0 comments/ 15714 views/ 2 favorites Jane's Bondage Awakening By: Timpenwrite Jane was 29 with a good degree and a great career in Advertising. She had worked hard for the deposit and now had her own flat in the heart of London's Soho only 15 minutes walk from the office. She enjoyed a vibrant social life and had a small but tight knit group of close friends. She had a great boyfriend too; John was reliable, supportive, fun; hell, even her mother liked him. In just about every respect she was a very positive, happy and fulfilled person. There was however one part of her life that somehow lacked meaning and it was through her relationship with John that the problem was most apparent. Everything about her life was safe. She was predictable, and so was her relationship with John. Those who didn't know her well saw them as a perfect couple; but Jane could see beyond the superficial compatibility; could see that there was a void where there should be excitement; understood that safe, predictable Jane needed something more in her life. In her heart she knew that John was never going to provide the life that she needed, whatever that may be! Sex with John was just fine; there was plenty of it and there didn't seem to be any lack of variety, but it always seemed to be Jane who took the lead in exploring new territory, it was always her who wanted to push new boundaries. When she masturbated her thoughts leapt to new fantasies and her heart raced with the excitement of something new and dangerous. Her imagination played frantic scenes of unknown men who desired her and forcefully took her in ways that she wouldn't previously have thought could be enjoyable. She found herself inventing new ever more violent scenarios where she was always the victim, the complete and utter subject of her imaginary lovers. She deliberately delayed her orgasms in a quest for ever more perverse and detailed fantasies. When at last she allowed her body to explode she would open her eyes to find her right hand thrust inside her vagina, her nipples raw from her other hand's violent pulling and her body contorted and running with sweat. Weekends were usually built around time with John, but this Saturday morning he called to tell her that his father was not well; nothing serious but he wanted to visit him. He invited her along, but she felt it would be good for father and son to spend some time together, so she encouraged him to go alone, not feel guilty and basically just do what he felt was right. She had been looking forward to the weekend with John. They hadn't had any fixed plans, which meant that her imagination had started to wander along the various physical avenues that their bodies might explore! Well, instead she would enjoy some time on her own, she had always liked her own company and had never really experienced loneliness. She could catch up on a whole load of stuff; maybe go to one of the galleries or museums she had been thinking about for ages or call some of her friends and see what they were up to. Or, perhaps something else? What the hell, maybe now was the time to take a risk and do something a little daring; not dangerous, but exciting and different. She remembered the night club one of her friends had told her about; Domage was its name. It was dedicated to S&M and had a party for new members every Saturday night. If such places could be, it was meant to be respectful and safe. You needed to be a member but apparently that was never a problem for a young attractive girl on her own! OK she was a little scarred; she had never done anything like this before, but as the day passed her confidence grew and any residual fear turned into excitement. Anyway, if she didn't like it or felt remotely uncomfortable she would just walk out. What to wear that was the big question? With a heavy rock track on the CD player she opened the wardrobe. She wanted to feel incredibly sexy but not look like an easy lay. In the end it was simple; a white wool lycra mix dress she hadn't worn since last summer. Well above the knee, sleeveless and very snug. No bra or stockings, a plain white G string and white stilettos were all that was needed. After further deliberation she decided on no jewellery, just a plain white choker around her neck and oodles of perfume. The dress fitted in all the right places. Her breasts were prominent, the nipples clearly visible and becoming more pronounced as she looked to them. She loved the feel of the material's texture against her aroused nipples as her breasts swayed to the music. The dress was especially tight across her hips accentuating her neat bum, leaving her crack clearly discernable and her pubic mound subtly but plainly on view. In the end she just walked up to the door and went straight in. At her request the taxi dropped her round the corner; she had hesitated slightly before crossing the street, but with a deep breath she strode purposefully up to the front entrance of Domage. The lobby was clean and smart and the friendly if rather spaced out pvc clad girl on the desk was very helpful in explaining the rules -- You don't get in unless you are a member or a member's guest, anything goes so long as it's legal, consensual and you use a condom; one step out of line though, or any complaint from another member, and your membership is instantly withdrawn. She entered a large dimly lit bar area; the whole place had a gothic theme that extended to plush red drapes, ornate mouldings and candelabras on every available surface. 