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Into the Abyss

By: amazingrace1128



Rick’s night was, unfortunately, over. What was wrong with him? He just couldn’t find what he was looking for. There were lots of willing women here at Dante’s. After all, that was the purpose of a sex club – for willing partners to come together for mutual depravity. Depraved – that exactly the word for a club that catered to BDSM. Lots of eager flesh to bend to his will. Maybe that was the crux of the problem Rick mused as he sat in the bar staring into his brandy. How is he bending her to his will when she’s so willing? What’s submissive about strolling into the whip room and bending over the spanking bench? And when he slaps her quivering ass is he dominating her or is she domming him? Isn’t he just doing what she wants? 

They’d be sounding last call soon. The bar was all but deserted. Rick drained his drink, signed his tab, and was heading for the door when the couple walked in. She immediately caught his eye… young, definitely below legal drinking age. She must have a decent ID to get by Bruno at the door. She was certainly dressed for sex – too many buttons undone allowing a full view of full rounded breasts and even a hint of her lacy bra. Her skirt was long, almost to her slender ankle, but very snug over her round ass and slit well beyond mid-thigh. And, of course, fuck-me shoes…ridiculously high heels with tiny little straps securing them to her feet and buckling snuggly around her ankles. He wondered if she knew why that buckle aroused her so much.

 The fellow was only slightly older, probably barely 21. They both looked timid and a little scared. But it was the look in her eye that held Rick’s attention. This was an untried submissive unless he missed his guess, and he was rarely wrong about such things. She didn’t know what she was willing to do, but there was excitement in those eyes as she gazed around the richly appointed bar. As Rick watched, the younger man faltered, clearly out of his element. Probably recognizing that he can’t even afford drinks Rick thought as he approached with a friendly open look on his face. “Hello. I don’t think I’ve seen either of you here before?” There was a slight question in his voice, “My name is Rick.” Rick held out his hand to shake the younger man’s, careful to keep his gaze on the man – it wouldn’t do to spook them by betraying his interest the girl too soon.

Gratefully, the younger man extended his hand and said, “I’m Peter.” Almost as an afterthought he added, “And this is Patty.” 

“Welcome to Dante’s, or The Inferno as it’s known to members. Let me buy you a drink.” 

The gratitude on Peter’s face was obvious. Whisking her away from him will be child’s play, Rick thought. But he reminded himself to go slow, be careful. After all, he didn’t want to spook the prey too soon. She might be eager, but she was still timid. Keeping his eyes carefully on Peter he inquired, “First time here?” 

“Peter looked a little uncomfortable as he admitted, “Err, yes. I heard about it from a friend.” 

“So you decided to bring your girlfriend and check us out?” Rick’s tone was conversational, encouraging Peter to feel comfortable. 

“Oh,” Patty said, speaking for the first time. “Peter isn’t my boyfriend. We met tonight at a party.” 

Now that he had an excuse to focus on the girl, Rick drank her in. The skirt fell open as she perched on the bar stool exposing smooth skin. Her legs weren’t long, her pink tipped toes just reaching the rung of the stool, but they were beautifully shaped. Her nervous knees pressed tightly together. Her make-up had probably been pristine at the beginning of the evening, but she showed the unmistakable signs of one who had been thoroughly kissed and probably felt-up somewhere between the party and here. She wasn’t drunk, her eyes were clear and her pupils dilated with excitement. 

Rick allowed his eyes to slowly sweep her entire form. He did it slowly, deliberately insulting with his frank judging stare, lingering on the seam between her tightly pressed thighs. He examined her full breasts, smirking at the rigid nipples visible even through her clothes. When his eyes came to her face she was flushed, nervously biting her lower lip. She wasn’t insulted, Rick saw, she was excited. Hmmm, maybe this was the diversion he’d been looking for. He’d better sweep her out of here before one of the other letches around here spotted her.

“This probably isn’t what you expected from our little club,” Rick said his hand sweeping to gesture to the bar. This is the public area. Anyone can come in for a drink, but to see the rest of the club you must be a member or the guest of a member.” Rick’s meaningful look at Peter spoke volumes, although Peter wasn’t exactly sure what was being asked, he knew he would agree to most anything. He wanted very much to see this club. 

Peter had been wanting to see Dante’s for a very long time. He had overheard a friend of his father talking about it. It was a place for serious sexual players. A place with rooms…some private and some where you could watch people engage in all sorts of sexual behavior. Peter didn’t know what “all sorts” meant, but he desperately wanted to find out. He knew he’d need to bring a date. He’d understood that it was no titty bar, but a club where men took a certain sort of woman.

Peter thought he might have finally found that certain sort of woman. When they’d danced at the party, he held Patty too close for polite company, rubbing his aroused cock against her belly. She responded as he’d always dreamed. She snuggled even closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her boobs firmly against his chest. She subtly wriggled her hips, rubbing his erection.

When he suggested they get some air, she had followed him eagerly, allowing him to push her against the wall in a dark corner of the patio. Her mouth opened eagerly under his and she invited his tongue deep inside. Sucking his tongue, she encouraged him to fuck her mouth with his while his hands quickly roamed her chest eagerly squeezing her breasts. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” he asked, barely lifting his mouth from hers. “Yes, please,” she replied shyly meeting his gaze.

He had all but dragged her to the car. He hadn’t intended to do anything there…had every intention of getting her to a bed, but when he leaned over to kiss her and she opened her legs, how could he resist. Shoving aside the little scrap of lace his hand dug into her pussy, burying 3 fingers deep inside her hot slick cunt. She came almost instantly with her arms holding tight to his shoulders and her face pressed hard against his neck to muffle the sound of her orgasm.

Wow, Peter had never experienced a woman like this. He might have been only 21, but he’d been around a little. Never had he encountered someone so easy and so responsive. She just came all over his hand, just like that. As he held her still trembling body it occurred to him that she might be willing to let him do all kinds of things to her in a club. 

“So, he said hesitantly, kissing her gently and stroking her hair out of her face. I know of a place…a…a…a sex club he stammered. Really, she said, a sex club? What does that mean? 

Well, he said, I’m not sure exactly, but I think they have rooms where you can watch other people. Or private rooms where you can do whatever you want, he said in a rush when he could see that watching other people wasn’t appealing to her. If you don’t like it we can leave, but do you want to check it out?

And here he was sitting in the club of his dreams, letting some rich guy buy him drinks while he ogled the slut he’d picked up at a party. Life didn’t get much better, Peter thought. 

 “It’s a little late for a full tour,” Rick said as the bartender announced last call for alcohol. Rick didn’t intent to let his little quarries know that the club stayed open long after the public bar. He wanted a lot more control for this conquest. But he rather quickly walked them through the dining room, the gym, the pool area. As they stepped through the door, Peter in the lead, Rick placed his hand innocently on the small of Patty’s back…just a gentleman guiding her through the door. Then he allowed that hand to slide gently down the curve of her ass. Oh, this one had the curves. He felt her stiffen for just a moment then she paused and very gently pushed her ass back into his hand. She stood very still allowing his hand to roam freely around the firm globes. His fingers were inching their way into the crack of her cheeks when he saw Peter slow, becoming aware they weren’t directly behind him. Before Peter could turn, he slapped that voluptuous ass startling the girl forward. 

 Rick gestured vaguely to a door where other rooms were available for club members. “I’m sorry it’s too late to see the club itself, but why don’t we go to my place for a drink – it’s not too far.” He intended to sweep them right out before anyone could spot this ripe fruit and swipe her away as he was planning to steal her away from Peter. “Maybe, Peter, you’d like to drive my car.”

Rick knew that there wasn’t a man alive who could resist a sexy sports car and Rick’s Porsche wasn’t just any sports car, it was a 911 Carrera. He’d driven it off the showroom floor just a few months ago. “Cool man,” Peter responded on cue, “but hey, it’s only got 2 seats.”

“That’s OK,” Rick said, “we’ll park Patty’s ass up here on the console. It isn’t quite legal, but she’ll be OK for the short ride, won’t you sweetheart?” he asked. Here was the first test, would she refuse to ride illegally in the car?

“Um, well…I guess, if you want me to?” She asked looking up into Rick’s face.

“I want you to,” Rick responded firmly looking directly into her eyes. Standing very close in the light of the open car door, he could see her submissive little body quiver. Her mind may not have caught up yet, but her body recognized dominance. He would have bet everything he had, and that was plenty, that she was already wet.

“Put one foot on each side of the console. Peter is going to reach right between your thighs to shift.”

“That seems a little naughty,” Patty said. 

“You didn’t come to a club like Dante’s if you didn’t want to experience a little naughty now did you?” Patty dropped her chin and lowered her eyes in embarrassment. Peter looked startled, but stayed silent, allowing Rick all the control. Rick reached for Patty’s chin and forced her head up to look into his face. “Tell me now if you don’t want to continue he commanded looking directly into her eyes.” 

Although her face flushed with embarrassment, she whispered, “I want more.”

“Of course you do you precious little slut,” Rick said softly kissing her warm cheek. “Now Peter, I assume you want to learn about what happens at Dante’s, am I right?”

“Um, yes,” Peter stammered, “yes I do.” 

“Fine then, pay attention, the training is about to begin. Now Patty, there are some rules to our little game. Do you promise to follow the rules?”

“Um, well…I don’t… ” her voice trailed off and she looked at Peter. 

“It’s OK sweetheart,” Rick’s arms slid around her holding her firmly against his body.  His hand roamed to her breast and he gently rubbed the erect nipple so apparent even through her clothes. When she gasped he whispered his lips so close she could feel his breath on her ear, “You know you want this.” His hand slid between her legs gently nudging them even further apart. His fingers wandered up the inside of her thigh. “Don’t you want this,” he asked, stopping just short of her hot pussy?

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes darting around the dark parking lot.

“You might even like someone to see wouldn’t you? Someone to witness your humiliation? Isn’t that why Peter is here? You deserve this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

 “Then you’ll do what I ask?”

“Yes,” she breathed again, her head falling against his.

“Anything I say,” those incessant fingers trailing up and down her quivering thighs while the other began to worry her hard little nipple in earnest?

“Yes,” her voice was almost a sob now.

“Absolutely anything I tell you to do,” Rick insisted?

“Oh yes, yes, please yes. Anything,” she said as her hands came up to his face and her lips eagerly sought his. 

Rick rewarded her briefly with the kiss she sought. When next he spoke, his voice was all business, “Peter start the car, here are the keys. Patty, place your arm along the back of Peter’s seat. You may not touch Peter while he’s driving, do you understand?  Now your other arm goes along the back of my seat. You may grip the seat or my shoulder, but nothing else. Your arms stay up there. Tell me you understand. Good. Get on the freeway Peter and head east. I’ll tell you which exit when we get there.”

“Now, my precious little cunt,” Rick said nuzzling Patty’s neck and breathing softly in her ear. She stiffened at the word cunt, but didn’t object. Good, good Rick thought. “There are colors to our game. Red, yellow and green, just like stop lights, understand? When you say red, I’ll immediately stop what I’m doing.” To demonstrate he lifted his hands from her body and moved his head away from her face. She moaned and he knew she felt the loss of him in her personal space, and his point was made so he moved right back, one hand stroking her nipple through her clothes and the other stroking the inside of her thigh just below her panties. 

“When you say yellow, I’ll slow down.” To demonstrate, the hands stilled remaining in place, but not moving.

“When you say green… say green for me.”

“Green,” she breathed. And his busy hands resumed stimulating her luscious body. 

“When I say color, you’ll respond with one of those colors. Do you understand? Good, color bitch?” He demanded. 

“Green,” she whispered. 

“Excellent,” he replied and began to unbutton her blouse. As his hands made themselves busy with her clothes, he said, “There are a few more rules Patty, so pay attention. First, you will only call me sir. Do you understand? 

“Yes, sir.” she said. 

“Good. And most important of all, you must ask before you orgasm, ‘please sir, may I cum?’ If you cum without asking you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” 

When the blouse was hanging open, he simply pushed her bra up and allowed her breasts to be free underneath. Now his fingers became very insistent on her nipples, pinching, pulling and twisting. “Ahh,” she moaned.

“Color,” he demanded.

“Green,” she breathed. At once his fingers became stronger pinching harder, pulling and twisting with more intensity. Patty’s breathing quickened and her head rolled onto his shoulder. Her moans increased and became louder. “Hurts doesn’t it cunt?” He said softly in her ear. 

“Oh yes,” she moaned.

“But you like it don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned again. 

“You see, Peter, she likes it when I hurt her – isn’t that true cunt?”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. 

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“ I like it when you hurt me,” she whispered. 

“Shall I stop,” he asked and released her tits?

“ No, no,” she cried, please.”

“Please what,” he demanded?

“Please hurt me.”

“Hurt your tits,” he asked conversationally?

“Yes, yes,” she cried frantically. “Please hurt my tits.”

“Like this,” he asked gently rubbing her nipples?

“No, no,” she cried. “Please hurt me.” 

“Beg,” he barked.

“Please, oh please sir hurt my tits.”

