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By: InYourDreams



She ran down the stairs and out into the sunshine. He was waiting for her in the car but he just smiled. It was a little test just to reassure her that he truly loved her, which was testified to by his patience. She felt so lucky. He was good looking and was very caring and considerate. She felt he was a good catch. He had his own business, a small restaurant in a good location and it was doing well, and he seemed ready to settle down with her. She wanted to look good for him and that was why she was late. She wore a light blue knitted short sleeve top that ended above her navel, under which was a push up bra so her tits would stand out appealingly. They were a bit small, but with the push ups they looked three times larger. She wore a short dark blue skirt with a white belt and white sandals with heels. The outfit was complemented with a white handbag. In all it had cost her quite a bit, but he was worth it.

"Sorry. Lets get going."

He never seemed to mind and as they drove off he was talking to her of his plans for the business. Things had been going well, and now that he had found somebody good looking, great in bed and supportive he wanted to sort out his debts and start their new life together. He explained to her about the money he had borrowed from Max to set up the restaurant. He had known that Max was overcharging him interest, but he had little choice and knew that if he worked hard the business would take off. Well it certainly was taking off, but he never seemed to be able to shake off the debt he owed Max and the interest payments were crippling him. Now he wanted to buy a little house for the two of them nearby instead of living over the restaurant and so he had to settle the bill with Max. 

As they drove she looked at him and her eyes radiated happiness. He looked at her and the way the wind caught her hair as they sped along. God she was beautiful. She leaned over and kissed him and drove her tongue deep into his throat. He almost choked and the car swerved by this sudden onslaught. She pulled away and laughed and he laughed too. She reached down and started to unbutton his trousers. He felt her hand search inside and pull out his sleeping member. The wind felt cold on it as she drew it out and stroked it. It did not take long to respond and soon became stiff in anticipation. She leant down and took it in her mouth. She sucked on it, swallowing most of him, and he felt his shaft lubricated as her lips slid up and down it in a slow rhythm. He was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate as her ministrations continued. She removed her mouth and continued with her hand to jack him off as she studied his face. She was quite something and when he ejaculated she leaned down once again and licked him off and put him away.

They continued the drive and she decided to raise her skirt and tuck it into the waistband. Then spreading her legs she revealed to him her white panties encasing her mound peeking out below the ruffle of her upturned skirt. He loved the way she teased him and seemed able to keep him totally aroused even without touching him. He could not wait until they were back home and he could stop her teasing and satisfy himself with her lustful body. 

They arrived. Max ran an exclusive nightclub with a high membership fee. There were many rumours about what went on inside, and it had a reputation for being a sex den, but few locals could afford the fee, so it was all rumour. Matthew had been saving each month and now planned to use this money as a stake in a card game. He knew that Max loved to gamble and had met and talked with a number of people who had managed to free themselves of debts owed to Max through playing cards. Matthew had been preparing a long time for this day and was confident in his ability and now that he had his stake today was going to be the day. He had been learning from a pro, a good friend and customer at the restaurant, and he had all his tricks well prepared. He did not want to leave anything to chance. He felt confident that he would be able to wipe out his debt and he and Lois would be free to start their life together.

As soon as he had parked and before he could reach down to that inviting pussy that had been so spread before him, Lois jumped quickly out of the car and straightened her skirt. She had a warm grin across her face and said simply:

"When we get back home, big boy."

As they walked he had to admire the way she looked. He loved the shape of her bottom and the teasing way her skirt covered it but the sway of the material as she moved enhanced the nakedness of her inner thighs as they disappeared, climbing up underneath the material. They were ushered through a side door and climbed a staircase. She was in front and he enjoyed the look of her long legs climbing each step in front of him, the clacking sound of her heels on the wood and the smell of her scent. She was so beautiful that he sometimes found it hard to believe she was his.

There seemed to be many people at the nightclub already even though the evening was still young. They could hear the noise of chatter as they climbed to the upstairs room where Max waited for them. The room was filled with large round card tables and a small bar in the corner. Max seemed pleased to see them. He was smiling and welcomed them in. He chatted about the restaurant and was pleased to hear that business was good. This was the first time she had met Max, and she thought him charming and he seemed very appreciative of her good looks. Yet he was not pushy. She felt he was quite genuine about wanting to help them although he clearly enjoyed gambling and pretty women. He talked to them, just small talk about the nightclub and stuff. He said that he had been looking forward to the evening and a good clean game of cards. Maybe Matt would be able to repay his debt tonight.

There were two other players at the table and once Max had fixed drinks for everybody they sat down to play. She sat next to her lover and watched, but didn't really understand the game. She looped her arm through his and leaned against his shoulder. The game seemed to be going well as the pile of money in front of Matthew grew. Lois started to feel bored and moved off towards the bar to fix herself another drink. She chatted with the barman as the game progressed. She enjoyed flirting and couldn't help but notice the way he stared at her legs as she sat on the bar stool. She crossed her legs so that her skirt would reveal a bit more of her thigh. She swung one leg on top of the other to accentuate the length of her legs and stroked her hand through her long straight golden hair. She knew how to tease a man by these innocent rituals and she enjoyed the attention she got as a result. She asked the barman if he was married or had a girlfriend. He was non-committal and she knew straight away that this meant there was someone but he didn't want to ruin his chances were she to offer anything. She loved that sense of power that men were willing to throw away so much for the chance to fuck her. Not that she was offering him anything more than a good look. She leant forward against the bar to give him a good view of her breasts encased in the thin protective layer of her top, but thrust forward for his attention by her bra. As he leant forward to talk more with her he looked down the curve of her abdomen, so smooth and so feminine. He looked at her navel and the soft lines of her body slide down beneath the waistband of her skirt. He could feel the soft tingle of her hair as their heads moved closer together and could not tear his mind away from images of fucking her across the bar top and seeing his fingers running uninhibited over that flesh. His hand brushed past hers as he reached across for some peanuts. She knew then that her game had come to an end. If she carried it any further she would have to fight back his advances, and she didn't want another man, she had Matt. 

She sat back and turned towards the card game. She became aware that things had not gone so well and heard Max talking with her lover.

"For a time there you seemed to be going great, and even towards the end your luck looked like it was going to return. But I guess in the end it just didn't quite make it. That's too bad."

Max offered him another drink for consolation. Her lover looked very distraught. It was not meant to end this way. Everything had been going so well and even when he started to lose money there was always that feeling that the cards would change again at any moment. He had now lost his stake and still owed the money on his restaurant. How would they ever be able to buy that house and start their lives? Other people had managed to rid themselves of their debt with Max, how could it have all gone so wrong for him? He had learned all the tricks and prepared for months for this day. 

Max and her lover walked over to the bar where she was sitting. Max smiled at her:

"I hope you weren't too bored while the game was going on, but I expect Dave here has been entertaining you." He looked towards the barman and while his face still smiled, his thoughts were inscrutable. 

"You know Matt, you have a very lovely woman here. You know they say that if you are unlucky in cards then you are lucky in love. What do you say?"

Matthew gulped down his drink and took another. He seemed disconsolate and not prepared to make small talk. Max turned to her:

"I think he has taken it rather hard. I can see how important it was for him to rid himself of this debt. Perhaps the two of you should have some time together. I'll chat here with Dave and see whether there isn't something we can do."

As she moved off with Matthew she put her arms around his shoulders. He seemed very upset. She kept telling him that money didn't matter and that they still had each other. They would find a way to eliminate the debt. Maybe not now, but in a few years time.

"You don't understand. While we owe him this money then all our hard work just goes to paying Max. What about our future? What about our home? Don't we deserve a life? I worked so hard on that restaurant and I want to reap the benefit of its success, not pay it to someone else."

There seemed little she could say to appease him. Max came over and joined them.

"You know, Matthew, it is a shame to see you lose everything. I enjoyed the game and you play very well. I have a suggestion to make. Come over here."

They moved off and Lois watched them talking. She hoped that Max had some way of making Matthew feel better. She didn't know how she was going to be able to console him.

Max told Matthew again how attractive his wife was and that maybe they could see their way to some innocent fun and provide Matt a chance to regain his stake. He suggested to Matthew that they play another game. This time the rules would be different. Max would place his stake at each hand and Matthew would play for free. If Matthew won the hand he would keep the stake and so recover his loses. If, however, Matthew lost then he would still keep the stake but agree to remove an item of clothing from his wife. Matthew started to get angry and refused point blank.

"Look Matthew, it makes sense. You don't have anything else to play with. This way I will pay $1000 per hand. Now none of your wife's clothes are worth that much and $1000 per item will give you the chance to leave here better off than before. I promise no one is going to lay a finger on your wife. But we will get a great deal of pleasure at watching her being stripped by her lover and it will make for a fantastic game. Come on Matthew, there is nothing to be lost and we will all end the day feeling that much better."

