3 comments/ 26853 views/ 5 favorites Where Am I Ch. 01 By: MaryPettle Chapter 1 - Andrew's POV The room is dark and I can't see. My head is foggy and I can't think straight. It's cold, very cold. I try to recall how I got here but I can't remember. I recall having drinks, laughing, being an ass and then, nothing. I'm lying on the cold hard floor; I think that I'm naked. Where the fuck are my clothes? Where the hell am I? I try to rub my eyes but I realize that my hands are bound and I can't move them. What the fuck is going on? I can hear voices coming from what sounds like upstairs but I can't make out what they are saying. I hear laughter and then I hear nothing at all. My heart races and a sense of foreboding washes over me as I hear the sound of stiletto heels walking across the floor above me. I am genuinely scared for my life! Have I been kidnapped? Does someone think that I'm worth a ransom? Did I piss off someone at the bar? Is this some sort of gag and any second the boys are going to come out laughing at how drunk I am? Oh my God, where the fuck is my girlfriend Kim? I try to call out to her but I realize that I'm gagged so only a crazy mumbling sound comes out. A thousand thoughts race through my mind at the same time and I pray that she is ok! Seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours. I sit and wait for what feels like days. I am drunk, very drunk, I pass out. I wake with a start as someone prods my side with a shoe. I hear no voices, but I feel the presence of someone in the room. I try to call out but all I get is the crazy mumbling again. Instantly my heart rate soars and I start to sweat. I need to stay calm and keep cool but my body betrays me and my basic human survival instincts take over. She starts circling me, a lion in stilettos, stalking her prey. I hear the clatter of chains. I feel pressure on my ankle as something surrounds it and tightens. The circling begins again. The ritual is repeated for the remaining ankle. I feel the constraints that are binding my wrists loosen and hope builds that I'm being released. My hopes are dashed as I hear a mechanical cranking that sounds like a winch. Slowly, with each crank, the play on my limbs disappears and my fear heightens until I'm spread eagle and can't move a single muscle. Once again, the sadistic circling ritual begins. I can sense exactly where she is in the room. I smell her faint musky odor that seems vaguely familiar, but I can't place it. I flinch as a hand is placed on my chest and then fingernails are drawn ever so slowly down my torso and stop at my belt line. Then, again, but this time with enough pressure that I cry out, "Fuck that hurt," I think to myself. I hear a sound that is almost primal coming from her very core; the sound of possession, of power, of authority. Slowly, her hands make their way to my mouth and go to work. I feel the gag loosen as it is removed. I gasp some air and lick my chapped lips. I'm about to cry out when a finger is placed over my lips and I hear a faint "Shhhhhh" emanate from my captor. I think twice and then hold my words as the pressure against my lips increases to stress the point. I feel breathing in my ear as I hear the words "Tonight, I own you!" The blindfold is removed to reveal Kim standing at my side! I'm startled and somewhat relieved and start to smile at the game that she has started. God, I love this woman! But, my smile quickly vanishes as I look at the steely resolve in her eyes. Tonight, this isn't Kim, I'm not sure who she is but this is not the Kim that I know. Her eyes are dark and forbidding, she wears no smile, her hair is tied tight in a strict bun, she wears a form fitting, black leather outfit that clings to her amazing athletic body, thigh high boots, her breasts are exposed, she carries a long whip in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. She doesn't speak a word but her intentions are clear. She circles and starts touching me with her whip, running it's cool, leather surface gently over my body. I get goose bumps. Suddenly, the whip cries out and lands on my chest, literally taking my breath away. She pounces again and again, reigning down her punishment, but doesn't speak a word. I try to be strong but I'm on the verge of tears. She stops and puzzles and then moves out of my periphery. I hear more mechanical sounds as my body starts to move involuntarily leaving me on my knees but face down. She moves back into my field of vision clearly happy with her decision. Her hands rub my ass, I turn to look at her and catch a wicked smile spreading across her face, the first emotion that I've seen her show. The whip reigns out again landing on my ass, shot after shot. I must be bleeding at this point and I'm not sure how much of this I can take. Then, she gently caresses my wounds with an almost loving, soothing touch. A hand reaches around and grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. It feels great but then the hand moves and tightens like a vice around my balls. I swear that she's literally going to rip them off. I want to flee but I'm powerless to move, to resist, to do anything. The only power that I hold is the power to resign myself to her and to pray. The hand starts stroking my cock again and it feels great. I feel her other hand start massaging my ass. Oh god this feels amazing. I'm getting really worked up anticipating what is