0 comments/ 10862 views/ 1 favorites The Memory By: penguindance She reached up to turn the water off with her toes and eased back into the warmth of the water, closing her eyes and letting the sweet vanilla scent of the bubbles take her over. Thoughts of him filled her. She could feel his hands touching her, his lips on hers, his body pressed against her, and she was taken back to the time they were together. Her heart raced with anticipation as she walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door. She found room 126 and knocked. The door opened slowly, revealing him standing before her without his shirt on. It was the first time their eyes had met, but to her it was like she had known that face every day of her life. He pulled her close to him for a hug, and she felt like she was home. It was the most peaceful feeling she had ever had in the arms of a man, and she felt like she could stay there forever. Hugging her arms around her in the water, she yearned for that moment, yearned for those arms to be holding her again. They sat on the queen size bed and talked like old friends, brushed against one another teasingly and shared pictures and stories of his life. She sat beside him, her body touching his ever so lightly, and drank in every word he spoke. It was just like every time they had spoken before, she couldn’t wait to hear everything he had to say. She wanted to know everything there was to know about him. She smiled to herself, thinking about all those night when they talked for hours, all the secrets they had shared with each other. The first time he kissed her, a wave of warmth flowed through her. When his hands found her body…moving over all the right places-her neck, her breasts, the small of her back-she felt the tingle all the way to the tips of her toes. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her like that, since anyone had taken the time to explore her body and truly pay attention to what sent shivers up and down her spine. In her mind it seemed like an eternity since anyone had brought her to that place of ecstasy within her that he found so easily. Lying there in that bed with him, everything has seemed so perfect. Now, in this bathtub in her steamy bathroom so far from him, she ached for that feeling. He was so far away, but as she closed her eyes, he was right there beside her again. She concentrated on that, not wanting to think of the distance. That night was like a beautiful dance. They slowly moved together… kissing and touching and kissing…passion consumed them and they moved into a place only the two of them shared. They were a million miles from anyone. The two of them were nowhere and everywhere all at once, and no one existed for her except him. She cried out in delight as he worked his way down her body, teasing her with kisses all the way down. Each touch of his lips sent fire radiating through her, and she ached to feel him inside her. A smile waltzed across her lips as he kissed her thighs, spreading them apart and working his way into the warmth between them. His mouth, his fingers, his hands… Even all this time later she felt an all-consuming passion as she thought about that moment. With his tongue he worked her into a frenzy of dizzying bliss. She arched her back, pressing against him, as she climaxed once, twice… She longed to feel his body against hers. She pulled him on top of her, needing to feel all of him as she shuddered and came to a blinding peak yet again. She was shaking as she touched him. He moved to pull her on top of him, and she threw her head back in a moment of pure pleasure as he slid inside of her, grasping her hips to push his eager manhood deeper within her. She savored every second as their bodies moved together. She whispered his name, words spilled from her mouth as she lost herself in making love to him. They clutched each other in a moment of raw passion as he came to a moment of ecstasy. She smiled inside as he showed his eagerness for her body, she felt a glow radiating between them as they collapsed into one another’s arms. She shivered a little in the bathtub as she thought of that moment, and the long night of moments that would follow it, and she slid deeper into the water. The bubbles tickled her nose and she giggled, thinking of that night, and how it seemed time stood still for the two of them. He wrapped his arms around her and she nestled into him. Their bodies fit together so perfectly, it felt to her like they were created to be one. She could feel his breath on her neck, she could hear his voice, so soft in her ear, and she just closed her eyes to the rest of the world. Their forever would only last one night for now, but they would always have that memory to play over and over in their mind, unwrapping and enjoying each time like a sweet piece of chocolate-savoring the memory as it melts within them, and punctuated by the enticing thought that there would be a next time, and the next time could be even better... The Memory Drifting, timeless I wait and then came those disjoined notes like an ill tuned instrument playing harshly, so very faint but there they were, silver symbols floating attached by only a single hair fine, rainbow colored thread. Pain and sorrow make up the thread which I catch and hold, my only link to follow to one who calls. Do they even know they have called for me? Following the thread thru time and space I filter down, a mere shimmering of light like a snowflake falling from the heavens. I drift down along that simple line and into a chamber lit only by the soft glow of a computer monitor. The discord of those jangled notes is so much stronger here calling out "Help me. Relieve me of my boredom, my loneliness which has become the monotony of my life. Give me but one simple memory, a single flash in time to carry with me to the end of my days." I hear and heed that call, my heart heavy for the loneliness which I feel in you. You sit before your computer