4 comments/ 34314 views/ 2 favorites Making You Mine By: JosMan This story was written as a personal one for a vey special lady in my life. My slut. I asked her if I could share it with everyone here and she said she would be honoured. So if after having read it you realise you have enjoyed it then it's all thanks to her. She knows who she is and what she does to me and how I feel about her........... I call to collect you from your house, having already made sure I left you instructions on how to dress for me today. Short, tight skirt, hold up stockings, high, spiked heels, tight top, no bra and panties and a little leather jacket. I wait in the car for you so I can watch you walk to me, swaying as you do, looking so damn hot it's untrue, then I get out of the car, come round to the passenger side, open the door and help you into the car, getting a good look up your skirt as I do. Good, I see you haven't shaved for a day or two and your pussy looks a little hairy. I like to see that you can follow instructions. I close the door as you get comfortable, then get back in the car and close my door, start the engine, then pull away from the kerb. As we drive I look at you and am pleased to see that you have remembered what you are supposed to do as we drive along. As I watch I see you slide a little further down in your seat, slide your skirt up and lazily start to toy with your cunt, the smell of which permeates the car. God, you smell so good down there. I pull up at a traffic light and look past you at the woman in the car next to us, motioning with my head for her to take a look into my car. She does and her eyes go as wide as saucers when she sees exactly what you're doing. I tell you to look at her, smile, then lick your fingers clean and I am delighted when I see you obey without question. The woman's face goes almost as red as her car as she watches you and I can see her squirm in her seat slightly, obviously uncomfortably excited by your little show. Both hers and my car windows are down so I instruct you to dip a finger in your wet cunt and offer it to her out of the window, just to see her reaction. You do as commanded, and it really comes as no surprise when she leans out of her car window slightly and sucks your finger into her mouth, her eyes seeming to glaze over as she does so. I call across to her that there's more where that came from if she wants to follow us. The smile on her face would seem to be all the answer we need as she pulls across to fall in line with my car as the lights change. It's not far to where we're going and when we get there I pull my car off the road and look in the mirror and watch as she pulls up behind us. I get out of the car and come round to your side to help you from the car, your legs look so good as you swing them out of the car and stand up. I tell you again, as I do so often how good you look and how sexy you are and how proud I am that you want to be with me. You just smile and lean across and kiss me, telling me you feel the same. The woman behind us gets out of her car and looks a little awkward as we go to her. I offer my hand and introduce myself, then introduce you as my lady. She smiles, seemingly a little more at ease as she tells us her name. I ask her if she's comfortable to be with us, even though she has no idea, which for that matter, neither do you, what's about to happen. She nods her head and shyly says that as long as she gets more of what she had at the lights then she's more than happy. I look at you and see the smile on your face. Obviously I have chosen well for she seems to meet your approval too. I lead the way, with you on my arm and her following slightly behind, to the door in the building in front of us. There are no windows or signs outside but the look of trust on your face re-assures me that you're ok. I open the door and stand back to let you and her enter, then follow you, closing the door behind me. Inside the building is what appears to be a little office space. We go into it and sitting behind a desk is a young woman. She looks to be in her mid twenties; her hair is cut quite short and has a blue tint that matches her eyes. Her arms are decorated with tattoos and she wears blue jeans, a halter top and knee high, high heeled boots. She smiles at me and asks if I'm ok. I reply that I am and that we're here for your appointment. She smiles at you and introduces herself to you, then does the same to the woman with us. Finally I look at her. She seems to be about 40 years old, with long, blonde hair and grey eyes. She is wearing a sundress and sandals and actually looks quite calm about things so far. I take your hand and we follow the young girl out of the office through a door in the back wall and into another room. In the middle of this room is what looks like an old fashioned barbers chair, covered in leather with a back that obviously lies down and foot rests that rise up. I let go of your hand and the young lady takes it and helps you to sit in the chair. You look at me with a slightly concerned look on your face but I smile and tell you its ok and to trust her as you're in good hands. The blonde moves to sit in the chair in the corner as I move to stand beside you in the chair. Looking down at you I lower my head and kiss you hard on the lips, tasting your lipstick but trying not to smudge it. I whisper in your ear and tell you to trust me, then reach for your wrists and secure each one to the chair arms with the attached Velcro straps. I then move and do the same to your ankles, pinning you down to the chair. I then find the control on the chair and let it go down until you are almost horizontal with your head on the cushion behind it. As your jacket parts I can see how hard your nipples are, obviously you are in a state of arousal as its quite warm in the room. Smiling at you I move my hands and start to unbutton your top, a look of worry crossing your face until I tell you its ok, and to trust me. When it's fully opened I move the material to the side to reveal your gorgeous breasts in all their glory, then quickly lower my head to suck on one of you nipples, causing a low moan to escape your lips. The dark haired girl is busy at a table in the corner of the room but the blonde doesn't remain idle and gets out of her chair and as I look down on you I can tell what she has done without even looking as your eyes go wide and I hear the sound of a wet pussy being licked. I turn to watch her as she kneels between your open legs and her tongue darts out, flicking up and down your slit, helping herself to what she had a taste of in the car. She looks very accomplished and it seems as though you feel the same, judging by the gasps and moans escaping your lips. Once again I bend down and worship your nipples with my mouth, making them even harder. Maybe the blonde eating your cunt has something to do with it as well. The dark haired girl comes back to the other side of the chair from me, smiling all over her face at what is happening and asks you if you are ready. A look of worry crosses your face and I tell her that yes, you are ready. I move away from you, leaving the blonde still kissing your wonderful pussy, your legs tensing and relaxing as she hits all the right spots. The dark haired girl takes a thin piece of cloth and uses it to wipe a clear liquid all over your left nipple, coating it and cleaning it all at the same time. Then as you watch, she takes a needle from a sterile packet and very carefully and gently starts