going to come next and then as quickly as it began, she stops, and starts in with a deep guttural laugh. Her meaning is crystal clear; tonight is not about my pleasure, it's about her pleasure. I am here to please her and to succumb to her every wish and desire. Again, I hear the crazy mechanical sounds and once again I'm flipped onto my back. "Where the hell did she get this stuff," I think to myself. She circles around me and then climbs over and straddles me with her legs and comes in for what seems like a cuddle. I start to calm thinking that our game is drawing to an end. I sigh as she kisses my neck, probes my ear and then runs her tongue down my chest to my left nipple. She clamps onto me like a pit-bull in full attack. I look down and see the grimace in her eyes as a spot of blood appears on my chest. I'm scared shitless now! She is just getting warmed up and I dread what is to come. She shifts her position and sits on my lap. The heel of her boot is presented to me and without saying a word she makes her demands known. I kiss the heel of her stiletto and then lick the entire length trying not to miss a spot for fear of upsetting her. She seems satisfied with my work and reaches down to remove the boot, exposing her foot. It's clear that she's had the boots on all night by the strong but not unpleasant odor that rises. Her stocking has a run in it. Her foot is presented again and I repeat her bidding. This time, I apparently miss a spot resulting in a furry of hard slaps to my stomach. I scream for mercy! She stops. Her foot is offered with a look that clearly says get it right, or else. I slowly, methodically suck on her big toe, circling it with my tongue, washing it with my beer-laden saliva. I repeat my chore for her remaining toes. When I complete her bidding she lifts her body and repositions herself so that she's sitting on my chest. Our eyes are locked and I'm transfixed by the power that she holds over me. I have no choice but to cower and look away. Right here, right now, I am her possession, mind, body and soul. Then, she moves and sits on my neck with her pussy spread wide against the bottom of my chin. I'm presented with a fabulous view of her luscious breasts. I can smell her heavenly scent and it intoxicates me. Slowly, she lifts her box and places it over my face, just out of reach. I try to lick her but I can't reach. Slowly, she lowers herself down, stopping, teasing, raising, making it very clear who is in control. I desperately want to taste her. No, I NEED to taste her. My desire borderlines on primal! Out of nowhere she slaps me hard across the face. My ears are ringing. It's not clear what I did to anger her but I just hope that I don't do it again. After more teasing she rests herself on top of me. I'm in heaven now. My tongue shoots out and pierces her lips as I drink from her sacred chalice. Slowly, she starts rocking back and forth, grinding her wetness against my face, groaning loudly as her pleasure mounts. Her pace increases, as does her pressure until she's riding my face like a cowgirl at the rodeo. My breathing is becoming labored as I have a hard time catching any air. I begin to panic but she doesn't notice or more likely, doesn't care! I feel like I'm drowning, my airway is completely cut off. What an irony it would be for me to die this way! My panic seems to excite her and she picks up the pace and screams out as I feel her body clench as the spasms come in wave after wave. I'm on the brink of passing out when her body collapses on mine and my air supply is returned. Neither of us moves for what seems like an eternity. She has that after sex glow in her eyes that I love. She catches herself and quickly returns to her steely demeanor. She gets up and lights her cigar. I can't help but dread the obvious Freudian connotation. She walks away. I get nervous when she walks away. She returns and I realize that the symbolism wasn't a coincidence; she's wearing a fucking strap-on. "OH MY GOD! What the fuck is she going to do with that!?" I think to myself. Without a word, she adjusts the straps on my legs and puts me into a very compromising position. She situates herself in the missionary position over me. She pulls out a bottle of lube and applies it liberally to my ass. Then, slowly, I feel pressure at my anus as she presents her phallus at my door. I resist and clench and she slaps my ass with a look that says we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I give in and try to relax. She starts stroking my cock, which helps. She enters and slowly buries herself in me. The look on her face is one of pure power but also, of pure love. I feel violated, humiliated and embarrassed. She strokes my cock as she knowingly begins rocking back and forth. My shame gives way to pleasure. I never could have imagined that something could feel like this. The sensation of her fucking my ass, massaging my prostate while stroking my cock is indescribable! My orgasm comes fast and furious and explodes with mind numbing intensity. She starts fucking me harder. She wears a new look that is foreign to me; it's powerful, confidant, almost cocky. We catch each other's eyes and her look slowly melts away, replaced with the familiar glow she wears when she's about to cum. She lowers her body; we are face to face with eyes locked. We kiss as the orgasm envelops her. She collapses down on top of me