10.00pm on a Saturday was still early and the bar area was about half full. Some people were chatting in small groups; there were some couples and a handful of singles. The tone was surprisingly respectful and quite reserved, but there was an air of anticipation. As her eyes became accustomed to the lighting she could see that there was a spot lit stage at the end of the main room away from the bar and that there were a series of curtains around the side which appeared to lead to a series of more private spaces. Mike noticed her as someone special the moment she walked into the room. Different people from different backgrounds and with completely different outlooks were attracted to a club like Domage. Some of the girls had insatiable appetites for sex, were forever looking for a good time, but never seemed to quite know if they had found it; others were there in groups for a girly giggle and invariably got embarrassingly drunk; and then there were the submissive accessories paraded by insecure males. Mike was not particularly interested in any of these stereotypes and sometimes wondered why he maintained his membership. The beautiful slim and sexily dressed girl who had just walked in didn't fit any of the normal categories. She was obviously new, but she moved with a deliberate coolness. Even if she was a little uncertain about her surroundings she was very much in control of herself. She wasn't dressed as a tart but she showed just enough and moved in a way that was incredibly sexy without having to try very hard. She could have got away with the dress at a normal party and at a pinch it wouldn't have looked out of place at a society function. In the secluded lighting of Domage she looked both sophisticated and incredibly fuckable. Strong in her desires but willing to follow the right lead; he hoped. She fascinated him. He decided to bide his time and enjoy observing from a distance before making his move. Unaware that she had Mike's keen attention, she too took her time. She had always liked people watching and as the majority of the club's occupants were blatant exhibitionists this was no problem whatsoever and after a few minutes her initial unease faded and she felt comfortable adopting a role of passive observer. Over the course of the next 45 minutes three single men and one woman approached her. Four drink offers and some not particularly imaginative chat up lines were all politely but firmly turned down. She was enjoying herself but in a continuing passive way that was focussed on satisfying her curiosity. What brought these people here; what did they do during the rest of their lives? Did being here satisfy them? For her it all felt a little superficial, the clubbers were either blatant exhibitionists who enjoyed being watched (nothing wrong with that of course but in this context it felt shallow), or they were searching for something unattainable in such a public place. She left suddenly after an hour and a half, not because she was bored but because she knew she was in danger of crossing a line into a superficial world that many of the clubbers occupied and she knew that was not what she was looking for. In the taxi home she couldn't stop smiling. She had risen to the challenge of her self-dare and had enjoyed it. It was too soon to analyse her reaction or think about any implications, now was a time for private satisfaction. At home she poured herself the large gin and tonic she had denied herself at the club put back on the tape she had listened to while she showered. Two drinks later she was dancing naked eyes closed and, in her imagination, the focal point in a room full of aggressive men whose sole intention was to make her their sexual play thing. She woke the next morning with a slight hangover and a continuing smile at the thought of her behaviour the night before. It was a gloriously sunny morning. Her head soon felt clear and she was just glad to be alive and eager with the anticipation of a free day and no fixed plans. She went to the door to collect the delivered Sunday newspaper and found a plain white envelope as well as the paper. She carried both back to the living room, settled back with her coffee and idly opened the envelope. You are a very special and rare type of woman. I believe you have embarked on a voyage of personal discovery the objective of which you do not yet know; all you know is that you are searching for something. You know that that something involves your submission to the sexual desires of a strong and understanding man who will dominate you with sensitivity. If I am right and you wish to pursue your desire with a man who already knows you better