to push it at your nipple. Your eyes go wide again as you realise what's happening, but you lie still as she does her job. I know it hurts some but it will soon be over and so you can lie still I grab the blonde's hair and pull her away from your pussy. She looks like she has just had her candy taken from her as she sits back in the chair in the corner, but contents herself with lifting her dress, pulling her panties to one side, then burying three fingers into her pussy as she looks into your eyes, moaning as she fucks herself and plays with her clit. This obviously takes your mind off what's happening to you, so much so that when you look down at your breast, it sports a shiny gold ring with a ball closure. It is exactly the same as mine only mine is silver. You look good in gold so I thought you should wear it for me. The girl puts down her stuff, removes her gloves and then lowers her head to your newly pierced nipple and covers it in tiny kisses, hopefully taking away the pain and replacing it with pleasure. Her doing that to you and the blonde fucking herself is too much for me so I stand up, undo my trousers and let them fall, revealing my cock, totally solid and leaking precum. I move across to the side of the chair and offer myself to your mouth, smiling as through your tears you open wide and take me in. your cock sucking is so amazing that I can't resist moving my hips to fuck your mouth as you lie there. The blonde has taken her fingers from her wet pussy and has come across to the chair. She stands behind me and reaches round, taking hold of my cock and then stroking me slowly up and down against your lips. Her bright red fingernails look so good against the tight skin of my cock as she wanks me into your mouth. Your pierced nipple is still being worshipped by the dark haired girl who now decides to explore further, her hand reaches out and starts to stroke your tummy, then a little lower and down into your wispy hair. Her fingers finally locate your clit and she flicks it gently with a nail, causing you to squirm against your restraints. I then watch as she points all four of her fingers at your wetness and drives them into you deep and fast, letting her thumb hit on your clit. I hear you moan and gasp with my cock still in your mouth, held there by the blonde. Your cunt is getting finger fucked really hard and fast now, your ass is wriggling all over the chair and I can tell that it won't be long before your orgasm overtakes you as I stand beside the chair, the blonde pulls my cock from your mouth and looking at you to get your permission and obviously getting it she kneels on the floor, right beside your head and takes my swollen cock into her red lipsticked mouth, bobbing her head up and down, taking me deep into her mouth as she does so. Your eyes are glued to my cock going in and out of her mouth. What with that and the fucking your cunt is getting I watch your orgasm hit you, causing you to scream aloud. Just as you reach your climax I pull my cock from the blondes mouth and move it to you, taking it in my hand and wanking so fast at your face, then grunting like an animal, calling out your name as I explode all over your face, ropes of thick cum covering you. In your hair, your eyes, your nose and your mouth. I tell the blonde to get off her knees and lick up all my cum from your face, but not to swallow it as it belongs to you. She has to get it all in her mouth, then kiss you to give it to the one it's meant for. She does as she's told and I watch as her tongue scoops up all my offering and proceeds to hover her mouth over yours and let it trickle from her tongue and into your waiting mouth. When she has got it all and passed it to you she bends again and kisses you long and hard and deep, her tongue exploring your mouth as yours plays with hers. The dark haired girl removes her fingers from your pussy, then reaches for a bowl of hot water. She proceeds to wash your cunt and get a good lather going with the soft soap before reaching for a cut throat razor and slowly starting to shave your gorgeous pussy. She takes her time as she has been instructed, removing every bit of hair and finally cleaning you off and applying a fine coating of soothing oils. The blonde is still kissing you as I move to come round the other side of the chair. I smile down at you and ask if you're ready for part two.................. As the blonde moves away from you to let me close, you look up into my eyes as I smile down at you, bending to kiss you softly on your sweet, red lips. I ask again if you're ready for more and you just nod your head and say, yes please. I look at the dark haired girl and nod my head. She smiles and moves to kneel between your legs where the blonde was, looking in your eyes as she blows a stream of cold air at your dripping pussy. She then lowers her mouth even more to close it over the whole of your mound, her tongue obviously doing wonders to you as you are squirming even harder against your restraints. I motion for the blonde to come to where I am standing and move a stool close to the chair by your head. I help her stand on the stool, turning her so that her pussy is just above your face. I then ask if you would like something to eat. You can plainly see what's on the menu as it is right above you. You tell me you're very hungry and will I please feed you. I look at the blonde and tell her to sit. She follows my directions and sits softly on your face, her eyes going wide as she feels your tongue go deep into her dripping, wet cunt. I love watching you eat another woman's cunt; it turns me on so damn much. So much so in fact that I feel my cock start to stiffen once more. I move away from the chair and go to kneel behind the dark haired girl as she eats you, roughly undoing and pulling off her jeans over her boots, leaving her in just panties and heels with her thin top already pulled up as she plays with her own nipples. I'm sure you can hear the sound of me slapping my stiffening cock on her bare ass, causing her to eat your pussy a little more vigorously. I reach up and grab her head, pushing it even harder against you as I drive my thick, swollen cock deep into her with one push. She is damn tight, but not as tight as you, my perfect slut. She lets out a yell against your cunt as my balls slap against her wetness, her tongue flying across your lips and your clit now as the blonde grinds herself on your face. I watch as she reaches behind herself and, after getting her fingers all coated in pussy juice and saliva, proceeds to slowly slide a finger into her own asshole. I lower myself down across the dark haired girls back as I drill her and whisper in her ear that my slut would like some of that and she is to give it to you. She lifts a hand from the floor and I watch her move it upwards. I can't see much from where I am but I'm sure I could tell the very instant she slipped her finger into your tiny asshole by the way your legs stiffened in the straps. I can see the movement of her arm and can tell that she is fingerfucking your ass as quick as I'm fucking her wet, sloppy cunt. The blonde on your face starts to moan even louder from the assault by your mouth, lips, teeth and tongue and the dark haired girl impaled on my cock is getting close to cumming. I can tell by the way she grips my cock tight with each inward thrust and her moans against your pussy are louder and more intense. There is no way I'm going to cum in her, that's for you, all for you as you know, so I reach