that which I desire." She writhes and bucks beneath him, out-of-control, whimpering, and gasping for air as her body whips up to a climax. His grip on her collar cuts off her air slowly. Seeing her face redden, feeling her tight slave hole clutch to his fingers, he grins carnally. "Just as I had imagined... responsive, tight..." he begins to thrust his fingers in and out rhythmically. Her hazel eyes roll back in her head as her climax climbs higher. "You like your Master's touch, do you... slut?" "Please... yes, my Master... yes" she cries out like an animal, barely coherent in her speech. "Please what?" he growls. "Oh god, please ... never... stop touching your slave... please let her .... Please... oh god..." Her body begins to convulse out of control. He frowns at her, seeing her lose control so soon after he penetrates her and with fingers only. Swiftly, he withdraws his fingers, and drops his grip of her collar. She falls back to the ground and undulating like a recoiled snake. A guttural noise escapes her lips as she gives voice to her frustration, yet he just chuckles and steps away from her. "You might be interesting to fuck. But, I am unsure if I wish to, considering your rudeness today. You should be writhing from the sting of punishment, not sexual heat." Then, he walks off down the shore. She lay there stunned and blushing from her toes to her head. Scrambling to her feet quickly, Suze dusts the sand off her flushed skin angrily and stomps off into the freezing cold surf, gasping loudly and the numbing water of the pacific splashing against her heated flesh. Suze forces herself deeper into the water, diving head first into a huge wave. Beneath the ocean she screams out her frustration, then surfaces and swims out further, her arms punishing the water, striking out against it, her teeth gritting hard against the cold, her mind screaming to go back in and warm up. But, she pushes herself further out to the surfing waves. Slowing her pace as her body's fatigue wins the battle of will, she stops and treads water for several minutes, rising and falling as the waves form up to rush into the shore violently. After a while, she looks back to the lonely empty beach and gets incredibly spooked. Pride aside, she swims back to shore and snatches up her sarong, wrapping it around her body, trying to warm up. She gathers the rest of her bikini and her bag, and then heads back up to the boardwalk. As she gets closer she sees him leaning against a palm tree in the fading light, watching her approach. Stumbling over her feet, she tries to gather her wits and regain her composure. But, he just grins at her awkward approach. She tries hard to read the look in his eyes. Does he like what he sees? She drops her head down and peers up through her long lashes, eyes raking across his body seeking for evidence of interest, arousal, a sign. He remains, as he has always been, a beautiful enigma, dwarfing the world around him with his strength. And this woman, approaching him, she feels so small, so vulnerable, so completely under his talisman. She is just as he liked her, on edge, ready to scream, cum or strike out and kill someone... or an interesting combination of them all. As she approaches, a few feet before him she surprises him by dropping to her knees in an obedient kneel. He blinks, glancing around to the people still strolling down the boardwalk, then back down to the girl below him. "She begs to speak, Master?" a soft submissive voice drifts up to his ears only. "Yes, girl?" "She begs forgiveness for being rude earlier today, with no explanation but the obvious. She didn't dream you would be who you are... and here." Then, she crawls over and caresses her face on his sandy Nike shoes, pressing her lips to the tip then moving to the other. He reaches down and pulls her up to stand close against his body, sharing his warmth. With his thumb he brushes the sand off her lips, tilting his head to the side he graces her with a rare smile, which causes her to gasp, eyes going wide. He leans down, putting his face near hers, stealing her breath. "You will not get off so easily little one." A huge tear slips down her cheek. He catches it on the tip of his finger and shakes his head. "Enough. It's been a long day. Come. I've been staying down the boardwalk here." He turns around to walk and she joins him, until he stops and points for her to wait. He continues walking, then motions for her to follow, several paces behind. Chewing the inside of her lip, trying to control her ire, she falls in step and follows obediently. I don't want this. I can just walk away now. He has no right to cross the line. I've been so obedient to him for two years out of my life. Am I ready for this!? Can I honestly trust him now? The wars rages on in her mind, as her steps slow down and begin to falter. His pace is unhurried, leisurely but she finds herself falling further and further behind. She breaks out into a trot to catch up with him, shouting... "Wait... please...wait up!" He turns off the boardwalk and disappears down a small side street, leading further into Venice. Suze finally reaches the street, rounds the corner and loses sight of him completely. "Oh... COME