screen, fingers drifting slowly over the keys. You are unaware of my presence, of the soft shimmering of silver behind you. I step forward a gentle pressure is the touch placed upon your shoulder, you glance but see nothing in the dim light of your room and then you feel another touch, my fingers slide through your hair as I become visible, solid and real for you. I am everything you imagine me to be, everything you desire. "You called for me" my words a soothing sound to ease the sudden jangle of notes your life thread carries to me. The fingers of one hand slide along your scalp massaging as the other moves to place a single finger over your lips, stopping the flow of questions. "Shh..." the soft sound issues forth between slightly parted lips as I look into your eyes. I smile softly to you, my eyes capturing the light from the monitor revealing a color most pleasing to you. Everything about me is exactly as you dreamt and fantasized about. I turn you back to the computer screen and slowly begin to knead your shoulders, the tension there reflected in the notes which dance upon the air. Slowly the notes smooth and under my massaging fingers the tension begins to drain out of you. I push you forward slightly so my hands can move down over your arms and upper back, slowly working until your notes sing softly and smoothly to me. Leaning forward my breath is felt against your ear feather light right before my lips touch and slide gently against the curving shell. The flick of my tongue follows the path of my breath to awaken nerves long dulled by music which is listened to so loudly you cannot hear your own weary thoughts. My hands slide forward over your shoulders and to your chest. "Do you desire my departure?" the single whispered question asked is first answered by the sudden tangling of notes before your head moves from side to side. This is all I needed to continue my quest to give you one perfect memory. My hands move to the buttons of your shirt sliding each through the hole that holds the material about your frame. Slowly your chest is revealed to my gaze, pleasing in its shape and texture. Everything about you is pleasing to my eyes, to my senses. My mouth drifts from your ear down to you neck where that bundle of nerves where shoulder meets neck waits. My lips soft and appealing touch there then the gentle but firm scrape of teeth as I bite, my purpose clear now. I can see your eyes widen slightly as a shiver courses through your frame, the sound of your notes deepening as you seek to touch. Gently my hands move yours back forward to the keys before you "Not yet" I whisper as I halt you in your quest to touch me. My hands move over your chest, shoulders and back touching the skin as nails scrape over the flesh and sensitizing you to my touch, to the whisper soft brush of my fingers. Then I turn you slowly from your monitor allowing you to fully gaze upon me my body revealed and hidden by a simple shimmering cloth that contains and holds the frame you designed for me. I hold my hand out to you, beckoning you to rise, aiding you. Once you gain your feet my hands reach out touching your face, smoothing over the skin of your cheeks and then over your lips, down your chin and over your neck. I touch you from your neck to the waistband of your trousers. A brief pause as my fingertips glide back and forth along the flesh there, teasing with a promise yet fulfilled. I watch as your eyes darken, the notes deepening even more, taking on a subtle hue telling me of your awakening. Slowly and deftly my fingers find and release the mechanism which holds the cloth of your trousers to your frame, the offensive material soon is felt sliding down your legs rubbing your skin as they go. I stand back and gaze upon you, your body to my gaze glorious everything I could desire. I again step forward until the soft caress of my garment brushes your skin, my warmth merely a hairs breath from touching you. My lips move forward to brush against yours, just a feather light stroke at first to awaken you more and to seek the answer to an unasked question "Do you want me to continue?" The question of course is answered as you seek to quickly more and I draw back with a shake of my head "Not yet" I whisper and as you regain your stance I pause and wait a moment before again my lips brush over your own. The kiss so simple slowly becomes more a light pressure now and a slow nibbling of your lower lip to draw you in and open you for me. Your lips part as your eyes shutter closed and the kiss deepens as my tongue lightly slides along the rim of your mouth, stroking and alerting the nerves there of more to come. The pressure of my lips upon yours deepens as my mouth fits so perfectly to your own, merging our breath, our taste. My tongue glides into your mouth to stroke and run along your teeth before it engages your own in a slow waltz. My hands caress up your chest balancing my weight lightly against you as our tongues dance and slide against one another. I feel of your arms circling my body to bring my frame against your own fully, the heat of our bodies touching, pressing against each other before mingling and becoming one heat. I feel your heart under my touch as it increases in pace and likewise the notes that sing to me telling me the path of my next action. I draw back and smile softly as your lips follow mine seeking to continue our dance, your arms tighten to hold my body against you, your arousal evident as it presses to the skin warmed silk that contains me, the only barrier between us. I pull away, the gentle pressure of my hands upon your chest alerting you of my desire to separate our bodies "Not yet" again I whisper to you finally breaking all contact save for those hands upon your chest. One perfect kiss to add to the memory I am creating for you. My only desire now is to please you, to fulfill the dream which called me to you. My hands slowly slide down your chest over your beating pulse and