under her and squeeze her clit hard, causing her to scream against you and her finger to move faster in your asshole. Her cunt clamps on me as she lets go, feeling like she is pissing on me she cums so hard. The blonde hears and sees her cum and joins her in orgasm, almost drowning you in her juices. She gets off your face and I pull out of the other girl as she carries on fucking your ass and eating your cunt, driving you towards your orgasm. I move beside you and lower my head and proceed to lick all the blondes' juices off your face, then twist and pull on your unpierced nipple, causing you to cry out. Your little cunt licker takes this as a sign to redouble her efforts and really goes to town on your pussy, licking, lapping, nipping and biting you. The blonde moves to me and takes my still hard cock in her hand and starts to jack me off by your side, her hand not going all the way round me as she moves up and down, then falls to her knees to take the head of my cock between her lips so you can watch. I think you like this as your eyes glaze over and your nostrils flare and with a scream, my name on your lips, you cum so hard. The dark haired girl pulls her finger slowly from your asshole, then as you watch her she licks it clean, then licks her lips. Unable to get all your juices she moves up to kiss you on the lips so you can taste yourself on her mouth and her chin. When you have licked her clean I take a handful of the blondes' hair and pull her away from my cock, making it plop from her mouth, her saliva dripping off it as she stands up. Again I nod to the dark haired girl, and she smiles and nods back at me, reaching for her equipment once more, taking another sterile wipe and rubbing it all over your pussy lips and the hood of your clit. I bet you can guess what happens next can't you? She smooths on a little anaesthetic cream and rubs it in gently, then takes another needle and with a steady hand she moves it to your pussy. Your eyes look up at mine in concern and again I tell you not to worry, taking your hand as the needle pierces the hood of your clitoris, then follows through and out the other side. Your eyes have tears in them from the pain but that will soon pass, I promise. She removes the needle, leaving the guide in place and slides in a matching ring, then removes the guide, leaving the ring in place, then secures it with a gold ball closure. You now have matching nipple ring and clit ring. She makes sure it is in the correct position by bouncing the ball on your clit, causing you to jump slightly, then tells you it will do that all the time you are walking around. As you are still almost horizontal she takes a hand mirror and angles it so that you can see her handiwork, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. I look at you, so proud and tell you how beautiful it looks and how beautiful you truly are. I move away from you and position myself between your legs, my cock still standing firm and proud, my fist wrapped round it making the head turn deep purple, the precum glistening in the light. I move towards your newly shaved and pierced cunt, placing the head on your opening, then very slowly sliding it into you til my balls rest on your ass. I start to move very slowly, pulling all the way out, then driving slowly all the way back in, dragging your cunt lips along the full length of my cock. I tell you its ok to feel your new jewellery if you like. You move your hand and touch it gingerly, then when you realise it doesn't hurt as much as you obviously first feared, you do it with more vigour, until your fingers are flashing across your clit, causing me to speed up my fucking. My hips are forcing me in deep and hard now, the tip of my cock opening you up deep inside. I turn your head to the side so you can see the other two girls engaged in a very noisy and very messy 69, both trying to make the other cum first. Fingers and other objects are inserted into all their holes as I fuck you harder and we watch them. I look in your eyes and tell you I am so close to cumming. You tell me to pull out and cum all over your new jewellery to anoint it with my seed. I smile at you as I fuck you, then quickly pull out, take myself in hand and wank my huge cock til with a grunt like an animal I unload all over you. Thick ropes of cum blast out, coating your tummy and your cunt, my cream all round the ring. I move again, placing my cock at your mouth, inviting you to clean it and get the last drips of my cum. You do so, your tongue licking me clean. I then move to kneel between your legs and softly I lick all of my cum up from you, then move again, holding it in my mouth until I can lean down and kiss you, giving you the whole mouthful. You moan against my lips as my cum passes into your mouth and I feel you swallowing the cream you like so much. The two girls both seem to climax at exactly the same time, then just lie on the floor and hold each other. They seem to be lost in each other and don't seem to notice us anymore. The smell of sex is so strong in the room. I reach to your restraints and release them one by one, then take you in my arms and feel you squeeze me tight, thank yous in my ears and tears against my cheek as I rock you like a baby......... Making You Mine Ch. 01 Author's note: This story may appear to contain non-consent and blackmail elements in the beginning but is essentially a tale of a Rubenesque dominant woman drawing a closeted submissive man out of his shell and helping him embrace this side of his sexuality through her love. * * * You stand from the chair with a tired moan and stretch your rigid muscles after a long day spent at the desk. I watch your eyes as they blink away the sleepy spell that had threatened to overcome you mere minutes ago. But I know you better than that. I know you are not the person to leave your task at hand unfinished, such a perfectionist you are. Look at that tightly bound tie! It is Friday night, a long holiday weekend ahead of us. There is barely anyone left at the office and you still observe the dress code, why? Would it be such a sin to loosen that knot, just a little bit. Or is it perhaps that you enjoy the feel of the silk around your neck, keeping you in check, a constant reminder of where you are, what you are? I have been wondering for a long time now, lurking around you, gathering all the small signs and I am still not sure. Are you growing aware of your needs, of the amazing potential of your heart? Or still only indulging in what you believe to be a world of forbidden fantasy, a dream of guilty pleasures bought in sleazy motel rooms by people you equally despise, envy and admire? I am not sure yet. I doubt if you know. But by the end of this weekend we shall both see, my love. * * * You chat with Janice from accounting while the elevator descends into the parking lot. Your eyes that looked so very tired a few minutes ago sparkle with interest, shifting to the curve of her cleavage from her flirting smile. Her engagement ring barely shows as she throws back her hair, twirling a golden lock around her finger with each giggle. She is the type of woman you go after. The type of woman that keeps hurting you over and over again. My cell goes off as the elevator stops at the bottom of the office building. Max keeps it short and sweet, as always. "Set. Enjoy your weekend." he hangs up before I have a chance to thank him. Good old Max, he knows I won't be ungrateful anyway. I walk to my car and catch a glimpse of his red pick up