“Like this,” he asked increasing the pressure slightly? “Beg more.” he demanded. 

“Please hurt me, pinch, pull twist my nipples.”

“They are tits, whore. You will only call them tits.”

“Yes sir, please hurt my tits, please sir, give me the gift of your pain.”

“Ah, now you understand. Excellent my precious slut,” and his fingers began to torture her tits in earnest, pulling and twisting…pinching until she was writhing, panting and moaning. “Take the next exit Peter,” Rick said before he covered Patty’s mouth to swallow her cries. “Remember that you must ask,” he reminded her as he continued to work her tits hard. Are you going to cum?” He knew she was very close, but wasn’t sure if he could push her over with just nipple stimulation. He didn’t know very many women who could come from just tit torture and he truly hoped he had found one for himself. He began to fuck her mouth with his tongue, pushing deeply hungrily into the back of her throat to stimulate her even more. He pushed her demanded that she take more…give more. 

She began to writhe harder tearing her mouth from his to shout, “please sir, please may I cum?”

“Cum,” he commanded. “Cum you bitch. Cum harder. Cum for me my precious cunt.” His language seemed to egg her on. He knew it would, knew that she needed to hear him degrade her…call her filthy, nasty names. With each cum, with each bitch, with each whore she bucked harder making it difficult for him to maintain his grip on her tits. But he didn’t let up, continuing to pull and twist while he called her every nasty name he could think of, whore, cunt, bitch, slut…until finally she began to slow. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close. He was very proud to see that although she had one arm wrapped around his neck, the other remained on the back of Peter’s seat. 

He petted and praised her, speaking softly into her hair as she quieted. When she was still, he told her how proud he was of her. That she had followed all his instructions, her arm even now still resting along the back of Peter’s seat. That she had cum just from tit torture that he hadn’t even touched her pussy, but he promised, he would. He gave Peter a few directions, right here, left there while he continued to stroke and to praise, she was such a good whore, the best little slut in the world. Then he pushed the button for the garage door opener. 

When the car was parked and the door closed Rick stepped from the car. As he turned to assist Patty he said, “Now my beautiful cunt, you will need to take off all your clothes before entering my house.”

Into the Abyss Ch. 02



Her mouth dropped open in surprised astonishment at such an outrageous command. He smirked inwardly, but reached out a long finger and pushed her chin until her mouth snapped shut. Looking directly into her frightened eyes, his voice took on a low and commanding tone. "You will do this for me. If not, we'll get back in the car and return to the club and Peter's car." He said nothing else, but with calm assurance studied her face. 

Every thought was apparent on her young, guileless face. He could see her internal turmoil -- I'm not taking off my clothes in front of them right here in a garage she rebelled! Then you want to leave, her mind asked itself. I'm not leaving, she knew that much for sure. This is so exciting -- he's so commanding, so thrilling. Then take off your clothes, her mind suggested. That's just too humiliating -- I'd be SO embarrassed. Isn't that part of the thrill, her wicked little self asked? Slowly timidly she began to slip off her blouse.

"Excellent," Rick smiled patting her check in a thoroughly condescending gesture. "Place them neatly on the car -- careful not to scratch my finish. Oh, and leave on the ridiculous little shoes," indicating her murderously high heels. He turned and walked into the house, confident that she and Peter would follow. 

"Hurry up," Peter encouraged, grabbing her blouse out of her hands to fold it neatly. 

"You could help me," Patty hissed. 

"I am helping you he said," folding her skirt and placing it neatly on the blouse.

Rick slowed, aware of their whispered conversation and when he sensed they were about to enter the house began to stroll through the kitchen to the basement door. "Mind the stairs, they are quite steep." he instructed turning on the light. When Peter and Patty arrived breathlessly behind him he was unlocking a door in the basement. He winked over his shoulder and said, "This is my very special playroom." Patty startled as she heard the lock snick behind them. "I had it specially constructed when I bought the house. It's totally soundproofed behind all this lovely used brick." His hand traveled gently from her waist down her ass as he said, "you could scream for days, no one would hear you." The light was dim and had a red quality. He watched her eyes widen as she stared around his dungeon. He saw her gaze flit over the large dark cabinets, saw her shy away from even looking at the many devices that lined the walls, watched her scent the air, could she smell the well-oiled leather, the brandy...the fear?

Rick walked to a cabinet, removed something dark and came to stand close to Patty's trembling form. "Now, for the next lesson, extend your arms," he commanded. Patty obeyed and he locked thick leather bands around each wrist. He observed her reaction closely and was neither surprised nor disappointed to see her calm visibly. He saw her pulse rate slow, her breathing become slower and deeper, felt some of the rigid tension leave her body. 

"Do you see it Peter," Rick asked as he applied similar bands to each ankle. "There is something about the cuffs, even before they are hooked to anything else...I don't know if it's the smell of the leather, or the weight of the cuffs, or the tinkle of the metal loops, but something about them calms a true submissive. It's magical and totally beyond her control. Maybe her subconscious knows that she's in the presence of a true dominant and she can finally surrender." He looked into Patty's startled face and bent to gently kiss her surprised mouth.

"So Peter," Rick said walking to a pillar at the center of the room. "Bondage is an art. There are as many styles and techniques as there are Doms. We each have our favorite, but each situation calls for a unique approach. In this case, I'm looking for something that is firm enough to thrill our little slut without being too complicated. I'm also concerned about the fact that she's never been tied up before. Isn't that true my little cum-slut," he asked absently stroking Patty's breast. "I know she's fantasized about it, and we want to make sure it lives up to her expectations. We also want to be sure it's something she can sustain. I'm not sure how long she'll be up and she is, after all untried." Reassuringly he stroked the other breast.

It was so handy to have Peter present to talk to. He knew it infuriated and humiliated her to be spoken about as if she wasn't present. He also knew she was too terrified to utter a squeak. 

The whole time he'd been talking, Rick had been attaching a bar horizontal to the pillar. This was done very quickly -- his equipment was designed for spontaneous choice and everything he needed was always close at hand. He casually took hold of one of Patty's cuffs and hooked it to one end of the bar. Before she had time to mutter a protest, he had the other wrist hooked near the other end of the bar. Her arms were spread as wide as possible, but she was able to support her elbows on the bar. She tugged forcibly on each cuff, pulling hard with her arms and then the leverage of her body. Rick was pleased to see that she tested the bondage thoroughly as it saved him the trouble of doing it. "Wait!" Patty protested. "I didn't say ... I never agreed... I didn't mean..."

"Yes, my precious little CUNT," Rick spoke harshly over her complaint. "You did agree and I'll hear no more from you without permission. If you don't stop this whining, I'll have to gag you. Or maybe that's what you want," he purred stroking her cheek. She shook her head frantically, tossing her long hair back and forth. "All right, then we'll hold off on the gag for now. I'd rather hear you scream anyway," he said casually reaching for a metal bar. As he knelt at her feet, attaching the 2 foot rod to each of her ankles, he could see the effect of his comment. This naive little slut was wondering if she was going to get more than she bargained for -- more than she believed she could handle. He watched her struggle in earnest, trying to kick away from the spreader bar. He watched the dawning horror on her face as she felt the vulnerability, the exposure. 

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and to savor the moment. This moment was precious, when a woman realizes that she's in it for real -- there is no escape. And suddenly she's not sure she wants to go through with it. If she could just get away she'd run screaming into the night. She looked magnificent. Well, every woman in bondage looks magnificent, but this young innocent one especially so. Her breasts, so firm and so round, were heaving. But in spite of her fear, her nipples were hard little points that he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into. As her legs and hips bucked he knew that in just a moment he'd discover that her cunt was wet. Yes, he could smell her arousal. But it was time to calm her before she hurt herself.

He stepped close to her exposed and vulnerable form and embraced her. Wrapping his arms firmly around her trembling, heaving body, drawing her head into his chest. "Shh," he whispered in her ear. "You're all right. You're safe, I've got you. Nothing bad is going to happen. Do you believe me," he asked drawing back to look at her face? Slowly, tentatively she began to shake her head. "You don't believe me?" he said incredulously, smiling warmly into her terrified face. He gently kissed her trembling mouth. "Do you remember your colors," he asked? "Ah, now she remembers," he chuckled watching the calmness come over her face. "Color," he demanded. 

She took a deep and tremulous breath. Her voice was almost a sob as she became a willing participant in her degradation and humiliation. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she whispered, "gr...gr...green."

"I know," he replied. "Look how wet my whore is." His hand dipped to her cunt and he brought a slick finger up to her face. "Smell my bitch," he said holding the finger under her nose. Her face became even more flushed, although he didn't think that was possible. Her lips trembled in her mortification. "Taste my bitch," he said rubbing her own slime against her lips and pushing the finger into her mouth. "Suck it," he commanded. "Suck yourself off my fingers. I know how much you want it. You can't hide from me he said as she obeyed and tasted herself on his hand. I'll give you what you want -- what both of us want," he whispered as his mouth closed over hers. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. His hands fisted in her hair pulling her head back and trapping her mouth against his. His tongue invaded the softness, tasting the sweetness of her juices on her own tongue. He hammered the sweet space in a parody of intercourse -- fucking her mouth while she sucked eagerly, moaning and growling her need into his mouth. "Now," he said finally lifting his head from her eager mouth, "I think we can move on."

Peter stood off to the side, his expression hungry and greedy, his arousal painfully apparent in his pants. Rick felt no sympathy for the youth. He'd had his chance at this magnificent woman and he didn't know what to do with it. She might be young and innocent -- more naive really -- he didn't believe she'd been innocent since the first moment her tender young breasts began to bud on her teenage chest. She had an innate wisdom and Rick was sure she had tormented many a young boy while she searched for a man who would understand what she needed. Peter was just another of those tormented causalities who would be left in her wake. The difference is that Peter might have some clue after what he would be allowed to see tonight. Maybe he would have some idea of what to do the next time he had the good fortune to encounter such an amazing woman. But he would have to wait for the next one -- Rick possessed Patty now, Peter had touched her for the last time. And to show his gratitude, he'd show the boy a few more tips. 

Strolling to a cabinet, Rick flung the doors wide and expounded, "Whips, floggers, canes, crops, paddles...there are myriad ways to strike eager flesh...ways to punish and ways to arouse. And as with bondage, must be carefully suited to the purpose at hand." Peter's eyes bugged out as he beheld an array of implements. He'd never seen anything like most of them. "But tonight, given the virginal tenderness of her young flesh, and the location I plan to abuse, we'll use this lovely little toy." He chose a small black whip that had many small strands. He handed it to Peter who noticed that the thin strands felt rubbery, like PVC. "Hit your arm with it," Rick suggested. "Not much right? We could beat her ass, even her back all night with this little baby. She'd redden up a bit, especially with her fair skin, she'd certainly love the sound...he suddenly swung the whip and it whistled before landing firmly on Patty's ass. She jumped and squealed more from start than pain. 

"However," Rick continued walking around Patty. This same whip, when applied to the tenderest of sweet flesh," he allowed the tendrils of the whip to swirl around Patty's vulnerable tits. He knew this was actually a pleasant tickling sensation, but coupled with his words and the fear that he might strike her tender tits with the whip, Patty's already aroused tits puckered up even further and goose bumps erupted on her breasts. Rick swirled the whip over her ribs and along her belly causing her to jump and gasp. He allowed it to trail across her pussy and down her legs. Rick was watching closely and he didn't miss the sight of widened eyes and dilating pupils, nor the sudden pungent aroma of his excited slut. Rather sharply Rick struck back and forth on the inside of her tender quivering thighs, just below her pussy. When she gasped audibly Rick brought his face to her ear and breathed... "color?" 

He loves how hard this is for her, loves watching the war of her emotions and feelings playing out on her face. She could end it all, and she knows it. He is forcing her to participate in this depravity -- she can't pretend he is forcing her when he demands that she engage, agree, ask for it. And what is it? She doesn't even know what she's asking for, but he knows she'll see this through. And there is time enough for the rest later.

"Green," she spits out. Instantly the whip flashes against her tit striking the taunt, exposed vulnerable nipple. There is a flash of pain and her body responds by tensing and pulling against her restraints. 

"Again?" Rick asks. 

"Yes," she breathes and the other nipple receives its dose. 

"More?" he asks. Their eyes meet and he sees it -- the yearning he's been watching for. Without waiting for an answer, he delivers a flurry of strikes weaving the whip back and forth between her vulnerable tits -- striking just precisely on the nipple each time. He falls into a rhythm like a painter with a brush or a drummer with his skins striking right then left then right then left over and over and over again. She falls into the rhythm with him -- knowing what to expect, where to anticipate the blow. He watches her settle, feels the harmony, the synchronicity created by his attack and her response...his gift and her reception. 

Then suddenly he stops. She cries out in anger and frustration, "Ah...no please!"