than you can imagine, then you will follow these simple instructions; At precisely mid day today you will leave your flat dressed exactly as you were last night, except that on this occasion you will wear no underwear. You will walk to the cafe at the corner of Charlotte Street and Percy Street, where you will take a prominent pavement side table and order a glass of champagne. You will then receive further instructions. If you do not wish to explore this side of yourself then you should simply ignore these instructions and risk spending the rest of your life wandering what might have been! Fear, outrage, excitement; her body was actually shaking! Her immediate reaction was anger; how dare this bastard, whoever he was, intrude on her life, not just her physical life but her deepest most personal desires! How could someone she didn't know so accurately summarise her current feelings? Last night she had been in control; now here was someone who clearly felt it his right to take that control from her. After a minute's reflection her mood shifted and she was struck by the realisation that maybe this was exactly what she desired and maybe an introduction to exactly what was missing from her life. She sat down with the knowledge that actually there was no debate, no decision to make, it was simple; if she failed to comply with the instructions she would be denying herself her deepest need and risked a life of forever wandering -- what if....? By following the instructions she would in an instant be surrendering control to her faceless, unknown, unnamed master! She had slept in but still had an hour and a half before mid day. Like an eager pensioner on her way to a party she was ready with half an hour to spare. She complied with the instructions to the letter. She felt vulnerable without knickers, something she had done before but never with such a short skirt. And so here she was a couple of minutes after mid day carefully taking her seat outside Cafe Bleu on the corner of Charlotte Street. From the slightly flirtatious waiter she ordered a glass of the house champagne. Was her would be master at the cafe or was he watching from a distance? How would he approach her? Would he approach her and how would she react if he did? She sat with an outward appearance of calm masking an inner state of complete turmoil... She repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her legs, each time checking herself, remembering her knickerless state and the fact that unseen eyes were undoubtedly scrutinising her; observing her body, dissecting her emotional state, planning the next move! The anticipation was tormenting her. In the distance she heard a phone ringing followed a minute later by the waiter returning to her table with a cheeky smile and folded note. You are a very beautiful woman. Thank you for your obedience. You will not regret your decision. She didn't know whether to cry with relief or dance with excitement! There were no further instructions so, after sitting quietly for a few minutes her body still but her mind racing, she returned home slowly disappointed that nothing more had happened but again pleased that she had accepted the challenge. On the door mat there was another plain white envelope. She opened it slowly this time slightly fearful of what lay inside. There was another note and a collection of half a dozen large format photographs. They were all of her sitting at the cafe. They had been taken with an exceptionally powerful lens as they were all close ups. The first was of her face, slightly to the side and with the champagne glass brushing her lips. The second of her lips alone, moist with the champagne and slightly parted in anticipation of the next taste. The third was of her left breast, its profile clearly visible and the nipple prominent through the shear white material of her dress. The next was of her left foot in motion as she elevated it above the other leg. The next of her thighs still crossed but exposing much more than she expected. The last was the most detail close up of all and showed her thighs apart, Sharon Stone style, as she uncrossed her legs. There was of course a shadow but the profile of her pubis was clearly visible as was the outline of her neatly trimmed bush. She melted to the hall floor not with embarrassment but at the power of her still unknown adversary and his ability to make her feel so weak and vulnerable but at the same time so incredibly sexy. The note was very short: You are beautiful. You can relax for the rest of today. From tomorrow morning you must always be ready. The rest of the day passed uneventfully and when she woke on Monday the events of the weekend were a slightly fuzzy but warm memory. She started to dress in one of her normal work outfits and then remembered the final message. What the hell, go for it; out with the smart trouser suit and on with an above the knee fitted skirt, shear white blouse and high heels. She paused for a moment before leaving the flat and then hitched up her skirt and removed her panties leaving them on the hall table! "If that