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Dominating Me Ch. 01

By: dominatemeplease



NOTE: There is no sexual content in this story.

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It all started back in 7th grade when I moved to a new school in a totally new area. I had to leave all my friends behind and start over from scratch. Now anyone who's anyone should realize that 7th grade is NOT a good time to move! Kids are evil to each other in those years; though, as I learned later, the teasing and torment I went through then was nothing compared to the torture I was to endure years later...

I settled into the school and eventually began making a few friends, but I was by no means popular. At that time I was chubby and I was a major band geek – a vicious combination when you're the "new kid." But I was like any other girl my age. I liked having fun and hanging out with friends, and I liked looking at cute guys! It just so happened that I picked the wrong one to look at. 

He was one of the most popular guys in the 7th grade class; well, popular among the students. Oh, the teachers knew him quite well also, but that was because he and his sidekick caused so much trouble. Starting fights, disrupting class, making fun of other people; it's what they were best at. And unfortunately, that's what attracted me to him...to Jake. He was the dangerous type, the forbidden type, the type I knew would never acknowledge me in a positive way because of the kind of person I was. I was the "good girl" in school; he was the "bad boy." And, oh, how I am attracted to bad boys! He was taller than most guys in middle school but with a muscular, stocky build. He was on the wrestling team, which helped fuel some of the fantasies I had of him pinning me down. He had straight brown hair styled in a crew cut, which framed his face just right. I adored those features from across the room, but I was mesmerized by something else. I was pulled into his piercing deep green eyes. God, I loved the evil looks he gave with those eyes. Of all men's body parts, the eyes are what attract me the most, what pull me into them. And his were quite successful. I would watch him in the lunchroom each day, sitting with his sidekick, Shay, making jokes and laughing with all the other popular kids. He was so dark, so dangerous, and that made me want him so badly! 

Time went on and another school year came. I had tried asking another boy out but was rejected, as always. I was nobody to everyone but my few friends. The rejection wasn't so bad. I had my eyes set on someone else anyway. It was a risk, but one I needed to take. I decided to pull myself together and ask him...ask Jake. But I didn't have the guts to do it in person. He and Shay had teased me so many times over the past year. It would be suicide to ask him personally and possibly have him reject me to my face. Of course, I wasn't thinking about how ridiculous this was, how he would never go out with me! I was so blinded with attraction to him. I had to be with him and his dark, dangerous side. I had to find a way, and I did. I asked a mutual friend between him and me and got his phone number through her. I decided to call him, but not yet reveal who I was until he said yes. I thought, maybe if he got to know me as a person first he wouldn't outright reject me. It was a brilliant plan, but a big mistake in the end.

I didn't call that night. I was too nervous, too scared of what he would say...what I would say. I waited until the next night. After gathering my nerve, I went to the phone in the kitchen, pulled his number out of my pocket with shaking hands and dialed. As soon as it started to ring, I hung up the phone. I can't do this, I thought to myself. But I had to. I took a deep breath, redialed, and this time when it started ringing I didn't hang up.

"Hello?" It must have been his mom.

"Is Jake there?" My tentative voice spoke. I equally wished she would say yes and no.

"Yes, who's calling?"

"A friend from school," I lied. I waited as she went to get him, my heart pounding out of my chest. What will I say when he comes on the phone?!

"Hello, who is this?" His sultry voice came on the line. I melted.

"Uh, s-someone you know from school," I stumbled.

"Who is this?" he asked again, with more curiosity in his tone.

"Someone who wants to go out with you." There, I said it. I got it off my chest and I couldn't take it back. A pause. It felt like eternity.

"Are you hot?" A typical question from someone like him, I thought to myself as he chuckled.

"I can be whatever you want me to be." 

And I did want to be whatever he wanted me to be. I wanted him to take control of me, to mesmerize me with those piercing eyes. We continued to talk for a few minutes, him trying desperately to find out who I was. Finally, I told him...and he laughed in my face over the phone and hung up without another word. I was humiliated, but that was only the beginning.

At school the next day, I could tell the word had gotten around of my feeble attempt to ask Jake out. I was snickered at by any of his friends I happened to pass. I just wanted to bury my head in the ground and never come out. However, nothing could have prepared me for when Shay confronted me personally and menacingly spat, "You know he would never go out with you." At that, he laughed in my face, turned and walked away with a satisfied, evil sneer.

I hated Shay. He and Jake were so much alike, yet I craved one and hated the other. Shay was outright cruel. With his tall, lean body, dark brown eyes and brown hair dyed blond he was purely evil at heart. He started fights, made fun of as many kids as he could, told jokes about the principal right in front of his face, and made sure everyone around him who wasn't in his group of friends felt about 1 inch tall. He was so nonchalant about hurting other peoples' feelings, and his icy cold stare made me shiver. I didn't know how someone could be like that. He scared me and he knew it. Even if by some distant chance Jake had decided to go out with me, how could I have faced Shay every day? It was enough that, aside from school, I had to face him every now and then in Jiu-Jitsu class. I feared going to class with the thought he might be there. I hated being tormented by his teasing at school, but it was worse to have to hold my head high with him in the class. Eventually, he stopped coming to class and I heard he had quit. It was great for me at the time and I moved up the belt ranks without fear. At least I could build up confidence somewhere!

After the encounter with Shay, I was upset and nervous. What would Jake do? What would he say to me? Would he even say anything? I knew I wouldn't hear the end of it if all his friends found out. I would be teased and humiliated for the rest of my middle and high school days. But I couldn't help it. I was so mesmerized by him, by his dangerousness. 

He never said anything to me that day or for the whole week following that dreadful phone call. I was sad and angry that he never gave me a response or even acknowledged me. But I was still curious. Could I give it one more try? I don't know why kids that age can never give up on a crush, but I fell prey like so many before me. I wrote him a note in math class, folded it into one of those secret-note-folding-techniques that kids invent during their younger years and passed it to the kid next to me to give to him. When it reached Jake, he never even opened it; he simply looked at who it was from and threw it on the floor. That damn Shay, sitting right behind him, picked it up and opened it. My face turned a brighter shade of red than even the ripest tomato and I turned away as he started laughing at what I had written. I was mortified as he finished reading and showed it to Jake, pointing at the words and insulting me with their laughter. As soon as the bell rang, I bolted out of my seat - thank god I was closer to the door than they were - and ran to my locker. I grabbed my things and got to my bus as fast as I could. I didn't want to chance running into either one of them. I vowed I would never write another note asking someone out again. How stupid of me! I sat, alone in my seat, and cried from anger and sheer embarrassment until I got home. Thank god for weekends.

Luck seemed to be on my side the rest of that year. Jake's friends never mentioned anything to me again. Of course, I was teased for other things, but that subject never came back up. Perhaps he didn't want the embarrassment of acknowledging one of the most unpopular girls having asked him out. Who knows? But what I did know was that my ordeal with him was over, or so I thought. 

Dominating Me Ch. 02



My life in high school changed a lot, for the better I might add. I was very active in Jiu-Jitsu and was losing a lot of excess weight while attractively toning my muscles. I gained more confidence in myself and was finally starting to fit into groups of friends. 