Matthew hesitated. The offer was very tempting. He could win back his money, maybe more, and although Lois may lose a bit of dignity, she may find it exciting. She certainly had seemed very bored while they were playing, and he knew how sexy she was feeling during their drive over. 

"No one's going to touch her, right? Its just looking. Is that clear?"

"Sure thing Matthew. No one's going to touch her except you unless you tell me otherwise. OK?"

Matthew had to try and explain this to Lois. He approached her and she looked at him quizzically. She could see he was feeling a bit better after that shouting. What had they been talking about, she wondered. 

"I managed to get us a real chance of getting our money back. It's not going to be easy on either of us but we must take this opportunity. I got Max to agree to play at $1000 per hand, and we keep the money win or lose. If we lose, however, you just have to remove an item of clothing."

She backed away from him shaking her head. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

"I promise you that nothing is going to happen to you. I am going to be here and I've made it clear that they can look but not touch."

"I can't do this. I don't know any of these people. You want me to strip in front of strangers?"

He laughed and put a hand on her shoulder.

"These guys run a brothel out there. They see plenty of naked women. It is actually a complement to you that they find you sufficiently good looking to pay so much to see you. I know this is not easy for you. It is not easy for me to watch you, but worst case is I lose every game and we still walk out of here with $5000. If we win half the games it is double that. After this evening we can blot it out of our minds and still have the money in the bank. Look at it that way."

She hesitated. She could see the logic of what he said. It would not be good, but they could get their money back and hopefully more, and Matt was looking so much more hopeful than a few moments ago. It was a sacrifice she could make for him and make him feel so much better. He promised her again and again that he would be there and make sure nothing happened to her. Reluctantly she agreed after another stiff drink.

The game continued and Matthew started to do well. He already had $3000 and she still had all her clothes on. Maybe they could win back all their money without her losing any clothing. The next game he lost, however. Max asked for her sweater. She grabbed the hem with both hands and found that they had started to shake. 

"No. Matt has to remove it."

She stared blankly at him. Why did Matthew have to do it. She didn't understand. Her lover got up and approached her. He smiled at her but looked troubled. She just stared at him too. Her mind seemed frozen, unable to respond to the circumstances she found herself in. Matt smoothed the material running his hands down her sides, as if he was sizing up the task. He turned.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this."

"Look Matt, I've just paid you $4000. Are you going to pay me this money just to get out of taking your wife's top off? I didn't give you this money for free. I won the game now give me her top."

Matthew turned back to his wife. He felt the guilt as he slipped his arms around her waist. She raised her arms as he lifted the material sliding it gently up her body. Her naked torso emerged and he could feel her nakedness so close to him. He found he was becoming erect. Her softness, her acquiescence and her nakedness so close to him and yet so public were exciting him. He wanted to make love to her then and there in front of everybody and he felt his guilt rise at these thoughts that flooded into him uncalled for. 

She stood there watching Matthew looking at him holding her top. She felt a tension in the room as these men were able to make demands that she and her husband had to fulfil. She felt that she was an offering that was being made. She turned and saw that everyone's eyes were upon her. Somehow it made her feel good. All this time she had been totally irrelevant here sitting at the bar in the corner ignored by everyone intent on the game. Now the game came second place, and she was the centre of attention. She felt flattered by their attention and satisfied that she had taken over centre stage. Dave had come over from the bar and sat at the table to watch the show. She sat down again next to Matthew. As they dealt the next hand she felt a tingle of fear. She looked at the backs of the playing cards as they were being dealt and wondered what fate had for her beneath their uniform pattern. Matthew lost the next game too and Max wanted her bra. Matthew went round behind her as she stood up. She stared Max in the face as she felt her lover's hands on her back. As he struggled with the hooks she felt violated by these people. The sense of having to acquiesce to their demands infuriated her. Why was she not struggling? Why had she agreed to this? It was one thing for a man to rape a woman and take what he wanted, what he needed from her. But this standing and letting them take their time, fumble over her fastenings, leaving her waiting and having to confront her acceptance to slowly revealing her flesh for their scrutiny, their interest. This was not making love, nor was it rape. It was a much deeper humiliation, a psychological degradation. 

Max complemented her on her breasts as the cups of her bra slid over the tops of them. Her nipples were already erect and she had large nipples that stuck out very obviously. Max loved that sense of power that allowed him to just sit and play cards and at a word ask a man to remove his wife's bra and they would dutifully enact the scene in front of him, forced against their judgement to do his bidding. He looked at the soft white flesh of her rounded tits jutting out so appealingly and became more aware of his own clothing. Suddenly her nakedness had given his clothes a greater significance. They were a symbol of his importance, his status as superior to hers. She felt the coldness of the room on her tits and felt their pain and sensitivity as they were left exposed for his inspection. It must now be obvious to everybody how aroused she was by her enforced exhibitionism. She resented her body for that. She wanted to fight and be angry, not aroused. She was not just a sex toy to be exhibited; yet her body was taking so much pleasure from this situation and it was publicly betraying her.

The next hand Matthew won and to her own amazement, she felt a slight pang of disappointment. It was strange how she could feel so fearful of losing and having her clothing removed, but once she had started then it became easier to remove more items. Now that she had allowed them to see her naked tits, then showing them the rest of her body was somehow easier. She had a good figure and was pleased to see it so appreciated. She could see in their eyes how they appreciated her. It seemed it was just the idea of being stripped that repelled her and having overcome the shame of it then she started to become used to the idea. She had become part of the game and found her interest in the turn of the cards become as intense as theirs. Sooner or later she would be forced to reveal more and more of her body and everyone had now come to accept the fact. It was now easier to do. She could not help but feel the erotic atmosphere that had started to pervade the room after she removed her bra. It had been a white lace bra, and her lover's removal of it and his handing it over to that stranger had been a kind of deflowering of innocence. Yet she certainly wasn't an innocent and she knew only too well the feelings of excitement that stirred in her groin as she sat and watched her fate on the card table.

When Matthew lost again he removed her skirt. As she stood there with Matthew kneeling in front of her, she raised her arms above her head and leaned slightly backwards. This made her breasts jut out more and emphasised her slimness. As Matt handed over her skirt she felt her cheeks burn. Everyone stared at her white knickers and saw the stain on them from her excitement. If they hadn't realised before then, they certainly could not miss her arousal now. If only she hadn't worn white maybe it would have been less obvious. She sat quickly down. Max, however, asked her very charmingly if she could bring him a drink from the bar. She looked at her lover, she didn't want to have to get up. Matthew, however, just nodded and she had to go. She felt the eyes of all these men on her ass covered in the thin white material stretched tight across her cheeks. When she turned to return they all watched the white little triangle between her legs and the shadow of her dark pubic mound compressed and caressed against the white material. Max thanked her as she stood next to him offering him his drink. Her pubis was just inches away from his face and he caught the musky smell of her arousal. He took his time to accept the drink and looked long and hard at her mound encased in her panties right next to his face. She stood motionless, ready for inspection. Transfixed by his stare as if it made her immobile. She could not move unless he allowed her. At last she was back at her seat and the game could resume.


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Hello everyone. This is part one of their story. Because I plan to add to their 'adventures,' I have worked hard to create their personalities and give you insight into the characters. It takes a while to build, but I hope I've made it worth the read by the time you finish chapter one. 

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May life leave you Breathless...

.....

Adena tried to open her eyes, but she just felt so tired. The eyelids were so heavy. What had happened? She tried to think back, but it was a blur. She was at Calypso's last she remembered, and had just finished her set. She remembered her throat had been dry from singing, so she went to the bar to get her usual lemon water.

Forcing her eyes open, she was frustrated that she still could see nothing. She rolled over and felt around. Everything was soft. Like cushions or pillows. Crawling on her hands and knees, she searched until she bumped into a wall. It was soft as well. Feeling around as she stood up, her fear began to rise as she realized that she was in some kind of padded room. She walked slowly, feeling around, stumbling, finding nothing but the softness of the padding.

"Hello? Someone there? Hello! Where am I?"

There was no answer and Adena's panic grew as she found a corner and slowly sank into it.

'What happened? How did I get here? Who is doing this?'

Her mind was flooded with questions.

Adena jumped when a song began to play. It brought terror to her mind as she finally realized who was responsible for this. It was Logan. He had called this one 'their' song. She cried as she listened to her own voice, wondering what he had in store for her now. ...

Logan first saw Adena exactly eight months and twelve days ago, when he had pulled into Calypso's for a quick drink. She was up on the stage, singing. She was an angel. His angel. She almost glowed, she looked so pure up there. She was all in white, her auburn hair falling in ringlets around her face and cascading down her back. Her emerald green eyes shone against her porcelain skin. She literally took his breath away.