doesn't constitute being ready I don't know what will!" She said to herself as she closed her flat door behind her. It was a normal Monday morning with a mix of weekend story banter and focus on the working week ahead. She had an informal working lunch with a couple of colleagues which had started to go very well as they finished the first bottle of sauvignon blanc and continued on into the afternoon. It was nearing the end of the working day when she returned to her office. Her head was full of all the things she had intended to do during the afternoon and she almost didn't hear her secretary tell her that a guy from IT had been to fix her computer. "But there's nothing wrong with my lap top?" Her secretary just shrugged and then their conversation was interrupted by the ring of her desk phone. "Hi, Jane here" "Hello Jane. Are you ready?" The voice was firm and calm, insistent but considered and above all it left no doubt from the outset that he was in control. "Er.. yes, but..." "My name is Mike, but you will have no need of a name for me as henceforth you will only speak when I require you to speak. "New software has been loaded onto your lap top allowing for the remote control of the integral camera" She glanced at her computer desk top and noticed a new slow blinking camera icon in the bottom right hand corner. "Undo the top two buttons of your blouse" The voice took her slightly by surprise as it now came from the lap top speaker. She put the phone down and glanced up; her office door had shut behind her so that she couldn't be seen and his voice couldn't be heard. She complied in silence; she wasn't thinking of any potential consequences, it was as if she were in a trance. "I haven't seen any of your underwear before, I like you bra, what I can see of it anyway, show me some more." She pulled the two sides of her blouse apart further, revealing the soft sheen of the semi transparent bra. She could feel her nipples pushing against the thin material. She wanted to please him. She undid another 2 buttons so that both cups were fully displayed. "I like your initiative, very nice. Now, pull out each breast in turn, I want to see your nipples. "Good, very beautiful; now squeeze you breasts, make the nipples stand out. "Pinch them hard I want you to do it so it starts to hurt." She gasped as she complied. Her mind wandered for a second. Was this the real her? Was this what she had been looking for? Oh my god, what next? She remembered her knickerless state and felt the beginnings of a dampness growing between her clenched thighs. Her anticipation was correct! "I like your skirt, lift it, show me how you obeyed my instructions" This time she hesitated. "Do it now!" he insisted. There were no shadows now to mask her but with a hesitant movement of her arm her entire pubic region was on display. "Show me all of yourself, open your legs. "Now, use your hands, spread your lips, I want to see inside you." The touch of her hand sent a shiver through her body. She had never felt so alive, so complete and at the same time so dependent on another person. "Play with yourself; I give you permission to enjoy; but you must not come, yet!" Her figures moved in a familiar figure of eight motion over her clit. After a little while she became bolder; her right hand continued its regular motion while the fingers of her left hand opened her lips wide. She wanted to show him her ability to comply, she wanted to expose herself to him, and she wanted to be controlled by him. Her left index finger strayed briefly down to her anus collecting a small bead of moisture before returning to her vagina. "You like it there do you. So do I! Open the left hand draw of your desk." She kept her eyes closed and as if by instinct found the long smooth dildo that was hidden in there. "Slowly insert it in your vagina; I want to see it spread your lips apart" "You have been very good. So far I am very proud of you. I have a little test for you now though. It is intended to establish your will and your obedience. "Take the dildo out of your vagina and force it as quickly as you can into your anus. Not just part of the way but the whole dildo in a single movement. Think about it for a moment first, feel the size of it with your fingers, the anticipation of pain is as important as the moment itself. "Now do it." She complied instantly. The pain was sharp but she didn't hesitate and an inner satisfaction soon overcame both the fear and the pain. "Beautiful. You will leave that there until you wake tomorrow morning, it will be your constant memory of this time and the intensity of the orgasm you are about to experience. Now come for me." Jane's Bondage Awakening In seconds she was there, the peak of the climax was incredibly intense and lasted as long as any other she could remember. She sat still for a time, her eyes closed. Slowly in the distance she heard a humming noise, what...? A vacuum cleaner! The reality of her location hit her. The camera icon was no longer blinking indicating that he wasn't watching anymore; instead her in box indicated that a