The summer before freshman year, I met my future husband, Ryan, and we flirted back and forth like crazy. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met and I wished upon all the stars in the sky that he liked me as much as I liked him. He was the greatest, most caring guy I had ever known. How could I have fallen for someone like Jake in the first place? Oh yes, because I was stupid; because I was lusting after my naughty, secret desires instead of following my heart. What a waste of time.

One afternoon freshman year, I was heading to the school weight room to work out when I heard some muddled voices coming from behind the gym. I quietly walked across the grass along the building and peeked around the corner. That's when I saw them, Jake and Shay along with two older guys probably in their late 20s. I was curious but didn't want to be seen, so I turned back around the corner and stood listening as closely as I could. 

"Is it good?" I heard Jake's voice.

"Yeah man, it's good. Try it." A plastic bag was rattled and silence fell for a few seconds.

"Oh yeah, that's some good shit. How much?"

"One thousand."

"Fuck! For that?!" 

"Take it or leave it!" 

Jake hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. One thousand." It sounded like money being counted, but I decided to peek around the corner to make sure. Sure enough, Shay was counting it out from a large wad of bills. But that wasn't all I saw. Jake was holding a plastic baggie of white powder, which he proceeded to tuck into his left jacket pocket. Suddenly, a few kids came running out of the weight room door nearby. It startled the guys and they all looked over in my direction toward the weight room. I wasn't fast enough to turn back behind the wall before they saw me.

"What the hell!" I don't know who yelled it but I wasn't sticking around to find out. I bolted for the gym door, pried it open and ran inside before any of them could catch me. I ran down the hallway toward the PE teachers' offices. As I rounded the corner, I looked back and saw Jake glaring at me through the window of the door. I didn't stop running until I reached Ms. Jansen's office. I exploded into her office, panting and trying to calm down. She looked up at me, startled, and asked what was wrong.

"I just saw two students dealing drugs outside behind the gym. I think it was cocaine!"

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes. I saw the drugs and saw them counting out the money for the dealers!"

"Do you know who the students are?" I nodded in agreement. "All right, we'll call the police." She took me down to the office to explain the situation to the principal who then called the police department. When the police arrived, I gave them a full description and detailed everything I saw and heard. I filled out my testimonial for the police report and was free to go after the officers were finished questioning me. 

That night on the news, I saw a quick clip about two high school boys arrested for dealing drugs. Oh my god, I had just gotten them arrested and sent to jail! According to the clip, they were scheduled for a hearing the following week and would probably be sentenced to the local juvenile correctional facility. Wow, what a crazy afternoon, I thought to myself, not realizing the future consequences of my actions that day. 

I never mentioned a word to anyone that I was the one who witnessed the drug dealing. Jake and Shay were expelled from school and I didn't see them anymore. I heard through the grapevine that they had each received a 10-year sentence but were eligible for parole in 7 years. The cops must have found one hell of a stash in their possession! 

Things went back to normal after that. Ryan and I dated for the rest of high school and college until we got married. Our relationship was great. I had never known a guy to be so caring and loving, so gentle and romantic. He would write me poems and love letters, sing me songs, draw cute cartoons of us together, and he would hold me tight in his arms, protecting me from any harm. This wonderful person, who became my loving companion in marriage, was always there for me. 

So why did I think of Jake from time to time, fantasizing about him in the dark places of my mind where only I could go? Why couldn't I be satisfied with what I had? Ryan was the perfect person for me. We could share anything. He was my best friend and more. Yet, the desires still burned, the naughty fantasies of being controlled and dominated still played in my mind. And while I tried to imagine other men in Jake's place, he was the only one who really fit. I felt guilty for having these fantasies, for thinking of another man when my husband was there for me. But deep down I didn't want Ryan to try fulfilling these particular desires. It just wasn't him and I didn't want to hurt our relationship by going too far. I loved him too much to let something like a mere fantasy ruin what we had. 

We talked about it and agreed that he would do whatever he could to fulfill my desire for domination, as long as he didn't actually have to physically hurt me. So Ryan and I played harmless, fun games of control every now and then, and he even tied me up and lightly spanked me a few times, but our games were not what I imagined in my head. I knew I would never get to play out my true fantasies in real life, so I spent a lot of time thinking about them and reading erotic stories to satiate my burning desires. If only I knew what was about to happen. 



Dominating Me Ch. 03



After graduating from college, Ryan and I decided to pick up and move to where the jobs were. So we relocated and settled down in a happening city and set to work finding jobs. It took a little while but we both got established and began the routine of life: wake up way too early in the morning, scarf down breakfast only to get stuck in traffic anyway, work the majority of the day, get stuck in even more traffic going home, eat supper long after the supper hour passed, spend a little time together, try to start on the growing list of chores, only finish one, pay bills, go to bed later than intended, repeat. Ah, the life of adult responsibility. Fun, isn't it? Anyway, things continued this way for several months with the occasional date night here and there to break up the monotony of it all. 

One particular Friday, Ryan and I had a date night set up. We were to meet at a local dance club after work for some hot dancing before coming home and getting hot between the sheets. I was psyched all day about going, and I couldn't really pay attention to what I was supposed to be doing at work. I ate a larger lunch than usual so I'd have enough energy to make it through all the dancing. Besides, I knew we wouldn't be ordering in food for quite a while after we got home! When my shift ended at 5:00 I drove home as quickly as I could. Ryan wouldn't be off work until 6:00, so I had a little time to prepare. 

I decided to take a shower so I'd be fresh and ready to go, but first I picked out my outfit and set it on the bed. I chose a tight black sleeveless top that showed off my belly button, black flowing pants that hung off my curvy hips and black strappy sandals with a 3-inch chunky heel. In case I got a chill after dancing, from the evening breeze blowing across my moistened skin, I also pulled out a silky long-sleeve button-up with black and red color intertwining. I chose a simple set of sterling silver earrings to complete the outfit. I didn't want to put my hair up since I'd be thrashing it around while dancing at the club anyway. 

With everything picked out and ready, I turned on the water for my shower. I jumped in, letting the warm water drench my body before beginning to shave my legs and pussy. I wanted to be ready for Ryan's touch everywhere on my body so I had to make sure I took care of everything. I finished shaving, lathered up my hair and body with shampoo and soap and rinsed off. I didn't want to turn off the water, but I knew I'd be warm and wet again in a few short hours. I smiled to myself at that thought as I turned the knob. I dried off with my plush towel, stepped out of the shower and pulled a comb through my dark brown, shoulder-length hair. I took my black thong out of my dresser drawer and slipped it on, then picked up my pants. I giggled to myself as I felt the cool, soft material of my pants caress my ass cheeks. Next came the silky black and white bra I love to wear with that top. It just so happens to snap in the front, so it makes things easy when it's time to hit the sheets, or wherever we end up. I pulled the top over my head, put in each earring and stepped into my sandals. At the last minute I decided to put on a little eye shadow. I always thought it made me look a little sexier, so I enjoyed putting it on for special occasions like this. I was ready to go with 5 minutes to spare. I looked in our full-length mirror and was satisfied with what I saw, so I picked up my black and red shirt, grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

When I pulled into the club's parking lot, Ryan was there waiting. God, did he ever look sexy leaning against his car wearing his cargo jeans and crisp white designer shirt. My heart fluttered with anticipation for the evening to come. I parked next to his car and got out. He came over to me with a sexy strut in his step, scooped me into his arms and gave me a nice long kiss. He is such a great kisser, too! Such soft, caressing lips and a hot wet tongue that I love to lick. How was I going to wait the whole night to jump him? 