He changed his whole schedule to be able to come and watch her. She was always so happy, smiling and chatting with the customers and making everyone love her even more. Of course, she always smiled at him the most. He knew she had noticed him that first night as well. When she came to the bar to get some water between acts, she had stood right next to him. She smiled, making his heart race. She even extended her hand to him, introducing herself.

"Hi! I'm Adena. I hope you are enjoying the show."

He had eagerly taken her hand in his and nodded, not willing to take his gaze from her eyes.

"I'm Logan. And, you are an angel."

He remembered how she had blushed and even giggled a bit at the compliment, acting as if she was unaware of her beauty and gifts.

It took him a while to woo her, but eventually she couldn't ignore the love that she felt for him and she agreed to a date. He had known her for 42 days then. 

An evening of dining and dancing had been cut short by a call from a friend in need. But, Logan had understood. He was going to have her for the rest of her life. Of course she should go and help her friend. It was a quality that he adored about her. She had given him a quick kiss on the cheek as a goodbye before leaving. Logan knew it was only on the cheek because she was so chaste. He was sure she was still a virgin, though he would never bring up the topic to her. He wouldn't want to embarrass his angel like that. Besides, there was a small bit of him that knew she had been saving herself for him. For when she met the man she would spend the rest of her life with. ...

Adena awoke to the sound of her voice still playing softly. But there was a bit of light in the room now. She struggled to focus as she realized she was no longer alone.

"Hello my Angel."

"Logan. Why? Why are you..."

But he was by her side, holding her, cuddling her, putting his finger to her soft lips.

"Because you were confused. You know we are meant to be together. And we will be. From now on. You listened to what those people had to say instead of listening to your heart. But, I forgive you. I love you, my Angel. And I know that you love me, too. I just have to help you remember."

Tears began to run down Adena's face as she listened to him. How had she been so blind? She had loved his attention at first. He was a steady fan that was always at her performances. He respected her, never trying to cop a feel or grope her. He treated her like a princess. No, like a queen. When he referred to her as 'his Angel' it creeped her out a bit, but she would put up with that.

Logan wasn't bad on the eyes, either. She had seen cuter, but his endearing quality of almost worshiping her had made him adorable. Dark brown eyes and sandy blond hair. A dimple on his cheek made him almost look like a little boy. He was taller than her, and she was tall. Five feet ten inches. And she almost always wore heels. She figured he had to be at least 6'2".

He had begged her to go on a date with him and she had finally agreed, but set it up for a friend to call half way through. She had a policy of not dating fans, but she just didn't have the heart to keep saying no.

Now, trapped in this room, with his arms around her, she felt like she was going to be sick.

"Logan, they are going to miss me. They will come looking for me. I don't want you to be in trouble. So, let's just leave here, ok? We can go to Calypso's...."

Pulling her to him, Logan covered her mouth with his own, enjoying how she pretended to struggle against him. Of course she would. They had never kissed before. He wondered for a moment if she had ever kissed anyone. She was probably saving all of her firsts for him.

Wanting to introduce her to kissing and all of its joys, he pushed her back on the floor and began to probe her lips with his tongue, pushing past to her closed teeth.

"Angel, you have to open your mouth. I know this is new for you, but I'll help you to learn."

"No," was all she got out before his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. He held her hands against the padded floor, pressing his body into hers so that she couldn't move from his embrace.

He felt almost light headed as he finally kissed his Angel. His love. His soon to be lover. His tongue caressed hers, exploring her mouth and savoring her flavor. Logan felt himself beginning to grow hard in response to her kisses and he knew that he had to control his urges. She was too innocent to take right now. She had to be reminded of their love so that she would give herself to him freely. He would have to show her, teach her, train her to be his wife and lover.

He allowed himself a few more minutes of ecstasy as he kissed her deeply, enjoying how she moaned against his touch. She still pretended to fight their embrace, but he knew that, once she realized that he would never let her go, that she was his one true love, she would welcome his love and his teaching.

His penis was struggling against his pants now, begging for attention. He moved himself against her body, moaning at how wonderful she felt. He wanted her so badly.

Forcing himself to stop, he pulled back from her.

"I know this is all new to you, so I won't request that we do more tonight. After all, we have really only been on one date. And I know that nice girls like you don't do the things that lovers do on only a second date."

He leaned down and kissed her once more, his hands still holding her arms in place.

"Tomorrow can be our third date. We will be able to teach you more things then."

Adena watched as Logan left and she was finally able to move again. 

'Teach me things?' she wondered, the idea making her feel uneasy. She heard the music start again and she sank back down in the corner. She didn't stay there, long, however. Logan returned and walked to her, pulling her hands behind her. In a matter of seconds, he had her shackled. 

She felt the soft velvet around her wrists and panic began to rise up in her again.

"Open your mouth, Angel."

She shook her head no.

"Please, don't make me force you. I want to take you to the restroom and allow you to shower and clean yourself. I want to show you I love you. Now, please, open your mouth."

Adena looked up into his eyes. Tears formed in hers.

"Please Logan. Please just let me..."

But she quickly closed her mouth as he brought a ball gag up to her face.

"Open up, Angel."

When she refused, he held her nose, making her gasp for breath. It was enough and he quickly pushed her mouth open enough to get the gag inside.

"Now, see, that isn't so bad," he said, tightening the straps. "I know you might be confused right now and I don't want you to try to scream when I take you upstairs. It is only for a little while."

He took her up to a bathroom that had no windows. It was deep inside the house. She knew that no one would hear her scream even if she could.

She was surprised, however, when the gag was removed once they were secure in the bathroom and he had the door locked. 

"See, my Angel," he said softly, touching the red place on her face left by the straps. "I don't want to hurt you. Not ever. I only need to use these tools until you have learned to trust me and love me again. I know you do. You just have to listen to your heart again."

Logan leaned forward and kissed her softly on the red mark, then turned her around, undoing the shackles. Turning her to face him again, he held them up, a smile on his face.

"I tried to find something as soft and delicate as you, my Angel. They didn't have anything so accommodating in the gag department." He leaned down and kissed the pink spot once more. It was already almost gone. 

"You'll see new clothes for you here. And towels. I should have everything you need. I'll be back in 20 minutes, so be ready."

He smiled at her, his adoration obvious, then turned and walked out the door, taking the gag and shackles with him. Adena heard the door lock and she sat down on the commode, fighting tears. How did this happen?

Realizing she was on a time limit, she quickly undressed and showered, thankful for at least something positive. She used the restroom and put on the clothes that he had provided for her. The dress was almost modest. Much less revealing than what she wore on stage to perform in. The only thing that even hinted at sexuality was the fact that it was very tight across her chest and dipped low in the back. 

True to his word, Logan was back fairly quickly. Adena assumed it had been twenty minutes.

"Stunning," he whispered to her as he slipped in the door, his 'toys' with him. "I am always amazed by your beauty, my Angel."

He held the shackles up for her.

"Please?" 

Adena held her hands out in front of her.

"No, my Angel, you aren't ready for that yet. Please, turn around."

She wanted to fight him, but decided it would do no good yet.

When Logan held up the ball gag, however she began to shake her head.

"Please, no. That hurts. I won't yell. I promise. Please?"

"No, my Angel. We must work up to that. Open up, make it easy on yourself."

When Adena refused, Logan sighed, bringing his hand to her nose once more.

Adena held her breath as long as she could, and then finally only opened her lips, trying to keep her teeth clamped. 

Logan brought his hand over her mouth, cutting off her air. Adena struggled a few seconds more, but then gave way when she felt that her lungs would burst if she didn't get air.

As soon as her mouth was open the gag was returned. 

Tears trailed down her face and Logan paused, looking at her with concern.

"My Angel, my sweet Angel. I'm so sorry. Next time, please just do as I say. I know what is best for you right now."

With his finger, he wiped the tear from her face and then leaned down, kissing her cheek softly.

Leading her back down to her room, Adena was surprised when he opened the door and she could smell food. It smelled delicious and she realized just how hungry she was.

Just as before, as soon as the door was shut and locked, the key securely put away, Logan released the gag from her and then the shackles.

"It is time for our evening meal together before you go to sleep."

Pulling the chair out for her, Logan waited for Adena to move to him. She approached cautiously, looking over the meal. No knives. Nothing that looked hot. Nothing she could use as a weapon against him. She sat down and felt him lift the seat slightly to move it back to the table. There was no way that it would slide on all the padding.

Logan walked to the other side and sat down. Serving them both, he took a bite first, then looked at her.

"See, I'm eating. Nothing wrong with the food. Not very hot, I'm afraid, but you can taste my cooking another day. Tonight is just to nourish you and allow you to rest. We have a big day planned for tomorrow."

Adena took a small bite, allowing the food to coat her tongue and swish around in her mouth before finally swallowing.