to your stomach, the muscles there clench under my questing fingers. I love the feel of your warmth, the textures of your body so varied and enticing. My fingers glide lower, nails lightly scraping until they meet the evidence of your arousal. The notes that find and dance along my body sing of your own excitement, shining brighter now. My fingers slowly slide along the length of you, dancing and tapping the flesh lightly, testing its strength, caressing the velvet covered steel that rises from your body. My hand weights and measures the firm length, slowly circling it, squeezing lightly to find the pulse within. My eyes hungrily move over your body, questing as my fingers did but moments before. With darkening eyes and quickening breath my hand moves along your length stroking the warm skin, so fascinating is the veined shaft throbbing within my grasp. A bead appears at the vertical opening upon the tip of the spongy darker head of your length that I continue to stroke. My breath catches as I gaze upon that perfect tear, it beckons me. Slowly my body lowers before you like a pagan sacrifice to rest upon my knees. My teeth slowly drag at my bottom lip before I lean in and you feel the light flick of my tongue over the opening drawing away that glistening tear to taste your perfection. The salty sweet tang infuses my senses adding to the notes which dance over me like a warm wind. As one hand strokes you slowly the other rises and cups the dangling orbs contained within your heated sac, the flesh draws and shifts within my grasp teasing my senses, delighting me with ever changing textures. I slowly lean forward as if drawn by an invisible thread my lips meeting the head of your shaft. Slowly my tongue slides under the head stroking the underside with side sweeps to tantalize and tease those sensitive nerves. My tongue slides slowly along the underside, teeth nibbling to bring you along, to incite within you the same passion I feel. My mouth slides back towards the head where lips part and slowly engulf the head of your firm cock within the warm wet cavern of my mouth. Unable to contain yourself I feel your hands slide into my hair gripping and holding me in place and yet allowing my mouth to move over you in the delicious manner in which I offer myself to you. I hear your intake of breath, the pulse within my lips speeding up. The notes you sing to me race over my skin causing me to thrill under their tickling touch. My mouth draws upon you taking you deeper, my cheeks puffing out as you slide ever deeper. Drawing back my cheeks cave in as a sucking pressure tries to keep you held within my moist lips. I draw to the very tip almost releasing you from the slow torment only to reverse direction and take you deep again. Over and over my head moves forwards and back my hands stroking and caressing in time to the rhythm of my mouth causing a soft deep moan to issue forth and vibrate along your length to your very core. I feel your need rising, the tightening of your body, not yet, to soon, I draw off your length to stare up at you a long moment and yet it is only mere seconds. "Not yet" again whispered forth to you promising more to come. Slowly you draw me up before you to merge our lips in along lingering kiss, the heat between us cocooning our bodies in a soft glow. I almost whimper with the heat of your passion as it sears me. With the greatest of effort and utmost reluctance I draw from your clinging lips, slide from the arms that embrace me in steel bands. I smile softly and wantonly as I seek to find that final perfect note with you. Only now do I reveal myself the silk that contains me slowly drawn off and down my body to pool around my feet and ankles. You draw me to your bed and lay me upon it your hands stroking me in the manner I did earlier to you, your soul singing a soft melody. My body ripples and arches under your touch, a touch that follows the angles and curves of my form, drawing me along pushing my passions for you higher. Your fingers stroke my chest, stomach, hips and thighs. You flip me over and continue to tease my body to a even higher plateau, stroking my back rear and legs, you whisper deeply in my ear "Mine" causing a soft whimper to issue forth as I am claimed, the moment feels perfect as your teeth find and grip tight the bundle of nerves at the crook of my neck copying the action I performed much earlier upon your own neck. The memory takes form, solidifying as our bodies finally move together merging in the slide of damp heated flesh against damp heated flesh. Your body covers mine drawing forth a slow moan of sheer pleasure as your lips move over my body sampling the taste of me from head to toe and back again. Your teeth nip and nails scrape as you bring forth the heated blush of passion which blankets me. "Yes... now" finally signaling to you it is time. I feel you stroke and press slowly sliding into my body. My body grips yours, muscles flexing and rippling around you as you slide deeper then draw out only to press in again. Our bodies move together pressing and seeking to join tighter to merge into one body. The inner muscles your shaft strokes and caresses tighten bearing down upon you, fitting you like a second skin, milking your length as your body strokes over mine pressing me firmly to the mattress beneath us. The scent of our joining perfumes the air like tropical flowers, our moans like the calls of exotic birds. We grind and push against each other seeking that perfect note. You thrust harder and I beg for more, your response is to begin pounding into me harder, drawing out only to thrust back in deeper. My breath is so quick now, matching yours, heart pounding a loud tattoo as my body arches and seeks more, ever more. I feel you start to stiffen as you push in deeper than you have ever gone before, you shudder and I feel your body draw up before the hot stream of your release splashes deep with in me heat me and setting off my own