He smiles a deep and satisfied smile and walks behind her. Drawing her tightly back against the pillar embracing her tenderly -- knowing that it's not tenderness she wants now, he feels her stiffen in his arms and turn her head away from him. He nuzzles her head and speaks quietly into her ear, "You love it don't you?" Stubbornly she looks away refusing to answer. "You can admit it to me," he whispers. "You can't hide anything from me you know." He secures the whip between their two bodies to free his hands and reaches up to stroke her tits...to torment the tender little buds with his cruel fingers. As he pinches and rolls and pulls her nipples she can no longer ignore him. Her head falls back seeking him...needing to somehow touch him. "Yes," he breathes. "Tell me. Tell me that you love it."

"I love it," she breathes. 

"What do you love? Do you love it when I tie you up? Do you love it when I beat your nasty little tits? Tell me what you love," he demands as his clever fingers continue working each nipple.

"I love it all she finally admits the words rushing from her mouth in a gush. I love it when you tie me up. I love it when you use your whip. I want to feel it all over my body. I love it that you're making him watch. I need...this," she continues. "I need you to do this to me."

"Do you want me to continue," he asks? "Do you want to me go back to beating your tits?"

"Yes," she explodes, "please yes." 

"Beg," he commands, triumph in his voice. This is the place! Now he has her. She is not just allowing, not simply participating, she is debasing herself, humiliating herself with a virtual stranger...begging him to use her in ways she doesn't yet understand.

"Please, oh please hurt me. Beat my tits, beat my body. Use me...any way you want...give me...give me the gift. Please. Oh Please, I'm begging you." 

"Well, since you begged so nicely," Rick quipped. He grasped the whip and brought it sharply up between her legs. It curled from her ass right up her cunt to her clit delivering a sharp and painful smack. 

"Ah," she screamed this new pain surprising and much deeper. Rick began to paint her ass with the whip. Knowing that it wasn't very painful, he put some muscle behind it swinging hard, loving the whistle and smack it made on her tender flesh. Occasionally he would aim a deliberate blow on her cunt reveling in her screams. He moved the whip up her back once again finding the rhythm getting in synch with her. Their breathing began to come together, each of her breaths a moan then a cry. His breath coming faster in tune with hers as he exerted himself...giving more as she took more...allowing her to soak it in. Slowly and deliberately he moved around her body, whipping her ribs and her stomach. Still giving her a deliberate slap on the cunt from time to time -- never breaking the rhythm...painting her body red with his whip. He whipped her thighs focusing especially on the tender insides whipping and painting his way around her body.

He deliberately saved her tits for last, slowly working his way back up her body until he reached her nipples. His rhythm stayed constant first right then left then right then left back and forth...back and forth...over and over again he continued. Her cries built and built until they were almost sobs. Her head lolled to one side and he doubted she remembered where she was. He knew she was very close to cumming.

Peter was enthralled, enamored, enraptured...a look of abject longing on his face. His cock was in his hand and he was stroking himself for all he was worth. Since she had mentioned that she loved the fact that Peter was watching, Rick decided to reward the kid and called him over. 

Without missing a stroke Rick said, "Peter, she's really close to cumming and I want you to push her over. When I give you the signal, move in and grab her cunt...find her clit and rub it for all you're worth...and hang on cause she'll buck like a bronco rider."

Rick stepped up the pace, faster and faster the whip swished through the air to land deliberately and precisely on Patty's tits. Harder and harder he beat her until each breath was a scream. Her body began to vibrate and Rick shouted, "Now Peter."

Peter went for her exposed pussy...Rick continued to beat the exquisitely tender tits a few more times as Patty began to shudder and spasm. Rick threw the whip aside, pushed Peter to the ground between her outstretched legs. "Don't stop," he commanded Peter who crouched on the ground rubbing the soaking squirting pussy as hard as he could. 

Deftly, Rick released the cuffs and lifted the still heaving and spasming girl into his arms. He carried her to the bed where he lay down still holding her in his arms. "Peter, release the spreader bar." Peter fumbled with the clamps and finally managed to get it off. "Now throw that blanket over us."

Rick gathered Patty as close to himself as he could wrapping his arms and legs tightly around her. He absorbed her shudders and spasms, stroking and crooning softly, petting and comforting. "I'm here, you're OK," he murmured. "I've got you, you're OK," he repeated over and over as she slowly quieted. When she could move, she wrapped her arms around him and burrowed even closer to his chest. She buried her face and he felt warm tears soak his shirt, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. "It's OK. I'm right here. I've got you," he continued to murmur stroking her hair and her back, petting and gentling her while she cried. 

Finally he heard her sniff and she raised her head. "I'm so sorry." she whispered. 

"Don't you dare apologize. These are very intense feelings and emotions we've stirred up here... and not just for you," he said." I'm not at all surprised that you cried. 

"Really," she sniffed? 

"Really," he assured her, gently kissing away her tears. 

"Peter, go to the garage and get Patty's clothes."

As Peter left, Patty gripped Rick even tighter, "No not yet," she stammered. "I want...I'm not ready...you haven't..."

"I know," he said gently kissing her wet face. "But it's time for you to go." He could tell that her feelings were hurt and he was sorry, but it had to be this way. He had to let her go and then wait for her to come back. There was a chance that she wouldn't...he'd have to take that risk...something much bigger was trying to happen here and he wasn't going to screw it up.

She sat on his lap on the way back to Peter's car. He had to hand it to her, she really gave it all she had. She could feel his erection under her ass and she squirmed and flexed, shifting and sliding doing her darndest to drive him crazy. Finally he pinned her arms to her sides and held her still quietly commanding, "enough!"




Into the Abyss Ch. 02



Peter looked so forlorn as they left him in the parking lot next to his car that Rick almost felt sorry for him, but not quite. The Porsche roared off into the night barely giving Peter and Patty a chance to call a hurried goodnight. All's fair fellow he thought as Peter vanished into the rear view mirror. You had your chance -- now she's mine.

Of course she was pouting -- giving him the silent treatment all the way home, speaking only to give him directions. She huffed out of the car the moment it stopped at the curb, slamming the door. He smiled patiently and leaned over to pick up her purse. "You'll be needing this," he said catching up to her on the sidewalk. As he handed it to her he slid his business card into the outside pocket. She coldly observed the card slide in just before she snatched the bag from him. "If you tear that up in a fit of temper, you'll never forgive yourself," he said and then pulled her close pinning her arms to her sides he lowered his head. She could have turned away, refusing him access, but he knew she wouldn't. Her mouth opened under his and their tongues warred with each other until she surrendered and sucked him into her eager mouth. He continued to ravish that mouth hungrily taking everything she gave and demanding more, pouring all of himself into those few moments in the porch light -- praying that it was enough. He felt her knees buckle and knew that if he didn't stop he never would. 

She was panting as he began to pull away. "No... wait," she began. 

He put his fingers gently over her mouth. "You have my number," he said. "Call me soon." And he turned his back and walked away. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his life and he could all but hear her little foot stamp on the sidewalk in frustration. She might be totally pissed off again, but she would call -- he was sure of it.



Into the Abyss Ch. 03



Rick glanced at the caller ID and smiled apologetically to the group seated around his desk. "I need to take this," he informed them. "Hi," he said warmly. "Do you mind hanging on a minute?" Eyes traveling over his people he announced, "I think we were about done. If you have any pressing questions, catch me later or shoot me an email." He heard someone mutter on his way out the door, "That must be some phone call, this is a big contract." He smiled to himself, if they only knew. But this was one of the perks of being the boss.

He picked up the phone, "Sorry about the wait. I'm glad you called." He had some idea of the courage it had required for her to dial his number and he planned to make it easy for her -- after all, she'd work later. "How do you feel? Any tenderness after last night? Are you sore?" 

"Um, no." She said quietly, "I'm OK."

"Good," he continued. "Listen, I know you have questions. But let me start with one, what did you like best?"

Her laugh was husky and self-derisive. "It's so embarrassing, I don't know how to talk about it. I felt so...so ...much...so overwhelmed."

"I understand. It's all pretty overwhelming at first. But what's been on your mind this morning. Don't think," he commanded, "Just say it -- first thing that comes to mind."

"Well...um...I guess..." He heard her take a deep breath, "OK, it was the whip. It was amazing." Suddenly the damn broke and words seemed to pour out, almost beyond her control. "I just wanted it, you know, more and more. I wanted it to go on forever -- never stopping. Something happened in my head. I don't know how to describe it...it was like my thoughts just shut off. There was nothing but you and me and the whip. I wanted to just stay there...to rest there. But that doesn't make any sense because I sure wasn't resting. My body was constantly moving -- what little bit I could move. But still somehow it was calming, soothing. Oh I don't know. It's so weird.

And when you whipped my pussy...oh my GOD! That hurt, I mean it really hurt. But it was so ...I don't know... HOT. I wanted it more. I wanted you to hurt me more and more...never to stop."

This was even more than Rick had hoped. He knew her submission was genuine and deep. He was very pleased that she had called this morning, thinking it might take days for her to screw up enough courage to contact him. But these words that were pouring out -- he was thrilled that she could and would tell him. She was describing sub-space. He was sure that she had experienced it, but never dreamed she would be able to tell him about it so soon.

"You wanted the pain even though it made you scream?" he pressed.

"Yes, Oh God yes. What's a gag like?"

Chuckling he replied, "Well, it's a little like the cuffs. When you're bound, you can pull and fight and struggle as hard as you want, but you can't get away."

"And I'm safe," she interjected.

"Yes," he replied. God...she was born for this. Did she see it yet?

"And the gag?"

"Well, with the gag you can scream as loud and as long as you want. You don't have to make any effort to control yourself. You can let it all go -- you can give it all to me."

"I give you," she said slowly "...what am I giving you? My power? My control? Myself?" I'm scared, she whispered. "I can't talk to anyone about this. What would I say, 'Hey, I met a guy last night. He's really hunky and I think he likes me. Thing is, he ties me up and beats me while I beg him to do it more. Oh and did I mention, it's sex. I guess it's sex, I didn't even see his penis. He never actually touched my va jj and I still came like a whore.' Can you imagine what my roommate would say? What have you done to me?" she cried.

"That's why you had to be mad at the end of the evening, he explained. This isn't abuse, you are totally free to choose. And Patty I promise, I will never hurt you. Listen, why don't we have a normal date? I'll pick you up, you wear a nice dress, I'll meet the roommate and we'll go to dinner. And we'll talk."

"Just talk?" She sounded appalled. 

He laughed, "Ok, we'll mostly talk. I'll think up a surprise or two just to keep you on your toes. 

They agreed on a time and he made her laugh a little about mundane everyday things. What kind of food did she like? What was her favorite restaurant? 

He saved it until the very end, wanting to leave her with a taste of domination. "Oh and Patty, shave your pubic hair," he said. Suddenly his voice was low and commanding. "I want you smooth as a baby's butt. I'll inspect thoroughly so do a good job." 

Then his voice was light and normal, almost like someone else had been speaking. "Bye honey, I'll see you at 7." He hung up without waiting for reply. 

***********

The young woman answered the door with a bit of a scowl on her face. Rick tried his most charming smile, "Hi I'm Rick. You must be Karen." 

"She'll be out in a minute," Karen said. "Have a seat. You want a glass of wine or something?" Her eyes were appraising -- not missing a detail.

"No thanks, I'm good," he smiled again, still trying to work a little charm.

"What are you, 40?" Her tone clearly said that she was appalled -- he was definitely WAY too old for her friend. "You know she's just 18. I know she's got that ID and everything, but GOD, you could be her Dad."

Ouch, he thought. "Actually," he said gently, "I'm 34, so I guess technically I could have been her Dad, if I'd been very precocious." Which I was, he thought, but I'm sure not telling her that.

"And is that an Armani suit? GOD! How much money do you have?" 

Huh, he thought. She says that like it's a bad thing. "Enough," he said quietly. It wasn't an answer to her question, but a signal that her behavior would not be tolerated any longer. "There isn't anything I can say to you at this point that will convince you, but you'll see, over time, that I'll make Patty very happy. Here is my card. It has all my numbers on it. You can even do a Google search of my company, if you want. This number," he said writing something on the back of the card, "is my personal cell. I don't give that to very many people. But you can call it anytime you want." The little watchdog didn't look very appeased, but it was the best he could do. 

"Karen?" Patty's voice spoke from just out of sight. Karen didn't answer, so Patty came cautiously into the room. Her eyes lingered on Karen's bent head. Karen didn't look up from the card, so Patty looked at Rick. He stood immediately reaching for her hands. He drew her close. "Hi," he said and gently kissed her cheek. Her hands were cold and trembling. No wonder her friend was concerned. 

He drew her to sit close to him on the couch, holding one of her hands on his knee. They both looked expectantly at Karen, who was still gazing intently at his business card. Interesting power shift, Rick noted. Apparently Patty already has a Dom in her life and he wondered about the depth of the relationship between the 2 girls. "Well, sweetheart, we have a reservation, so we should probably get going."

Karen looked up with a start and said, "Oh, yeah, you two have a great time."

Rick kept hold of Patty's hand and swept her out the door with a sigh of relief. He was happy that she had someone looking out for her, but that was just a little too much like "meet the parents" for his comfort.