and neither of us says a word. What could we possibly say? She slowly gets up, turns and slaps my ass. Where Am I Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - Kim's POV My heart is racing with thoughts and anticipation of what is to come of tonight. I have carefully and purposely planned every last detail. I have taken my time and made sure everything is perfect. My planning started at least a month ago when I met with a Dominatrix named Mistress Bella. I spent the better part of a week with her while she taught me how to bring out my inner Dominatrix. She showed me how power, control, and authority, together with opposing sensations of pleasure and pain, can open you up to a whole new world. Mistress Bella found me the perfect place to acquire everything I could possibly need for my fantasy night. Now, here I am lacing up my black leather corset, pulling on my thigh high boots that make a perfect holster for my long leather whip. I finish it all off with a tight bun, lots of dark make-up and red lipstick. I pick up my cigar and I'm ready! My prey is the love of my life, Andrew. A man that I know trusts me and loves me unconditionally. He has no idea of my plan let alone my intentions or kinky game. We started our evening at the bar with our friends, drinking, laughing, he being his usual gregarious smart ass self. The whole while I was watching him thinking "If you only knew where you will be and what you will be doing in a couple of hours from now!" As the evening was winding down, I took my opportunity to pour my special vial that Mistress provided for such purposes, into his beer. I only hoped that it was enough to work on his strong body! I needed to be able to get him right where I want him without too much of a struggle. Now, the stage is set, my "player" is in position and I am ready for my game to begin! I walk downstairs and circle around him admiring my work thus far. I have him bound in leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. There are heavy chains that lead from the cuffs to a mechanical winch so I can control him completely. He is laying in a drug-induced sleep, naked on the floor. He is blindfolded and I was sure to place a ball gag in his mouth to prevent him from screaming out. Tonight, I will introduce him to a whole new world and a whole other side of me, bringing us to another level. I hear a faint mumble and the clang of chains as he begins to stir, he tries to pull his arm up but realizes he can't. He tries to scream out but all that comes out is a mumbling. I can sense his panic and fear. Then just as quickly, he passes out again. Mistress warned me that it could take a few tries before he is fully awake and aware. I wait, patiently... More time passes and I decide its time to get things started. I poke him in the ribs with the steel of my heel; this seems to arouse him from his sedated state. I circle around him making my presence known. There is a mumbling as he is trying to scream out at me. It is time to let him know who is in charge! I wind up the big wooden handle and watch in awe, as I am able to manipulate his sexy strong body any way I desire. To make my point clear I pull his arms and legs tensely away from his body and have him laying face up. I feel very powerful and I am enjoying the fact that I can do anything I want! I circle around looking at this beautiful man spread out before me whom will succumb to my every desire. I can't stop myself; I place my hand on his hairy chest and run my nails down ever so slowly being careful not to go too far. I do it again, this time adding just the right amount of pressure to confirm my control. It makes him wince and a look of panic overtakes him. This excites me to no end and I can't control the delirious laugh that escapes me. I am feeling the desire and provacation that comes with power, control and authority! I want him to see me, I want him to watch me, I want him to fear what is to come next. I remove his gag and watch as he gasps for air, licking his dry mouth, I see his chest fill with a breath, I know he is going to scream. "Shhhhhh!" I sternly whisper while pressing my finger against his lips, slowly increasing the pressure to make my point. I huskily whisper in his ear "Tonight, I OWN you!" as I slowly remove the blindfold and look him straight in the eyes. He looks a little confused as it takes him a moment to adjust to the light and realize what is happening. As he does, a smile spreads across his face. I show him no emotion as I circle him and present my tasseled whip to his exposed body. I run it up and down his limbs letting him relax and enjoy the feel. As I see goose bumps appear I quickly snap the whip up and let it backlash on his chest! He gasps for air from the unexpected lash. I need him to feel my capability so I lash him again, and again! With each time I am growing more and more stimulated. Looking at him, he is very scared and unsure of the game we are playing. I walk back to my big wooden handle and manage to put him face down on his knees. I don't want him to see me, just hear me and feel my domination and discipline over him. His vulnerability is getting me wet. I caress his muscular sexy ass and let him relax before I give him what he really wants. As I feel his tension diminish, I lash out quick and hard allowing my whip to do its work. There are red welts quickly appearing on his ass, as