release. The perfection of the note your soul sings to me takes me higher than I could have imagined, our combined cries of release only adding to the music we created. My climax reached as heat washes my body as it ripples, stiffens and then pulses around yours as I milk you of every drop you offer. After the incredible shattering release your body rests heavily over mine for a long moment as you recover. Feeling the notes your soul sings calm to float about me, I slowly fade returning to the abyss, that timeless void I came from and you find yourself sinking to rest upon your mattress still warm from our joining. This is my gift to you. You are left with your wish a perfect moment, one single unique memory to carry you forward in time and remember always. Julikitten, Dec. 2011 The Memory of Her She invited me to dinner, where She wined and dined me, Her foot, playfully slipping up my skirt underneath the table. Each time Her leg slid up, between my supple thighs, it caused me to jump. Trying desperately to maintain my composure as O/our conversation drew on through the evening. It was obvious that She was taunting me, teasing me, to see how Her every comment was received, or every touch elicited a response, favorable or not. Afterwards, She had me clean up the dining area and dishes and kitchen, removing all rubbish so that it was a spotless and presentable area. As the dishes were being done, my head was swimming. My heart all aflutter, my pulse racing, pounding through my ears, and my composure, well, that was gone 15 minutes into the dinner. Trying to regain composure, as the dishes were being done, the room began to sway. She came in, immediately as I turned to view her, I became unsteady and toppled to the floor. The room began to spin, as I lay there, feeling nauseated and weak. She helped me up, asked if I were OK., then said perhaps it's best I spend the night to rest, and return home in the morning. Reluctantly, I agreed. Of course, being in Her presence kind of helped that along nicely also. lol Never before had Any Superior made these feeling stir within me, and None since. Still feeling woozy, as She led me along, I found Her bringing me under Her staircase, then leading me down another set of stairs to a room She had in the basement. She helped me to the bed, located in the center of the room, where I basically collapsed. Fleeting images cleared, then uncleared as I viewed around the room. A solitary desk with some writing implements on it. A bathroom area, with a toilet, and a shower stall. The barest of necessities one would need to get by. Still, one thing caught my eye, that I became almost curiously, almost insanely, obsessed to stare at. It was a chain, attached on the wall to a place above on the ceiling. Just above the center of the bed, hanging from the ceiling, was a leather collar. Oh, how I tried to stay awake, and get rid of the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Having rushed to the toilet area 4 times already, I felt too weak to even begin to garner a closer look at it that night. Somewhere between the 5 toilet rush, and morning, I managed to fall asleep. When morning came, I wake up, finding myself covered. Apparently, She had lain a blanket on me before leaving the room, but most likely I was either out of it, or exhausted and fell asleep, not ever noticing. I finally getting my bearings, and trying to remember the goings-on of the night previous, I realized, OMG, She has me under Her stairs in a room! What the hell? Why am I naked? Why am I in this room, and where is She? How long have I been here? A myriad of questions ran through my head and made me almost as dizzy as I felt the night before. As originally frightening as my predicament was, mysteriously so, I also found it soothing. I closed my eyes, and focused on calming my now racing heart, that was filled with both fear, and excitement, and confusion. The fear finally passed, the confusion finally began to clear out of my head as the prior evening's events unfolded slowly in my head. When I opened my eyes, peace had settled comfortably within. Still, as curiosity was trying to drive my thoughts, I began to refocus on other things. I immediately made the bed, with tight, hospital corners, putting the pillow, nicely fluffed on the bed, tucking the case ends underneath, then sliding the top of the covers over top, pressing the creases out so it was a neat, military looking cot. After finishing that, I worked my way to the standing shower stall, found some body wash, turned the water on, and began to bathe myself. Finishing up, I removed the towel from the rack, and began to dry myself off. I dried myself off, then immediately began to clean up any and all excess water on the floor area, using the mop and bucket nearby. I also cleaned the shower stall, as I've been trained all my life to clean up behind myself. Presumptuous? No, not really. In O/our previous nights dinner conversation, She asked how my cleaning habits were in regards to a home and my person. I answered to Her satisfaction, as the conversation traversed through the night, mixing with laughter, and witty quips between U/us. I was curious about the items in this room, so I began to look about the minimally decorative room. On the desk was a note, folded neatly in half, my name on the envelope. I looked at the envelope, then opened it, seeing nice stationary, with a monogrammed initial: C, Her initial. Hmmm, this is beginning to get interesting was my first thought. While opening the note, Her intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils, sending my olfactory senses went into hyper drive. Unsure of what I was smelling, I lean in closer and take another sniff, and sure enough, it was Her perfume sprayed on this stationary. Cute, I thought. A Lady who sends these kind of letters to Her special someone. The note was written in a lovely Calligraphic handwriting. She had exemplary hand writing. The note simply