Logan watched her mouth move, focusing on the way her tongue ran along the insides of her cheeks and then across her lips. His penis began to beg for attention again. 'Soon,' he chided himself. He must not move too quickly.

The meal passed quickly, with Adena eventually eating all that was offered. If she was going to have a way out, she had to be strong enough to take it. Not eating would help nothing.

Logan made small talk as they ate, lavishing compliments on her and hoping to put Adena at ease. He had to remind himself that this was new to her.

When they finished, he shackled her once more, then opened the door and sat the table and chairs out side of the door. She thought about trying to make a run for it, but there was never a clear opening.

Logan turned to Adena and walked to her, embracing her. He kissed her softly, enjoying the smell of her hair and the suppleness of her body. He throbbed with desire for her, and he was sure that she could feel it as he pressed her body to his.

"Kiss me deeply once more, my Angel, before I must leave you for the evening. Give us something to sustain us until the morning, when we can have our third date."

Adena looked at him, questions in her eyes. She was afraid to speak, not wanting to open her mouth to his. Logan attempted to kiss her deeply, but didn't force the issue when she didn't respond. It broke his heart, but he said nothing. The hurt was obvious and his large chocolate brown eyes looked as if he could actually cry.

'Don't you try to make me feel sorry for you,' Adena thought, looking at him, trying to understand it all. At least he didn't force another kiss. She wanted him and his raging dick off of her.

The night passed slowly for both of them. Adena lie awake, wondering what he would expect on a third date and why it would be so special. Logan, meanwhile, worked to prepare for their date the following day. He would surprise her and make her remember that she loved him and wanted to be together always. Finally, exhausted, each tumbled into sleep in their own parts of the house.

Logan woke early the next morning, despite the little bit of sleep. He was too excited about their date and his plans to sleep for long.

Sneaking down to her room, Logan checked on her and found that she was still sleeping. Pleased, he crept back upstairs and packed the picnic basket with breakfast foods and juice. He started the music playing softly in her room and grabbed the small bag with his laptop and a few training tools he thought he might need for their date.

When Logan opened the door again, Adena was awake. She looked up, seeming disoriented as she saw him come in.

"Good morning, my Angel. I have breakfast for you, but first, we must let you go freshen up. Please, come to me and prepare to go."

Adena shook her head no.

"Logan, this can't go on. They are looking for me. You haven't done anything yet that they will lock you up for. I'll tell them that I was just spending some time with you because you are my friend. We were going over some songs." Logan said nothing, but held the shackles with the red velvet trim out to her.

"No, Logan, I won't."

He didn't move.

"Please?" she asked, looking up at him. "Just let me go."

Logan smiled down at her, pleased that she had such a strong spirit. It was one of the things he loved about her. 

"Adena, my Angel, you surely need to go to the restroom and I'm sure a shower sounds good. Please, we have our date to get to. Don't make this difficult."

Her head dropping, Adena sighed. There was no talking to him. And, she did need to go. She turned and put her back to him, her hands behind her.

"No, my Angel. Now you are ready," he said, turning her back around and putting her hands in front of her. Carefully, lovingly, he placed the shackles on her wrists, then brought her hands to his lips, kissing and caressing her fingers.

"You are so lovely. And soon, we will share so much more."

Alarms sounded in Adena's mind. She didn't want to share anything with him.

He held up the gag.

"But, you just said that I was ready. Please. Not that."

"You are ready for some things, but not all. We can play this out again, or we can do it quickly."

She nodded and opened her mouth to his gag. Kissing her softly on the cheek, he smiled and then tightened the straps once more.

Her trip above to the rest of the house went as before, with him giving her some time alone to use the restroom and shower and brush her teeth. Today he has supplied her with a sundress and very lacy panties. 

Once she was back below, he removed the gag and shackles and smiled at her, looking like a child awaiting Christmas morning. 

"I have a movie for us to watch after we have breakfast," he said, leading her to the small picnic blanket and food displayed.

She sat down slowly, and looked at the laptop. If she could get to it, perhaps she could email someone....

"The laptop is an old one that I altered a bit. It is perfect for watching a DVD, but not much more."

His eyes studied her face and she felt like he had been listening to her thoughts. She shuddered. "This is our third date. I don't know how much experience you have, but usually if you agree to go on a third date, then that means you really like the person. That is when you move past just kissing and holding hands. You begin to explore to see if you are compatible in other ways, too."

He smiled as he handed her a small container of juice and then sat one in front of himself.

"I have fruit for us. Fruit is fun to eat, as well as to play with. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Adena looked up at him and quickly shook her head no. She didn't want to hear more. She didn't want him to tell her whatever sick plans he had. She wanted to escape, if not literally then at least figuratively.

"The movie?" she inquired, drinking the juice and taking a bite of a pastry, avoiding the fruit.

Logan grinned, excited that she was beginning to come around.

"Yes! The movie. I had thought I would wait until we were finished eating, but perhaps it would be good to begin."

Setting the DVD, Logan leaned back so that he could watch Adena as he watched the movie. It was one that he had researched and felt that would have the most information for Adena to learn from.

She had barely taken a few bites of the sweet roll when the movie began. Adena paused and looked over to Logan. He was smiling at her and nodding.

"We will learn today. I will teach you."




Committed



The title played across the screen and Adena put her breakfast down.

"Logan, what are you doing?"

He smiled at her.

"Helping you, my Angel. Teaching you so that we may express our love for one another completely. Don't worry. We will take our time and help you to progress as slowly as you need. And, of course, I will be working to please you as well."

His face actually blushed slightly and the dimple on his cheek winked. It was amazing that a man that had started 'Deep Throat' on the DVD could look like a cherub. 

"I don't want to learn this," she said, purposefully avoiding the screen and trying to ignore the moans and sounds already coming from the laptop.

Logan moved to her, then, embracing her.

"I know it seems foreign, but it is really a wonderful thing for two people in love to share. It is something that I want us to enjoy together."

Adena was shaking her head no, oblivious to his movements. Suddenly she felt the velvet against her wrists and she tried to pull away, but it was too late.

"Shh...my Angel. I know it may seem scary at first. But, I'll go slowly. I'll even help to prepare you. To get you in the mood."

With her hands bound behind her, she could do little as he slowly lifted the sundress up over her head and bunched it behind her.

He had supplied no bra, so her full breasts hung freely, the nipples slightly puckered from the friction of the dress being drug slowly over them.

"Please don't do this," she said as she turned her head away from his. He didn't even notice as his gaze fixed on the amazing beauty in front of him. His Angel. His breasts. They were his to enjoy and love and pleasure.

The tip of his tongue touched her nipple and he withdrew it, almost as if it were on fire. He was so excited. He had dreamed of this moment for so long. Slowly his tongue snaked out again, flicking the tip once more. He laughed and then tried to look up into her eyes. However, she was looking away. His face clouded for only a moment before deciding that the quicker she was taught, the quicker she would enjoy his affection and eagerly return it.

Slowly his mouth opened, taking the full nipple and part of her breast into his mouth. He suckled on her, running his tongue across her nipple and worshipping it with his mouth. Logan moved to her other breast and began the worship service again, enjoying the feel of her puckered nipple in his mouth. Her breasts filled his mouth and hand, overflowing both. He gently rubbed one nipple with his thumb while he flicked the other with his tongue.

Adena wanted to pull away, but there was no where to go. And, the way he touched her, with such reverence, made it even worse. If he were mean or hurting her, she could at least despise him. But, she knew in his twisted mind, he was pleasuring her.

"Please, stop. I can't take anymore," she lied, hoping that would make him stop.

Logan kissed the nipple and then pulled back, happy with himself and eager for some satisfaction of his own.

He stood and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Adena's eyes got bigger as he then pulled down the briefs, his cock springing free and standing at attention.

"Now, my Angel, it is your turn."

"No," she said, trying to scoot back away from him.

"Don't be afraid, my Angel. You will like this."

He moved towards her again and she backed up farther. Unfortunately, she was now against the wall.

Caressing her face for a moment with his hand, he stood and pushed his pelvis towards her mouth. "Open up now, Angel."

Pressing her lips together, she tried to shake her head free from his grasp.

"Don't fight it. This is much easier on you than it could be. There are many ways to learn. Please. Let us learn the easy way now."

Adena's eyes grew wide, but her mouth stayed closed. She again tried to move her head away.

With his cock in hand, Logan leaned forward, the head touching her lips.

"Come on, Angel. Come on, Baby. Just lick it. Open up a bit and lick it for me."

Logan was becoming frustrated that she was being so selfish. He had just given her pleasure -- pleasure to the point that she had begged him to stop because she could take no more. He knew that she was not a selfish lover. He reminded himself, he was the teacher, and she was the student. It would take time.