"Hey, babe," he said seductively as we broke off our kiss. "Ready to go in?"

"Mmm, yeah. I can't wait to see you shaking that hot ass in there." I replied as I squeezed his luscious cheeks through his cargos.

"Well let's go then." He motioned toward the door and as I turned to walk in its direction he gave me a slight pat and squeeze on the ass. 

We walked in and the music was blaring. The club played mostly techno, hiphop, dance and industrial so the place had the atmosphere of a rave. We loved going there to dance, and I sure loved watching Ryan! He was so hot when he danced to that kind of music. It always got me excited, especially when he gave me that sexy look where he'd gaze directly into my eyes, raise his eyebrow and give a slight, knowing smile. It was a naughty, dangerous look that he sometimes used when we were playing as Master and slave and it sent chills of excitement through me. 

We danced for what seemed like hours to BT, Nine Inch Nails and many other awesome bands. We ground our hips into each other, thrashed about and got all hot and sweaty. We were having an awesome time. At one point in the night, I thought I saw someone vaguely familiar in the crowd of dancers. I wasn't sure, but it bugged me until another awesome song came on and I got lost in the movements Ryan and I were making. 

At around 10:00, we decided to go home. After all, we needed to conserve some energy for what was yet to come! We went outside and started walking to our cars. I thought I saw that same person follow us out, but when I looked back I didn't see anyone. I shrugged it off and gave Ryan a long, sweet kiss before getting in my car. We followed one another home, parked and went inside. I locked the front door behind me, satisfied that no one could get in, and turned around only to have Ryan shove me back against the door, forcing me to drop my purse and long-sleeve shirt on the floor, and pin me there with his strong arm on my chest. He began attacking me with hot, sensual kisses. I loved it when he was assertive like this! It always got me hot and bothered. I furiously kissed him back while riding my right leg up his left and wrapping it around him, pushing my pelvis toward him. The only sounds we could hear were the guttural groans we were making and the sloppy smacking of our kisses. Ryan was feeling me up and down as we continued our mouth assault on each other. 

"God, baby, you're so damn hot," he breathed, breaking the kisses just long enough to say it.

I moaned in response and wrapped my leg tighter around his 6' frame. Standing almost 5' 8" in my heels made it a little easier for me to do than normal. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving me hanging for more. Grabbing my wrist, he jerked me away from the door, stripped my top off and threw it to the floor. I quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, now drenched in sweat. 

"Yeah, baby. Hurry up and get that shirt off. I'm so hard for you I'm about to cum right here. But I have plans for you first." 

I was intrigued by the thought of what those "plans" could be and continued unbuttoning his shirt until it was fully open. I quickly pushed it over his shoulders and down his strong, though not overly muscular, arms and threw it down on the floor. As soon as his shirt was off I felt his hands push me to my knees so I was right in front of his belt buckle.

"Take them off and suck me nice and gently," he commanded. 

I loved it when he commanded me to do things to him, and I quickly obeyed. I unbuckled his belt, undid the button and unzipped his fly. Pulling his sexy cargos down, I noticed he had gone commando. I felt myself getting more excited by the minute and knew he was waiting, so I took his hard cock into my mouth. His cock wasn't too long but it was nice and thick and I loved it. I was actually thankful that he wasn't longer because I was terrible at deep throating. I always gagged and couldn't let him push into my throat. I often wondered how women could deep throat without throwing up all over the place. Perhaps I just wasn't skilled or experienced enough. However, I was quite skilled with my tongue and lips and I played with his cock in my mouth.

"Ohhh, yes!" He panted as I slowly swirled my tongue along the underside of his shaft and gently scraped my teeth on his sensitive head before pulling my mouth off completely. He was very close to cumming but I was teasing too slowly for him to get off. He held my head between his hands and tilted it up so I was looking into his gorgeous eyes. 

"I'm going to walk into the bedroom and you are to follow with my cock in your mouth. If you lose contact with my cock for any reason you will be punished, understood?" 

"Yes, Ryan," I replied, knowing full well what he wanted to hear me say. We had discussed D/s several times before and he knew how much I desired to serve him. But he wasn't comfortable making his sweet wife call him Master or Sir, so we settled on using his name. He was also afraid of hurting me so we agreed to stick to light D/s games. That way we both got what we wanted. It was all just a game, but it was fun nonetheless.

He started walking toward the bedroom, my mouth attached to his cock while I was on all fours trying to keep up. Every few steps he would turn his body in a different direction to throw me off balance and try to make his cock pop out from between my lips. I struggled to keep my mouth in place, following my Master as he led me, but inevitably he turned too sharply as we neared the bedroom doorway and his cock slipped out. I knew I was in "trouble" then. Last time I couldn't follow his orders he fucked me in the ass, an act that I don't necessarily consider vile or gross but don't consider it my favorite either. What would he do this time, I wondered?

"Oh, I see. My cock isn't good enough for you. Is that it?" he chided.

"No, Ryan. I'm sorry. I was doing the best I could," I played along.

"Well, you didn't try hard enough. For that, you are not allowed to cum the rest of the night. If you do, there will be no sex for you for the next month."

I pouted my lips and gave him the best puppy-dog eyes I could, but he wouldn't budge. "Yes, Ryan," I reluctantly gave in, knowing he wouldn't change his mind. Normally not being allowed to cum wouldn't be such a big deal for me, seeing as it was incredibly hard for me to orgasm in the first place. But when we played these games it got my fires burning hotter than normal, so it almost took effort not to orgasm…almost.

"Go over there and turn on that lamp. I'm going to open one of these blinds and you are going to get it right in front of the window, you naughty girl."

He gave me a slight tap on the bottom as I passed to turn on the lamp. He opened one of the blinds that looked out into the back. If the neighbors behind us were out in their back yard they would be able to see in.

"Now strip for me, slowly," he commanded as he lay down on the bed to enjoy the show. If only we knew who was outside, also watching.

I slowly started untying the drawstring on my silky pants, turning around to suggestively peek my uncovered ass cheeks over the top of my waistband as I guided the material down my legs, swaying my hips and touching my body in the process. I bent over to unstrap my sandals and kick them off, fully exposing my thong-covered pussy and naked ass. I wiggled my bottom for good measure and Ryan reached over the bed to give it a light smack and squeeze. Once out of my sandals, I was only covered with my thong and bra. I turned back around to unsnap my bra and slowly open it, uncovering my small breasts. I always felt self-conscious about the size of my breasts because they were so small, but my sweet hubby never minded. He loved them just the way they were. I rubbed my hands up and down my nearly naked body, feeling my curves and moving in a slow, dance-like motion. I moved my fingers to the edges of my thong and slipped my thumbs in, pulling downward to expose my cleanly shaven lips and trimmed V of hair above them. I slid the scant material the rest of the way down my legs and kicked it off to the side with one foot. Now fully naked, Ryan got up off the bed and sauntered over to me. He bent his head down to lightly kiss up and down my neck as he caressed my soft skin. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to pull his hips toward mine, touching the head of his cock against my skin.