"I'm sorry," Patty said. "She worries," 

"It's OK, I'm glad you have such a good friend," he said as he opened the car door for her.

"Hey, this isn't your car," she said in surprise.

"I have more than one sweetheart. I thought we might like a little more room tonight," he said watching her step gracefully up into the SUV. The full skirt of her sundress swirled around her legs as she settled into the soft leather seat. He noticed that the skirt was cut in a high/low pattern -- kerchief he thought that might be called. The longer portions reached below her knee, giving the dress a conservative look. But the short portions were more than mid-way up her thigh allowing a truer glimpse of the woman who wore the dress. The bodice fit her breasts snugly, but the flowered, gauzy material made it difficult to see that her nipples were aroused -- unless you knew just where to look. The thin straps would have showed a bra strap, if she'd been wearing one. 

As he settled himself behind the wheel of the car he leaned across her body. Under the guise of applying the seatbelt, he trailed his fingers across her breasts, just to be sure. "You're such a slut," he whispered and slid his hand under her skirt. "Did my little bitch follow instructions?" he asked sliding his fingers across the wisp of nylon that covered her cunt. "That's my good girl," he smiled rubbing her naked mons. Mindful that Karen was probably watching through the window, he didn't linger over the naked little twat as he would have liked. Instead he drew Patty's hand into his lap so she could feel his erection. "See how your slutty behavior affects me?" he growled as he pulled the car away from the curb.

*********

"Rick!" the maitre de greeted him heartily. "I have your favorite booth all ready for you. I'll have your drink brought right over. What would the lady like?" 

"She'll have a glass of your house Merlot." Rick replied subtly slipping a bill into the man's hand. He made a mental note to acquire her a better ID. Rick's favorite booth was in a dark corner. There was a long table cloth to afford substantial privacy, at least from the waist down. He directed her to the back center and then slid in beside her...very close beside her. Their drinks arrived immediately and Rick said, "Give us 30 minutes or so before we order, please." 

"Very good, sir."

"So," Rick began, sliding one arm around her shoulders while his other hand disappeared into her lap. His lips covered hers just in time to swallow her gasp as his fingers snaked unerringly to her naked mons. "The first thing you need to do is shimmy out of those little panties." At her shocked expression he chuckled and said, "No one will see you. This is my favorite booth for a very good reason. Hurry up," he commanded.

There it was again. He hoped she never lost the naïveté that allowed him to see everything she was thinking and feeling just as if it were written across her face. She did not want to do this -- it was just too humiliating. But the humiliation had so much power -- power to take her to that place. She wasn't sure where it was. She had only a glimpse of it last night. But as she leaned out to look into the dark abyss she wondered how deep it was and how far down she would go for him.

With more grace and agility than he expected, she managed to wriggle out of her panties. "Give them to me," he commanded. He rubbed a thumb over the crotch of the lavender nylon panties -- cheap little things, he'd have to fix that. "They're wet," he said derisively. "Look how wet my slut is. Touch them. Go on. Now smell your fingers." As she tremulously brought her fingers under her nose he said, "Smell, my cunt. I own that cunt now, don't I?" Slipping her panties into his jacket pocket, he grasped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "Don't I own that cunt? He insisted. 

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

"Good girl," he responded. "Now, isn't there something you wanted to talk about?"

"Um...well, yes." She shook her head a little, trying to allow rational thought back in. "Um, well...you see. Peter called me today."

This was not what he had been expecting. "Really," Rick said. "How did he find you? I thought you had just met at a party."

"I know. I didn't give him my number. He said he got it from one of my friends -- someone who saw us leave together. I was really surprised she would do that, but he told her that I'd given him my number but he lost it."

"What did he want?"

"Well...he said if I didn't do, um...certain things, that he would tell people about me, about us, about what I did last night. 

"Suck his cock...things like that?"

"Well...yes. I don't know if anyone would believe him. I mean...it's SO unbelievable. I've never even heard of anyone doing what we did last night. He did take me to Dante's, though. Do people know what kind of place that is?"

"Only members really know about Dante's. Do you have him on your caller ID?" Patty opened her cell phone and found Peter's call. Rick took out his phone and made a call. "Harvey, it's Rick Blair. I'm well, thank you. Listen I need someone put on the no entry list. His name is Peter Littleton -- very young, maybe 21, but maybe a false ID. Oh really. Excellent. I knew I could count on you."

"Peter happens to be standing at the door to Dante's at this very moment," Rick told Patty as he closed his phone, "with a couple of his young friends. Harvey is denying him entrance as we speak. That will make his story a bit harder to believe. 

Now, I think you need to relax with a little wine." Rick took a large swallow out of her glass and then leaned in to kiss her. As she opened her mouth, the liquid flowed in. It was absolutely the most delicious wine she'd ever tasted, but drinking right out of his mouth. It was so surprising...so intimate. "Take more," he insisted kissing her another mouth full. "That's right. You're such an obedient little slut, aren't you?" Very quickly, the glass was empty and Patty had no recollection of ever touching it.

Dinner passed in much the same way. She never saw a menu. Rick said, "The lady will have the Chicken Marengo and I'll have the grilled salmon. And keep the wine coming please." She did actually hold her fork, but she ate far more off his fork. He never allowed her to touch the wine glass, but she noticed the waiter refill it several times. His mouthful of wine was larger than the sip she would have taken and the few times she demurred, he simply lowered his voice, gazed intently at her and said, "Take more."

Rick ate with one hand, but the other never strayed from her pussy. He stroked her newly naked mons, slid his fingers along each side of her labia slipped down toward her vagina all the while avoiding her clitoris. His goal was to keep her excited and wet while still allowing her some control and decorum. 

However, his control slipped during the memorable moments while they waited for their entrees. He slipped a finger into her vagina and began to fuck her. Between the wine and her general level of arousal, she probably would have cum loudly proclaiming her release for the whole establishment to hear. But it was his favorite restaurant, after all. And while the wait staff might be perfectly aware of what happened in his favorite booth, he didn't really want everyone else to know. 

So when she began to squirm and pant he simply lowered his voice and commanded, "NO. Look at me. Stay right here. Don't look anywhere else only my eyes." Slowly he resumed the fucking motion holding her enthralled with the power of his gaze. One hand moved into her hair and fisted there pulling firmly. This gave her a little taste of pain as well as holding her head perfectly still. Her fingers dug into the upholstery, but she remained absolutely still for him. When he was sure of her submission, he increased the pace until he was fucking her deeply. When her pussy gripped and sucked at his finger he began using his thumb on her clit. While his fingers were busy fucking her tight little cunt, his thumb ground her clit hard against her pubic bone until her little body began to vibrate. He closed his mouth firmly over hers and commanded, "Cum. Cum like the whore that you are -- right here where anyone can see you." He swallowed her deep moan and tugged harder on her hair. Her body vibrated like there was an electrical current running through it, but she remained perfectly still and silent for him.

He was surprised when he raised his head and saw their meals on the table. It was rare for Rick to lose himself like that. There was something about this woman...The waiter made eye contact, but Rick saw no excitement, no judgment, not even a glance at Patty... just a calm assurance that Rick's secret was totally safe with him. If not for the slight tremor as the man poured more wine, Rick might have thought him a robot. Patty's reaction was not nearly as controlled. She gaped openly at the man and her face flushed a delicious shade of pink. Rick smiled and thought the man had certainly earned a generous tip.

Remembering her comment last night about making Peter watch, Rick was sure she was deeply aroused. Damn, it was so juicy. It was simple to humiliate her, she was such an innocent. The humiliation aroused her until just the smallest push from him had her behaving in ways she had never dreamed. That outrageously wanton behavior turned Rick on. He had forgotten what it was like to be this aroused. He had become so jaded by the casual way women threw themselves at him at Dante's, that he had forgotten what it was like to manipulate a woman like this. To get into her head and make her do what he wanted. And they were just beginning -- he couldn't wait to see where the journey lead.

When Patty proclaimed that she couldn't possibly eat another bite, Rick asked innocently, "Shall I take you home then, or would you like to come back to my place?"

"Please sir, I'd very much like to go home with you."

His hand abruptly shifted from the idle stroking of her cunt and focused once again on rubbing her clit. He said, "Does that mean you're willing to be my slave all night long?" 

"Yes, yes" she gasped.

"You'll do anything I want, anything at all."

"Yes, oh yes, please."

"All night long, slave"

"Please yes, anything, whatever you want."

"Very well then, call Karen when we get to the car and tell her you won't be home until morning."

*******

While they stood on the curb waiting for the valet to bring the car he suddenly grabbed her around the waist and swung her in a celebratory circle. "My God that was HOT," he said with his face close to her ear. "Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you were sitting there vibrating? I thought the poor waiter was going to cum right in his pants. I can't wait to fuck you. I have such plans for you...you gorgeous little fuck-slut." 

Her laughter rang out as he swung her around again. She was so happy to have pleased him -- so happy that he had "plans" for her. And even happy that the waiter knows what a whore she really is. People standing nearby smiled indulgently as he swung her again. Ah, the exuberance of young love.



Into the Abyss Ch. 04



Rick was still riding the high on the restaurant scene as they strolled into the house. But he'd also been thinking it was time for some conversation. So he steered her into the formal dining room and sat her down near the corner of the large table. He sat at the head of the table angling their chairs so they were facing each other across the corner of the table. He drew her hands to the top of the table so he could hold them in his own. He didn't seem to be able to keep his hands off her. 

Her expression was confused as she looked around the elegant, but normal dining area. He waited until her eyes settled on his and said, "We just need to talk."

"About what," she asked, willing but confused.

"Normally," he began, "when a dom and a sub come together, they negotiate some rules...set some boundaries."

"A dom?" she asked.

Realizing that this terminology about his lifestyle was unfamiliar to her, he slowed down. "I'm a dominant -- someone who becomes sexually aroused from bending another, a submissive, to his will. You are clearly a submissive -- someone who becomes sexually aroused by surrendering your will to another." He paused to watch her absorb his words...familiar words but with a whole new definition. He watched as she considered and agreed...watched her accept the label of submissive. Yes, she was a submissive. He watched her put it on as she might a garment in a dressing room...considering...did it fit? Did she like the way it looked? Then saw the moment that she not only accepted but embraced what she had known all her life -- she was a submissive.

"Then why do we need to negotiate?"

"D/s is only the beginning. There are tools that allow us to experience this power shift. They include, but are in no way limited to, sex, humiliation, bondage, pain, public displays...well the list is endless. Have you really never looked any of this up on the internet?" When she shook her head, he laughed and pulled his chair closer so he could touch her face. "You are such an innocent."

"I will," she suddenly asserted. "I'll learn everything I need to know about being a good...submissive," she tasted the word for the first time in her mouth, "whatever I need to know to make you happy."

"No," he commanded firmly, "no research, no websites, no chat rooms. I'll teach you what I want you to know."

"Oh good," she sighed wrapping her arms around his neck and allowing him to pull her into his lap. She curled there as content as a kitten. "I was hoping you'd say that." She began to nuzzle his neck, laying a stream of gentle wet kisses along his neck, slowly working her way up until she bit softly at his earlobe. 

"All right," he laughed, standing up with her securely in his arms. "We'll just have to discover your limits along the way." When he reached the door to the basement, he simply threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry keeping one arm secured across her knees. When she squirmed, he gave her ass a firm swat. "Be still, he commanded, "it won't do either of us any good to fall down the stairs." 

He set her on her feet outside the door to the dungeon. "Never," he said in his deep, serious voice, "do you ever enter the dungeon with clothes on."

"You want me to take off my clothes...right here?" 

He didn't reply.

She swallowed, took a deep breath and then turned her back to him. Sliding her hair over her shoulder she presented her back and asked, "Would you unzip me? Please sir," she added softly.

He allowed his fingers to caress the soft skin at the top of her dress. Then, very slowly, lowered the zipper his warm fingers sliding down the naked flesh exposed as the zipper traveled down her spine. All too soon the journey ended at the small of her back, just as it curved out toward her ass. Slowly his hand traveled back up her spine. This time he dragged his nails lightly causing her to shiver and goose flesh to erupt in the wake of his hands. When he reached the top, he dropped his hand and waited.

She turned gracefully holding the bodice against her chest. Looking directly into his eyes she slid the thin straps down her shoulder releasing her arms one at a time. She gazed at him for a long moment then released the dress and allowed it to fall to her feet. Her eyes fell along with the dress, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was entirely naked now except for her fuck-me shoes, strappy little sandals on absurdly high heels. She looked magnificent, a precious shade of pink, breasts swaying slightly as she trembled. 

He drank her in for a few moments then commanded, "Step back." She obediently stepped out of the pool of fabric encircling her feet. "Pick up the dress." She bent to retrieve the garment her breasts falling and her ass lifting high into the air. As she straightened he indicated a convenient hook and said, "hang it there." She spent a few moments hanging the dress. Zipping the garment and fussily arranging it as she might a precious gown in her own closet. He allowed her this time knowing she was remembering what had happened in his dungeon the night before...building the anticipation before they stepped through the portal again. She bent to unclasp the shoes, but his sharp, "Leave them," had her straightening. She simply stood with her arms at her sides and looked at him. He unlocked the door and gestured her in.