the FUCK on..." she yells in frustration. She turns to the cool concrete wall of the building and kicks her foot into it, stubbing her toe instantly. She howls in pain, forgetting she has sandals on. Tossing her head back she yells "WHAT A DAY I'M HAVING! FUCK!" A voice from down the alleyway answers back "Blah, blah, shut the hell up." She sees red and stomps over in the direction of the voice, hearing it come from behind a wooden fence. "Yeah?? No YOU shut up! Nosey bastard, it's called freedom of speech. I can yell all I want... AAAAAAAHHHHH". From behind the fence she hears the strange man say, "...lunatic..." then hears a sliding glass door slam shut. Then she hears the deep chuckle behind her. Large hands slip around her shoulders, and then she feels a "click" on the O-ring of her collar, where he attaches a leash. "This is the only way I will have to keep track of you, little one?" She turns around and looks up at him, bewildered, opening her mouth to ask. He leans down, gripping her face with both of his hands, staring at her hotly. Her question dies off from her lips, as she feels her will evaporate into the evening air. All she sees is the impossible depth of his eyes, the slight arch of his raven brow, the strong bridge of his nose, the high angles cheekbones, the strength of his jaw with their muscles working furiously under the razor stubble, and finally those cruel cold lips. He winds his wrist around the leash slowly, tightening the slack, holding her with his silent gaze, until he has the leash completely wound tight, and he pulls it up painfully, cutting off her air again. The fear of the power he has, the strength of his hands, she quickly envisions those hands snapping her neck, or choking the life out of her. Her eyes go wide with panic, but he narrows his gaze, piercing her soul, shaking his head negatively. She feels the wall against her back as he moved her into the shadows of the alleyway. He takes her hands by her wrists and guides them up to his broad shoulders. Her fingers feel the taut wiry muscles, highly tense. He kicks her feet apart, letting go of her momentarily to quickly pull his cock out of his shorts. She instantly feels her knees weaken and that telltale ache deep inside her belly of desire, realizing he is completely aroused and ready for her. He never breaks off his stare as he takes his cock in his hand, bending down and moving the sarong aside, finding the soft skin of her bald sex, welcomed by hot slickness. He growls low in his throat then moves his large hands around and under her ass, the firm fingers digging trenches into her rear, lifting her weight up suddenly. She instinctively tilts her hips up and in, and closes her eyes, wincing for what she knows is coming, feeling his thick, swollen head pushing past the wet folds of her pussy. "Look at your Master" he growls through his teeth. She jerks head back, flashing her eyes open, pleading with them for mercy. But, no words find their way... only a guttural cry as he forces his entire cock into her tight, little slave hole. She shudders with the quicksilver pain that slices through her body, as he stretches her delicate walls with his girth. The pain is married with the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. Her tiny nails claw into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Without warning, he crushes her against the wall, pushing his cock impossibly deep inside her and grinds. Staring at her hotly, "You... are... mine." His weight slams into her unforgiving, yet all she can do is bear up and take this. Still shaking from the initial shock, her body finally catches up in a flash fire of passion. Her pussy clutches tightly around his engorged cock. Frantically, her legs wrap around his waist, holding on. The world disappears; she stares into his eyes falling into the depths, feeling gravity lose its grip. This brutal moment of possession, frightening in its violence draws the savage beast from within, as his cock draws more wetness from her surrounding sheath. He drives into her, whipping back out then driving back in, each thrust more brutal than the previous. He feels the trickle of wetness winding a soft, sweet trail down the base of his cock, caressing his balls, now tightening ready to unleash all that he's stored up for this slave girl. Suddenly, he smirks as he feels her uncontrollable contractions on his cock. Staring into her hazel eyes, he snarls, "Beg for it now, slave". Immediately she pleads with pathetic sweetness, "Please... I beg ..." Her eyes lose focus, rolling back in her head as her body completely loses control, her climax sending her body into convulsions as he drives her over the edge. He grits his teeth, slamming and holding himself deep in the recesses of her slave body, halting all motion. He snarls in her ear... "You do not have my permission to cum. Hold it now!" He reaches one hand from under her thighs and snakes it around her throat, gripping her collar tight "Do not make me repeat myself". However, in her ears was the roaring ocean of her pounding blood. Words held no meaning; she was going on pure animal instinct with no rhyme or reason. Cutting off her oxygen only