"Ah, ah, ah," he shook his head no at me, "not so fast. You see, I know how difficult it is for you to orgasm, so you could get away with your punishment rather easily. But I'm not going to let that happen. I'm going to take my time and get you so riled up you can't take it anymore, and then I'm going to explode inside you and pull out just as you reach the edge. And if you don't control yourself and you orgasm anyway, well, you know what I told you." I was panting with desire as he voiced his threat in my ear while continuing to rub his hands all over my body. He was making me really hot! I was starting to wonder how hard it would be for me to hold off. 

Suddenly, he threw me to the bed so I was on my back and he lay next to me on his side. He started caressing the sides of my breasts and tracing his fingers along my curves and across my stomach. He was using a tender touch that sent small tingles through my skin. Then he bent down and started kissing me with such passion! It had been a while since he had kissed me like that and it was causing my pussy to moisten slightly. I loved it when he was aggressive with me. It made me feel wanted, needed, desired. I was pulled away from my thoughts from a sudden rush of heat between my legs. Ryan had spread my legs open and was lightly teasing my pussy lips. He traced down and up along the folds and tenderly touched my clit before descending back down toward my moist opening. He continued to tease for several minutes, only lightly touching my clit long enough to receive a whimper of pleasure from me before moving away and teasing my inner thighs or my pussy lips. A few times he began to penetrate my wetness with his broad fingers but only pushed in an inch or two before pulling back out, leaving my pussy begging for more. I was getting very moist from all this teasing and he could feel it.

"That's my good girl. Get wet for me," he taunted. It always sent tingles right to my pussy when he called me his good girl. This time was no exception. Before I knew it, he suddenly grabbed my wrists and pulled me up off the bed. He took me over to the window and pushed me against the cool glass with my back to him. My cheek, breasts and tummy were squished against the window and Ryan was holding me in place by the neck with his forearm. 

"Spread your legs for me. Good girl." I opened my legs and felt his hardness sliding between my pussy lips. He squatted down enough to aim the head at my opening and pushed in until it disappeared in the hot darkness. He continued slowly pushing all the way in and pulling back out as I was still pressed against the window, my panting breath creating little fog patches on the glass in front of my lips. I whimpered with excitement as his nice thick cock filled me from behind. I felt his hand run through my hair before jerking my head sideways so he could kiss me again. My heart was pounding and I was very wet. I could feel small tingles in my pussy. His slow fucking felt so good! A few minutes later he pulled me away from the window.

"On all fours, now!" He pointed toward the bed and I crawled on all fours to the middle, making sure to stick my ass high in the air and spread my legs the way he liked. He crawled on behind me and spread my lips open again and pushed inside me. He slowly fucked me doggy-style and worked himself into a frenzy in a matter of moments, grabbing my hips and slamming me back against his. But before he came he stopped and pulled out, turning me onto my back again.

"See, I'm about ready to cum, but you aren't close enough yet so I need to tease you some more, don't I?" I just whimpered in response. He laughed, "Yeah, I thought so."

He knew missionary position was one of the few that I was able to orgasm in, so he knew he could get me teetering on the edge. He climbed on top of me and put my arms around his neck.

"Lift up your legs." Oh, damn! Why did he have to make me do that? He was really trying to make this as hard as possible for me. Reluctantly, I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his ass while he started slowly pushing in and pulling out. He was really rubbing my G-spot now and I was getting closer and closer. Then, as if that wasn't enough, I was given a final command:

"You are not to make a single noise from now until I finish pumping my cum into you. I don't want to hear any moaning, whimpering or anything. And, you are to stay perfectly still. No rocking your hips against mine. Do you understand?" I nodded in agreement. "Good girl." With that, he continued to slowly pump in and out of my now-sopping hole, rubbing my G-spot and driving me wild. I wanted to scream out and cum, but I knew he would keep his word about not having sex for a month so I kept as quiet and still as I could. This was really hard! I got very close to cumming but did my best to control it. He could see the struggle I was having and smiled an evil smile at me before passionately kissing me. Finally, just as I was shaking on the edge of orgasm, he stopped and pulled out. He turned me over and entered me from behind again, but this time I was forced to lie on my stomach. He rose up on his knees and drove into me, pulling me to him by my shoulders.

"Remember, I don't want to hear any sound," he warned, then he drove into me again. My whimpers were desperately trying to escape my throat but I had to hold them back. He grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and kept the other on my shoulder as he continued to pummel my pussy with his stiff cock. It felt so good! All of a sudden his breathing increased and he started shouting, "I'm going to cum! Ohhh, yes!!!" He moaned loudly and stiffened as I felt his hot cum shoot into me, his cock quivering inside. He emptied his load into my pussy and collapsed on my back, breathing hard. 

"God that felt good," he panted. "And you were a good girl. You did what I asked so I will allow sex this coming month." With that, he sighed and pulled the sheets up around us, our heart rates returning to normal and my pussy desperately aching for more. He rolled off my back, turned out the lamp and snuggled up against me not even bothering to close the blinds. "I love you, baby. And I promise, if you're good, next time I'll give you a great orgasm." He kissed me on the cheek and hugged me tight.

"I love you, too. G'night." But he was already drifting off to sleep.



Dominating Me Ch. 04



The following week went by slowly. Ryan and I went about our normal routines, looking forward to small moments of spontaneity. He had to work late several days in a row, which made us even more excited for the prospects of a fun date night Friday. We had made arrangements that I would cook a nice dinner by candlelight before we went out to a local club for Karaoke Night. Perhaps this time I would get up enough courage to go on stage and sing something. I knew I had a good voice but was always too nervous to sing in front of anyone except close family and friends. And hey, if Ryan sang something with me it wouldn't be so bad. It would be a fun night out, wouldn't it?

Friday night finally came and we eagerly anticipated the evening ahead. I got home from work first and began preparing our meal. I had planned to make a fresh vegetable and herb lasagna for dinner and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. I even went out to buy a bottle of our favorite drink and stuck it in the refrigerator as soon as I got home. Knowing I didn't have much time tonight, I had cut up the vegetables and dipped the strawberries the night before so all I had to do was boil the noodles, put the lasagna together, bake it, set the table and get dressed for the evening ahead. When Ryan got home, I was just finishing getting dressed.

"Hey honey. You look very nice!"

"Thanks," was my reply as I slipped into his arms for a sexy kiss. "Dinner is almost ready."

"Ok. I'm just going to change and I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok." I went into the kitchen, pulled the lasagna out of the oven and cut us each a medium slice. Then I poured our drinks and brought it all to the table. After arranging our plates and silverware just to our liking, I lit the candles and sat down. It smelled wonderful! Ryan came out of our bedroom and saw the meal all set on the table. 

"Mmm, does that ever smell good!" he exclaimed with bright eyes.