read: please tidy up the bed, clean up before leaving. C. That made me feel special in a different sort of way. Putting it on the desk top, I begin to sit down for a moment, to thank the lovely MistressC, for Her generous invite and kind care to allow me to sleep there the previous evening. I tuck the note back into it's envelope, then lay it down to tuck it into my coat pocket, so I could set it on the dining room table when I left. Curiosity still working on me, I begin opening the remaining 3 drawers, and having found nothing more, I continue looking about. Thinking to myself, as I saw a short chest of drawers, then looking at my naked body, I make my way to it, and again, begin to open drawers. The first held only my "dainties", the second, my blouse, the last, my skirt and jacket. Looking around as I quickly dressed, in the hopes of Her not catching me here (or catching me-which was my hope *wink wink*), I quickly set my feet into my comfortable shoes. I then continued to walk about the room, trying to find an exit. Having found the stairs, I stepped onto the first step of the landing, yet hesitated. For some strange reason, as much as I wanted to leave, deep inside me, I really didn't want to. I mean, I barely knew this woman, as a neighbor. Now, here I am, in Her basement room, with the new, refreshing knowledge that She was a Superior. Guess it goes to show, the old adage is true: No One knows where the nose goes when the doors are closed. Deciding to delay my departure, I returned to the bed for a moment to sit down, and again closed my eyes, as I tilted my head back. Having opened my eyes after a few moments, again I caught a glimpse of that hanging collar. Eying it hanging above, my eyes traced the heavy, link chain from which it was hanging back to the hook on the wall. Curiosity got the better of me. Looking to be sure She was not around, I walked over to the hook, and undid the chain, slowly lowering the collar to the center of the bed. I let the chain all the way down, and hooked it on it's last link, then walked back to the bed and sat on the bed, next to the collar, my heart tapping out a marching song. Lifting the collar, the newness of the leather now filled my nostrils, and I breathed the scent in deeply. The soft, supple leather I caressed as I began to inspect it carefully. Having never before seen a collar up close, I took notice of it's fine craftsmanship. It was a cocoa brown, with tight, secure stitches, with a strong, metal silver band running along the top and bottom of it. The bands, laden with small, polished, silver and black onyx alternating studs sent shivers up my spine. I became as a little girl, happily so, in a toy shop, being given the best gift ever. I began to giggle for no apparent reason. It had a lovely, shiny silver clasp on the back side. As I continued to inspect this fine piece of leather mastery, in rotating it, I stopped once reaching it's backside. Wondering and curious as to how it would feel on my neck, I sneak a look towards the stairway, then return to my focus on the collar, and how the soft, supple leather would accentuate my slender neck. Hesitant, at first, and chickening out on wanting to try it, my thoughts being, "I need to leave here now," mixing with, "I really, really want to put this on and feel it around my neck." "What the hell is wrong with me?" was my initial thought. Here I am, in a stranger's house, in Her basement, having just discovered She's either a Superior, or a mad psychotic woman hell bent on killing my sorry arse, and all I can focus on was this gorgeous leather collar? Have I fallen off the shallow end of a deep hole? I wrestled with these feelings for a few moments, deciding the following: She can beat me for touching Her property, She wins, I lose. She can kill me, She wins, I lose. or She and I can be mutual in the beatings, She win, I win. I decided to take the risk instead, and go for it. I opened it up enough, and fulling extending my neck, I slide the artwork upon my neck, securing the clasp, and hearing it lock. As I sat there, I closed my eyes, finding peace and comfort having it on. I began to drift in thought and the splendid things She could do to me, and how She could elicit certain responses from me, depending on what she did, and how She did it. As I sat there, fantasizing, and relishing the feel of this collar, I didn't realize the full extent of my excitement. My body betrayed me, as while I sat, my juices flowed freely. Lost, in my thoughts, still feeling the supple leather on my neck, the clasp click still resonating fully in my ears, as my hand raises up to caress the magnificent piece of art upon my neck. Upon opening my eyes, I stand and go back to the hook on the wall, hooking the end link on the chain to the hook and securing it, making sure, there is enough chain left for me to attempt to reach nearly every corner of the room. I do a mental checklist, as I make my way from area to area. Bathroom, check. Desk, check. Chest of drawers, check. Bed, check. Walking around the room, My checklist is dwindling fast.......with but one last place to see that I could reach.........the stairs. I slowly make my way over to the staircase, the link chain clinking and sliding across the floor behind me. I approach the staircase, with trepidation, as well as excitement. Trepidation, as i'm hoping this chain, holding the collar that's upon my neck, will reach, and fear of being caught. Excitement, as deep within, I'm hoping it won't, reminding me of where my true place would be, should She decide it so. I slowly make my way over to it, then suddenly, I feel jerked back. Stepping back 2 steps, I see the chain is out and at it's full length. I back away 2 steps more, and count out how many feet in total it would take for me to reach the staircase, to freedom, from Her home. 8. Eight feet is how short the chain is. Freedom, so close, so inviting, yet so elusive, were She to padlock this collar