sent more endorphins rushing through her senses. Suddenly, white light bursts from her body as her uncontrolled orgasm rapes her nerve endings. He frowns torn between being angry at her disobedience and the sheer erotic pleasure of her loss of control, clutching on his cock, milking it, seeing her succumbing to what she is. He groans low and begins to pump through the near painful contractions on his cock, riding through her waves of pleasure. His hand drops from her throat and she gasps loudly and a ragged scream emits from deep in her throat sending shivers of pleasure up his spine urging him to slam harder into her, pushing his own orgasm to the edge. He continually drives further in, allowing himself to lose it, between breaths saying "Good girl... take your Master's cock, and beg for this seed." Her passion-ravished voice drops to a softer deeper tone "Girl begs for your seed, my Master... pleading for you... to fill her slave belly... She needs..." all of this said while being punctuated with his incessant thrusting, body being nailed to the hard cement wall. The moment she feels that telltale swelling deep within her, her climax peaks again, paralyzing her body waiting for his moment of release. The labored breathing in her ear, becoming a steady growl in his throat, the pulsing at the base of his cock, her body so attuned to his, instinctually tilts her hips forward to receive. And receive she does, as he unleashes a flood of warm, sticky seed deep within her, in a series of spasms. The very filling of her depths sends her over the edge again, clinging to him tightly, crying out, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, the ultimate submission of a slave to her Master. Insuppressible cries choke out of her throat as she adheres to him tightly. After the orgasm, her body still twitches uncontrollably around his over stimulated, spent cock. He holds her trembling body to his, wrapping her into his embrace, wincing as he rides out her automatic spasms. He kisses her upturned face, tasting her tender tears, reveling in the intimate moment, inhaling his property's scented hair, soft skin sheened with the sweat of passion. With the gentleness surprising from one of his stature, he pulls out of her slowly and lowers her to her feet. Fighting with the vertigo, she continues to cling to his arms for support. He leans down and kisses the top of her head "Good girl." Shivers rack her body again hearing his praise and approval. He runs his hand over the top of her mound, cupping her sex possessively, ordering "Hold my seed inside you, slave. Do what you can to keep it inside of you as long as possible." She blushes madly, knowing what he asks is incredibly difficult. She nods silently. He sighs, then she corrects her mistake "Yes, my Master". He flashes her a quick grin and smoothes down the sarong, covering her modestly. He retrieves the chain that is linked to her collar and he wraps it around his hand, leaning back up to his full height, towering over her. "Let's go little one." The walk down the alley to the beachfront condo he has rented out was short, thankfully. Chapter Three "In the world there is nothing more submissive and weak than water. Yet for attacking that which is hard and strong nothing can surpass it. " -- Lao Tzu The temperature of the shower had to be scalding hot to make this much steam. Suze enters the spacious bathroom soon after he summoned her. She had spent the past 30 minutes waiting patiently, kneeling on the cool, tile floor of the apartment while he handled a phone call. She looked around the small studio apartment he had rented for his holiday, nothing more than a California king-size bed dominating the room facing the open French doors leading to the balcony. The recessed lighting made the room glow in soft earthen tones. Above the vaulted ceiling was a remnant from the past, an old extended ceiling fan, spun in lazy circles, drawing in the cool night air. Non-descript furniture was placed for practicality around the room, with minimal decoration. The focal point was definitely the bed and the view of the ocean, making Suze darken in color again. Around the corner in the small kitchenette, he stands speaking in his native tongue on his cell phone. The voice is completely hypnotic to her ears as she tried to ascertain what he was saying. After hanging up, he passed by her as if she wasn't there and stripped off his clothing and headed in to the bathroom. Finally she was called into the steamy bathroom, where he stood over the sink shaving. She quickly kneels; gasping audibly seeing is full naked form. She began to squirm uncomfortably, blushing again, looking away. "Surely you are not uncomfortable seeing your Master naked, girl" he says in a derisive tone, shaking his head. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, fighting to control her body, she winces hard, far to embarrassed to tell him what was wrong. As soon as he turns to face her directly, her common sense outweighs her inhibition and she blurts out in a heartbreaking voice "I cannot hold it in any longer, Master." A soft, murmur of acknowledgment rumbles in this throat "Mmmm" as he bends down, reaching his hand down under her sex again. She gasps as she feels the erotic mixture of their sex begin to flood out, pooling into his palm. He lifts his palm up to her face, staring into her eyes, waiting to see what she would do. She stares back unsure of what to do... hoping he doesn't expect her to... But, she knows, yes he does. She inhales deeply, holding her breath, praying not to get sick, never having done this before. She leans over and begins to lick the warm fluid in his palm. Working diligently, licking up every last remnant, swallowing obediently, she finishes cleaning his palm and finally steals a look up to his eyes. Stricken mute with nervousness she prays in her mind Please... please let that be what you wanted... Wordlessly with an unreadable expression, he runs his palm over her cheek, then across her forehead. He rises up to stand; she catches sight of his erection, growing beautiful and proud. The shower door rolls open, revealing an oversized tub, pristine white. He steps into the steaming hot stream, and snaps his fingers for her to join him. With a bar of soap placed in her hands, he nods to her then watches. She soaks her hair with the water from the stream, blinking the water out of her eyes then she takes the length of her hair in her hands and uses the soap, making a rich citrus scented lather. She leans into his body pressing hers close, hugging him, and then she takes her hair and begins to wash his body. He sighs and leans into the tiled wall, relaxing and enjoying the attentions of his slave girl. She works her way, massaging in slow circular motions, taking her time and being thorough. Reaching his hips, he notices that she avoids what is obvious reaching out for her touch and begins to wash his long legs instead. The sight of his beautifully drenched slave girl obediently caring for her Master so well, stirs a fire in his body. So, he reaches back and turns the water's spray down a bit. Taking her by the shoulders, he pushes her to kneel against the back of the shower. "Look up at me, slave", with left hand supporting his weight against the wall behind her head, he takes his erection in his right hand and begins to trace the features of her lovely upturned face. Rivulets of water trail down his body, towering over her and she finds herself awestruck with the moment. Unthinking, her mouth naturally opens as if to beg a taste, to be fed by her Master. He traces her lips with the head of his cock, squeezing the tip gently until a perfect drop forms. "Give me the tip of your tongue girl, you've been good," the tenor in his voice echoes around the enclosed space of the shower. The rose colored tip of her tongue snakes out obediently. He notices the rise and fall of her breasts, the slight flare of her nostrils as her rate of breathing increases, watching the signs of arousal, carefully learning his girl. An electric jolt shoots through his nerve endings as her tip meets the sensitive tip of his cock. He groans in pleasure, allowing her to hear the effect she is having on him. Insomnia's End At the first taste, she moans in pleasure, sending her hot breath across the length of his cock. Shivering hard hearing his evident pleasure, she looks up to him, moving her lips around the head of his cock, murmuring softly into his skin, in a pleading voice, "Please... my Master, please let your slave girl pleasure you with her mouth." In a strangely quiet voice he commands "Do so, now. But, be prepared, I'll indulge your curiosity and gentle attentions only for some time, then I will fuck the taste out of your mouth." She shivers hard, gasping at the forthright, blunt way he puts it. She pinches her eyes closed hard, trying not to be scared and to just live in the moment. Leaning her head to the side, she begins to kiss the underside of his swollen cock, letting it rest on top of her face as her tongue traces the pulsing veins, weaving their way down to the very root of him. She nuzzles her lips against the junction of the base of his cock and where his balls drop beneath. Using her tongue, she gently tickles the skin here, running her wet tongue in circles, then pulling back a small way and blowing a cool jet of air. She hears his soft chuckle in response and sees his balls tighten closer to his body. She uses her tongue to kiss her way down, pushing her head up under him, opening her mouth and sucking one ball gently into her mouth, massaging up and in with her tongue. She moans softly in a sensual tone that sends vibrations to his very core. Her eyes flutter open and he is staring down at her, his dark eyes narrow in a hard look that sends a shiver through her senses again. She continues her sucking and gentle massaging pressure on the other one, in her mind imagining the seed readying itself to eject all over her face. She blinks her eyes closed, being shocked of where her mind is going. He watches her facial expressions, reading them like an open book, sensing her erotic thoughts she does not give voice to. It will take time, but he will learn everything there is to know about this girl. He reaches down to caress her face, bringing his hand up under her chin. She pushes her tongue up between his balls and draws it slowly