driving off; make another phone call, the girls will survive a Friday night without me. I take my time, never quite letting you out of the corner of my eye, watch you reluctantly say good night to the cool blond. Her fiancé is there to pick her up. I can almost hear your heart dropping from the other end of the parking lot, standing there on your own, quietly praying for the moment to pass while they share an intimate welcome kiss. His passion is possessive, a blatant show for the Friday night office guy with the dark tie. Watch the assault of her lips closely, don't turn away, don't squirm in discomfort, he puts it on just for you. For you and everyone else to see that Janice is taken. The dazed expression on her face, the silent whisper that is only for his ears to hear confirms that even to you. Taken. Happily. "Let's get out of here babe." Even you must hear the triumphant rumble in his voice. I get in my car and watch in the mirror as you do the same. I listen intently as you try to start the engine, once, twice. It dies every time. You get out of the silver Ford with a frustrated frown on your handsome face, open the hood and look inside. I admire your bottom as it sways back and forth in the dark suit pants. You look so conservative, so orderly, even from behind. Five minutes pass before you start searching for your cell phone. It is in my pocket, dear. Old habits rise easily in crowded elevators. I hope you don't mind. I allow you one more round of crawling into your car and searching again under the seats before pulling up next to you in the almost empty parking lot. "Hello. Is there a problem?" I ask with a friendly smile. You get out of the car, studying my face with an odd expression. Somewhat familiar, isn't it? But you can't quite place the chubby girl with the wire framed glasses in her blue little Fiat. "I guess, my car broke down and I can't find my cell phone." you admit finally with a tired sigh. It has been a long week, you had been working hard, it has softened your reserve somewhat. I had chosen wisely. "Well, I don't know much about cars, but you are welcome to borrow my cell." I fumble with my purse, giving you time to mumble how it is not necessary, how you really don't mean to impose and finally to thank me as I hand it over to you through the window. The little "Goodbye" sign appears as soon as you push the first button to dial. It is my spare one. I had to keep it from recharging for over four days to get it this close to complete dying. Judging by the devastated and guilty expression on your face it was well worth the patience. "I'm sorry, seems everything I touch today breaks down." I smile. You are so adorable when embarrassed. Too bad you are so damn good at your job, always on guard, always up to date, rarely late for a meeting. I would have enjoyed to see a lot more of that slight blush gracing your cheeks over the last year. "Oh, don't worry. It was already beeping its last breath when I got the call in the elevator before. I guess the most I can offer to help you out is a ride. Where are you headed?" It takes surprisingly little convincing to get you into my car. What is a favor among colleagues after all? That much you have worked out already, I can see it in your eyes. The small talk flows easily while we drive south east. No plans for Friday night? You truly deserve a break. I watch you rub your face and cover a yawn with your hands quite unsuccessfully. "Not an everyday compliment." I counter with a teasing smile. You mumble sorry again, some excuse about a long week with a tired smile. We aren't even in my world yet but I can feel the power already shifting. Do you notice the handsome and successful lawyer turning suddenly shy? It is not you at the wheel, is it? Not you in control of the car, the situation. I know you long for this feeling, I have read your confessions so many times. In every dirty story you placed online. Each of them tells of your desire, your need to give up control, to feel owned and drawn under a magnificent woman's spell. To be bent to her will without question, be her servant, her stud, her fucktoy to take whenever it pleases her, however it pleases her. Just to please her. To make her smile. To feel the peace only giving yourself completely can provide, only her praise and satisfaction can nurture. I know of your desire and also of the fear. The powerful fear and guilt eating you alive. It robs your sleep, your energy, your peace of mind. I know it won't be easy but I can't let you suffer any longer, my love. Not without my heart breaking for your pain. The time has come to learn to let go of the pain, to shed the guilt and face the fear. I will help you, don't worry, I will be right here with you, all along by your side. Does it bother you that you still can't place me? Still so very proud, so proper, so reluctant to simply ask. You will learn to ask soon though, my handsome pet, to ask nicely and to beg. To beg as if your life depended on it. Soon, very soon, my love. "Are you sure this was the right exit?" "Of course. I just need to stop by and deliver a package to help out a dear friend. It is right on the way and won't take long." Can you doubt the words of a smiling woman? No matter how mousy she may seem. Can soft brown eyes like mine lie, hiding from the world yet barely concealed by those wire framed glasses. I can feel my heart pounding as we turn into my street. A few more moments and the deed is complete. Last moment to back out, last chance to escape consequences that might follow. Sexual assault, harassment, abduction, headlines of the obsessed computer geek kidnapping and raping her male colleague, prison sentence ... they all run through my mind as I pull into the drive way. "The package is on the backseat. Could you get it for me, please?" I ask sweetly. There is no time to reconsider, you lean into the back. It is now or never. "I can't see it. Are you sure ... what ... I ..." The smell of chloroform in the car makes me dizzy, your shoulder rests as a limp burden against mine. I pull down the window, my pulse racing, my mind floating in the heady cloud of success. I take a deep breath to clear my head, now is not the time to celebrate, not yet. I tie the soaked rag securely to your face. Finally some good use for that ugly tie. The garage door opens then closes automatically behind us and we disappear from the eyes of the world. A different reality awaits us. Three blissful days of adventure and discovery. A three-day odyssey for you to accept and start to embrace who you truly are. Three short days for me to make you mine. * * * I watch you quietly from a dark corner while the effect of the drug starts to wear off. You stir with a moan on the bed, the chain attached to your leather cuffs rustling with a melody of its own as you struggle for orientation. Stripping you while unconscious had been a challenge and I almost regret not removing more of your clothes when your tight nipples become outlined against the soft cotton wife-beater. The chilly air of the basement taunts them with a teasing caress as you struggle to return to me again. Licking my lips in anticipation I take in your squirming form. Your thighs barely hidden by those dark boxers look so inviting, muscular poles of flesh coated by dark hair so soft to the touch. The memory of caressing your suit pants off of them makes me bite my bottom lip. Recalling the sensual feel and salty taste of your skin ignites a longing desire in my loins. I have been a bad