new email had just arrived. You are a very very special person. Thank you for your compliance and for allowing me to glimpse your inner beauty. I have to be away for a short while but I will be in touch soon. Remember you must always be ready." Later in her life Jane looked back on that day as the time when she surrendered. Not just to Mike but to her previously hidden desire and through her surrender she achieved a sense of freedom and belonging that she had never known before. The week seemed to pass in a daze. There was no contact from him for what seemed like an age but she was not conscious of the days slipping by or what she particularly did either at work or in her spare time. She avoided other people and any situation where she would be obliged to reveal her feelings on any subject. John left two messages at home and another two on her mobile. "How was her weekend?" "Was she OK?" "Where was she?" "Why aren't you calling me?" It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to John; she didn't even feel particularly guilty. She just didn't know what to say to him. This very strange and incredibly exciting place that she found herself had nothing to do with her previous life and there was definitely no role in it for John! Most of all her mind was focussed on waiting. Not in a stressed or anxious way. She knew with calm certainty that Mike would contact her and when he did she must be ready. On Friday morning a courier delivered an unassuming A4 envelope to her office. There was nothing outwardly special about it and it was simply addressed to her and stamped Private and Confidential. She knew at once though that it was from him. Resisting the temptation to open it in front of her secretary she retreated to her desk, the scene of their last encounter. As with all his previous communications, the contents were simple and self explanatory. The name and address of a hotel in the West End, an electronic key card to Room 504 and a time: 6.00pm this evening. Nothing else! For the rest of the day her mind was full of questions, anticipation and yes a considerable amount of fear too! So far she had always been on her own territory but the room key represented a threshold to his domain and she didn't know what lay on the other side. At 5.00 she fleetingly considered running away. As if he knew her thoughts an email appeared on her screen. There was no reference to the envelope or the arrangements for the evening just a simple message: You know you are special; you owe it to yourself to discover how you much can enjoy life. I know I will not be disappointed. Before leaving the office she removed her bra so that she was completely naked below the simple cream tunic dress she wore. The Cavendish Court Hotel on Riding House Street was only 10 minutes away and she had to walk around the block twice to avoid being early. At just before 6.00 she walked hesitantly through the door. The reception desk was to the right and the lift straight ahead. Well, she had her key so she went straight to the lift exchanging the briefest of eye contacts with the uniformed male receptionist whose slight smile appeared to note everything about her and what she was doing. Here she was at the door to Room 504. A physical threshold as well as an emotional one! She paused. Should she enter, she had a key, he clearly intended her to walk straight in? Would he be there? Just what did lie on the other side of that door? She always knew she would go ahead; she had to! If she backed out now she would never know what lay on the other side of that door and not knowing would be an eternal torment that she knew she could not tolerate. A deep breath, a simple swipe of the key, a flicker of a small green light, her hand resting lightly on the handle and the door opened almost by itself. It was a generous room with large windows onto Riding House Street and the bustle of normality below. There was a large bed to one side of the room, ample space in front with two comfortable chairs and a dresser on which had been placed an enormous vase of lilies and an opened bottle of champagne with two glasses -- a bit corny perhaps and surely not part of the normal hotel service, but comforting in its humility all the same. Beyond the dresser lay a door to the bathroom. She checked the door just in case her master had for some reason decided to hide from her, but the room was empty. She noticed a simple envelope on top of the dresser with her name on it. No this wasn't a dream! She was meant to be here; this was for her. It did feel right. She carefully opened the envelope and read the note. Well done! Do not be scarred, you must know that I mean you no harm. Please relax for a few minutes; you have half an hour to prepare yourself. Have a shower and a drink if you like. In the top draw of the dresser you will find what I wish you to wear. She opened the draw and was surprised to see that it contained relatively little. First, a pair of sheer black hold up stockings. There was no other underwear or other conventional clothing at all. Next to the stockings was a