"Please sir," she turned to face him quickly, as soon as they were inside. Her face was glowing with excitement as she asked "may I wear the cuffs?" It was his habit to place the cuffs immediately on any sub who walked through the door. In fact, he stored them near the door for exactly that reason. And while he was pleased that she already showed an affinity for the cuffs he didn't want her to get in the habit of topping from the bottom and felt he should nip this behavior in the bud. Fisting his hand in her hair he pushed until her knees gave and she was kneeling at his feet. 

Making his voice as firm as possible he said, "I decide EVERYTHING that happens in my dungeon. Is that clear, bitch?"

"Ye...yes sir." Her voice was barely a whisper.

Lifting his foot he placed it very carefully on the bone above her breasts and pushed hard enough to knock her off her knees. Although he knew that he had very carefully not injured her. He also knew that she felt as if she'd been kicked to the ground -- which she had been. She lay there trembling in genuine fear now...not daring even to look up at him. "Now," he announced, "you must be punished."

"Get up," he said deliberately walking away and leaving her to get to her feet. He strolled to a cupboard and opened the door, pausing as he always did to absorb the aroma of well-oiled leather and to enjoy the sight of the neatly hung and arranged implements of his avocation. He chose a leather crop, one that was woven and had some heft. He knew this was a very thin line he must tread. He must give her more than she expected, but not more than she could tolerate. Since neither of them had any idea where that line was, he intended to be cautious. However, this was an important point. She could never be allowed, not even for a moment, be allowed to assert any domination over him. If she were, the dynamic would fail and she would search for another whom she could not dominate. He would never allow that to happen. He would hold her securely within her submission.

"You will not be bound as I know that arouses you and this is punishment. Come here," he commanded moving toward a table. It resembled a traditional massage table, with a padded top, but was equipped with variations. He chose it now only because it was handy and adequate. "Stand with your hips pressed against the table. Bend forward and stretch your body along the table top. Now stretch your arms out in front of you...nose on the table. Spread your legs ...further," he commanded until her torso lay in firm contact with the table and her feet were still firmly on the floor. The padded table top was cold, but he knew that wasn't the only reason she shivered. She knew that her ass was perfectly exposed and with her legs apart, she could feel the vulnerability of her naked and newly shaved pussy. He ruthlessly used her naiveté allowing her to believe he was genuinely angry. 

He didn't touch, but just admired. With her face hidden he could allow the satisfaction to show. She was magnificent with her ass offered up to him. And he was as anxious to hurt her as he was to make her cum. He knew that made him an unusual Dom, the fact that he enjoyed her pleasure just as much as he enjoyed her pain. He knew himself well and understood that the pleasure/pain aspect of play was secondary to the power shift for him. He would cause her pain, when it kept him in control. And he would cause her pleasure when it kept him in control. The degree to which he was forced to go in either direction was really up to her.

Since this was her first punishment, he intended to err on the side of caution. He would strike her on only one cheek, but he would hit her hard enough to get her attention...and to leave a mark. He stepped up and ran a hand along that glorious ass. Of course she jumped at the contact of his hand on her skin. After tracing both those glorious globes he dipped a hand into her pussy. She moaned and tried to rub against his fingers. He immediately slapped her ass -- hard. A bright handprint glowed on her cheek. "Have you been given permission to move, bitch?" He asked harshly. "No you have not," he continued immediately. "Nor have you been given permission to speak, although moans and screams don't count as speech, so scream all you want." He knew that an admonition to scream would only heighten her fear.

He brought the crop to her face...rubbing it against her cheeks and lips. This allowed her to feel the textured finish and to smell the leather, but mostly it heightened her anticipation and fear. "You will receive 5 blows with the crop. Each will be precisely in the same place as the last. Yes, sweetheart, I'm very good at this. You will not move. Do I make myself clear."

"Yes sir," her voice was muffled her face pressed to the table.

"Speak up, bitch," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," she repeated a little louder.

"You will also ask for your punishment, elegantly and precisely, if you please."

She was silent for a few moments composing something she hoped would please him. "Please sir. Your humble slut is sorry that she offended and begs that you punish her in whatever way you see fit."

"Good enough," he replied swinging the crop firmly into her ass. The force of his blow was stunning. It slammed her against the table. Her erect breasts bounced against the surface. The force with which her breath left her body was shocking and she struggled to inhale, just to find air to coax into her lungs. 

He ran a hand over the welt that raised immediately. She marks easily, this fair-skinned one, he observed. Maybe he better pull his next blow a little. 

The feel of his cool hand over the hot spot where his blow had just landed was surprising and caused her to gasp, although she did her best to hold as still as possible. Ow FUCK, she thought, that really hurt.

His fingers dipped into her cunt. "Look how wet my slave is," he announced with derision. He slid his wet fingers between her mouth and the table to smear her lips with her own slime. "Taste my whore," he commanded and as her tongue crept out to lick her own arousal from her lips he landed another blow on her ass. 

This time she did scream in both pain and in surprise. He was really hurting her and she didn't think she liked it. She cringed as he rubbed the spot on her ass again. 

"Excellent, I love it when you scream. How many is that, slut?" he asked mildly. 

"Two," came her muffled response.

"Two, that is right. Which means you still have three left to go." His clever fingers found her clit and rubbed firmly. She gasped and tears began to leak from her eyes. It was just too much, the pain and the pleasure all confused together. She shivered, but he had to hand it to her, she stayed absolutely still, even when a moan escaped her lips.

She was very aroused by the time the third blow struck -- just as hard and just as brutal as the previous one, but somehow worse because she felt so hot, so horny. He saw her fingernails dig into the padded table, heard her rasping breaths and struck again quickly.

When she sobbed, he knew he had administered her punishment perfectly. He pressed hard on her clit, reducing her further...stripping her of any resistance she might have had left. Then he struck her quivering ass one last time. He hit her hard, striking precisely on the welt his previous 4 blows had raised. Her scream sounded like it had traveled far and over cut glass rasping out of her one last time as she lay sobbing onto the table.

He picked her up and gently carried her to his easy chair. He settled her on his lap, turning her so her punished cheek pointed out and her weight rested on the uninjured side. Using the soft blanket he kept handy for just this purpose, he wrapped her tenderly. "I've got you," he crooned. "You're OK," he said over and over stroking and petting her while she quieted. Finally her arms crept around his neck and she held herself firmly against him. He understood how she needed this...needed to hold and be held. He needed it to...needed to feel her soft tender body press against him...clinging to him like he was a raft in a storm. And in a way he was. Her emotions were storming and he was deliberately the only thing she could cling to. These were the times that would forge the links that would eventually bind them together. And in that way, this after-care was every bit as important as everything that came before. Actually, it was more important, much more important. 

He opened a jar of salve and began to gently rub it onto her welt. He had one with lidocaine, but it was not his purpose to take away the pain. While the salve soothed and promoted healing, his purpose now was to call her attention to the pain. 

"What did you learn?" he asked quietly, continuing to rub her tender ass.

She sniffed. "I learned," she replied tremulously, "that it is my job to accept what you give me. I learned," she continued a little stronger, "that I may not manipulate or beguile you in any way. And I promise that I will accept your generous gifts with grace and gratitude."

"Well said," he praised removing his hand from her ass and wrapping her more securely in the blanket. They sat quietly for a few minutes, holding each other, resting together...allowing that mysterious something that was beyond the body to intertwine and draw them close.

Then slowly his hand began to creep inside the blanket and to stroke her cunt. "Have I told you how hot this is?" he asked stroking her naked mons. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," she admitted, "it makes me feel naked and vulnerable even when I have on clothes." 

"Um hum," he agreed stroking more insistently down her vulva, then sliding fingers into her wet cunt. "I've been waiting a long time to fuck you," he said. 

She giggled, turning her mouth to his, "But sir, we just met last night."

"Like I said, a very long time." Their lips met, hers parted softly under his onslaught and he plundered her mouth, pouring all his longing to own and possess her into the kiss. She moaned and drew herself closer to him, rubbing her breasts against his shirt. Being naked while he was dressed felt nasty, reminding of how slutty her behavior was. He knew that, or course, and stayed dressed as much as possible in his dungeon.

He stood still holding her in his arms. "Hang on," he commanded shifting her so she faced him and drawing her legs around his waist. Leaving the blanket on the chair he carried her to the bed stopping to pick up the cuffs. He seated her on the soft down comforter and knelt at her feet removing her shoes and applying cuffs to each ankle. Then he moved to her wrists and buckled those securely in place as well. 

He knelt back, watching quietly. She stared at the cuffs and then closed her eyes. He could see it, the mysterious something that settled over her...a stillness, a lowering - hard to describe, but palpable. He waited until she looked at him and then said, "Up you get." She stood so he could pull back the comforter and expose the stark white sheet on the fresh bed. It seemed huge to her, like a wrestling mat. He looked down at her and chuckled, "You really are short," he said realizing that was the first time he'd seen her without those ridiculously high heels she liked. They were both laughing as he picked her up and tossed her into the center of the bed.

He drew her left arm above and to the side of her head attaching the waiting clamp to the cuff at her wrist. He then repeated the process on the other side. The result was that her arms were spread high and wide held secure at the wrist cuffs. She began to breathe faster as he ran his hands down her body, pausing to tweak her nipples and then grasping her hips firmly pulled her down the bed until her arms were stretched to their comfortable limit. Then he attached similar clamps to the cuffs at her ankles drawing her legs wide apart. He went to each corner of the bed and slowly turned a crank ratcheting back the chain that was attached to the corner. In this way, he was able to customize the fit, tight or loose and depending on the height of his victim.

He was pleased to see how aroused his little slut was to be bound spread eagle on his bed. He watched as she tested the strength of her bonds. He watched her nipples pucker and harden with excitement. He saw her cunt glisten with moisture...and all this before he ever laid a hand on her. Yes she was vulnerable, yes she was exposed. He was sure that she had never before felt air moving against her cunt in this way -- never had her cunt been quite so exposed as the recent shaving left it. Nonetheless, she was astonishingly aroused simply from the bondage. 

Before leaving her, he reached over and slapped that naked and vulnerable pussy -- he just couldn't resist; she was so magnificent lying there all helpless and vulnerable. She gasped and moaned as her body jumped. He walked away with a broad smile to gather the implements he might need.



Into the Abyss Ch. 05



Ricked gathered up the implements he thought he might want and placed them strategically near at hand. Then he stood beside the bed where she was tied spread eagle and removed his clothes. His motions were economical, but unhurried. He carefully creased his slacks before draping them over the footboard. His silk shirt was hung by the neck on the foot post. He vaguely wondered where he'd left his jacket. It did have her panties in the pocket, after all. Italian loafers were carelessly toed off and socks tossed casually in the direction of the shoes. 

He didn't give his body much more thought than his clothes. He knew that women found him attractive. He was tall with broad shoulders, narrow hips and a long thick cock. He worked out regularly and ate right -- well mostly, but that was primarily so his body could serve him. He needed to be strong enough to lift a woman of any size. He needed to wield a whip for long periods of time without tiring. Those were the things that were important to him. Other than that, he took no particular pride in the package -- it was just the luck of the genetic draw.

The slut tied to his bed had been fortunate in the genetic draw as well. She was cute rather than beautiful, small of stature but with large breasts. However, it was her submission that drew him, the openness of her heart, the quickness of her wit. But above all he was drawn to her unflinching courage. She knew on a visceral level what submission meant, but she had no actual knowledge except what she'd learned from him in the past 24 hours. But here she was bound and helpless, spread-eagle on his bed...dangling over the abyss of her desires. 

Rick believed that his role as a Dom was to pry her fingers away from the ledge of her fear, one by one so that she could free-fall into her submission. He would need to convince her to release everything... her fears, her desires, her expectations, her pride... all the traits she believed she needed to function in the world. It would take time for them to build the necessary trust. At first it would seem that she needed to trust him, but she would come to see that she actually needed to trust herself. And when she did finally let go, she wouldn't fall down at all, but would soar.

He shook his head as if to clear it. It was time to get down to business. He sat beside her on the bed and reached out to stroke her face. "Do you remember your colors?"

She smiled up at him, "I don't need colors," she said, "you'll keep me safe." 

"Yes, I will," he agreed, "but you have them nonetheless," he reminded her as he reached for his newest little toys. They were circular nipple clamps and he was very happy with them. By turning the screw, he brought 2 small bars together at the center allowing him all the control in choosing the amount of pressure he wanted to apply to his slave's tit. And because they laid flush against the skin instead of sticking out, they rarely fell off.

Patty's nipples were already aroused, but he rubbed the tit between his fingers elongating the nipple as much as possible before applying the clamp. He slowly tightened the screw just until she began to moan, then he stopped and repeated the process on the other side.

By the time he had both clamps in place, his bitch was clearly aroused, eyes dilated, hips gently undulating on the bed. "Yes, you eager little slut," he said rubbing her wet pussy, "I will fuck you before we're through." His whore moved her hips as much as possible trying to rub his hand. So he withdrew the hand giving her pussy a little slap.