I am consistent with my lashings. I return my whip to rest in the top of my boot as I let my hands caress the wounds I have administered. I run my hand around to his slightly aroused cock letting him feel every stroke I give. As he grows harder I slip down to grab his balls tightly and remind him that I hold the power! He struggles against the restraining chains wanting to turn my game around, but I am in control! I caress his fully aroused cock while my other hand probes his ass. I am allowing him to enjoy the pleasure and sensations I am giving. He is starting to breath harder and heavier, obviously relaxed and enjoying what I am giving him. I intentionally pull my hands away and laugh at his evident defenselessness. He is defenseless to ME and my desires. I walk back to my handle of subjection; I take my time turning him over so he is face up and laying on his back, yet still tightly restrained. I climb on top of him, straddling his torso with my boots, leaning into him licking and kissing his sweaty salty neck, letting my tongue pave its way to his ear, slowly licking and probing every inch. He is groaning and getting aroused giving into the pleasure I am allowing him. My tongue slowly travels down his neck and chest as it circles his hard nipple. I let my desire and hunger take over and bite down on him hard! Oops... I drew blood! I move down positioning myself on his thighs, suggestively bringing my boot up towards his mouth. He obliges and gives my boot a tongue bath, carefully, not missing a spot! Since he did so well, I pull my boot off and grant him the luxury of tongue bathing my foot. He starts out well but is losing his focus and not giving my foot the attention it deserves. I let this be known by smacking his stomach repeatedly until he's begging me and promising me he will do better. I give him a second chance and once again present my foot to him. This time he pays attention to detail, circling and sucking ever so slowly on each toe, nibbling and teasing me with his mouth. I am dripping with desire as I watch him with my foot in his mouth satisfying my demand. When I have had enough, I slowly, make my way up and sit on his chest staring deep into his eyes, I say nothing, yet my eyes show him I am the Master. I slowly move up so my wet clit is pressed against his chin. He has a look of pure want on his face. Slowly raising myself up onto my knees I hover my hot wet pussy just out of his reach. He sticks his tongue out and is trying to reach me, groaning with desire. "This is MY game!" I think as I slap him across the face. He cowers back and awaits my cue. I repeat my teasing and he is careful not to upset me again. I lower myself down sitting on his face, allowing him to lick me, to please me, to fuck me with his tongue. He is bringing me to that sacred place only he can take me to, I grind myself onto him hard and fast, greedily taking every last sensation he has to offer until my body succumbs to the pleasure and satisfaction. As I let myself fall on him, I feel drained from the hard orgasm. I catch my breath and allow my breathing to regulate. I am feeling the love and awe that only this man is able to give me. BUT I am not finished with him yet. I pull myself off of him and light my cigar, an indisputable sign of satisfaction. I can tell he is relaxed and proud of himself for pleasing me. He is looking at me, waiting for me to release him; evidently thinking our game has come to an end. I casually walk away. I return a few moments later being sure to enjoy every reaction on his face as he sees me walk in the room wearing a strap-on. His expression changes from that confidant, cocky smile that I love, to fear and panic. I walk to my handle and slowly yet methodically move him into the perfect position for my last hurrah, the whole while staring him straight in the eyes. I pull a bottle of lube out from my boot and begin to massage it around his tight ass. He is clenching his ass together and beginning to sweat profusely. I smack him hard and give him a look of warning. I see him try to compose himself and relax, since he knows what will happen. Positioning myself between his legs, I slowly grab his cock and begin to stroke it just the way he likes, building the pressure and speed. He has grown hard and has focused himself on the pleasure I am administering on his fully erect cock. I slowly, ever so slowly place the tip of my pleasure wand inside his ass. He groans out in what I am sure is neither pleasure or pain, but both. I use my hips and force my wand into his ass driving deep, still giving his beautiful cock the attention it requires. As I quickly pump myself into him over and over again he wears a new look that tells me he is in pure ecstasy. His orgasm comes hard and fast and I feel so empowered! His pleasure has given me a need to release myself. I lean into him, as we look deep into each others eyes, I let him kiss me deeply. This is all it takes for me to let go, letting the waves and sensations wash through me, bringing with it a feeling of pure satisfaction. I lay on his chest listening to our laboured breathing, letting our bodies recover. I have given him something he has never known before, the feeling of pleasure and pain. He has given me a new love of power, control, and authority! Then just because I can, I stand up, and with whatever I have left in me, I smack his ass, and walk away.