"Mmm, do you ever look good!" I said as I raised my eyebrow and looked him up and down. He just gave me a look as if to say "whatever" and sat down.

We ate our delicious meal and enjoyed each other's company, while thinking curiously about what the evening would hold. When we finished eating our lasagna, I put the dinner plates by the other dirty dishes. I pulled out a fresh plate, took the tray of strawberries from the refrigerator and put three on the plate for each of us. But as I brought the plate to the table, Ryan took it from me, set it aside, lifted me onto the edge of the table and stood between my legs. I wrapped my legs around him as he pulled my body into his and brought his head down for a deep kiss. 

"Mmm, you taste good," I panted, breaking away.

"Not as good as you're going to taste in a minute." He took a strawberry and held it up to my lips, tracing it along my soft skin. I reached out to take a bite but he pulled it away. Teasing me with it, he took the tip, lightly tracing it down the crest of my nose and brought it to my lips again. This time when I reached out to bite it he held it there so I could taste the succulent sweetness. A little juice dripped down the side of my mouth and Ryan bent down to lick it up. Then he crushed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting the sweetness that still lingered. I took the half strawberry that was still in his hand and held it high above his head, forcing him to crane his neck up and catch it. We sensually fed each other the remaining strawberries as we ground our clothed bodies together, creating a heat that was ready to catch fire at any moment. 

Just as I fed Ryan the last bit of the luscious dessert, he immediately began pulling my black athletic pants down my legs before hastily undoing his belt, button and zipper and dropping his cargos to the floor. I could see how excited he was through his boxers. But I didn't have a chance to look long. Within seconds he pulled out his stiff cock and pushed my panties aside, not even bothering to remove them. I was excited and hot, but not quite wet enough for him to enter me completely in one thrust, though after a few slow thrusts I was able to take him in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, still sitting on the edge of the table with my legs curled around his. He circled one arm around my waist and the other pulled my head toward him to engage in a hot, deep kiss as we slowly humped against each other. Soon, the slick sounds of our bound wetness filled the room along with moans of pleasure and panted breaths. 

Oh, god! I could feel the tingling in my pussy begin to get stronger. Fortunately for me, this was the other position I was able to orgasm in and I knew we were purposely sitting like this for that reason. Ryan had promised me the previous week that I would be allowed a great orgasm since I was a good girl for him. Tonight, I knew I would reach that heavenly peak. I could feel it. As we continued to passionately kiss and moan, I felt the wetness grow between my legs. Ryan knew not to speed up too fast or I would not cum as he hoped. He kept a steady pace and as I got closer I began grabbing at his back. The waves were coming on stronger now and I could tell I was on the edge. I began moaning more frantically, panting harder, holding onto Ryan as if this was the last time. He pumped into me just a little faster and I exploded in a fury of passion, my pussy lips clenching and unclenching his hard cock until he too exploded in his own orgasm, filling me with his hot cum. We held onto each other as the waves of our orgasms shook our bodies. After our pulses slowed and our breathing returned to near normal, I realized I was still holding Ryan in a death grip and slowly relaxed my muscles to release him. We lovingly gazed into each other's eyes and smiled.

"That was wonderful," I breathed, then collapsed against his chest in a bear hug. He held my head there for a moment, then lifted my chin up to face him and gently kissed my soft lips again.

"Yes, it was." I tingled inside from his sexy smile and the twinkle in his soft hazel eyes. "How about we get cleaned up here and go out to Karaoke Night?"

"I would love to," I said as he helped me off the table and into the bathroom to clean up. 

The parking lot was full when we arrived at the club. Karaoke Night always drew in a big crowd. I'm not sure what the allure of it was. I mean, most of the people that "sang" karaoke couldn't really sing if their lives depended on it. But it was fun to go anyway. Ryan and I usually took a booth near the back of the club and watched the singers on stage, making comments here and there about what we thought. We had never gone up to sing ourselves, so I suppose we had no right making comments...until tonight. 

Feeling a little more risqué after the drinks with our dinner and the hot sex afterwards, we decided to sit in a booth near the stage. After a few songs, we contemplated going up there to sing something together. But what would we sing? We always sang along with System of a Down, Linkin Park, NIN or whatever else we had in the car, but could we really sing one of those songs by ourselves? We decided to take a chance and go for it. We asked the DJ if they had Linkin Park's "With You" in the karaoke list and he said he did. We thought, what the hell, and went up on stage. When I looked out at the crowd I nearly ran back off. I was so nervous! But Ryan told me just to look at him as we sang and it would be just like we were in the car. The music began. I held the microphone in front of my lips and lost all inhibition. If I'm going to do this, I better damn well do it right, I thought. We belted out the song and had a lot of fun while we were at it. When it was over, the crowd began applauding, so we decided to try one more song. We settled for Linkin Park's "Points of Authority." 

The DJ set it up and we began singing. We were about halfway through the song when I noticed someone in the audience staring at me with a cruel-looking smirk on his face. He seemed very familiar but I couldn't place him. And with the audience lights slightly dimmed, I couldn't see his features clearly. We finished the song and received another round of applause as we headed off stage. I became unsettled watching the man stare at me so intently. Why did he look so familiar? I was about to tell Ryan to look over at him, but he suddenly got up and was out the door before a word came out. I didn't think too much of it the rest of the night. After all, I was there with Ryan and it's not like no one has ever looked at me before. I just thought his smirk was a little odd, that's all. We decided not to hang around too much longer. Besides, we had other plans for the evening and they only included the two of us. So we gathered our stuff from the booth and headed out. Unfortunately, we didn't notice the car behind ours, following us from the club to our home. 

We pulled into the driveway and parked the car. Once inside, I locked the front door, came up behind Ryan as he was taking his shoes off and wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you for a fun evening, honey. I can't believe I actually got up on stage and sang! I was so nervous!"

"You did great. I'm very proud of you. We should do that again some time." He turned around and pulled me into a deep kiss as the dog started jumping up on our legs, wanting to go out. 

"All right, all right. Hold on one moment," I told him. I turned back to Ryan. "I'm going to let him out quick. But I'll be right back." I winked and smiled at him, anticipating what was going to happen as soon as I got back inside. 

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom," he coyly responded. We kissed once more and he strutted toward the room. I excitedly watched his sexy backside as he went. Insistently, the dog kept jumping up at me.

"Ok, let's go," I told him as I snapped on his leash. I opened the back door into the cool night air. It was still warm enough for pants and short sleeves, but the weather would soon turn cooler as fall hit. I lead the dog to the edge of the back yard and let him go to the bathroom. I thought I heard a rustling sound, but it could have been squirrels so I paid no attention. After he was done, I began walking toward the house again, his ears perked and listening.

"What is it, boy?" I asked. I got somewhat spooked being out there by myself in the dark so we rushed toward the house a little faster. As soon as I opened the back door to go inside, I suddenly dropped the leash as I was pulled backwards, a hand came up to my face and a damp rag was pushed against my mouth and nose. Knowing what it probably was, I forced myself not to freak out or breathe it in. I focused my energy on saving myself and powerfully jammed my elbow into my attacker's side, causing the rag to fall away from my face long enough for me to take a breath of fresh air. I saw a second person run in front of me and close the back door, blocking my route of escape. I couldn't see who the attackers were but I didn't want to find out. With only a split second to make a decision, I flew around and slammed my fist into the person's face who initially grabbed me. 