Rick went to the foot of the bed and loosened the chains just slightly. He had decided he needed to put a pillow under his slave's ass so he would have a more clear access to her cunt. Sliding a firm pillow beneath her hips, he realized this was much better. Then he took a moment to tighten her nipple clamps. She pulled at her bonds and writhed as he did this, moaning loudly. His lips closed over her slutty mouth and he kissed her hungrily until she was moaning deep in her throat. "Not much longer now, you'll feel my cock soon."

"Yes sir, please sir," she moaned.

He picked up a light weight crop with a leather slapper on the end. It was a small slapper, about 3 square inches of leather on the end of his crop. He began to just bounce it on her naked mons. He knew that it didn't hurt, but was startling. His slut gasped and moaned. He kept up the gently bouncing motions simply allowing her body to become accustomed to being struck. Slowly, carefully he began to allow the blows to become stronger. He kept a very close eye on Patty's face, gauging her reactions as he gradually moved from a bouncing motion to an actual slap. 

Rick enjoyed the way her mons turned a lovely shade of pink, but it was not his intention to cause her any injury. He used his prodigious skills and his rigid self control knowing that he was playing in this woman's most tender area. He ordinarily would not have chosen such exacting play so early in their relationship, but her comments on the phone this morning had not only aroused him, but set his mind thinking and planning. How could he satisfy that desire in his slut safely and without scaring her away. He was sure this was the perfect technique to achieve his goal, but he watched very carefully nonetheless.

"Look at me, slut," he commanded. Her eyes found his and he was pleased to see her pupils were dilated and she had a glazed and unfocused look. He allowed his blows to become slightly stronger and while his bitch moaned, he noticed that the sound came from deeper in her throat. Her breathing had slowed and become deep. He observed her diaphragm expand with each breath, rather like a long-distance runner he thought. 

He judged that it was time and introduced a second stroke. He allowed the top of the slapper to come in contact with her exposed labia. She was so deeply aroused that her cunt lips were engorged and her vagina was leaking fluid. She didn't scream; the sound came from too deep in her chest to be considered a scream. Her back arched thrusting her cunt toward him. 

Excellent, he thought and began to use the two strokes together. He brought the slapper down on the top of her mons and then up into her cunt. Slowly and gently at first...rather like painting, he thought... down, then up... down, then up. As he settled into a rhythm, her hips matched. He watched her use the strength of her back muscles to rock her pelvis. She relaxed on his up stroke and arched with his down stroke. She was greeting the slapper, not resisting. He was very pleased and allowed his strokes to become harder. The slapper made a slight thunk as it landed on her mons and then more of a slap when it struck her pussy.

They settled together into his rhythm...thunk slap...thunk slap...her pelvis rocking in time to his crop. Gradually he allowed the blows to land heavier. She responded by thrusting harder into his cunt stroke... still rising up to meet the pain. He rewarded her by giving more...giving more of the pain she clearly sought. It was a gift, really. It was his pain and he was offering it to her. She accepted greedily, hungrily...soaking it in, drawing the pain into herself.

Each of her breaths became a moan and his breath synchronized with hers. He began to speak to her now, knowing that his voice would heighten the experience for both of them. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked. "You couldn't be more exposed...you couldn't offer me anything more precious than your glistening cunt," he continued. He didn't expect any verbal response from her, but he believed his voice would anchor her to him as she floated in subspace. "Take my pain," he commanded again increasing the strength of the blows. "Take it," he commanded. "Drink it up, my greedy whore. You're drunk on it now, aren't you slut? Drunk on my gift -- the gift of my pain. Take more," he commanded again. 

Her entire pussy was a fierce red color now, her cunt continuously leaking the fluid of her excitement. Her breathing was harsh and raspy and although her cunt continued to rise obediently to meet his crop, her body began first to tremble and then to shake. He heard her orgasm building in her moaning cries, saw it building in her shaking, heaving body and needed to feel it with his throbbing cock. 

He threw the crop aside and rammed himself deep into her with one powerful stroke. Sinking his fingers into the flesh at her hips he pounded her wet throbbing cunt. Brutally, his hips moving like a piston as he fucked her. It felt as if her entire body was cumming. She vibrated and then spasmed, heaving and thrashing against the ties that bound her so firmly. Her cunt clutched and drew on his cock until it was unbearable and he exploded deep inside her. The feel of his hot lava flow lifted her yet again and her orgasm continued on and on. They bucked and heaved together until he was finally empty and with a last shuddering gasp was still.

He collapsed heavily onto her still trembling body and felt the nipple clamps dig into his chest. Damn, he'd forgotten all about them. He raised up enough to spin the screw and release one and then the other. She did scream now as the blood rushed painfully back into her tits. He allowed the weight of his chest to rest fully against her breasts, knowing that would mitigate the pain slightly. His hands slid up her arms until they found her hands and he allowed her to grasp him, knowing that she needed to be able to hold on. As soon as he could find the strength, he roused himself enough to unclip her wrists and ankles. Then he wrapped his arms and legs firmly around her drawing the down comforter up around them as he held her still trembling body as tightly as he could. He stroked and pet her, crooning softly, "You're OK. I've got you. I'm right here." Over and over again he called her back...back to him, back to herself. He leaned across her to the bedside table and grasped the gelatinous package. He squeezed it until he felt the inner membrane rupture. When it became instantly cold in his hand he brought it between her legs.

"Mmmm," she moaned her thanks and raised her face to his. Gently, tenderly he covered her lips with his own. Slowly he pressed the kiss opening her mouth and spilling his overwhelming pleasure with her into her soft mouth. On and on he kissed her telling her wordlessly how proud her was of her and what an amazing slave she was going to be. Then he drifted lazily down to her breasts. In spite of her gasp and the fact that she cringed slightly, he pulled first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He didn't really suck her tender tits, he just gently explored each one with his tongue making sure they weren't injured. He hadn't used these new clamps much and he wanted to be sure they hadn't damaged her. He ran a hand over her ass, checking the place where his crop had punished her just to be sure the skin wasn't broken. Similarly he checked her hands and feet to make sure they were warm and getting good circulation and that the cuffs hadn't marked her skin. He didn't expect to find any marks -- he knew the cuffs were excellent, but he had long ago developed the habit of checking. Then he pulled the ice pack away from her pussy. He gently checked for any breaks in her tender skin and then decided that the cold would probably feel good for a few more minutes.

"You're examining me," she said as he finished.

"You're my slave. It's my job to make sure you're OK. I used you a little harder than I planned tonight," he ran his hands up her back drawing her close to him. He waited until felt her breathing deepen and her body slacken into sleep before he drifted off.



Into the Abyss Ch. 06



Ummm, it was delicious to wake up with a woman in your arms. This one felt soft and warm as she snuggled in close. She had such fabulous tits he thought allowing his hands to roam over her full warm breasts. He heard a little moan and felt her shift just slightly thrusting her chest out. Such a responsive little whore he thought, she's not even awake yet. His hand traveled down her body in search of her pussy. He stroked her naked crotch -- he did love a shaved cunt. Lazily he sought further exploring and stroking. He slipped in a finger and began a quiet fucking motion. She moaned again and pushed her ass back against him. His cock really began to sit up and take notice now, so he shifted his fingers up to her clit, adjusted her hips slightly and slipped right in through the back door. 

He loved fucking from behind like this, her ass pushing rhythmically against him. It gave him such easy access to her clit and her tits. Taking full advantage he began to rub her clit with one hand and tits with the other. Coming awake now her participation became more deliberate. He felt her hips begin to work and her nipple growing firm in his fingers. He had one arm trapped under her body and as he felt the other one reach for him, he commanded, "No touching. You just take it slut, take whatever I give you." 

Now that he had her full attention, he began to play harder. He knew that while pain aroused her, she still found it confusing. He planned to teach her to seek the pain, crave it, use it, beg for it, because he knew, even if she didn't yet, that painful orgasms were the best -- everything else was just vanilla.

While she was soft, and warm and full of his cock, he began to hurt her. He mashed her clit tightly against her pubic bone rubbing it harder and harder. She jerked and cried out, but he didn't stop. He kept up the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy and the pain in her clit. The he began to pinch and pull first one nipple and then the other. Harder and harder his hands worked her tender flesh all the while his cock was sliding in and out of her wet pussy. 

She was bucking and heaving now, desperately rubbing his cock with her cunt, "Oh God, please sir, please," she cried. 

"Please what, slut? Hurt you more? Is that what you want, you want my pain?" He knew that she was far enough gone that she would have agreed to anything, begged for anything he told her to. So he taught her to beg for pain. "Do you want it?" he panted in her ear. "Do you want more? Do you want more pain? Do you want me to hurt you?"

"Yes, yes," she screamed, "oh God, pleeeease hurt me. Hurt me more."

"Is this what you want, cunt?" His fingers worked her harder and his hips worked harder, thrusting faster, fucking her harder. He felt her build, felt her pussy spasm and close around his cock. "Cum," he commanded. "Cum now. Cum for me right NOW."

"Aaah!" she screamed, her hips grinding down on his cock, his fingers vicious and cruel. When she vibrated and jerked hard in his arms he smashed his cock as deep into her throbbing cunt as he could reach and released shooting his hot load deep into her.

She collapsed forward burying her face in a pillow. He let his body rest against her, arms still tight around her, catching his breath. That was when he noticed she was crying into the pillow. "Hey," he said softly. "Come here," he said turning her over.  

"Oh Rick," she sobbed winding her arms around his neck and holding on like someone might wrench her away at any moment.

"What is it honey? Can you tell me? Did I hurt you?"

"No," she choked, "nothing like that. I'm just so scared. I've never cum like that in my life. But with you every single time is like that. It's like my body is out of control. I don't know what's happening to me," she wailed.

Rick lay back on the bed pulling Patty with him until she laid atop him her arms still tight around his neck. He patiently stroked and patted her until she quieted. When she was still, he rolled with her until she was lying on her back. He reached for a tissue and gently held it to her nose. "Blow," he said. She giggled, but obediently blew her nose into the tissue. "Are you ready now, are you ready to hear me," he asked? At her confused expression he continued, "I tried to have this conversation last night in the dining room, but you weren't ready." 

"I think last night I was so horny that I couldn't think about anything but you and your dungeon. You'd spent hours feeling me up in that restaurant and I just couldn't wait to get my hands on you."

He chuckled, "OK, I'll take some of the responsibility. But you have rushed head-long into a situation that you don't understand. Now something has brought you up short and you're wondering, 'What the hell have I done?' Am I right?"

She considered for a moment and then agreed, "Yes that tends to be the way I do things." 

"OK, first of all know this: You're OK. There is nothing wrong with you. You're safe. I'm right here with you and I've GOT you. Nothing bad can happen to you when you're with me." He paused and gave her a moment to digest. "OK? Do you believe me?"

She sat up and scooted back against the headboard. She held a pillow in front of her body grasping it like it was a giant teddy bear. She considered for a moment before saying, "I do believe that I'm safe with you. You've been so gentle and considerate with all this emotion." She said the word emotion as if it were a bad thing. "It's just oozing out of me all over the place. I don't know what to do with it. You've been so kind to me, Thank-you," she said reaching a hand toward him. 

He sat up too and grasped her hand bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. "You don't have to thank me for that. It's part of what we're doing."

"How is it part of what we're doing?" She pulled her hand back to cling to her teddy bear pillow again.

"Do you remember me telling you that first night that what we did stirred up very deep emotions and feelings?" At her nod, he continued. "It doesn't just happen the first time, it happens a lot, for some people it happens every time for awhile." He laughed at the stricken look on her face and said, "Don't worry, you'll get better at handling it over time."

She sighed and said, "I need to think about this for awhile."

"Fair enough," he replied. "If you're willing to release your death grip on my pillow, we could take a shower." She looked down a little surprised to see the pillow clasped tightly in her arms. She set it down on the bed and made a bit of a show of spreading it out and smoothing the pillow case.

*************

She was standing in the middle of his bathroom all pink and damp from the shower when she froze and said, "Rick, I heard a noise. I think there's someone in the house."

Rick listened for a moment then said, "It's only the housekeeper." He strolled to the bedroom door and shouted down the stairs, "Hey Carmenza, make us something for breakfast, will you?" 

A voice shouted back from somewhere downstairs, "How many times to do I have to tell you, corazon, I'm the housekeeper, not the cook."

He turned back laughing until he saw the panicked look on Patty's face. "Rick, I don't have anything to wear down to breakfast. I think my dress in still in the basement."

"Well, to begin with, you don't need to wear anything down to breakfast, even when the housekeeper is here. All right," he said holding up a hand to forestall the argument he saw coming, "we'll cross that bridge later. Didn't we bring a robe up last night, here," he said picking it up off the floor, he held it like a coat for her to step into. "Wear this." She sighed, but allowed him to bundle her into the elegant robe.

"You know what we'll do today?" he asked spinning her around. "We'll go shopping," he said with great enthusiasm.

