0 comments/ 18936 views/ 3 favorites Show Them By: The_Wolf_ She fell silent and her body relaxed for a moment... then the convulsions began. We met one summer's evening on a park bench in Melbourne's botanical gardens. I remember the smell of the cut grass and the sepia haze that settled with the dusk. She seemed to be wearing it as part of her outfit, her long wavy sun-bleached blonde hair shining as though she'd never washed the salt out of it once in her life. We'd spoken briefly and seemed to get on well. I was there on business for one night only and although she was in her thirties she'd only recently begun searching for men like me. I liked her immediately and enjoyed listening to tails of her idyllic flower child upbringing in Byron Bay. Raised by hippies and continuing that tradition she appeared not to have a care in the world and I envied that about her. Loud clangs filled the restaurant as cutlery hit the marble floor. The waiter had caught a glimpse of the thick black cable ties being tightened around her slender wrists as we waited for our mains. She was stunned into silence for a while, not quite able to find a new conversations subject appropriate given this new development so I filled in the gaps for her as if nothing had happened. It never fails to amaze me how easily girls can be shaken but simple little acts and I never stop being thankful that they are so intuitively able to trust me. "I'd never have let anyone else do that to me after 20 minutes" is the line I've heard repeated a hundred times. The moment I dragged her into an alleyway and secured her wrists with another cable tie. The first time I slapped her sending her whole body crashing onto the bed, The cries of pain and delight as I entered her ass; her huge blue eyes full of fear, intrigue and lust; her willingness and her incredible little waist, full hips and tiny tapered ankles. I loved it, all of it and I left Melbourne with a huge smile on my face. I didn't see her again for a few months unable to find an excuse to return. We kept in touch and I used the time to think about what her next experience would look like. I loved her openness. She'd told me that she tended to freeze in high-pressure moments, which explained why she'd never questioned or challenged anything I did to her. I'd felt that night that I was able to take her from zero to a thousand on the intensity scale in a matter of moments and I knew it was right for her. I played that over and over in my mind, the possibilities were endless. It was 43 degrees that night in Melbourne. The city stank of sweat and girls walked the streets wearing almost nothing. I had just spent an hour researching my plan as she strolled down the cobbled lane toward me, a yellow summer dress fluttered in the breeze and her bright but uneasy smile lit up the night. "No one wears colours in Melbourne," I thought to myself and as if born to it, the heat didn't bother her at all. By the elbow I led her down the lane, turning left and heading toward a dead end. "Where are we going?" I guess she had to ask. There was nowhere to go through except the neon lights of the "Club X" nestled quietly in the corner. This place was dark. I guessed the proprietors don't spend too much time worrying about keeping it clean either. We walked through the lower level, men quietly shuffling between small one-man porno booths and avoiding eye contact. The soft moans of candyfloss porn emanating from behind each door and occasionally a tell tail wet slapping sound. Onto the second level, a large adult shop filled with dildos and uneasy looking men. I'd told the owner earlier that I was coming back and I got the feeling he hadn't kept that to himself. He gestured in the direction of another set of stairs. She looked around the room bewildered, fully aware that everyone there was looking straight at her, although out of the corner of their eyes. I entered first, brushing the curtain aside and holding her hand as she followed. The room contained about 50 seats and a large cinema screen playing more candyfloss. Every seat was taken, a sea of men in the darkness, some still, some moving slowly, their hands down their pants. My eyes took a moment to adjust. Behind us a precession of men had followed us up the stairs and filed in, standing at the back or along the sides. She followed without question, frozen again and I loved the power she had gifted me. They'd come to see a girl getting fucked and sucking cock no doubt. Some would have hoped they'd get to fuck her too. I'd read about his place and it wasn't uncommon. That wasn't what they were going to get though; they were as much part of this game as she was. I wanted to shock these idiots into understanding the difference between the shit on the screen and the true nature of sexuality. I wanted them to see firsthand how ridiculous the moans and groans, the mood lighting, the cheese ball scripts and the douchbag actors were. I wanted them to witness what a women, stripped bare of all her defenses really looks like and I wanted her to embrace and revel in the primal lust that she so easily induces in every man that lays eyes on her. She's stood there now, in front of the screen only 5 foot from the front row wearing nothing but a pair of heals. As instructed her hands were clasped behind her head and she stared forward, her eyes avoiding contact with the men in front of her, moving en-masse, their faces lit by the screens glow. I waited, watching them watching her. I don't know for sure but I'm going to guess that the women that normally come here don't look like her, every inch of her so utterly enticing. Her eyes rolled back and closed, the back of her head resting on my shoulder. Her body trembled against mine, my arm wrapped firmly around her waist. I loosened my grip on her throat and she gasped for breath. It was the third time I'd choked her in a row now in front of these men. She didn't look at them but I did. Their eyes wide and focused. No one was blinking. Some looked confused but most looked ravenous, like hungry dogs. Taking off my belt I took her to the wall and placed her hands against it high and wide. As I beat her she screamed, low and subdued at first perhaps nervous to show emotion in this place. I didn't want to allow her to hide though and the beating got harder. "Show them" I thought to myself "show them who you really are" and soon her screams were guttural. Every time she and they thought I was going to stop I started again. I knew we were on the edge here. I knew she couldn't take much more. I knew there were men in the crowd that wanted me to stop, so I kept beating her, taking hold of her hair to keep her in place I beat her until I knew I was only one stroke from her crumbling. Then I stopped. She fell to her knees and began to cry, clinging to my leg. Murmurs filled the room. I don't know what they were saying and didn't care. She clung to me as if I was the only safe place on the planet. It was me that was hurting her, exposing her and forcing her to experience this and still she looked to me for safety... This was the essence of everything I understand about sexuality, about women and about life in general all perfectly personified in one seminal living image. It was me she was terrified of and it was me who she knew would protect her. I wondered if in that moment it made sense to them as clearly as it made sense to me. As I led her from that room I could smell the hunger in the air. I'm sure many of those men may have never witnessed genuine submission before. They might have watched Kink.com or browsed Fetlife and assumed it's about silly outfits, weird rituals and playing make believe but it isn't. Seeing it with their own eyes had driven many of them crazy with lust and I could tell. It was time to leave. I dragged her down the stairs with a procession of men following us and shoved her into one of the little porno booths. They didn't deserve to watch her being fucked but they could listen. The sweat poured off us as I raped her standing up, a little trap door allowing a hand to slide through and touch her soft skin as she came hard and fast and squirted furiously all over it. Her cries filling the building and eclipsing the silly candyfloss moans from all those TV screens. Filling her mouth with my cock I fucked her face, forcing her to reach through the little hole and take hold of a disembodied cock on the other side. It came almost instantly covering her hand in strangers cum. We walked through the lanes and she was still frozen and I was in ore of this girl's unquestioning obedience. "I just don't think anyone will ever believe me when I tell them what just happened," she said as I led her into my hotel room. "They won't believe me either," I replied, "they never do." She fell silent and her body relaxed for a moment... then the convulsions began. There was one more demand I had of her that night with my weight on her back, my hand tight around her throat and my cock deep inside her. Her consciousness slipped away from her at the height of her orgasm and her spasming pussy drew the cum out of me. The End (dedicated to sub_missivekiitn)