He stumbled back a bit and lost his balance for a few precious seconds, holding his face. I saw the second person run toward me so I bolted in the opposite direction. I knew I had locked the front door of the house when we got home, so I decided to run for a neighbor's house. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran, but the person who had closed the back door was closing in on me fast. I was never a good runner and now I chastened myself for it. Within a few more feet I felt a strong forearm slice into my back between the shoulder blades. I stumbled and fell hard with all the momentum I was carrying. I quickly turned over knowing I wouldn't have much leverage to fight on my stomach. But just as I turned over my attacker quickly sat on my knees, preventing any leg movement, as I thrashed at him with my arms. I did end up landing a few good hits to his face and chest, but a few seconds later the second attacker reached us and straddled my chest, squeezing me in place with his thighs. 

He was heavier than the one on my knees and I could barely breathe. I kept punching as hard as I could but it wasn't helping much. The cloth was again pressed to my face and this time I had no choice but to breathe in the dampness. The last thing I remember before everything went black was the cruel laughter of my attackers as they quickly carried my limp body to their car and drove away from the neighborhood. My heart sank wondering if I'd ever see Ryan again.



Dominating Me Ch. 05



I groggily woke up what seemed like a few hours later. The sky was still dark so I assumed it was still the same night. Slowly things became clearer. I was still in a car, and it was moving fairly quickly. We must have been going highway speed. It was hard to tell because I was lying down across the back seat with my head in someone's lap. I was afraid to open my eyes more than a slit for fear of being discovered awake. Suddenly I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom very badly. Oh, shit. What a thing to notice at a time like this! I resolved to hold it as long as I could but my legs involuntarily squeezed together and made something attached to my ankles clink a bit. Curious and frightened, I figured I was discovered anyway and wanted to see what made that noise, so I tried moving my head to the edge of his knees to look down but felt something around my neck holding me in place. Reacting to my predicament, I tried raising my hands to my neck to feel what was there when I noticed they were locked behind my back. 

"Ah, I see someone is awake. Too bad she's not going anywhere, are you my little prisoner?" my attacker laughed. My heart raced. Stay calm and don't lose your cool, I thought to myself. I tried plotting a way to get out of the car and away from them, but what could I do? I'd have to think of some reason for them to take off these restraints. Perhaps if I made them think I was weak and scared, they wouldn't be so careful. 

In the meekest possible voice I could muster, I asked, "Please, I need to go to the bathroom. Can we stop somewhere?"

"You'll go when I fucking let you go. Until then, shut the fuck up!" the man yelled down at me as he grabbed my face in his left hand. We rode on for a while and then he told the man driving to pull over at a small 24-hour gas station up ahead. Unfortunately for me, it was one of those gas stations where the bathroom is outside the building and you need a key to get in. The driver went in the gas station to get the key while the man in the back seat with me removed the black leather ankle cuffs and collar. He kept the wrist cuffs on as he pulled me into the now unlocked bathroom. Once inside, he turned on the light and shoved me against the far wall. He had his back to me for a second as he locked the door and when he turned around I finally saw his face in full view.

It was the same man that was staring at me from the karaoke club. But now that I could see his face plainly, I recognized the deep green eyes and rough facial features that I had fawned over all those years ago. "Jake?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief.

"That's right, you fucking bitch. Ever since Shay and I got out we've been planning to get you back. Say goodbye to your old life. You're ours now," he growled as he stalked closer and closer to me, looming over my body before raising his arm and powerfully backhanding me across the face. I fell to the floor in that dirty public bathroom, not being able to catch my balance with my hands still cuffed behind my back. Realizing now who I was dealing with, I knew I had to get away from them, and soon. But I needed these cuffs off before I could attempt to escape.

"I'm sorry!" I shrieked. "I didn't mean for you to get sent to jail. I'll do anything, just please let me go!" I wanted him to think I felt helpless. It was my only chance to break away.

"Shut up and piss, NOW! I'm not wasting my time with you," he yelled back.

"I'm sorry. I can't with my wrists cuffed." He eyed me cautiously before coming over and removing the lock from the cuff rings. 

He gripped my face in his strong hand and pierced my eyes with his. Through clenched teeth he warned, "If you try anything, you will regret it." He stood back between the door and me and crossed his arms, waiting. 

Realizing he planned on watching me, I said, "I can't go with you watching. I won't try anything, I swear. Just please wait outside."

He contemplated arguing, but knew they better get back on the road quickly. "You just remember my warning." And with that, he took the key and stepped out. I panicked, wondering what I should do. But first, I had to go! As I sat there, I thought of possible ideas. I figured both he and Shay would be standing close outside the door waiting for me. Perhaps if I threw the door open hard enough it would knock them off balance and give me a head start. I'd run into the gas station and get the employee to help me, screaming that I'd been kidnapped. It wasn't much of a chance, but I needed to take it. Knowing one of them would rush back in to lock my cuffs as soon as they heard the toilet flush, I got up, pulled up my pants and got close to the door. I reached over, flushed the toilet and as soon as I heard them stepping closer I slammed open the door with my foot. I saw it knock into one of them as I barreled out in a dead run for the gas station door. I started screaming at the top of my lungs but didn't get very far before Shay grabbed my shirt collar from behind and jerked me back. The pull of my shirt against my neck cut off my scream and I started coughing as I fell back against him. Obviously having gained a lot more muscle over the years, he easily dragged me up and back toward the car. Jake was over by us in a split second, grabbing at my flailing legs and helping Shay haul me into the car. 

"You just made a fucking huge mistake there, Madison," Jake snarled as he roughly held me down while Shay locked my ankles and wrists together again. "Did you think I was playing with you?!" he bellowed. "Sit the fuck up!" He slapped me and roughly pulled me into a sitting position in the back seat with my arms uncomfortably linked behind me. He straddled my legs and put the black heavy leather collar back around my neck and locked it with a padlock. There was a chain leash connected to the D-ring and, after he locked the collar in place and sat down in his seat, he shoved my head down in his lap again, restraining me in the position with the leash. Shay took the bathroom key back into the gas station after going himself and came back to the car. He turned to face us. 

"You ever try that shit again and we'll fucking kill you, do you understand me?!" he was holding a sharp silver blade and pointing it at me between the front seats. 

"Answer him, you bitch!" Jake screamed and jerked on the leash.

"Yes, I understand!" I cried out. All I wanted was to be back in Ryan's arms, safe and sound. The thought brought tears to my eyes and I silently wept as Shay peeled out of the parking lot and got back on the highway. 

It occurred to me that I had no idea where we were or where we were headed. I thought I noticed the temperature changing slightly, but I wasn't sure as it was still night. I simply lay there with my head held down in Jake's lap. It was so no one could see me and so I couldn't mouth words like "help" through the glass to passersby, or so they told me. 