"Shopping? Don't you have to work?"

"Ah," he waved a hand dismissively, "I'll work when you do." He stepped to the phone and made a call. "Good morning Rachel. Yes, I know I'm late for the 8 o'clock, that's why I'm calling. You need to reschedule my morning." Patty couldn't hear the woman's words, but her tone sounded surprised and frustrated. "I know, I know," Rick was saying. "I'll deal with it all when I get there." Patty could still hear the woman's voice. It was a little like an old TV sitcom... quack, quack, quack. Then Rick's voice got deep and commanding. Patty recognized that tone, it made her nipples pucker, her belly clench and her pussy wet. He said firmly, "I said we'll deal with it this afternoon." No more quacks, but there must have been a question because he said, "Oh, sometime around 3." 

Patty could clearly hear the woman screech, "THREE!" as Rick hung up the phone.

"Are you sure that's OK?"

Rick looked nonplused, "Of course," he said slipping into a pair of low slung jeans and a black silk tee. He found socks, slipped his feet into loafers, reached for a tan sports coat and was ready to go in less than 90 seconds. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door, "Come on, I'm starving." Feeling desperately underdressed, Patty stumbled out after him.

Her mouth literally dropped open when she entered the kitchen and saw Rick's housekeeper. She was a stereotypical Latin bombshell. There was no other way to describe her. She was tall, almost as tall as Rick who stood about 6 feet. Her breasts were truly impressive and Patty almost never noticed another woman's chest. Definitely not fat, but really curvaceous. She had a riot of jet black curls that were currently pulled back in a tail. Patty felt like the ugly duckling standing there in her bare feet. 

Rick, dragged her to the table saying, "You're going to love Carmenza's cooking. Carmenza turned from the stove skillet in hand to slide eggs scrambled with avocado, peppers, salsa, and spices Patty couldn't begin to name, onto their plates. Dancing around the kitchen she turned back with two elegant bowls of freshly chopped fruit. Overwhelmed, Patty sipped her juice and then said, "Oh my God, this is fresh squeezed." 

"Of course, chica," Carmenza replied, "nothing but the best for my Rick. Not that he deserves it; he treats me like a slave." She looked meaningfully at Patty as she said the word.

Rick cheerfully slapped Carmenza's ass and replied, "Not any more. Now I pay you to take very good care of me."

"And I do an excellent job," Carmenza replied. "Here is the nina's dress.

"Hey," Rick said, eying the dress. "Did you happen to see my jacket..."

"Looking for these?" Carmenza whipped out the lavender panties before Rick could finish the question.

Mortified, Patty's gaze dropped into her lap and she felt her cheeks burn.

"Oh, corina, I did not mean to upset you," Carmenza raced around the table to put her arm around the girl. "Pay no attention to this bantering. I know all about Rick and his pro...cliv...it...ies," she emphasized each syllable of the word. "In fact," she announced proudly, "I share them. But don't you worry. Rick and I are so, 'been there done that.' Now, well as he says, he pays me handsomely to take very good care of him and his home." She bent and kissed Patty's cheek and said quietly, "I think now that includes you. Never before have I seen him bring one down to breakfast. Now," she stood up and announced, "I have work to do. And you," she pointed at Patty's untouched plate, "eat. You need your strength. This one," she gestured to Rick, "he fucks like a bull. No?"

"Patty took a deep breath picked up her fork and speared some of the egg dish. "Umm" she said with her full mouth, "she really is an awesome cook." She promptly speared more eggs and fed them to Rick who had already finished his. 

They had no more than finished the last bite of fruit when Rick nudged her out of the chair. "Get dressed, we have a lot of shopping to do."

Patty picked up her dress and then looked around, "Where should I change..." she began. "Oh, never mind," she finished dropped her robe and removed the dress from the hanger. 

"Well done chica," Rick laughed as she stepped into the dress. 

"And here are your shoes," Carmenza announced stepping out from the basement stairs as if she'd been awaiting her cue. 

Rick reached out and snatched the lavender panties from the table, "But you won't be needing these," he said slipping them into his pocket.

"Carmenza, if you have time would you clean out the second closet in my bedroom. I think we're going to need to put some stuff in there." Carmenza clapped her hands like a small child. She was so happy to see the light back in Rick's eyes.

*************

"We'll start in women's lingerie," Rick announced pressing the button on the elevator. "I just love women's lingerie." Patty groaned inwardly, believing this was sure to be a humiliating experience for her.

He went immediately to the bras and began choosing the lightest, laciest most elegant bras Patty had ever seen. The woman who came to wait on them had a pinched face, rather like she had just bitten into an especially tart lemon. She totally ignored Patty -- she could recognize cheap polyester a mile away and was about to disdain Rick as well when her eyes fell on his shoes. Georgette was well qualified to work in this exclusive and ridiculously expensive department store. She was more of a snob than any of her customers could ever pretend to be. And she recognized hand-stitched Italian leather when she saw it. She had to forcibly restrain herself from bending down and touching his shoes so strong was her inclination to worship at the altar of material excess.

"We will need, umm I don't know, 18 or let's make it an even two dozen of these. Find a style that fits her best, please."

"Madam will certainly need to be measured." Georgette looked at Patty as if she were loathe to actually touch her. 

"Well, of course," Rick sighed. He understood bitchy little women like this and knew exactly how to handle her. "Can you take care of it, or do we need to find someone else?"

Georgette worked on commission and she was too smart to let this one get away. "If madam will follow me, please. If sir would care to, there is a sitting area back here as well."

"Good," Rick replied, "I can get a little work done while you two play dress-up." Georgette looked as if she'd actually swallowed that lemon when she led Patty into the changing area.

After Georgette made several scurrying trips back and forth from the displays to the fitting rooms, she emerged and said to Rick, "I believe we have found the most appropriate fit for the young lady."

"Let's see it."

"Sir would like to see the fit," Georgette said to Patty.

"I'm not stepping out there mostly naked," Patty hissed, infuriated that her panties were in Rick's pocket.

"He's the only one out there and I'm sure he's seen it before," Georgette hissed back. "He wants to see it and you're going out there." She shoved Patty hard enough to have her stumbling though the curtain.

Patty took one look at Rick's smirking face and burst out laughing. Then imitating Georgette's puckered expression she squared her shoulders and wearing nothing but a bra and heels pranced around the viewing area. She came to sit stiffly on Rick's lap with her knees primly together and said, "Does this meet with Sir's approval?"

They both laughed again and Rick reached out to touch her breast through the lace. "I like it, but then I'm easy," he admitted lasciviously. "How does it feel?"

Reluctantly Patty admitted, "She knows her stuff. It fits really well and it feels great."

Rick could see clerk's feet at the curtain and knew she was listening and probably peeking as well. So he continued to stroke Patty's breast and called out, "Georgette, we'll take 4 white, 8 black and a dozen more in whatever colors are available.

"Very good sir, will madam be requiring under pants?" Georgette asked drolly.

Studiously not looking at Patty Rick managed to respond in kind, "She does seem to be suffering an embarrassing lack, doesn't she?" Even Georgette couldn't resist a small smirk at that. "Show me something in a thong, shear silk." While Georgette happily scampered off mentally calculating her commission Patty headed back to the dressing room. The clerk returned promptly and Rick said, "I think those will be suitable, but I'll need to see one on as well.

Georgette sighed heavily and said, "Very well sir." Turning away she muttered, "Why not just fuck her right here and get it over with." Scandalized, Georgette clapped her hands over her mouth. She couldn't believe that had actually come out and she was praying very hard that Rick hadn't heard it. 

No Such Luck.

"Oh Georgette please hand those to madam and then come right back while she tries them on." With a heavy heart Georgette delivered the panties to Patty relaying Rick's instructions that she try them on. As she returned to the viewing room Rick said quietly, "I don't believe the lady overheard your comment. But if she did, not only have you lost a commission, you've lost a job. Now, go and find me an assortment of silk robes, we'll need 6."

Of course Patty had heard the entire exchange -- didn't people realize how sound carried in places like this? Not wanting to get old prune-face fired, she put on a happy face and pranced out to show Rick the panties he'd chosen. "I've never worn these before, are they really supposed to fit like this? I mean, what's the point of wearing anything at all?"

Rick stroked her bare ass, then followed the silk along its path between his slut's cheeks. "No point at all," he agreed, "except it looks so damn hot. You haven't fooled me, you know," he said softly. "I know you've become quite fond of the old bat." 

"Well, unless she could ditch that sour puss expression, she'd never find another job. She's the epitome of what Mother always said, 'stop making that face or you'll get stuck like that."

Georgette returned with the robes and Rick chose several, then looked up at Patty and said, "Get dressed, we're on to outerwear." 

"If sir would prefer," Georgette interjected sycophantically. "I could have some things brought up. I could also have coffee brought in while you wait."

"Very well Georgette, I think you know what I'm looking for; it needs to be the perfect balance between class and smut. I'll want to see lots of leg and lots of cleavage. We'll need to see items from day time, business attire, sportswear and evening wear -- no slacks and nothing black.

The shopping expedition began to take on a surreal quality. Rick knew what he liked and dismissed many styles and fabrics at a glance. Georgette began to understand his taste and refined what was brought. She coordinated like a drill sergeant as word spread throughout the store and clerks began to frantically come and go. Rick made no final decision until he saw it on her, so Patty was in and out of clothes like a runway model during fashion week. She gave up trying to see anything for herself and simply trusted Rick's judgment. Soon Georgette commanded that Patty stand still in the viewing room and allow herself to be dressed for Rick's approval. The flurry of color and fabrics was beautiful to behold as garments were dropped over her head and slipped off just as fast. 

Total strangers were seeing her completely naked, she lost track of how many. Everyone had their hands on her body. Granted, they were focused on the clothes but soon Rick noticed that the viewing room seemed full of male clerks. Casual touch became more deliberate and was taking on a sexual connotation. He saw his slut's nipples become aroused. Rick saw hands sliding over her ass touching and caressing. This was becoming quite a show and Rick set aside his IPad and sat back to enjoy.

Immediately, the men noticed that Rick had given them tacit permission to continue and all pretense of innocence was abandoned. Although the flurry of clothes continued -- after all, there was commission to be considered -- hands now worked deliberately to rouse. At first Patty didn't really notice, distracted as she was by all the clothes. But when a hand stroked her pussy, she gasped loudly and looked at Rick. She saw that he was no longer distracted by work, but watching her intently.




Into the Abyss Ch. 06



Not only would he not rescue her from this onslaught, he was encouraging it. The innocent shopping trip had taken an ominous turn...fear was a greasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and at war with the lust she saw in Rick's eyes. She wanted to please him, she wanted that desperately and she wanted him to be proud of her. But she felt trapped in a cage of strong lustful bodies. Her heart was pounding and her breast heaving. Rick saw her begin to panic and called her name. They locked eyes, the intensity of his gaze searing into her. "Stay here, stay right here with me." As the panic subsided, arousal flooded her body.

Georgette herded the women out of the viewing area firmly closing the door and standing guard. This was the most bizarre thing she'd ever done, but there was a fat commission check at stake and she would allow Mr. Blair his sick thrill -- even if she didn't approve. However, her face became a little flushed as she imagined herself stroked by all those hard male hands.

By now Patty had completely surrendered to those hands. It seemed that every inch of her body was being plundered. Hard fingers filled her pussy fucking her lewdly. An eager finger crept into her ass and began to stroke ever deeper. She could feel the fingers in her cunt slip by the one in her ass working in concert to fuck her thoroughly. Hands squeezed and molded her breasts while others pinched, pulled and rolled her nipples. 

Not a mouth, not a tongue and certainly not a cock touched her skin, although she longed for it. She moaned her frustration desperately seeking the intimacy of a mouth. She longed to lose herself in a kiss. Instead she had hands, an inhuman number of hands assaulting her tender flesh. Hands that poked and probed humiliatingly impersonal, they stroked a body - one that was on lewd display - without care or concern for her as a person, stripping away her very humanness. Her feelings meant nothing to them. These impersonal hands didn't care about her, she was simply an instrument to please the man. They were taking their famous service to an obscene degree, but they were simply pleasing the man who would pay the bill.

Rick watched as her orgasm began to build. He knew her body so well, and could see that she didn't welcome this. She was betrayed by her own flesh and at this moment more a slave to him than ever before. He knew that she allowed this plundering assault only for his pleasure. She was disgusted by her body's betrayal and this orgasm was ripped from her against her will. Her body began to heave and buck, the hands ever present...pushing harder into her cunt, deeper into her ass, pulling and pinching harder at her tits. Rick was awed by the magnificence of his slut. This was the hardest he'd ever seen her cum...her body driven to new heights by her resistance and by her disgust. It seemed to go on and on, the hands pulling it from her, demanding it. 

In the midst of the bucking and the heaving, the moaning and the sobbing, he saw something come over her. He saw resistance fade and submission settle over her like a garment. The quality of her orgasm changed. Freed from all resistance, he watched her soar. Her mouth opened and one long exquisite note sounded -- not a scream, although it came from deep within. Her body stiffened, the note faded and the girl collapsed, held up only by the hands. The men settled her unconscious form in Rick's lap and left without speaking a word.