black blindfold mask, a black chocker neck belt and four matching black straps, attached to one of which was a pair of handcuffs. Lastly there was a black dildo identical to the one she had received at the beginning of the week. She understood that the straps were for her wrists and ankles and the handcuffs were to secure her to the bed. In the relief of the delayed meeting she busied herself with her preparations. Yes, a large glass of champagne, a shower and five minutes of naked contemplation making some adjustments to her make up in the dresser mirror. She laid the stockings and straps on the bed. The stockings were so smooth they almost rolled themselves onto her long legs. After the neck collar and straps she paused again in front of the full length mirror next to the dresser. How would she look at this body after today, would her self-perspective be changed forever? In front of her was the woman she used to know; who would be facing her the next time she looked in this or any other mirror? With the practice she had had over the last couple of days, inserting the dildo in her anus was no problem and felt almost comfortable. There was no obvious place to attach the ankle straps so she left them simply fastened around each ankle. The combination of wrist straps and hand cuffs was more obvious and after she had positioned the blindfold over her eyes she didn't hesitate before she manacled herself to the bed head. Suddenly with the loss of her sight and her restricted movement her other senses seemed to be more highly tuned. She lay still; she had no choice! She listened for the slightest sound that would indicate what was to happen next. Did she feel scarred? Hell yes, not quite terrified but the combination of the unknown and her complete vulnerability made her feel more alone than she had ever felt before. She tried to focus on her memories of the room around her, the flowers, the champagne, her own clothes hanging neatly in the wardrobe, the familiar street outside and the bustle of Londoners on their way home or on their way out for the evening. Her thoughts were arrested by the shrill sound of the phone on the bed side table not two feet away from her head. There was no way she could answer it and for a moment she was gripped by panic -- who was it, what would they do when they got no reply? And then she realised that this was the purpose of the call. It was him checking that she was ready! After 5 rings the phone went silent and she was left again in silence but this time with renewed anticipation. A click, a room key, the swish of a door against carpet, a couple of deliberate but muffled footsteps. There was someone in the room. She gasped a small cry but stifled it fearful that she would offend. Two more steps, a silent watching pause, and then the clink of a bottle against glass, the flow of liquid and the slight fizz of champagne bubbles. The barely perceptible sound of someone, definitely a man, drinking followed by a sigh of satisfaction. "The stockings suit you and your vulnerability is very becoming. Open your legs let me see you." She complied slowly. "Wider" She complied more quickly! "You are as beautiful close up as I expected and in your willingness to please me you will realise your own hidden desires. "You are completely safe, I will not hurt you and I think you know that. If at any point we go too far or too quickly you only need ask that we pause. I will not be disappointed. You have entered this arrangement of your own free will and the retention of your freedom is a key element to the fulfilment we both desire." "Do you have any questions?" "No." "Is your pussy wet?" She hesitated! "I require an answer" "Yes" "Do you look forward to my cock in there?" "Yes" "Is you anus sore?" "No" "Do you look forward to my cock in there too?" "Yes" There was a ruffle of cloth from the other side of the room that indicated his partial or complete undress; she wasn't sure which but the thought of the proximity of this unknown naked man's body enhanced her excitement. She sensed his body draw close for the first time then felt a trace of warmth across her face, chest and abdomen as his hands silently followed the curves of her body without physically touching her. She sensed his eyes exploring the minutiae of her exposed body. Sudden pain as her left nipple was grasped, the complete surprise enhancing the pain. Followed immediately by his mouth on the other nipple; not a caress but a sharp bite. She gasped, then sighed as the pain eased. It was a short respite before his lips and teeth moved to her mouth. Again, it was more of an assault than a caress. She didn't resist. She was passive at first then she responded, she could not help herself; her tongue met his and then his teeth, she snarled and tried again only to be met once more by his insistent lips and tongue that demanded dominance. She gave way, she knew she must, he must dominate in all physical respects; it was now part of their unwritten but clear rules. The attack on her mouth ended and there was a pause. Yes, he was just looking at her; she