On we drove for hours and hours. The sun eventually came up and we drove through most of the day. Shay and Jake took turns driving while one or the other stayed in the back to keep me under control. During the daylight hours, they kept me covered with a thin blanket so no one driving by would see the cuffs, and they kept my collar covered with my hair. To anyone else, it simply looked like I was sleeping, and I did for several hours. I figured I had better save my strength for wherever we were going in case I got a chance to escape. I may have been worried, but I wasn't stupid. They stopped to get food every now and then through fast food drive-thru's or in gas stations. Occasionally one of them gave me a bit of water but they never let me eat anything. "You'll have plenty to eat when we get to where we're headed," they would say, and then they'd look at each other and laugh. I had no idea what they meant by that, but I didn't like the sound of it. They also didn't let me out to go to the bathroom again since I pulled that little stunt at the previous gas station, and I had to go so badly! "Too bad! You ruined it for yourself," Jake told me when I said I had to go. "You'll just have to wait till we get home." 

"Home? What do you mean, home?" I firmly asked.

"Your new home," he replied, emphasizing the words. Once again, I thought of my sweet husband, going out of his mind with worry. I'm sure he had called the police long ago. They must be searching for me. Would they know where to look? 

"Please let me call Ryan! I know he's worried sick about me. I just want to let him know I'm ok. Please!" I begged.

"Maybe we'll let you call him, maybe we won't. For now, shut up! We're almost home." 

It was about 10:00 PM when we reached our destination. The sun had long gone down and the weather felt quite cool when Shay and Jake opened their car doors. We were parked in front of a two-story house in a remote neighborhood. The house itself stood among lots of trees, so neighbors couldn't see in the windows from theirs. 

"Welcome to your new home, Maddie. I guarantee you'll warm up to us quickly," Jake sneered. 

I cringed. Only my family and close friends ever called me by my nickname. It hurt to hear someone as cruel as Jake and Shay call me that. And what did he mean, I'd warm up to them quickly? I definitely needed to find a way to get away from them, but how? Before I had too long to think, Jake pulled me out of the car, with the leash tightly wrapped around one hand and his other hand crushed against my mouth so I couldn't scream. He led me to the front door of the house. I had to take small steps because my ankles were still locked together. Shay had unlocked the door and opened it and within seconds they were ushering me inside, the big heavy door being closed behind me along with my window of opportunity to escape.



Dominating Me Ch. 06



As soon as we were inside with the door securely locked, I was roughly pushed to the floor. My knees created a terrible knocking sound on the hard wood before I sprawled face down before them. Shay stepped on my upper back with one foot, pinning me down, while Jake got in my face and laughed. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I was looking into his face. "So how does it feel to have everything in your life taken away?" he growled, menacingly. "It doesn't feel very good, now does it? DOES IT?!"

"NO," I shouted back, anger filling my voice. "Fuck you! You deserved what you got! I don't deserve this!"

"That fucking mouth is going to get you in a lot of trouble around us." He looked at Shay, "Let's shut her up." Shay went to the kitchen counter nearby and brought back a ball gag. "I don't want to hear another fucking thing from you tonight. You don't deserve to speak," he hissed. He let go of my hair, practically throwing my head down to the floor. I hit my cheek slightly on the hard wood; not hard enough to leave a welt but enough to hurt. I turned my head and spat in Jake's face.

"Fuck you!" I got in, before the gag was forced into my mouth and locked shut behind my head. 

"Let's bring her upstairs so she can think about this in her room," Shay suggested. They each grabbed under my arms and began hauling me up the steps. I started thrashing around, screaming behind the gag, knowing if they got me where they wanted me I'd never get away. This only further inflamed their anger and I was thrown down on the steps right where I was and kicked a dozen times or so. I lost focus when I started losing my breath. After a minute or two, they stopped and proceeded to pick me up and continue to haul my battered body upstairs. 

"So you're going to be a feisty one, are you? Fine. It'll only cost you more pain, which we have no problems dishing out," Jake taunted. 

With that, they dragged me into a bedroom at the end of the hall upstairs. With the lights turned off I couldn't see anything since the windows were covered. But as soon as one of them flipped the switch I saw a myriad of frightening objects hanging on the walls surrounding a large wide-barred cage and a table with metal rings attached to it in the middle of the room. I guessed the instruments on the walls were intended to inflict pain and that the cage was for me. Why did I have to be right? 

Without warning, they pulled me over to the cage, opened the door and threw me in, not bothering to unlock my sore arms and legs. I attempted to sit up and kick at the door, but they shut it with ease and attached a large padlock. Jake reached into the cage through one of the 5x5" squares and unhooked the leash from my collar, pulling it back out of the cage to hang on the wall. Again, I attempted to scream and kick at the door, but the door merely made loud banging noises and my screams were muffled through the ball gag. 

With a triumphant grin on their faces, they turned around to leave the room. Shay turned off the light as he walked out and I heard Jake say, "Welcome home, bitch," before they closed the door and left me in complete darkness. 

I began furiously kicking at the cage door with both feet, but it didn't give way an inch. The bars were made of a thick metal and the padlock holding the door shut was one of those large Master locks you can buy at hardware stores. I was stuck in this damn thing for however long they chose to leave me there. I sure hoped it wouldn't be long. As much as I hated them, I wanted one of them to come back and let me out. I really had to go to the bathroom this time!

The night was long. I heard some rustling around downstairs for a few hours after they threw me in the cage. I assumed they were eating and watching TV or something. But soon, all was quiet. I wasn't about to let them have a peaceful night's sleep while I was lying here uncomfortable, my bladder practically bursting. I was banging on the cage door again, doing my best to be annoying when Jake came storming in. "Shut the fuck up in here!" he bellowed after turning on the light. I just kept banging and whimpering. He was getting so angry! Eventually, he came over, unlocked the door and jerked me out, holding me up by my shirt. "I told you to shut the fuck up!" he screamed in my face. Suddenly, he threw me down, unlocked the gag and ripped it from my mouth.

"I'm sorry," I gushed, "I just have to pee so badly! Please let me go!" I pleaded. He laughed evilly and stepped on my lower abdomen, right where I was bursting. I nearly lost it all over myself. 

"So you have to go, huh? Well, I guess I better take you out," he chuckled, amused at his own joke. He snapped the leash to my collar and unlocked my wrist and ankle cuffs. "Crawl, bitch," he commanded as he led me toward the door. I had to go so badly I was not about to do anything stupid. I crawled as he demanded and we went down the hall to a bathroom. He took me inside and let go of my leash. "Go ahead." He stood there watching me this time, causing my cheeks to burn. But I knew I couldn't ask for privacy with what I had already attempted at the gas station or he might throw me back in the cage without going. I sat down, trying to focus, and soon heard the wild stream I was waiting for. Did that ever feel good! 

As soon as I finished, embarrassed as I was, he led me back to "my" room. He locked my cuffs together, replaced the gag, put me back in the cage and locked it up. 

"See, all you have to do is be a good girl for us and you just might get a reward." I glared at him out of anger and humiliation. "And I don't want to see that look cross your face again, ever. You have no right to glare at me, little one. I call all the shots from now on, you hear me? Now shut up and go to sleep. We'll deal with you in the morning. You have a big day ahead of you." 