Holding her head with both hands, he pushed the head of his cock against her lips again. Again he met with resistance.

"Please, Adena, my Angel. We are going to learn how to do this. It can be easy or not."

Afraid to open her mouth, she held back all the curses and abuses she wanted to scream at him. Instead, she continued to squirm, trying to get away.

Logan moaned as he rubbed the head back and forth on her lips. He longed for her to open herself up to him, to show that she was ready to learn and to love him.

"Open you mouth, just a bit. I'll slide in nice and slow. Taste it. You have me so excited; I already have a bit ready for you. Lick me. Lick your lips. Show me you are ready to learn."

Adena's mouth stayed clenched tight and she looked up at him, her emerald eyes defying him. She would not do as he wanted.

"Fine, my Angel. We will learn your way."

Logan let go of her head and moved away, back to the bag he had brought in with him. Reaching in, he got a ring gag and approached Adena.

"No! Don't use that! No, please, Logan! Please! Ok, I'll do it. But not that, please." Her eyes became wild with fear. She had seen pornos where women used those things and it had always been something that scared her. To have her mouth held open and used at someone else's will, with no control. She was truly terrified as she thought about it.

"Really, Logan. You are right. I want to learn. Please, show me the easy way. I'm ready to learn the easy way, ok?" She smiled up at him, flirting even. She licked her lips. "See? I want to be a good student. I'll learn now."

Logan shook his head, his dark brown eyes full of sorrow. He knew she was just teasing him, trying to get her way. She wasn't really worried about becoming a good student.

"It is too late. I begged you, but you did not listen. So, we will learn another way. Please open your mouth."

Clamping down with all the force she could muster, Adena did everything possible to hold her breath as they went through the ritual once more. She refused, he held her nose, she tried to breath through her mouth, he blocked the air that way, too. In the end, she gave up, needing air as her chest ached from no oxygen and she began to feel light headed.

The ring was shoved in place, pinching the corners of her mouth. Logan pulled the strap tight, much tighter than the other gag had ever been.

Adena tried to speak, but of course only mumbled some sounds that Logan could not understand. Smiling at her, he stroked his cock a few times, preparing it for her.

Looking around the room, Adena tried to figure a way out. How could she stop this?

Moving against the walls, she tried to put distance between her and Logan. With her hands bound behind her, moving was difficult at best. The padding made it almost impossible to get good traction.

"I'm ready for you now, Angel."

Logan walked to her, his cock in his hand still. He looked at the full, beautiful lips waiting for him and shuddered, more pre-cum pooling at his tip. Another fantasy was about to be fulfilled.

Putting his cock just outside the ring, he looked down at her, gazing first at her eyes, then her lips again.

"Now, lick it for me, Angel. Get me ready. Show me you want me."

Adena did nothing.

"Angel, you are making this much harder than it has to be. Please don't make me go back to the bag."

Fearing what else he might pull out, her pink tongue slowly emerged. He pushed the head of his cock against it and then shuddered. More pre-cum oozed out.

"Yes, my Angel. That's it. Lick the head."

He watched her tongue and felt weak-kneed as he felt her lick and flick all across his head. 

"Ok, Angel, I'm moving in further now. It will be ok."

She tried to shake her head, but his hands quickly came down, holding her on either side.

Slowly he moved in sliding past the ring. He fought cumming almost immediately when he felt her hot, wet mouth. He wanted to train her well. His own pleasure would have to take second priority.

Straining, he slowly pulled out again.

"This time, when I slide in, use your tongue to lick like before. Lick it and explore the head. Lick on the shaft and try to suck on it. I know it must be difficult, with the ring in place, but do your best."

Adena did as she was told, tasting his pre-cum and feeling him jump and shudder at her touch. His breathing had grown more erratic and she could tell he was straining not to cum.

The ring was hurting her mouth and she just wanted the whole experience to be finished. Deciding that she had no other choice, her new goal became to make him come quickly so that it would be over. 

Adena's tongue attacked him like a small child trying to eat an ice cream before it was melted. The pink muscle swirled and licked the head as far as she could reach. It was more than Logan could have hoped for and his hips began to shake from the desire to thrust.

She felt around his dick with her tongue running along the exposed head and then fondling the shaft as best she could. 

"Oh, Angel," moaned Logan. "Yes, I knew you were a good student. I knew you would learn quickly. Yes..."

He slowly pulled out a bit, then thrust deeper into her mouth, still not forcing himself in all the way. Logan loved her and wanted her to enjoy this special moment. She finally understood that she needed to pleasure him, too. And he was so thankful.

Taking one hand from her head, he began to caress her nipple again, rolling the beautiful bit of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger. The other hand moved to the back of her head, making sure that she stayed where he needed her to be.

Adena moaned a bit as he pushed in further, exciting Logan even more. Her tongue worked steadily, wanting him to cum so that he would take the ring from her mouth. Anything to release her from the ring....

"My Angel, I love you. You are so good at this. So talented. If I didn't know this was your first experience, I would think you had done this many times before. Your tongue is so perfect. You are so perfect."

He moaned as he fought to cum and pulled out from the ring a bit, trying to escape the pleasurable overload she was providing.

Unwilling to let him extend the torture any longer, Adena chased him with her tongue, snaking it out of the hole and trying to reach his cock. Logan looked down and shivered at the sight. The tip of the pink tongue was begging for him. It searched until he moved forward and then it quickly began tracing around his head once more.

"Angel, I'm coming back in. I want to please you. I see that you are enjoying yourself now." He grinned down to her. "Weren't even willing to be without my... without me... for a moment, were you?" 

He slowly pushed further in, feeling her warm, wet mouth embrace him once more. Looking down at his hands on her nipple and head, Logan knew this was Heaven. He was finally with his Angel.

The realization, along with Adena's talented tongue, soon pushed him past the point of no return.

"Yes," he said, forgetting to be gentle now, and releasing her nipple to put both hands on her head and thrust as deeply into her as he could.

Adena began to gag as her throat was assaulted over and over, his cock reaching deeper than she was accustomed. Logan was heated even further by the sounds of her enjoying his dick.

"Yes, Angel, yes..."

His hips were pushing full force against her now, Adena's nose buried deep into his pubic hair with each thrust. His balls bumped against her chin and then she could feel them sway against her as he held her head against his hips, swiveling his dick deep within her mouth. Rotating his hips right and then left, he left no part of her mouth untouched. He wanted to enjoy every moment.

Adena was beginning to panic as he held her so tightly. She could barely get air and she tried to breath around his dick. Gurgling sounds came from her throat as a mixture of saliva and pre cum dripped from her lips.

Thrusting in again, Logan felt his balls tighten and the exquisite rush as cum began its final journey from his body. With both of his hands holding Adena's head tightly against him, Logan began to shake with the intensity of his climax. He yelled out as cum shot deep down Adena's throat and she struggled for breath. His hips continued to push against her as wad after wad coated the back of her throat. She finally was able to swallow enough to get a bit of air. Logan held her against him another few seconds, unwilling to leave her warm, moist mouth.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out of Heaven and looked down at his Angel. She was a vision. He wiped at the tears that had started down her face. He hadn't noticed that she was crying. Bending down, he embraced her, holding her close.

"My Angel. My wonderful Angel. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. You were so good. A perfect student."

Adena wanted to recoil from his touches, but she wanted the ring out of her mouth even more. So, she allowed him to hold her, hoping that would mean they were finished.

He moved her head up, so that she was looking in his eyes.

"Of course, I wouldn't forget you," he said, kissing her cheek, and then laying her back and slipping her panties off. 

"My beautiful Angel," he said, as he spread her legs and began to lick and nibble at her clit. Now he would prove to her that he could give her the kind of pleasure she would never find anywhere else.

Adena struggled against him, trying to push her legs together and wishing he would remove the gag.

Her pleas for him to stop were lost. Without being able to form any real words, it was little more than moans and gurgles.

Her moaning fired Logan's excitement. He couldn't believe he was actually licking her amazing clit, sucking on her and feeling her writhe under him in ecstasy. Just as he had worshiped her nipples, he now set about making love to her beautiful pussy with his mouth and tongue.

"That feel good, my Angel?" he whispered up to her as he paused to look at her wet lips, glistening up at him.

More sounds came from Adena and she lifted her hips, trying to get her feet under her to move away. Logan, however, saw it as an invitation.

"I see, my Angel. You weren't ready for me to stop. Well, I won't. Not until you're dripping wet and you've cum many times for me."

Adena tried moved again, but it did no good. Lifting her bottom up slightly, Logan put both hands under her and pulled her back up and into his mouth. He was surprised that she was not wetter after the joy she had just given him, but then again, sometimes fear of the unknown could hinder sexual juices. She would learn. It would all be ok.