girl. So intent not to take advantage of you, at least not until you are fully aware. So very determined to make you offer the gift of your body and heart to me out of your own free will and yet I couldn't resist. Not quite. My fingers trembled when I unbuckled your belt, the smell of the leather a heady aphrodisiac to my senses, the sound of your zipper sliding down, the heat radiating from the core of your limp body all called out to me, begging to be taken, to be tasted, teased and touched. Your body already speaks the language you yet need to be taught. The words of desire for lust, submission and love, all spoken without a sound never the less understood clearly by the perceptive woman you so very much long to hold and please. Your eyes flutter open and a low moan escapes your lips. The dim light that casts surreal shadows unto the wall still makes you squint for a moment. Long, sensual lashes part finally and I watch fascinated as you try to take in your surroundings for the first time. The chain rustles mockingly at the meek attempt of pulling your arms and legs free of its confine. I watch the initial confusion fade from your hazel eyes to be replaced by panic until your vision becomes adjusted to the semi-darkness enough to make out my form, quietly sitting in the far end of the room. "Where am I?" Your panic turns into anger instantly now that there is someone you can direct it at. Your voice is but a hoarse shadow of the booming soft melody I want to hear when waking in the mornings, the sensual cursing that will erupt from your lips in the tores of your wildest passions, of the sensual whisper to caress my ears before falling asleep in your arms. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Your struggle grows vehement as I rise from the chair and walk over to the head of the bed. I watch your pretty eyes grow wide when I place the plastic cup to your lips. Your head turns away from the offered refreshment instantly, and so our sensual dance for control begins before I had spoken as much as a word. You can feel the mattress shifting as I sit down next to you. My eyes are intent upon your face, caress your angry frown and the creases of stubborn determination forming on your forehead. They travel across the planes of the five o'clock shadow starting to show on your chin raised so high and finally come to rest on your lips. I have always found your lips fascinating, the luscious red of them standing in such a sharp contrast to your dark hair and pale complexion. How many times I had imagined licking the juices of my feverish arousal form them I couldn't even recall but wanted to taste and bite into those puffy cherries more than ever at that moment. Instead my hand comes to rest against your cheek in a gentle caress. My fingertips follow the trail my longing gaze had left behind, a soothing promise of tenderness that slowly melts away the tightness of your muscles along with the stubborn look on your handsome face. "No harm will come to you, I promise you that. I know all this must be terribly confusing and all I want to do is to make it better, not worse for you. Whatever happens during our time together, I need you to remember that." I keep my voice quiet, whisper the words close to your ear, watch closely for the slightest twitch of your features and every breath. You finally start to relax under my gentle touch and soothing words and I lift the cup to my lips, my left hand never ceasing its slow caress. "Please look at me." I can hear you swallow and wait patiently while your mind races on overdrive. Could you trust to do the bidding of a lunatic? A crazy woman who had drugged and kidnapped you? Disrobed and tied you down helpless in a place unknown and now probably tries to pump you full with even more drugs? The momentary peace that had settled over you is soon replaced by worry and anger again. Your heaving chest didn't quite prepare me though for the hateful look in your soft hazel eyes when you finally turn your head and pierce me with your gaze. I smile at you and tip the cup gently. The cool water runs down my throat in an icy caress. I can feel goose bumps forming on my arms and wonder how much my tightening nipples show through the sheer dark lace of my corset. When I lift the cup again to your lips you don't refuse me but drink the liquor eagerly, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment and opening again to my most brilliant smile. It is the first step. There still lays a long and bumpy road ahead of us but with this sip of water our journey of discovery has begun. * * * "The pain was intense. Much more intense than he had imagined it would be in the world of his forbidden fantasies. The burning caress of the leather left his ass stinging form the pain and his cock twitching for more delicious sensations. His reality under the tight blindfold became centered around the feelings she chose to inflict upon his body. Gentle flicks of her tongue licking the dribbling droplets of sweat off his heated skin, the pressure of her teeth, persistent to the point of almost breaking the tender skin of his thighs. The tightly bound leather of the riding crop tormenting the welts on the backs of his thighs with every new blow. The darkness covered him like a cloak of safety, heightening the sensations and at the same time adding a surreal touch to the reality around him, the desire, the pain, the pressure of the tightly buckled leather collar around his neck. A welcome escape from the reality he desired but was not able to face, not without the safe guidance and gentle force of the woman who had overcome his every excuse and futile resistance. The woman who had broken down all the walls, pushed his limits and made him confess his most hidden desires amidst sweet sexual torments he couldn't even imagine before. The woman whom he had given his heart and wished to worship until the day he died." The last paragraph of the story was one that never failed to touch me anew. Listening to you as you read it out loud is a treat I had been looking forward to since the day I had discovered that it was truly you behind the pen name I adored. "Thank you." I whispered, the tightness of my throat still all too evident in my voice. I removed the knife from your throat and placed it unto the nightstand along with the story I had printed out in the morning and the dictaphone. "I am sorry it had to go this way. But I needed you to understand, to fully comprehend the possible consequences of this delicate situation." The knife had earned me your co-operation but judging by the expression on your face not your trust. "So blackmail?" You spit the words at me in a disgust that makes it difficult keep my calm. "This is all about a fucking blackmail? You are completely crazy! You could have just given me an envelope or sent an email ... How much do you want?" The words are not spoken by my handsome pet but the cool and calculating lawyer trying to take the upper hand. We can't let that happen though, can we? I place one stocking clad foot onto your abdomen and press down hard enough to make you groan and shut up for a moment. "How much is not the right question, dear." I smile and adjust the hook of the suspender at the top of my thigh. "Stop playing ... " the interruption dies on your lips from a little extra pressure as I steady my balance and hook my thumbs in the waistband of the black lace panties. "Quiet now or I will consider it an invitation for some more knife play." I doubt it to be my threatening