back lower behind them. He lifts his foot up to rest on the side of the tub, giving the curious girl more access as he stares, seeing her disappear between his legs. He feels a shiver as her tongue pushes into the soft skin of his perineum then trails back to rim around his asshole. She teases him running her tongue in circles, feeling his thighs flex in a pleasured response. A deep groan of pleasure resonates around the room as he takes his large hand in her wet hair, pulling her back to face his cock. She blushes madly thinking she did something wrong, when in reality it was all the teasing he wished for. He indulged her enough, time to take her mouth. He pushes her back, "Open your mouth girl... and catch your breath, it's time now." She opens her mouth, offering her tongue. He takes his cock and slaps it against her tongue then nods to her wordlessly. She wraps her lips around his head, sucking it in with a moan of pleasure arising from both of the lovers, swirling her tongue around like a passionate French kiss. She teases the tiny hole for more precum then sucks him in deeper in her mouth, pressing her tongue up into the underside, dragging it forward and squeezing another few drops of that nectar out. He shakes his head in wonder, seeing her do this only with her mouth. Her moan of pleasure of his taste sends his hand back down to caress her face, pushing her head back against the wall of the shower. He leans in pushing his cock in deeper suddenly and she's caught by surprise, gagging loudly as his thick head pushes into the back of her throat. He holds himself there riding out her gag reflex, seeing the panic in her eyes he locks his eyes to hers, shaking his head "no" and pushes in another half inch, nudging back and forth gently. He reaches down and caresses her tightly stretched lips with his thumb, as they near the base of his cock. "Good girl, hold it... see who owns you" he soothes. She cannot breathe and her face reddens, her mind screaming in panic as she fights for air. He just shakes his head again "Trust... I want that more than your body, girl. Relax, you have no choice." Before the room begins to swim, she feels him pull out slowly and she coughs loud and gasps for air, tears from in her eyes again as she's terrified. "You are mine, little one" he continues to stroke himself tracing his cock across her face while she composed herself. "Open your mouth now, deep breath." She obeys, and steels herself for the unknown that is to come, concentrating on the pleasure of this erotic encounter, feeling herself fall again over the edge, giving into him. He guides his cock into her mouth with purpose this time, straight in, savoring the thrill of the smooth roof of her mouth juxtaposed with the soft roughness of her tongue underneath. Reaching the tight back of her throat, he guides himself in long strokes not pushing past this part, teasing it. Looking down seeing his cock disappearing into the mouth of this beautiful collared slave he owns fills him with such carnal desire. He balances his weight on his feet, bending his knees and moves both hands to her head, nodding down to her. She takes a final gasp and stares back into his eyes and feels her body relax and give completely into him, feeling the throbbing manflesh filling her mouth, stroking long and harder now in intensity. A loud groan escapes his mouth as he grips her head and begins to fuck her mouth harder, both hands using her hair for a grip. She shivers hard trying to repress the gags when he forces himself deeper in the inward thrust, but his rhythm picks up the pace her tongue actually begins to tingle, stimulated with the stroking. Suddenly he pushes the deepest he has ever gone, she feels her nose pressing against his pubic bone, his hair tickling her nose. A ragged deep voice speaks down to her "Mine..." as her body begins to struggle against him. Her body and mind hold no doubt now, she relaxes and trusts him. He grinds in and out for a few inches, fucking her throat deeply, feeling his semen gathering and screaming to escape. He pulls back just as she's ready to faint from desire and lack of oxygen and shoves in and out a few more times, roaring with lust as he empties his seed deep in her throat. Another spasm shoots through him sending the last of his hot, sticky semen filling her mouth as he pulls out. She holds his seed obediently on her tongue. In a hoarse voice he orders "Show it to me" and she opens her mouth proudly displaying his cum smeared on her tongue. "Drink your Master down, slave", he watches as she pushes her tongue to the roof of her mouth, savoring his taste with a look of pure pleasure on her face, moaning softly "mmmmMaster" as she swallows it down. Instantly she blushes with her wanton act, she looks away hoping she was pleasing and fighting her own desire to cum, catching her breath again. He reaches down, sliding a finger into her heated slit then pulls her up to stand, murmuring "Good girl..." feeling her body react to those magical words. Her muscles tighten around his finger as she moans in pleasure, pushing into his hand, mind numbed with lust. She lifts her foot up to the edge of the tub, parting her thighs wider. He