Wanting to please her, Logan doubled his efforts, squeezing her cheeks with his hands; he nuzzled and moaned into her pussy.

'Think of anything else,' Adena repeated to herself. She would not cum. She would not give him the satisfaction. She thought of revenge, she thought of escape, she thought of biting off that dick so it could never come near her again.

Both were determined to achieve their goals. His -- to pleasure and satisfy her completely and hers -- to avoid sexual satisfaction at any cost -- were at odds. Each had to think of new ways to achieve the goal; each had to focus completely on the task. Slowly, with each lick of his tongue and squeeze of his hand and gentle probe of his finger, Logan began to win.

He lifted her up higher, admiring her beautiful bottom and the puckered pink, fleshy hole that winked up at him. It beckoned him to taste her and explore.

Cautiously, he touched the tip of his tongue to that amazing bit of pink flesh. Adena jumped and moaned, not expecting it. Logan grinned, thankful for a response.

Spreading the cheeks a bit more, he ran his tongue up and down the crevice, enjoying her squirming in his arms. Gathering some spit in his mouth, he let it drop onto the pink puckered skin and smeared it round and round with his tongue. She moaned again and tried to move from his grip.

Adena was furious with herself. How could her body betray her? She had been strong for a while, but now...Oohhhhh...his tongue.... 

'Stop,' she thought, willing her body to ignore him. Instead, it began to ignore her wishes and responded to Logan's skillful tongue.

Moving back up to her sweet pussy, he trailed his tongue along each lip as his fingers continued to play with and stimulate her bum.

Her need to escape his touch increased as Adena tried to not give in. It was a battle that she knew was lost, however, as his tongue snaked inside of her, licking and exploring. She moaned and then her hips began to thrust upward as she came, her pussy making wet slurping sounds as he continued to worship her cunt.

Adena's eyes were closed and she felt her body begin to tighten again in preparation for another climax when his tongue suddenly stopped. His fingers continued to slide slowly in and out of her bum, gradually going in further and further. She felt Logan moving and looked up to see his fully erect cock coming at her once more. 

He was now positioned over her so that he could pleasure her while she pleasured him.

"This is called '69' my sweet Angel. It is a way for us to cum together without me taking your virginity."

And then he was sliding his cock in her mouth once more, with no other warning. No gentle request to lick him this time. No, he was already deep inside her, pushing through the open ring to rub against the back of her throat.

His mouth returned to her clit and she shuddered at his touch. She was still so very sensitive from the recent climax and the stimulation in her ass. His fingers steadily pumped inside her and she hated herself for being so weak. 

Logan began thrusting his hips deeply into her mouth, knowing that it would take longer to cum this time. Attacking her clit with no mercy, he licked it and nibbled, sucking the hard nub into his mouth and enjoying the feel of her body reacting underneath him. His hips continued to thrust into her mouth and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her bottom up to him more. It had tasted so good and he knew she liked it.

The moment that his tongue began licking her ass, Adena felt her next climax building. Her hips struggled to get closer to him so that he could use that talented tongue completely. Her own tongue was licking his shaft as she fought to get another breath. His balls lying on her nose and her mouth full of his cock, there was little Adena could do with her hands tied behind her.

The need for air was forgotten, however, as she came again, his tongue sliding in and out of her bum and his fingers working her clit, rubbing the nub furiously. She screamed, though the sound was muffled. It did not go unnoticed, however, as the vibrations from her screams traveled up and down his cock. 

"Yes, my Angel!" he grunted as he came, his cum skirting deep down her throat once more. He thrust several times, forcefully pushing his cock as deep as it would go, his body quivering against her.

Adena's head was pushed firmly into the padding, struggling to swallow his cum again, until Logan rolled them over, pulling her on top of him. With her now almost sitting on his face, he contentedly lapped at her juices as they ran onto his cheeks. He smiled as he heard Adena inhale deeply and slowly lift her head up and off his cock. He was spent and enjoyed her moans as she laid her head on his thigh. 

'Tomorrow,' he thought as he hugged her close to him, enjoying her shivers as his lips sucked on hers, 'tomorrow I'll be able to teach you even more.' 



Committed: But Not In a Good Way



All characters are 18+



It is surprising what you miss after it's gone. I never thought that I could live without being able to watch television, but I am doing just fine. I guess that the real problem is freedom. I took it for granted for so long, and now that I am without it, it really irks me. Choosing what to eat was a totally mundane chore out in the world, but even this has been taken from me. Now I eat what they put on my tray, because if I don't, there will be no more food until the next meal.

I suppose that I should back up a minute, and explain a few things. My name is Nicolas Pace. I'm twenty-seven years old, and I'm married. My wife of three years and I have no children. This is not where the story begins, though. Three days ago I went on a drinking binge, and became so depressed that I tried to end my own life by overdosing on pills. I was feeling shitty about life in general, and about my life in particular after drinking my way through most of a fifth of Jack Daniels, when I downed whatever was left in my wife's Vicodin bottle. She had just had the script refilled a few days before, so I took a lot. I remember washing them down with the last inch of smooth Kentucky bourbon. 

I lay down on the couch, and decided to rest until my suffering was all over and done with. I remember feeling blissful. I was smashed out of my gourd, and the pills started making me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I wasn't at all worried about any of that heaven and hell bullshit. I would leave that to all those religious types. My struggles were over, and I would set my body aside. If there was an afterlife, then great; if not, then that was awesome too. "Fuck it all," was my last thought, as I fell into the deep abyss.

I found no answers about the afterlife. I fell into a comatose state. My wife came in shortly after I lay down, and tried to wake me. She couldn't rouse me, and then she saw the empty pill bottle on the floor by the sofa; and she freaked the fuck out. She called 911 and within a few minutes the paramedics were at the door. Of course this information is all second hand from the ball and chain; she told me all of this in methodical detail so that I understood fully what an ordeal that I put her through. The paramedics immediately got me into the back of the ambulance, and started pumping my stomach. They intubated me, because my breathing was so shallow as to be almost non-existent. Meanwhile, I experienced the best sleep that I have had in years, free from all my problems, and knowing that I had finally laid all of my burdens down.

When I awoke, I was in the hospital, restrained to my bed. I had the worst hangover headache in history. After a couple of minutes of hollering, I got the attention of a nurse. She was a very nice, matronly lady that explained that I was a danger to myself, and that I couldn't be let out of the restraints except under the supervision of two orderlies. She said that it was after one o'clock in the morning, and that my wife had left for the night when visiting hours were over with. I thanked her, and she looked at me sideways.

"Mr. Pace, you haven't asked how you are doing. I would think that would be the big question on your mind. If the paramedics would have got to your house a couple of minutes later, you would have died."

"That was the general idea." The nurse frowned at my answer. I decided to try and be nice. There was no reason for me to be an asshole to her; she was just doing her job. "Just for laughs, how am I doing?"

"You were in a coma for the past two and a half days. Other than that, you seem to be ok. The doctors have run tests on your liver, and it seems that the extreme amount of alcohol combined with the high dosage of acetaminophen didn't permanently damage your liver. You were very lucky."

"Yeah, lucky me." She heard the sarcasm in my tone, and just decided to leave me be. She put the call button where my restrained hand could reach it, and offered to get me something mild for my headache.

The next morning my wife came and visited, but she said very little to me. She asked how I was feeling, and if I wanted her to get anything for me. After the doctors rounds they decided to release me, but not to go home. I was being committed for treatment, and observation. The doctor and my wife both said that this is exactly what I needed to "get better." I took the long ambulance ride to the Lone Pine Rehabilitation and Treatment Center, or as I call it: the Nuthouse.

The people were very nice, and very thorough. I was asked approximately three thousand questions; many of them two or three times. I stripped off my clothes, while a male staff member watched, then a male nurse gave me a rectal cavity check to make sure that I wasn't smuggling any drugs in my asshole. Now devoid of any shred of dignity, I was given a pair of bright red scrubs to wear.

I sat in the dayroom looking at my wife. She is a pretty enough lady, at least on the outside. She has shoulder length blonde hair, big beautiful blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a perfect mouth that was made for kissing. If her personality matched her looks, she would be great. I don't know how to say it exactly. She says the right things, and even does most of the stuff that a wife should do. The main problem is that her heart really isn't in it. I don't think, in her heart of hearts, that she loves me. I think she just loves the idea of me. She likes having a man around, she likes being Mrs. Pace, and she'll even dutifully have sex with me every couple of weeks, though only in missionary position. I too have played the game, even though I know that it is all a sham. I really don't even want to have sex with her anymore; I just do it to make her feel uncomfortable. Maybe I really am a bit of a bastard.

The dayroom is the place where we are allowed to visit with our families, and to have group activities, or we can just hang out there. The orderlies are always there, watching and waiting. She is the only visitor there, since visitors are usually only allowed on Tuesdays and Sundays. They let her visit today since it was my first day. I guess they thought that seeing a familiar face would help me adjust.