Into the Abyss Ch. 07



Rick sat in his Porsche in the dark parking lot. He could see the emergency entrance to the hospital and glanced up from time to time waiting for his slave, his own personal slut to emerge from the doors. This was where his girl worked and it was about time for her shift to be over.

He was eager to discuss their day. The shopping trip had been a success on so many levels. A stunning array of clothing had been delivered to his home this afternoon. His housekeeper Carmenza had been positively gleeful as she assured him that she was hanging everything away. His slut was even now wearing the sexiest possible lingerie under her utilitarian scrubs. He imagined her squirming on her office chair feeling the thong rub between her ass cheeks.

But his mind played over and over the arousing scene in the viewing room. The circular room was surrounded by mirrors that reflected every detail of the lewd display. Four men, sales clerks in an especially fine department store playing with his slut for his personal pleasure. He kept seeing her sexy little body open, exposed, displayed while she was forced to cum for him.

And there was his little fuck-slut now. She looked so cute in her scrubs, bouncing eagerly on her athletic shoes. Her gait was so different than he was accustomed to seeing. She was so sexy in those ridiculously high heels that she preferred. She saw his car and broke into a run. He smiled stepping out of the car. It seemed he wasn't the only one who was eager.

He lost sight of her as the van pulled up. He supposed it was someone bringing their loved one to the emergency room. When she didn't immediately emerge, he thought she must have stopped to help. When the van drove off, she was no longer in the driveway. Since he was out of the car, he'd just walk up to greet her. She wouldn't stay long with a potential patient, she wasn't a nurse, and there were trained medical professionals waiting inside to do their jobs. He walked through the door, but didn't see her anywhere. Realization came to him like a bucket of cold water. Whoever was in that van had taken her!

Sprinting back to his car he quickly scanned the emergency parking area, praying that he was wrong, that he would see the van parked innocently nearby. But it wasn't anywhere to be seen and a cold dread washed over him. He roared from the parking lot wondering which way. Right, his instincts told him. It was the closest way to the freeway. 

He was grateful that the streets were mostly empty since it was almost midnight on a Tuesday evening. Sure enough, there was the van, just turning onto the freeway onramp. He hit the button for his phone and dialed 911. 

**********

Patty was so happy to see Rick's car as she stepped out into the parking lot that she broke into a run. She just couldn't wait to be in his arms. She was shocked when the van stopped right in front of her. She hadn't been paying any attention to her surrounding, all her attention focused on Rick. The man stepped out, grabbed her and threw her inside so fast that she didn't even have time to scream. She fell back onto a thin mattress as the van lurched away from the curb. In a flash, the man was sitting atop her with his knees on her arms. His weight settled heavily on her chest making it difficult for her to breathe. Duct tape was slapped over her mouth making sound impossible.

Terrified now, and unable to move her arms, she lifted her legs kicking hard making contact with her knees and feet on his back and even landing a blow on his head."Bitch," he shouted back handing her heavily across the face. The blow stunned her, pain erupting in her head and stars swimming before her eyes. He rose up and flipped her over drawing her arms together behind her. Harsh metal handcuffs slammed onto her wrists tightening painfully. Then she felt duct tape being wound around and around her ankles binding her securely. "That ought to hold you whore." 

His voice was familiar and she willed her blurred vision to focus as she tried to see his face in the dark. The interior of the van was momentarily lit by the headlights of an oncoming car and she recognized him. Oh, my God, this was Peter. His handsome face was so twisted with rage that she shrank back in horror.

"Yeah cunt, it's me," he growled. "This will teach you," he ranted. "This will teach you not to ignore my phone calls... not to sic that rich dude on me. You're handing out hot, twisted fucks and Randy and me are going to have some." He gestured at the driver of the van, apparently Randy.

He flashed a knife near her face and her eyes lit with horror. "Yeah Bitch, you're going to want to hold real still while I cut off your clothes. Wouldn't want me to nick that tender skin, now would you? Oops," he exclaimed theatrically, "see how easy the knife slips?" It was a tiny little cut, barely enough to draw blood, but Patty held her terrified and trembling body as still as possible.

His knife worked through the front of her scrub top slicing the cotton with ease. "Oh look at this," his voice dripped with disdain. "The rich guys been buying you fancy unders. This is a whore's bra and these are whore's tits." The knife slashed at the bra. 

"Let's see if you got the matching set," he sneered. His knife hacked through her pants exposing her silk panties. "Oh yeah, whore's drawers, and look at this...smooth as a baby's butt." His hand rubbed her naked mons and then his fingers drove brutally into her cunt. He finger-fucked her a few times -- working in and out of her pussy and to her horror Patty felt her juices begin to flow. "Yeah," Peter's voice was excited as he eagerly stroked her, "I've seen this cunt in action, haven't I. I know what you like. You want it rough bitch, and I'm just the one to give it to you. I need more maneuvering room," he sneered and began sawing through the duct tape at her ankles.

As soon as her legs were free Patty began to kick again trying desperately to hit him with her feet or her knees. "Enough of that shit, bitch," he shouted landing another back handed blow to the other side of her face. Her head slammed against the side of the van and mercifully, darkness descended.

When she became aware of her body again, both knees were bent tight, duct tape holding her calves brutally tight against her thighs. Her shoes were gone and the souls of her feet were taped securely together. This caused her legs to splay out grotesquely frog-like, her cunt open and fully accessible. Peter's cock was buried deep in her pussy and he was slamming her brutally with each stroke.

"Cops!" Randy shouted and the van was suddenly awash with red and blue flashing lights. Sirens screamed into the night. 

"Don't stop, asshole," Peter shouted. "You gotta lose them." 

And then the van was rolling over and over. Patty felt her body thrown around like a rag doll, until she lost consciousness again.

***********

One of the cops had a tight grip on Rick's straining arms. "Come on man, you've got to let them work, they'll get her out." Big jaws of life wrenched open the metal door of the smashed van. The horrible screech of metal rent the air. As the interior of the van came into view, Rick saw blood, so much blood splattered everywhere he could see. 

"Jesus God," one of the firemen said. "Get that stretcher over here he shouted and reached into the van to lift out the bound girl. He had never seen anything like this and his hands shook as he placed her tenderly on the stretcher. 

A paramedic ran his hands over each extremity. "I don't feel any broken bones," he said. "I don't know where all the blood's coming from. I don't think it's hers. Get something to cut this tape." He should have left her bound. His training told him not to move her any more than necessary, but he just couldn't stand it. He couldn't leave her like this. And her boyfriend was standing right there. He'd be lose from that cop any minute. He began to use large shears to cut through the tape. 

His partner was at her head flashlight to her eyes. "She's awake, she's conscious," he announced. "I need to get this tape off your mouth," he said gently. "Two ways, fast or slow. I can pick it off slowly, it will still hurt like hell." She shook her head. "Or I can yank it fast - pains over quicker that way." This time she nodded her head. "You want it fast?" he asked looking into her eyes. "Yeah, I would too," he said sadly. 

She would have screamed, it hurt that bad, but there wasn't enough air in her lungs and she just didn't have the energy. Instead she said, "Rick?" 

Rick shook off the cop the second he heard the words, "...she's conscious. I'm right here, baby," he said reaching out to stroke her face. 

The paramedic didn't usually let family members in this close when he was trying to work, but this was such a bizarre situation. He'd seen plenty in his years on the streets, but this was one for the books. And he knew this girl. He'd flirted her up in the ER just last week. So he worked around Rick, in practiced concert with his partner speaking in their shorthand. "We need a handcuff key here," one of them shouted to a cop. Patty followed some of what was happening around her. Her vitals were stable, pupils equal and reactive so no obvious brain trauma. The blood had them a little confused. They found some small cuts, but nothing to account for this much blood. One slipped an IV into her arm and started giving her fluids for the shock. 

The other paramedic strolled over to where a second team had the driver on a gurney in C-spine precautions and the cops had him cuffed to the rail. There was no blood on him. "Where'd all the blood come from?" he asked. 

"The other guy in the back," came the answer. "Looks like he impaled himself on his own knife. Must have nicked the heart -- bled out before we got the van open."

"Instant karma's gonna get you," the paramedic quoted John Lennon.



Into The Abyss: Vaginal Fisting



A bottle of water based lube and a pair of gloves. These are the basic tools that you need for a lot of different endeavors. Medical Play, anal play, putting new grips on your golf clubs, and replacing the washers on that leaky faucet are just some of the wonderful uses for these two tools. The one that we are going to discuss today is fisting, specifically vaginal fisting.

The art of vaginal fisting is one that is quite gratifying for the fistee in most cases. There are a lot of women out there that love the feeling of a well-stuffed pussy. 

Yes Virginia, a whole hand will fit in your pussy with a little relaxation and time. Even if you're tighter than I am at tax time. For the women that are "size queens" this will be a most fulfilling walk in the park for you, although I don't suggest you try walking anywhere with a cunt full of fist.

As far as fisting goes, there is not a lot of experience involved with vaginal fisting. Anal fisting is a whole other ballgame. It is quite important to take your time, start slow, and work into things so to speak. 

So where do we start? It helps to have a comfortable spot with lots of room for the fistee to be able to stretch out and relax. You want the fistee to be as relaxed as possible. I was recently involved in a situation that a friend of mine coined as a "fist-fest". There were several couples in the room with a number of fists in use. This was a truly hot experience. One thing that I think we lacked was plenty of room to stretch out and relax. Be sure that you can do this as it will make things a lot more pleasurable for both of you.

Next to relaxation is arousal. In order for the vagina to open well, the fistee needs to be aroused. If she has a favorite vibrator, tongue, or other type of stimulation that really rocks her world, it would be in your best interest to make use of whatever means necessary to get her juices flowing. I know that there are a lot of us Domly types out here that love to be in control and do as you please. Fisting is one of those areas where you are a lot better off listening to the fistee and letting them control the speed and depth. This will keep from having to explain to the Dr. later why you have tearing of the vagina.

Now to the juicy stuff: You should use lots of lubricant and wear gloves. I cannot stress enough that you cannot use too much lube. The lube should be water based. Guys, if you're going to fist your woman, trim your nails. You don't want to damage that delicate tissue that you so love to play with. (Just remember you can't play with your toys if you break them). Coat your entire hand with lube, lots of it. You can also add more as you go. 

Start out using a finger or two and take it slow. As she relaxes, you can increase the number of fingers. You need to make your hand as small as you can. Tuck your thumb and make all of your fingers group so that your hand is as skinny as it can get. I have very large hands and have fisted a number of women successfully the first time they tried. When you have four fingers in and she is ready for you to proceed, then slowly push in, starting with your knuckles towards her ass. Slowly rotate your hand as you are gently, slowly pushing. The most difficult part of the whole process is getting past the knuckles of your hand. Lube, lube, and more lube. Have the fistee take slow, deep breaths and remind her that she should try to relax. If this is too much for her, then you should stop or back off a bit.

If she is ready to proceed, then you should be able to turn your wrist a little bit to get past the pubic bone. Once you do this, you are in like Flynn. Once inside, the hand will curl up on its own naturally. There are several things you can do once inside.

You should hold still for a moment while you both adjust from the sensation of what has occurred. Then you can move slowly in a rotating motion or move slowly in and out. Do not just start ramming it home once you're inside. Slow and easy till you know what she can handle. As you are fisting, she might start to contract. If she gets cunt contractions from hell, hang on for all you're worth but do not, DO NOT, pull out suddenly, you can damage muscle and tissue and make it bad for her.

During the Death Grip of the Cunt Monster, it can become quite uncomfortable for you as you feel like a vise is closing around your hand. If she is cumming, then this can feel like you're driving over your hand with a dump truck full of gravel. Trust me, I was not sure that I would have a hand when I pulled out of a couple of fistees.

When she cums........and she will cum, be prepared for the pussy grip of death, because it will happen. She might even flood the room. I have had fistees that had never squirted before in their life all of a sudden become Niagara falls with a bit of fist play. While she is cumming, let her push you out. This is the best way to disengage from the beast within. If you cannot handle the pain of your hand crushing anymore, let her know so that she can assist you in retrieving your hand from the digit destroyer.

Last but not least. Fisting can be quite an emotional ordeal for the fistee. The trust and closeness that is shared during the fisting is something that should carry over into aftercare. Be aware of your fistee and her feelings, which can run the whole scale from elation to depression and everything in between.

Provide a warm blanket and a quiet, safe, place for her to rest with you close by. Re-assure the fistee!!! Even if she is unable to take a fist the first, second, or any time at all you should make sure that she is aware that it is ok, and not her fault. Anatomy does not always give you a choice in the matter. Holding her, talking to her, allowing time to regroup are all ways to assure adequate aftercare. Make sure there is food and drink on hand as well. This should all be a part of most any scene in our lifestyle. 

Fisters of the world, UNITE, FIST, and Conquer, One Cunt (and Ass) at a time!