onto me, making me a permanent fixture down in this room. Oh, how the futility and frustration of it would overwhelm me, were that truly the case. Being so far below Her home, tucked away from society, I began to wonder: If She were to lock me down here, how much would be heard by anyone outside? How close would they have to be to hear my screams for release? My begging for my freedom? I began to wonder if being down here, locked into this room, this collar, would drive me mad. I began to panic, and returned to the center of the room, where the bed sat. I sat there contemplating, as my heart was feeling as though it was about to burst free from my chest. I began to feel woozy once more, and laid down on the bed. My pulse quickened, my heart pounded in my ears loudly, I began to sweat and hyperventilate, and grow extremely dizzy. I tried to close my eyes, to shield my head from the light and tried to stop thinking of the entire situation..............and must have passed out from hyperventillating. When I awoke, there She was, standing over me, in a bustier, and long, leather coat, with an angry, yet evil look on Her face. She snatched me up to a seated position, by the hair, growling: "Did I tell you to touch anything? Did you ask me to touch anything?" As I tried to stammer a response, She quickly snapped: "SHUT UP SLUT............ THE ANSWER IS NO!!" As I tried to break Her hold on my hair, She, fairly quickly, threw me down on the bed, face down, put Her knees in my back and put leather cuffs on me. As quickly, She got off my back, and dashed over to the hook holding the chain. She hoisted me up, to the point of me being flat footed, and secured the chain there on the wall. As much as I was resisting in fear, I felt conflicted as I was becoming more excited. She laughed, almost like a cackle, as She took Her time coming back towards me. I could hear Her sliding the bed away and out of the center of the room. She drew Herself up behind me, grabbing me at my waist, growling in my ear: "So, you thought you could touch things of Mine without asking me? You thought I wasn't around to see what you were doing?" Again, I tried to stammer out a response. This time, She waited to hear what I was to say for myself. "I'm sorry MissC. I didn't mean to upset You. My curiousity got the best of me, and I couldn't resist. I couldn't help but wonder what this would feel like and what goes on in here with this on a person's neck. I'm sooo sorry MissC" She released my waist, then spun me around to face Her. "So, you wondered what it would feel like on your neck, did you? Wondered what goes on here once My collar is on a neck attached to that chain, huh? Well, wonder no more. I WILL show you exactly what I do with someone in your position." She immediately spun me back around, facing away from Her. She quickly pull off my comfortable shoes, my skirt, and my dainties. I attempted to struggle, begging Her to release me, but She just laughed. Her laugh scared me down to my very core, and sent chills down my spine to my very soul. My thought to myself: "Oh my God, have i made a costly and possibly tragic mistake in staying here. What the fuck was I thinking? Why the hell didn't I just leave when I had the chance?" I tried to wriggle free to no avail, I begged for Her to release me, to no avail, I tried screaming for help, to no avail. She grew irritated with me trying to summon someone to help me and quickly pushed a gag into my mouth. She again came up behind me, then knelt down, attaching leather ankle cuffs to my ankles. Next, She attached the ankle cuffs to a spreader bar. As She was trying to put the cuffs on my ankles, I tried to wiggle away from Her and kick at Her. Suddenly, I saw her nearly vanish, and a fast flash of stinging came across my ass. From behind the gag, my teeth clenched down hard, and a muffled scream came from within me, as tears began streaming down my face. She grabbed my hair, growling: "Do NOT try that again!" With the feisty fire of defiance still within me, I attempted to break Her hold on my hair, and again, a fast flash of stinging came across my ass, then one on the back of each leg. Again, I emitted a muffled scream from behind the gag, clenched teeth biting hard on it. Being stubborn, this continued for a few moments. It soon became clear, that I was no where even remotely in a position of control on this matter. Still feeling the burning on the back of my legs, and ass, I succumbed to Her will. Finally, She managed to attach both ankle cuffs to the spreader bar, then Stood up. She grabbed my waist, and reached Her free hand to the front, and slid it down, between my thighs. She then, slowly, released Her hand that held me secure around my waist, and dug Her nail into the newly formed welts on my ass. I grimaced in pain, and bit down harder, letting out some gutteral sounds of agony. She, still having Her hand between my legs, began to taunt and tease my clit. I tried to remain perfectly still, but found Her fingers stimulating me sooooo enjoyable. Both pain and pleasure were searing me to my very soul. My heart was racing, my tears flowing freely, my ass in agony as She dug Her nail into each welt, my body was feeling sooo many different sensations, I thought I was going mad. There I was, ankles cuffed to a spreader bar, hands cuffed behind me, gagged, unable to scream, much less summon help. My mind reeling, from the pleasurable and painful sensations. I was at the mercy of Her will, Her dominance, Her! Whatever She chose to do to me, I had no choice but to enjoy, and endure. For all I knew, She could torture me, then kill me, or the flip side being, taunt me, tease me, titillate me, pleasure me, or build me to the point of ecstasy and climax, then leave me there, frustrated and alone, for a very long time. She continued to tease and torture, alternating each sensation, then She'd cease the torturous elevations of pushing my pain levels unbeknownst to me before