The dayroom had a vaulted ceiling, and was painted a cheery sky blue, with a mural of clouds parting to give a clear view of a big yellow sun. How fucking poetic. How fucking ironic. Most everyone here looked half out of it, or just plain miserable. There was a small group of people talking quietly in the corner that looked almost normal, maybe I would see if I could become friendly with them later. Being friendly probably will go a long way in getting me the fuck out of this place. I just have to tell these people what they want to hear, and play their game; and they'll let me free. Then I can go... well... I'm not really sure what will happen when I leave here; but there is one thing for sure, I don't want to stay here any longer than necessary.

My wife continued to look embarrassed, and seemed happy when I finally suggested that she should go. She promised to bring me a new pair of slippers, and a few books, and give them to the front desk tomorrow. She kissed me lightly with her bee stung lips, and then I was watching her walk away. Her absence made me feel relieved.

I looked across the room, and just on the outer edge of the semi-normal people was an absolutely stunning dark haired woman; and she was looking straight at me. She had dark hair, and huge dark eyes. She could maybe be Latina. Her hair was long, straight, and lush; despite the inadequacy of items necessary for women to make themselves up. She was genuinely naturally beautiful. 

I think I might have stared at her too long while checking her out, because she gave me a smile, and her eyes darted away from mine. I guess that is when I first realized that our eyes had been locked in a steady gaze. I felt awkward, but for some reason I felt compelled to go and talk to this woman. Before I knew that it was happening, I felt my legs walking across the room toward where she sat. Her draw was magnetic, and I had no defense against her charms.

"Hi, my name is Nick." When I was in front of her, the words just spilled out. This was a very strange feeling. Maybe it was some of the new meds that they were giving me. She gave me another perfect smile. I couldn't help but marvel at how straight and white that her teeth were. She extended her hand to me, and I shook it. Her grip was strong; almost like a man's hand shake.

"Hi, Nick. My name is Carmen. Pleased to meet you. Would you like to sit down?" She indicated the comfortable, but industrial styled chair next to hers. I sat down with a grace that I rarely feel around women. "So what are you in for?" She gave it an ironic inflection. Her voice did indeed have a very slight Hispanic accent.

"Well..." I started, and paused, wondering how much I should tell her. Her smile disarmed any reservations that I might have had. "I've been depressed lately, and the other day I was drunk, and took too many pills. The nurse at the hospital said that I was lucky to have survived; and here I am." 

"Well, I kind of figured that it was something like that," she pulled on her scrub top that, like mine, was bright red. "Suicide risks wear red, drug addiction patients wear blue, schizos wear green, and potentially violent patients wear purple. They are kept in another ward, though." It was the first time that I had really noticed what people were wearing. I figured that it was just random, but there was a whole system behind it.

"How about you, Carmen?" She raised her left arm, which was on the side opposite to me. I hadn't noticed the white bandage around her wrist. Between her huge brown eyes, and her smile, it was hard to notice anything else.

"I had a twin sister, Lucinda, and she died in a car accident a month ago. A drunk driver crossed into oncoming traffic, and she was hit head on, and killed instantly. I was so heartbroken. She and I had been inseparable all of our lives; we even shared an apartment together. It was like I was missing the other half of myself. I started drinking a lot, to take away the loneliness and pain. I guess I was drunk, and stupid, and I decided to join her wherever she is now. I slit my wrist with a knife from the kitchen. There was so much blood. Right after I did it I realized that it had been a mistake, and I called 911. I tried to stop the bleeding, and managed to keep pressure on it until the paramedics came. The E.R. doctor stitched me up, and shipped me here."

"Yeah, that sounds familiar. It wasn't my idea to come here either." She rested her unbandaged right hand on my arm. The touch sent shivers up my spine. It was like I caught a chill all of a sudden.

"You felt that too?" She said this with a genuine look of bewilderment. I nodded, and she rewarded me with another smile. I think this place can help you, Nick. I've been here for a week, and talking to the therapist has really helped me work out some things."

"I'm not really sure what I have to work out." I felt her grip tighten on my arm. It was a simple gesture but it was very intimate, and heartwarming.

"So why were you so depressed?" I thought about my answer before I said it. I really thought about what had brought me to this point in my life.

"I guess life just didn't turn out like I wanted it to. I was told that I should go to school, get good grades, get a good job, and marry a nice girl, and have a family. But after working two jobs to put myself through college to get my engineering degree, I feel unfulfilled. I was a good engineer, so they made me lead on projects after only being there for a few months. My co-workers resented me for being a rising star. I was offered a managerial position in the firm, so now I am a desk jockey who pushes paper, and tries to squeeze every ounce of productivity out of employees who hate me. I hate the corporate ladder climbing bullshit."

"You also mentioned marrying a nice girl and having a family. Was that pretty blonde woman that visited you Mrs. Nick?" It was my turn to smile. With that smile came a sigh.

"Yeah, that was my wife, Emily. We have no children. We went to a fertility specialist, and her conclusion is that she has endometriosis, and will probably never be able to conceive a child on her own. Our marriage was kind of rocky before, but this news seems to have made her totally withdraw from me. She seems to like being Mrs. Emily Pace. She enjoys the fancy cars, and the big house that she uses to entertain her book club; but the truth is that there is no fire between us anymore. It is like we are roommates. We share a house, and a bed, but whatever we once had is gone. That makes me very sad, but it is the truth."

"Wow," Carmen said. Her big brown eyes seemed to genuinely express sorrow for my situation. "Did she ever want to try a surrogate?" 

"I suggested it, but she flatly refused. She said that any baby that wasn't carried inside of her body would never truly be hers." Her hand slid down my forearm, and into my hand. I held to her hand like it was a lifeline.

"I realize that I have only known you for maybe ten minutes, and maybe this is none of my business, but I want to give you some advice." I had sensed a 'but' coming in her sentence; however, I was curious what a fresh set of eyes would make of my problems. "My advice to you is that if you aren't happy in your current situation, then change your situation. You are a smart, handsome guy. I can tell that you are smart just by talking to you for a few minutes. If you don't like your job, look for another. Maybe you weren't meant to climb the corporate ladder. Maybe you were meant to teach, or be a software designer, or own your own business. There are a million ways to make a living in this world, and you shouldn't feel so strangled by your choices that it makes suicide seem like the only answer." She paused, but her words hit me so hard that I had nothing to say. For once in my life I was speechless.

"There is also a simple solution to your marital problems. If she doesn't make you happy, and you don't make her happy, just split up. Half of all marriages end in divorce; so you will just be in the losing half. It might cost you some of your stuff, and money that you've earned; but isn't that a small price to pay for a shot at a true and lasting love? You are young, handsome guy, and I'm sure that you won't have any trouble finding a good woman." Her hand slipped out of mine, and she ran it across my chest, feeling my tight pectorals under the red scrub shirt, and then her hand strayed down across my washboard abs. I shivered again at her touch, and her smile lit up her face like a million watt bulb. "In fact, I have half a mind to make a run at you myself. I bet I know exactly how to keep a big, strong man like you happy." 

Her hand rubbed my flat stomach through the thin cotton fabric, and I felt my cock begin to rise to full attention. She was truly a beautiful woman from across the room, but sitting here close up, and talking to her made me realize just how incredible that she really was. The problem with hospital scrubs is that they are a loose fitting, thin cotton garment. These pants did absolutely nothing to hide my growing erection. Nobody was paying us any mind, as we were kind of off to the side. I put my left foot on my knee, and kind of put my hands in my lap to try to disguise it from any prying eyes. Her hand was still rubbing up and down the ridges on my stomach when she spotted it. I saw her pretty brown eyes grow huge with amazement.

"You are a BIG man. Wow. How would you like some alone time; with just you and I?" With my outlook on life so shaken by this beautiful woman's keen insight; how could I say no?

"Yes, I would like that very much, Carmen." She laughed softly.

"I can plainly see that." Her eyes danced with amusement. "I will go talk to a friend of mine, and set things up. When you calm down enough where it doesn't look like you are smuggling a summer sausage in your pants, go down to your room, and I will meet you. What number is it?" I wondered how she would get down into the male corridor, but as swollen as my little head was at this minute, I didn't much care. 

"I'm in room five."

"That's perfect," she said. "When I see you go into your room, I will wait a few minutes, and then I will have my friend make the distraction." She stood up, and walked over to a mildly attractive bleached blonde on the other side of the room. I had to appreciate how her ass filled out the loose scrubs. Baby definitely had back. I was lost in the sway of her hips, and I realized that I would never lose this boner thinking about her ass and hips. I started trying to think of the most un-erotic image that I could picture. I closed my eyes, and imagined Rosie O'Donnell hula-hooping naked. Surprisingly, it worked in less than two minutes. I stood up, and walked as inconspicuously as I could to my room. I sat down on my bed, and left the door open. 