grins then removes his finger and suddenly with his open palm, slaps her pussy. Suze jumps and yelps out in pure shock, her body stunned with surprise. He just chuckles then slaps her pussy again, the sound echoing around the shower walls. The sting of the slap is so quickly followed by the hot flow of pleasure; she is wordless and left gasping for air. Feeling her wetness coat his fingertips again, he smiles down at her "You will wait, little one." He reaches over to turn the water spray back up on high again, then grabbing the bar of soap, lathering his hands, he begins to wash her body thoroughly, making sure his fingertips have touched and examined every part of this girl he owns. When he is done, he nods his approval. They both rinse off then pad out of the shower, wrapping up in big thirsty, white towels and head back into the main room. He collapses on the bed and she moves to join him until he stops her with a finger pointing up. With a flick of his wrist he points to the floor beside the bed. She halts her movements, a riot of emotions wage war across her beautifully expressive face. No... he is NOT going to have me sleep on the cold tile floor. His eyebrow begins to rise, seeing her hesitate, and then she removes her towel, turns her back to him, and then bends over slowly, tantalizing him with a view of her curved bottom. She bends lower still laying the towel on the floor, knowing her pussy is now peeking at him. She turns on her heel and drops down to a kneel, spreading her thighs wide then clasping her wrist behind her back, chest thrust out and tummy tucked in tight. Her hazel eyes, dancing with playful seduction stare boldly back at his lazy gaze. His look reads clearly "Unimpressed" as he pulls his towel from his body, then climbing under the navy blue sheets; he reaches over and turns off the lamp, sending the room into an inky darkness. He settles in comfortably, taking pleasure in such a simple thing of stretching his long, tired limbs. After several minutes of him sighing with the pleasure of the stretch his breathing begins to deepen. Suze stares in utter disbelief. That... son of a ... No he isn't falling asleep!! She clears her throat quietly at first, then several minutes stretch by again and she coughs louder. "Quiet down or you sleep in the bathroom, slave." Tears of pure frustration roll down her cheeks as she kneels by his bed. Her bottom lips trembles hard as she fights to keep her frustration completely quiet. She drops her head down, letting her long bangs completely hide her face as she struggles not to let him hear her utter despair. Sliding back on her rear-end, she pulls her knees up to her chest and buries her head into them, rocking herself from side to side, silently sobbing. Her mind cries out: How could he be so cruel, how could he take and take and take. Do I not please him? Am I ugly and disgusting to his sight? Did I say something wrong? Oh why the hell am I here, I should wait until he's asleep and just slip out the door. Fuck this shit; it's clear he hates you. Just go Suzy, get out before you are in too deep. Fresh tears pour from her eyes as she struggles with her breathing: I just want to make him happy, but it's impossible. Nothing I do is enough, nothing I say is enough. Then the realization dawns on her. She recalls him admonishing her long ago "Slave, if you want something, you must ask for it". She shudders again, racked with sobs, listening to her pride war in her mind: Haven't you debased yourself enough? Why do you have to ask? He knows damned well what you want! A small soft voice inside speaks up: Trust your Master... you are a slave. Obey your Master in all things. Swallow your pride and beg forgiveness, and plead to sleep on his bed, even at his feet. It is His will, his pleasure that you are here. If he didn't want you would you be here? She settles her crying then slowly lifts her head up to look to him. Illuminated by the soft moonlight coming through the French doors of the balcony, she sees him leaning up on one elbow looking down at her. He had watched her crying this whole time, waiting patiently. Seeing his eyes, she crawls over to him, dropping her head to the side of the mattress, pleading in her sorrowful voice: "Girl is so sorry Master for her foul language, for her rude behavior... and she pleads with all she is to ... to..." she stammers, then more tears stream down her face as she looks up, face wet with them and her runny nose. He reaches his right hand over and smooths the hair from her face as she blubbers "...to please... I beg to sleep with my Master? May I please?" He gathers her up into his arms, pulling her up on the bed then on top of him. She burrows her face into his wide chest and she lets all the frustrated emotion, pent up for hours and hours unleash, crying hard like a small child. He wraps his arms around her protectively, pulling the covers over both of them, kissing the top of her head and murmuring incoherently as she cries. Soon she is fast asleep. He lays there on his back feeling the slave girl cling to him even in beautiful sleep; he closes his eyes and finally loses his cursed insomnia, drifting off with a pleased, contented sigh.