now, to solely tease and taunt me. She'd alternate between from using Her paddle, to Her crop, to Her cat o nine tails, to Her bare hand, then, as if having a dual personality within, She'd tease my clit, using Her fingers, a vibe, a feather. My ass burning red hot from the pain, my clit, fully engorged from the pleasure, She suddenly stopped, and walked away. I began to whimper, as if to signal "no, please, don't stop, this is more than I bargained for, more than I had ever dreamed or fantasized about! Please, come back!" I was able to move, but contemplated whether I should. I listened to Her boots as the stomped up the stairs, echoing with each step, and disappeared from ear shot distance. Slowly, I began to turn, to see where She'd gone to. Because I hesitated, upon Her return, She caught glimpse of me, as I was finishing my turning around back to the original position in which She left me. My eyes widened, as the glimpse of what I saw Her carrying frightened me immensely. In Her able and talented hands, She carried a mini bullwhip, and a harness with a very big dildo attached. It looked to be at least 10 inches in length. Further, She had stripped out of Her long trench coat, and stood there, clad completely from head to toe in a different bustier than whence She left. As She stepped in front of me, boring to my core with Her deep, ocean blue eyes, my fear levels rose to a whole new level. She had this look, unlike any I had seen before, and any I'd seen since. It was a mix of devilish playfulness and wicked pleasurable torture that She'd plan to exercise to Her every whim on me. Again, I began to whimper, only this time, I actually was attempting to say something of value, I had hoped might ease my plight. Through a tearful eyes and with a tear stained face, and seeing the look upon Her face, my eyes quickly fell to the floor. She seemed pleased by this gesture, and stepped back 2 steps. She said: "I see you learn quickly slut." All I could do was gently nod my head. She stepped forward and leaned into my ear, growling: "From this point forward, you will only speak when spoken to. Understood?" Again, She got a nod. She then removed the gag, and stepped back. She too Her crop, and lifted my head, using it's end. My eyes looked straight at Hers, which prompted a quick slap in my face. "Never look at my eyes, slut. You are never to mistakenly believe yourself to be my equal. Understood?" I nodded in response, prompting another slap to my face. "When I speak to you, I expect you to respond with: "yes, Mistress, or yes, Ma'am. Understood?" Paying close attention, I managed to utter, "yes, Mistress." Again, She smiled. "Now, seeing as your curiosity got has gotten the better of you, as you've put it, has your curiosity been satisfied? Or has it become peaked? Because if it hasn't been satisfied, I'd be more than happy to continue to show you more than enough and even more than you've ever imagined possible. So, now slut, answer Mistress to Her satisfaction." The Memory of Her Still, defiance, mixed with excitement, exhilaration and trepidation, I truly did not know how to answer. I wasn't sure whether to be insulted at feeling trapped, exhilarated at the multiple sensations and feelings I've been experiencing, fear filling me to my core at what other possibilities She had in store, or defiant to the point of demanding my release. My head, thoughts, emotions, and senses were reeling. Feeling conflicted about all of this was the understatement of the year in my current situation. Finally settling on an appropriate response, or so I thought, I finally spoke, saying: Mistress, this is far more than I'd imagined, and would like to go home, NOW! Oh boy, big, mistake. The color drained from Her face, as She stepped back, in shock, I think. I don't think She expected that response from me, after all of what had just transpired. She quickly regained Her composure, saying: "Hmm. You aren't in much of a position to demand very much, now are you slut? You fail to realize one thing, slut: You aren't in much of a position to demand very much, now are you slut? After all, it doesn't look like, for all your demanding and shouting for help, your current situation has changed since I caught you, now has it, slut? I will say this: I will enjoy breaking your defiant spirit, and make you see you need a woman like Me, and beg for My very presence and you'll be all the more thankful for it, too." I swallowed hard, thinking: "Whoa, was that a giant fucked up move on my part. What the hell did I go and make Her mad for? I was beating myself up for not thinking before choosing my words. What the hell was I thinking? Did that make my current situation any better? NO! Am I free? NO! Was I, like, 5 nuggets short of a happy meal or what?" I began to tremble, and begged to be released. I begged, pleaded, cried, all of that falling on deaf ears. I was in no better shape before I did the old: "Open mouth jam in foot" moment. Realizing that my alligator mouth had once again overloaded my butterfly ass, I began to tug at the padded cuffs on my hands, tried to break the hold the spreader bar had on my ankles, the supple leather collar upon my neck, all to no avail. Still having some fight left in me, I began to tug at the restraints. Deep within, I felt unimaginable fear, mixed with exuberating excitement. I was at Her mercy, and whatever She had in store for me, I could never even begin to think on, much less fathom. As when She was speaking, She disappeared behind me, surely She heard me struggling against the restraints, and was quick about Her displeasure at my action. Immediately, I felt the stinging sensations on my legs and thighs. Wincing and screaming as I bit down on the gag, my knees buckled, yet, hanging from Her collar, in doing so, I wound up choking myself somewhat. I tried to ready myself and steady myself for Her next blow or series of blows, with miserable success. (wink wink) She quickly pulled