In less than five minutes, Carmen hurried into my room, and shut the door. Unfortunately there was no lock on it. As she walked toward my bed, she lifted the scrub top over her head, and tossed it casually on the linoleum. As I had thought, her skin was naturally a very light brown all over. Her light brown nipples stood proudly erect from breasts that had no need of a bra to keep them perky. They weren't large, but were just right for her frame. She wasted no time while undressing. Her pants and pale yellow panties went into a pile right next to the shirt. Her body was breathtaking in the harsh light streaming in through the thin window shades. Her stomach was flat, and she had beautiful legs and hips. Her pussy looked like it might have been trimmed a few weeks before, but now there was a short growth of black hair over it.

"So, what do you think?" She asked this question with some trepidation. It is hard to undress in front of a stranger in the full light of day; without any makeup, and with no beauty aids other than a shower and a hair brush.

"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on." I answered honestly, and without hesitation. I was treated to another smile, and then she hurried to the bed and pulled my shirt over my head.

"We need to be as fast, and as quiet as possible. We only have a short time until they check on the reason that this door is closed." I didn't think that fast would be a problem. I was already rock solid, and as excited as I have been about sex in years; shit, maybe ever. I nodded, and slipped my pants and boxers over my hips. She pushed me back on the bed, and straddled me.

"That is an impressive cock that you have there, Nick." She stroked it up and down with her hand, and I felt the slickness of precum on her palm. "It is both long, and thick. God sure put you together right." She grabbed the base of my cock with one hand, and slid me through her slippery wet lips several times to lubricate me. She was very excited. I could even see where her thighs were wet. She placed my head at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly shifted her weight down onto it. 

She was very tight, and she made some of the sexiest moans that I had ever heard as she began to move up and down, trying to work more of my pole into her sweet little cunny. It took almost two minutes until I was in as deep as I could get inside of her. She began to move up and down with more speed, careful that she didn't do it so hard that the noise would be unmistakable. It wouldn't take Sherlock Holmes to come to the conclusion that the noise that sounded like two bodies smacking together was in fact two people having sex.

Her breathing began to become heavier, and I could feel little twitches inside her that made me think that she was about to have an orgasm. She picked up the pace a bit for another thirty seconds, and then froze in place with my cock fully inside of her. I could feel her pussy muscles dancing as they contracted in a brutally hard orgasm. She sucked air in hard, and her breath came out in puffs. I think this was her attempt to be quiet. This lasted about forty five seconds, and then she relaxed. 




Committed: But Not In a Good Way



She placed both her hands on my stomach to brace herself, and began to rock herself back and forth on my cock. This motion rubbed the sensitive spot right underneath my head with every rocking motion. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that glistened in the sunlight. Her pale brown skin looked perfect, and her handful sized tits jiggled with her rocking. I was paying so much attention to how breathtaking that she looked that I missed all the signs of my own impending orgasm. I felt my balls tighten, and begin to tingle like mad.

"I'm going to cum, Carmen." I whispered this as urgently as I possibly could. I figured that it would give her time to hop off of me, or slide me out of her pussy if she wished. It seemed impolite to cum inside a woman that I met less than half an hour ago without at least a little warning. She continued to fuck me, picking up her pace again; rocking even faster. I could delay my orgasm no longer, and my cum felt scalding hot as it rushed up my cock, and into her tight pussy. She felt me cum inside her, and moaned softly as another small orgasm shook through her body.

She lay on my chest for a minute, both of us basking in the afterglow. This was hands down the most awesome quickie that I had ever had. She leaned up, and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Thank you for that, Nick." I thought that I could lose myself for hours in those dark Spanish eyes.

"From where I was, you seemed to do all of the work. Thank you, Carmen." She kissed me softly, but deeper this time. She sat up, and slid my slippery, half erect cock out of her warm pussy, and stood up to collect her clothes. She bent over, and picked up her shirt; giving me the first full on glimpse of her fantastically tight ass. She slipped her feet into her pants and panties, and pulled them both up at the same time. She turned, and looked over her shoulder at me, her hair cascading down the crimson material of her shirt.

"Hasta que nos encontremos otra vez, Nick. Until we meet again." She turned, and walked boldly out of my room, the sway in her hips markedly more pronounced than before. She knew I was watching her ass as she left. She closed the door behind her with a click.

I sat up, and grabbed my pants and boxers from beside my bed. I put on my boxers, but when I picked up my pants a small slip of paper fell to the tiles. I picked it up and read it.

You have a chance at a new life, Nick. Take the chance. XOXO 

Carmen

(586)555-4728



Committed



"You are free to take her, but if you give her over to us then we will accept that as payment of your debt. You will be financially free. If you take her back with you then the debt still stands."

She felt the tingle of fear race up her spine and suddenly overthrew all her previous thoughts as she realised she was not yet safe. She hung in the balance unable to breathe, unable to contemplate that her lover should even stop for a moment to consider this deal. She wanted to get up and tell him what to say, but at that moment a hand came down on the small of her back and the pressure held her on the table. She could not see the men as they talked next to her cunt and she felt the cold sweat on her brow.

"Can we see her with the rings on her neck and wrists before I decide?" her lover was saying.

Her arms were drawn round behind her back and she felt the metal press against each wrist. It was not too hard to slip them over her small wrists and they felt a little heavy when they released her arms. Then she saw the neck ring placed in front of her. As she looked over the edge of the table she saw its cold shininess. She saw the hands pull it apart and the jaws between the plates open before her. She saw it being drawn towards her. Although it was just a narrow ring, it seemed to her to be a prison that she was being guided into. She somehow knew that once this was around her neck there was no going back. She would be sealed in a web of sexual slavery. If not physically made to serve, then forever mentally. She would never be her own person again. If her lover released her after this she would need desperately to find a master ruthless enough to make her his slave. She needed that feel of ownership and forced availability that, until this evening, she had never even considered. These were dark fantasies that had lain dormant within her, but were now released and bound her psychologically to subservience. 

The ring approached her neck like the jaws of some vampire. She longed for it and was repulsed at the same time. She felt the inescapable servitude once it was in place and while she wanted to escape a part of her mind longed for that feeling of helpless imprisonment. She was excited and rocked by fear at the prospect and she wanted that feeling, but she also wanted to be able to escape after it was all over. As the jaws approached her neck she imagined the softness of her neck patiently awaiting those fangs that would sink into it and the poison that would spread from the wounds into her blood transforming her from the loyal wife and home maker into the whore that lurked deep within her. She felt her old self slowly ebb away. She tried to pull away from the ring but the hand at her back held her. The ring grazed the sides of her neck. It dug into her flesh and she felt the scratch as it was forced through. She felt the restriction of her ability to breathe as it passed across and then she heard the two plates clang together as the trap closed behind her. She felt the weight of the ring as it hung from the back of her neck. The deed was done. By this single act her old self had gone forever. She was now nothing but a fuck hole and the only question these men needed now to decide was whose. 

Her lover came and looked her in the face. He saw her fear. He saw her saliva dribble from her mouth as she lay prone. He touched the metal collar and pressed it against her flesh. He pushed it, forcing it into her skin and looked, as a curious little boy does, at the way her flesh enveloped it, caressed it. She looked quite beautiful with the metal pressed into her. Should he take her home and abuse her? Should he release her and take her back as before? Could he take her back as before? Should he trade her for the debt he so wanted to be rid of? These thoughts circled in his mind. Time hung motionlessly as he considered. "Please." She whimpered. Please what, he thought. Rescue her? Yes that is what he should do. He had felt so desperate just a few moments ago. He wanted to save her and could not stand the idea of her being forced into sexual slavery. Yet now he had that choice he looked at her and for the first time seemed to see something in her eyes. He wasn't sure exactly what it was or what it meant, but it made him realise that she was saying please make your decision and not leave me waiting. He suddenly became aware of her transformation that the placing of these things on her body had released something that had lurked deep within her and he was repulsed at what he had done to her. By his acquiescence she had been slowly transformed into someone quite different. She was so helpless and awaiting their decision to do with her as they willed. He suddenly found he could not look at her. He could not face his own guilt.

"I'm sorry." Is all he said, and his finger touched the corner of her mouth. He turned and walked towards the door. She looked up and saw his back retreating as she felt the hiss of the clamps at the back of her neck. She felt the heat rise and she felt an inner calm. She knew now what she was and did not have to search anymore to find herself. These men would tell her and they would make her and mould her into what they knew she really was. She looked at her wrists and the solid smooth rings around them. There was no opening any more to remove them by. They were permanent. She felt like she had at last come home.