tone or the mention of the weapon that leaves you speechless. I roll down the panties over my hips and thighs and step out of them slowly as you watch, a hint of desire sparkling in your eyes, fear and anger forgotten for a moment as I straddle your hips and press my Rubenesque thighs into your sides tightly. I can imagine the view you have now in front of you. Freshly shaved petals parting for your gaze to enjoy, red puffy lips glistening with my arousal. I want you to look closely, to understand just what you are getting yourself soon into, my love. Of course, I also want much more than that. I want to feel your lips kissing mine, to feel them dive into my most secret treasures, to assault my pussy with the needy passions of a hungry man, to feel you inhale my aroma and worship the essence of my femininity with every breath I grant you. Even the mere thought of my bucking hips pressing down on your face drives me wild with desire and I can't help but start to grind against the soft cotton covering your abdomen. Can you feel the material growing damp with my mounting need? Where are your words of protest now? Has the smart lawyer given up on the idea of negotiation? "Money, my handsome pet, is not what I want." I breath out in an aroused whisper and feel the muscles of your abdomen flex under my oozing petals. I press down harder and rub against you with even more determination in return. "Rape is neither what I had in mind." The groan that erupts from your lips encourages me further. I grip the bound wrists above your head tightly, towering over your impressive frame pressed into the soft mattress with a triumphant gleam in my eyes. "What do you want then?" Your voice is hoarse and tight with your own arousal. I slide my ass back onto your hips for confirmation. The evidence presses with undeniable urgency against the generous curve of my ass cheeks. I lock my eyes with yours and drop my mask. I want you to see it all, the desire, the need, the hunger for your heart and flesh, even the vulnerability I keep under a tight lock of my own most of the time. "I want you. Like this, bound and helpless, struggling with me as much as with your own need and desires. I want to feel you fight it, fight me until you are ready to surrender and embrace this wonderfully giving and sensual side of you without denial. I want you to see how beautiful and precious that gift makes you, to take pride in every spanking, every orgasm you give me, every order you follow and see joy in your eyes when you kneel before me and kiss my feet." Making You Mine Ch. 01 I rock back and forth, my hips giving ample emphasis to every word. My face probably matches the enchanting shade of red that is starting show on yours but I don't care, I don't mind. I want to show you my need, make you feel my passion and the overwhelming desire to make you mine. My breathing grows shallower and I can feel a cramp starting to form in my right calf as I come closer and closer to the sweet agony you have put me through so many times in my lonely nights. Not now though, now you are here with me. Squirming underneath me, your hips rocking helplessly against the curve of my ass, your muscles tightening in accord with mine. "Stay for the weekend. Until Tuesday morning." My own voice is hoarse with desire. I grab your head and force you to lay still, to look me in the eye as I still my own movements for an excruciating moment. "Stay as my submissive, succumb to my every whim. That is what I want. Refuse me, try to trick me and I will make you a ruined man. You know I have the means, you have read it even on tape for me. Or stay for the weekend and I give you my word to never bother you again." I resume rubbing against your tight body, driven by the closeness of my release as much as by the desire to ease your decision with lust drowning your senses. "Promise me you'll stay. You don't have another choice. Oh fuck! I need to hear you say it." I feel the first ripple build deep inside my loins and barely manage to moan the words. "Promise me!" My nails dig into your shoulders and I hear you cry out with my violent climax. We both thrash on the bed and shudder against each other, a heady mixture of pleasure, agony and pain. Your breathing is loud in my ears, I hold onto you tightly as the last traces of thrashing subside, leaving my body a limp and relaxed weight atop of yours. Long moments pass before I role to my side. Your wife beater is soaked all over your belly but so seem your boxers with the dark spot covering the prominent tent in the middle of your creamy white thighs. I glance at your face and the expression in your eyes breaks my heart. A tortured look and sadness with a vulnerability I see for the first time. I lean close and kiss away a droplet off sweat running down the curve of your brow. The backs of my knuckles brush against your cheek gently as I smile. "I am not a lunatic and surely not here to harm you. I just want you to give this a chance because I truly believe it would be a terrible mistake if we didn't. Please, stay with me. For the weekend. Please stay and be mine." * * * Author's Note: Thank you for reading along. If you made it this far please share your comments and vote for the story. Your input is the best help I can have for improving it. Thank you so much! Making You Mine Ch. 02 This is again posted here with the knowledge of my slut, her compliance assured after she proof read it and gave her approval. Again, she knows how I feel and this goes some way to describe that........ Please enjoy, all comments and feedback are gratefully received. I call to collect you from your apartment so we can go out. It's Saturday night and I have given you plenty of notice to be ready for me to collect you promptly at 8 o'clock. As you open the door to me I nod in approval at your attire, again, dressed as I expect you to be. Your hair shimmers in the light, the highlights like corn. Your make up is subtle and understated as you don't need much, you're beautiful enough. Although I am pleased to see you in bright red lipstick, the same colour as your nails. Slut red you call it, and who am I to disagree. Your jewellery consists of a pair of pearl drop earrings, a fine gold bracelet, the same style of anklet and a fairly thick black satin choker with the word 'SLUT' embroidered into the material and a small 'D' ring on the back, just in case I should feel the need to restrain you for any reason. You are wearing a thin, almost transparent, blouse with the lace of your bra quite visible through it. Your nipples are barely enclosed by the cups of your bra, after all, I do insist on you wearing one a size too small to accentuate your gorgeous breasts. Your skirt is short, barely to mid thigh, black and shiny with a slit up one thigh that reveals the thick band of your stocking top, held taut by fairly thick garter straps with metal clips. Your stockings are dark, shiny with a seam up the back and a reinforced toe and heel, the type I love to see you in. the outfit is completed by a pair of black patent, 5 inch, spike heeled stilettos with straps padlocked around your ankles, meaning you can't remove them until I give you the key. To check again for compliance I let my hand slide up your stockinged leg, onto your bare skin and upwards. I smile at you as my fingers find nothing more than your sweet pussy, with just a tuft of hair above your clitoris. I compliment you on the fact that you wear no panties as you were instructed. I smile at you, getting