up on the collar, then pulled my head back, seeing the tears that were freely flowing. Blinking through tears, I tried to clear my focus. My head spinning, my ass and thighs burning, I found it difficult to maintain my composure. I narrowed my eyes at Her, and growled behind the gag. She let out this laugh, an evily wicked laugh, unbeknownst to me before, and never have I heard it since. "You intrigue me slut," She said. "I've broken many sluts and slaves here, and most have been broken rather easily once they've realized the predicament they've gotten themselves into, not to mention, them realizing defeat in My great presence. You're different, somehow." Again trying to pull my hair from Her grasp, She quickly responded with a harder pull, and a quick nipple twist. My eyes slammed shut, as a gutteral agonizing sound rose from within my very soul. I tried to break Her grip on my nipple, as if that would make things better. Across Her face, as I opened my eyes and the rivers of tears streamed down my face, I could see She was really enjoying this. This thought crossed my mind: "She is fucking crazy. She's a Sadist kind of crazy I had never encountered, yet only heard of in news stories" She reached down and stuck Her hand in my sopping wet pussy, then replied: "Tsk, tsk tsk. Slut, did I give You permission to cum? Because if My memory serves Me correctly, the answer is no. You will learn how things are done for me, slut. You will cum when I tell you to, and won't if I tell you not to" My thoughts were: "Cum? Cum? Was She fucking kidding me? It was probably wet because I pissed myself from the agony I was feeling." The room spinning faster now, my head drowning, all I could remember was Her asking again: "Did I tell you to.............. and that's where it all drifted away as I passed out. I woke quickly, choking, as the splash of water She tossed in my face, started dribbling into my nose. Gasping for air, She pulled my head back quickly with a strong tug of my hair. "There you are, slut, welcome back to Me. There, there now, I see I will have to take things a wee bit slower for you, slut. I hadn't reallized you weren't a pain slut, and that you were so fragile. From what I've seen, this is all new to you, so for now, I'll take it easy on you. Just know, it won't be that way for long. You will take all I give you, and so very much more." Taking a few moments to take stock of my situation, I once again realized I was still bound. Before I was awakened in such a hurried way, in my unconsciousness, I was safe and sound at home. I was in my room, watching some television, eating snacks, and relaxing. Now, clearly awake and conscious, I found that was not even remotely the case. "Stand up straight, slut!" She barked out Her commands, and I immediately did as She said. In my head, I was thinking: "If I can return to Her good graces, after causing myself such a nightmarish situation, I might be able to get a drop on Her and escape to make my way to freedom." She began to paddle my ass, slowly at first, me flinching with each blow. My ass felt like it was on fire by the time She finished "that round," and began with another. Next came Her flogger. She had shown it to me before She began. I admired it's craftsmanship. It had a black onyx handle, with long, leather strips attached to it. The silver metal band holding the strips to the handle, had rads in it. I got a long, hard look at it, as She made sure She showed me each tool of Her craft before using them deftly. She began by digging Her nails into my now beet red ass cheeks, then commenting: "Not to My liking..........yet," then again that soul shaking laugh I'd come to be familiar with. She swung, first few blows landing on my red, overly sore ass cheeks. Then repositioning Herself, and swinging, I felt the strips landing between my legs from the rear. As Her strength grew in Her blows, my pussy also began to burn. For some strange reason, that wasn't driving my mind crazy. It was the sensations of the leather as they hit my clit. Exhilarating, yet painful. It wasn't long before She began to notice my body responding to each round She delivered. Next, came a vibrating egg. My eyebrows furrowed together, and She knew why. "Oh, this little gem? Oh, this is one of My favorite tools. It is remote controlled, with 5 different speeds. I insert it into your ass or pussy, as I see fit, of course, and turn it on and off at My whim and pleasure." She then proceeded to reach her hand down between my legs, turning it on it's lowest setting, and taunted and teased me. "The pussy or the ass, hmmm, choices, choices....... whatever am I to do?" Sarcastic son of a bitch She was, I thought. Next thing I knew, She backed away, then disappeared behind me once more, only to return moments later. The devilish look in Her eyes made me blink twice as She lifted Her hands to my eye level. There, in front of me, were not one, but two eggs. Seeing them both, I thought: "OMG..........She had one in each hand. She planned on putting one in each hole." I tugged at the restraints, tried to back away, which earned a quick slap in my face from Her. "NO YOU DON'T SLUT! DON'T YOU EVER REFUSE WHAT I OFFER YOU! I TOLD YOU BEFORE, AND I WANT TO SHOW YOU WHAT YOUR CURIOSITY WILL GET YOU FROM ME, AND THE COST ATTACHED TO IT WILL BE HIGH, LET ME ASSURE YOU ON THAT." Pulling me back in front of Her, She quickly slid Her hand between my thighs and slid Her gem into my wet, dripping pussy. She, as if gliding on air, quickly got behind me, leaned me forward, and slid the other into my ass. I tried to fight Her on it, but seeing as She was standing in a most opportune spot, She was quick to grab my waist, and push that gem into my ass. Next, She strode 4 feet in front of me, pulled out 2 different remotes and showed them to me. One was black, the other silver. The twinkle in Her eyes and wicked grin across Her face let me know.............boy was I in for TRUBBBBBLEEEEEEEEE.