knew nothing of his looks other that the certainty of the satisfied, almost childlike, grin on his face. She was his conquest! Now gentle! His hands caressing her legs; first the outside of her thighs just above the stocking tops and then down in long smooth swirling movements until he held her by the ankles. The ankles were then lifted one at a time and the ankle straps attached to some previously unseen points high on the wall above her head. The result was that her legs remained spread wide but were now extended high above her. She was exposed even more and he would now clearly see the dildo snugly protruding from her anus. She felt it move slightly as he tested it with his hand. Then it was the turn of his mouth again; full on covering her entire pussy, kissing, sucking and then gently focussing on her now engorged clitoris; then rapid stabbing motions of his tongue inside her followed by further attention to her clit; not with gentle lips this time but nibbling teeth. His attentions to her were constant and constantly varying. So far her entire focus had been on anticipating his next move; where, how with what, would it hurt....? But now she found her body taking over; she felt the beginning swell of an orgasm deep inside her. He sensed it too. "Oh my precious, that is a delightful reward for me but you have not earned that yet. You can only come with my permission." His focus shifted suddenly again, his body pressing against hers spreading her legs further and seeming to crush her into the corner of the bed. A further assault on her mouth, not with his mouth but his cock this time. In her dark world she had imagined it but now it seemed much larger than she had thought as it insistently probed her lips. She complied, she had no choice, and that was what she wanted. At first it probed her mouth only, its size belayed by an apparent gentleness. But then he pushed in further, to the back of her mouth, passed her tonsils and into her throat in one smooth firm stroke. She managed to resist the gagging reflex and was proud when she felt his pubic hair against her chin indicating that she had accommodated his full length. He moved out again slowly at first and then his movements became more rapid. She felt his cock again and again against the back of her throat as he gave her no opportunity to adjust, let alone take the deep breath that her body yearned for. Suddenly he stopped; he too was nearing his climax and wanted to wait. His penis shuddered a couple of times and her tongue tasted the fist dribble of his come, then he withdraw completely. Now it was her turn again, not her vagina but her anus this time. He played teasingly with the dildo; moving it gently in and out and then turning it. Suddenly it was removed and she felt her anus tremor after the plug unsure whether to close or stay open. His tongue made the decision for her as it plunged into her, filling her with saliva and then relishing her most sensitive and most private inner part. The dildo again now, but in her vagina as opposed to her anus this time. It somehow felt larger than she had expected. It plunged in and was forced as far as her frail body would allow. She knew what was to happen next, she had anticipated it ever since he had first commented on her anus. His cock was hard and insistent; it showed no mercy as he forced his full length inside her stretched rectum. She cried out for the first time; should she ask him to stop? No she mustn't, but the pain was almost unbearable. He sensed this and slowed, his new gentleness allowing her anus time to become accustomed. He left his cock unmoving inside her as his hand played with the plug and then a little higher onto her clit. "Now my baby, now my beautiful bitch, come for me." As he said these final words he started to move his cock again and as her climax rose so did the tempo of his movements. She reached her peak a second before he did and they rode the wave together, both of them crying out, both of them totally out of control; both of them knowing in that instant that this was a special moment; not just for the intensity of the shared climax but also what this moment signified for their respective futures. As the breathing slowed he withdrew from her and laid between her legs while he caught his breath. "I have never met anyone like you. You are an exceptional human being. I love you." She did not reply, she didn't know what to say. His expression of love for her had revealed his own weakness. He again caressed her legs as he untied the ankle straps and laid her legs on the bed. He then left her for a few minutes and she could hear him in the bathroom. He returned silently and then she could then hear the noises of his clothes as he put them back on. He opened her left hand and placed in it something small and metallic; a key! A final forceful kiss on the lips his tongue stretching inwards. "You can stay her as long as you wish. You will not regret the decisions you have made. I will contact you soon. You must remain ready at all times." Two strides, the opening of the door and he was gone.