a dazzling one in return, and, after kissing you softly on the cheek, I offer you my arm as we leave the apartment, closing and locking the door behind us. We enter the elevator at the end of the corridor and the door closes behind us. I turn to you and take you in my arms, one hand going to your hair and holding it tight as my mouth goes to your neck, my teeth closing on the skin, leaving a red mark when I pull away. My hand goes downwards, finding the hem of your skirt and lifting it, my fingers scraping across the flesh of your thigh, hard enough to leave red marks on your skin. As the lift descends, my hand raises, finally finding the wetness between your legs, two fingers sliding quickly inside, hard and deep as my thumb hits your clit, causing you to let out a tiny gasp against my ear. Then just as quickly I pull my hand away, your moan louder this time. The elevator door opens and we walk into the lobby, your heels making a delicious clicking sound on the hard marble floor, drawing admiring glances from the few people there. As we walk, my hand is on your ass, squeezing gently in time with your steps, then as we're halfway to the door I pull your skirt up over your ass, exposing you to the eyes of everyone in the lobby. Your bare ass feels so good under my big hand and judging by the stares you're getting it looks good too. I step in front of you and open the door, letting you walk past me. As you do so I pull your skirt back down, making you decent again. We turn at the corner and I call a cab. The cab pulls up and I open the door to let you climb in, then follow you and close the door, giving the driver the address of the bar as I do so. As you sit, your skirt rises up and you go to pull it down. I tell you to leave it as it is, then smile as I see the driver move his mirror, affording him a view into the back seat. I move my mouth to your ear and whisper to you, telling you to show the driver what you have up your skirt and put on a show for him. You smile at me, lick your red lips, then slide a little further down on the seat, exposing more of yourself. I see his eyes go wide as your gorgeous pussy comes into view, the lips red and swollen from my fingering in the elevator. I watch you as you part your legs as far as your skirt will allow, then move a finger to your mouth, poking out your tongue to lick the tip, then move it back down to your pussy, drawing it the full length of your slit from your puckered asshole to your swelling clit. Your low moan fills the car as your finger moves, the driver's eyes torn between watching the road and watching the horny sight behind him. I look up and tell him to be careful nothing hits us at the same time as your finger slides deep inside you, your breath blown out in a long gasp. I can see how swollen your nipples are as a result of your playing, so I reach out and pinch one hard in finger and thumb, again causing you to let out a long low moan. I feel the cab slow and just as I'm about to berate the driver I realise we have reached the bar. I pass over the fare plus a generous tip for not killing us and step out of the cab, turning and holding out my hand for you. I feel the wetness on your fingers as I help you from the cab, then looking into your eyes I lift your hand to my mouth and pop your fingers inside, one at a time, licking them clean of your juices. Once again I put my hand on your ass, guiding you towards the door of the bar. I open it and hold it for you to enter, then I follow right behind. The interior of the bar is dimly lit and smoky, the lighting, hidden and diffused. There is music playing but it's hard to tell what type as it is designed to be in the background rather than in your face and deafening. I feel your arm link through mine, a sign of your nervousness as we walk towards the bar. There seem to be quite a lot of people in the bar, mostly young people, but some of closer to our age. We find a spot close to the bar and I let you stand next to it as I stand behind you. There is quite a press so I stand a little closer than is actually necessary, and press the hardness in my pants against your back, feeling you press back at me as I do so. One of my hands goes around you, lifting to cup your breast, feeling the nipple hard against my fingertips. I catch the eye of the bargirl and order our drinks. Her eyes seem to be glued to my hand as I toy with your breast, her own excitement as evident as your own. Her nipples look like bullets poking through the material of her tight black top. She serves us, taking her time about it, then moves on to someone else as I pick up our drinks and move away from the bar, aware of you following me. I cross to an empty booth in the back of the bar and motion for you to slide in before me. I follow you in and pass you your drink, toasting you with my own as I do. I watch you as you drink. Even watching you do a simple act like drinking is an erotic sight. I'm sure you must know what you do to me all the time I'm with you. You put your glass down, the rim lined with your lipstick, and turn to me smiling. I smile back, then lean towards you and caress your lips with mine in a soft, sensual kiss, my tongue tasting the oiliness of your lipstick, then feeling the tip of your tongue touch, and chase, mine. My hand moves to your thigh, softly stroking the silky fabric of your stocking, a sensation I doubt I'll ever tire of. I hear you let out a cat like purr and feel your legs part as I move my fingers higher. Your own hand covers mine and tries to move it higher, faster. I look in your eyes and sternly tell you that you don't have permission to do that and when you do I'll tell you. My fingers find where they belong and I am amazed at just how wet your pretty little pussy is to my touch. I look at you and tell you that you are a nasty, dirty little slut and that your cunt is dripping wet. I then tell you I need to do something about it and tell you to spread your legs as wide as you can and slide forward slightly. I also tell you that if anyone should speak to you, you should tell them what's happening. After telling you this I slide from the couch and go to my knees under the table, pulling the cloth down so I can't be seen from outside the booth. I place a hand on each of your thighs, part them even further, then lowering my head I let the very tip of my tongue caress your pussy, then trail it all the way up one side and then all the way down the other. The touch is so soft it must almost feel like you haven't even been touched at all. My tongue lingers on the rosebud of your ass, flicking all round the opening, then pressing hard against it. Then I place my tongue flat on your pussy and lap upwards, as a cat laps at a saucer of cream, finally finding and flicking your hard little clit. I open my lips and suck gently on it, gradually sucking harder and harder until it's as hard as a little stone. I hear someone approaching the table, obviously a little concerned by the fact that you're on your own and seem to be convulsing in the booth. I hear the bargirl come to the table and stop, then ask if you are alright. I look up at you from under the table and whisper to you to tell her what's happening. You look at her, smile, then calmly tell her that your Master Phil is on his knees under the table with his mouth on your wet cunt, cleaning it. I hear her gasp when you finish telling her, then sense the table cloth being lifted behind me and her looking under the table. I look at her and ask her if she'd like to join you in the booth. She walks away and I assume we're going to get thrown out, but nothing happens until, after about 5 minutes, all of which I'm eating your cunt, she comes back and tells you she is on her break and would you still like some company. I hear you tell her yes, then feel her sit down and slide up close to you. She tentatively lifts the cloth, then looks at me, watching as I feast on your pussy. Your head is thrown back on the couch and your hands are by your sides on the seat. She squirms on her seat, obviously getting aroused by the scene in front of her, then without provocation or warning, she moves a hand to where my mouth is, resting a painted fingernail on the tuft of hair above your clit. She is biting her lower lip as her trembling hand moves a little more, lower and lower. I move my head and tell her to do whatever she wants as you are my slut to do with as I please. Either with me or with anyone else I tell you to. I watch from very close as her finger touches your clit, making you jerk and her moan a little. Gradually she gets a little bolder, finally rolling your clit under her finger fast and hard. I look up at you and tell you not to be rude and to return the favour to her. I then watch as your hand moves across to her leg, reaching for her skirt and pulling it upwards. She helps you by lifting her bottom off the couch so you can pull her skirt fully from under her. Her legs are bare but her pussy is almost covered by a tiny, black lace thong, the front of which is already showing a dampness. Your fingers slide under the elastic, then pull the cloth away from her mound, revealing her pussy to me. It is nowhere near as pretty as yours but it has a thin strip of hair leading up towards her tummy although the lips are quite bare. As I stare I see your hand move to help her slip her thong off. I help you by pulling it down her legs and off, swiftly tucking it into my pocket. As I make myself as comfortable as I can under the table I look at you and tell you to hold her open for me. Your fingers go to her pussy, laying flat on it, one finger on each side, then you move your fingers apart, opening her lips like the petals of a flower. Her inner lips already look slick with juice so I lower my head closer, then poke out my tongue to taste her. She is sweet and clean to the taste, her lips really puffy and distended. I look at her clit, mentally comparing it to yours and watch as your bright red nails move to it, pressing gently on it at first, then a little harder as she starts to move her hips in time with the movements of your hand. I move my head away, changing position again to relieve the pressure on my swollen cock, then unfasten my pants and pull it out, the tip already wet with precum. I get off my knees and manage to get out from under the table, sitting back on the couch with her in between us. I look at you and give a slight nod of my head. You know what this means so you turn to her, look in her eyes and tell her to get under the table as Master Phil needs his cock sucked and she is going to do it. She starts to protest so you nip her clit between the nails of your finger and thumb and tell her to do as Master Phil instructs or you will do it even harder. Her eyes wear a mixture of defeat and excitement as she does as you tell her, first looking round to see if anyone is watching, then quickly slipping under the table to take my place. I feel the awesome sensation I know so well of your hand wrapping softly around my swollen, throbbing cock, stroking it up and down, covering and revealing the huge purple head, then bending it downwards so that it points directly at the bargirls lips. She looks as though she is out of her depth now, but you force her hand by reaching out, gripping her head and pulling it to me, her mouth opens to let out a stifled yelp of pain, just as I thrust my cock at her face. She has no choice but to take my cock in her mouth, her eyes going wide as I push in and you pull her by the hair. I feel her retch on me as it hits the back of her throat, but this just excites you even more. I know you love receiving pain my slut, but I also know you love to see me give it to any other cock hungry bitch that takes our fancy. Her eyes look to be filled with tears as you move her, making her suck me, first slowly, then faster, then just with the tip of my cock in her mouth, then forcing her to deep throat me. I look at you and tell you not to let her make me cum, that's still all for you, unless you want me to cum all over her for you to lick off, then share with her. You just smile and lick your lips. I tell you to move her head and to make her lick and suck your cunt. She readily complies; glad, I think, to have my huge cock out of her mouth so she can breathe again. She shifts position under the table until she is between your open legs, then she dips her head and proceeds to eat you. I take your hand and place it on my cock as I sit next to you, watching her in action. Judging by the movements and the sounds you are making this isn't the first time she's ever eaten pussy and the movements of your hips are echoed by the movement of your hand on my cock. You look at me and tell me that she's a fucking good cunt licker, but not as good as me. I smile back and thank you, then put my hand behind your head and, making her move slightly to continue in her task, I pull you down so your head is in my lap, commanding you to suck me until I cum for you. I watch as your bright, slut red painted lips open to allow my cock to slip into your mouth, the familiar feeling still as good as the first time it ever happened. It always feels like that. I believe your mouth was made to suck my cock. As she speeds up her eating under the table so I start to lift and lower my hips, fucking my cock into your mouth, gagging you every time I thrust in. My hands are tight in your hair as I hold you still, fucking your face hard, totally oblivious to anyone else in the room, hearing you spluttering and choking on me, sensing that the bargirl is close to making you cum, judging by the way you're breathing through your nose like a mare at stud. I also sense the telltale tingling in my balls that announces my own orgasm, fucking you faster now, telling you to get ready as you're going to get such a mouthful. With your mouth full of my cock you can't yell out but I can tell that you're cumming hard on her tongue, knowing that you will be wetting her face as if you had pissed on her and also knowing that unless she swallows hard and fast then she's going to be covered in your nectar. Realising what's happening to you triggers my own explosion. My cock throbs, then my balls contract and I unload everything into your sucking mouth. Feeling your cheeks puff out as you try and swallow everything I give you, then realising that as usual, you're succeeding in getting it all. Fuck but you're a good cocksucker. I release your head, letting you sit up, the girl under the table still coaxing spasms from your dripping pussy until finally you can take no more. I help her out from under the table then you and I both lick her face clean of all your juices. She moans as we tongue wash her, then says that she hasn't cum yet, so I tell her to wait until closing time, then she can lock the door and invite a friend to join us and we'll make sure she cums like she never has before............. Making You Mine (Primal) Making you mine. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (5 min/mp3) * * * * *