With that, he chuckled, turned off the light and closed the door. I heard his footsteps fade down the hallway until they disappeared. Sad, lonely and nervous, I tried to get into as comfortable a position as the cage and being bound would allow, which wasn't very comfortable at all, and tried to fall asleep. But all I could think about was Ryan and when I eventually fell asleep I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

I woke to the sound of rustling and voices somewhere distant in the house. I had forgotten where I was for a moment but all the memories of the past 36 hours or so came rushing back as soon as I tried to move. Oh yeah, I was a prisoner to the world's most insane duo. Now how the hell can I get out of here? Perhaps there is someone else in the house aside from Jake and Shay. Maybe they could hear me and wonder what's going on if I scream. Wait a minute. Scratch that. I still have a gag covering my mouth. I sighed and decided the only noise I could really make would be to start kicking at the cage door again. It was worth a shot. I mustered all the energy I could and began kicking at the door like I had the night before. The metal was clanging and making quite a racket when I heard someone pounding up the stairs. Could it be someone who could save me? My hopes were destroyed when the door opened and light flooded in, basking Jake in color and shadow. He turned on the light and stomped over to the cage. 

"Clearly you got enough sleep last night," he angrily spoke as he unlocked the cage and pulled me out. "Looks like you're going to have to start the day earlier than planned." He began unlocking my wrist and ankle cuffs and removing them from my arms and legs. "Take off your clothes." I hesitated, startled, not knowing what he was going to do. "NOW, damn it!" And he grabbed a cane off the wall and started beating me with it. I screamed into the gag and immediately started peeling off my shoes and socks, then slowly my t-shirt and pants. "All of it!" 

My chin quivered as I hugged my knees to my chest. I couldn't get naked in front of him! Why was he doing this? My eyes pleaded with him to reconsider but he only raised the cane and threatened to lash my bare skin if I did not comply. I slowly hung my head and reached my sore arms behind me to unhook the clasp on my bra. I let it fall down my arms and drop to the floor next to me. I looked up with pleading eyes one more time. 

"I'm losing my patience with you," he growled, and I slowly slipped my fingers into the sides of my underwear and pulled them down over my bent knees, trying to keep some sense of privacy. He grabbed all my clothes in a bundle, my heart pounding in fear of what he was going to do with me like this. "You won't be needing these anymore," he said as he walked out of the room. He came back within 30 seconds and attached the leash to my collar, that and the gag the only items of "clothing" left on my body. I was still sitting on the floor with my knees drawn up to my chin. "Come here," he demanded, pulling on my leash. I didn't want to move but I didn't have a choice the harder he pulled. He practically dragged me into the bathroom I was taken to the previous night. 

Once in the bathroom, he closed the door behind us and dropped the leash. I curled up in a fetal position, trying to hide my body from him as he started to draw a bath. With the water going, he turned to face me. 

"You may as well show yourself to me now. You're going to be naked for us most of the time anyway." He laughed as I cringed and pulled myself into a smaller ball. "Stand up." I didn't move. "Stand up, I said! Don't make me go get Shay. You can do this the easy way or the hard way." I was too humiliated and angry to listen to him so I remained where I was. "Fine. Have it your way, for now." 

With the tub still filling he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and tromped downstairs. I heard him talking to Shay and then heard them both coming up the steps. The door burst back open. 

"Looks like we have a troublemaker on our hands here, Shay. I suggest we teach her to listen." He looked down at me. "Now, I told you to show yourself to me, but you didn't want this the easy way." 

Suddenly, Shay grabbed my ankles and Jake pulled my arms, stretching me out into full view of their hungry eyes. I screamed into the gag and thrashed around, attempting to pull my limbs back in and cover myself, but they were holding on too tightly. 

"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like the bitch was just waiting for this," Shay said, motioning toward my shaved pussy lips and trimmed V above them. I was mortified. "I guess we won't have to take care of that step when we clean her." 

Shocked, I looked at them. What did they mean, when they clean me? I wasn't about to have these assholes touch me anymore than they already had. I swiftly jerked a foot free and kicked Shay square in the chest. He fell back, the wind knocked out of him, and I just as swiftly received a backhand to the face from Jake. 

"I see you've still got some fight left in you," Jake commented. "Don't worry. We'll take care of that." 

As soon as Shay's breath returned, he lunged at me, punching and kneeing me. Jake still had my arms but I had my legs free and kept kicking at Shay until he sat on my legs. When I was rendered immobile, he continued his assault on my face, bare chest and stomach. I was pleading into the gag for him to stop, the tears flowing down the sides of my head. After a few minutes, before I was knocked unconscious, he stopped. 

"Let's clean this bitch up and get her working," Jake suggested, and Shay's anger subsided with an evil grin.

Together, Jake and Shay lifted my battered body into the tub. The second my skin hit the water I was pulled out of my dazed state. It was freezing! I may as well have been bathing in a tub of ice! They pushed my body all the way under the water, submerging my hot, bruised skin. I tried to get free but they held me down. Jake jerked on my collar, pulling my face near his. "Stop moving around or you will regret it," he snarled. Shivering, I stopped. I didn't need a second warning this time. They grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning my bruised skin. My whole body hurt but the shame hurt just as much. 

"Open your goddamn legs!" Shay commanded. He was trying to wash my thighs and pussy but I had my legs clamped together. Jake just gave me a warning glare, still holding the leash tightly in his grip, so I slowly opened them and let Shay wash me. I burned with so much embarrassment it could have warmed the frigid water. 

"Yeah, that's it you little bitch. Let me clean that dirty-ass cunt of yours." He roughly scrubbed my sensitive lips and clit with the washcloth while I covered my breasts with my arms and whimpered against the gag. 

When he finished, Jake left the room to get the lock for the gag and my collar. He told me he had to wash my hair so I was all clean for them, but he didn't want the gag and collar to get wet. Jake came back, unlocked the gag and pulled it out of my mouth, and unlocked and unbuckled the collar. My jaw ached so terribly after being open in that stupid gag for so many hours. I could barely use the muscles to close it. 

Rather than using a bucket to wet my hair for the shampoo, Jake simply dunked me underwater and held me there until he felt my hair was sufficiently ready. When he pulled me up I gasped for air a few times as he got the shampoo and cleaned my hair. Then, he dunked me back under several times to get the suds out, laughing when I would come up gasping. 

Finally, the torture was over and they pulled me out of the tub. My skin had turned a light shade of blue and I was shivering uncontrollably. Shay threw a towel at me, which I immediately wrapped myself in and Jake told me to be out in five minutes, or else. They left the room and I heard one of them go back downstairs. 

I broke down and fell to the floor in sobs. I was scared, sad and lonely. I missed Ryan. I wanted nothing more than to be back in his safe and comforting arms but, instead, I was who knows where with these two lunatics, being physically and emotionally abused. Why? Oh, because I happened to see them dealing drugs nine years ago and they were caught and sent to jail, or whatever they were in. 

My thoughts were making me angrier at my predicament and I resolved that I would get out of it somehow. There had to be a way! I would not be stuck here as their prisoner forever. But I had to play along, at least for a little while. Perhaps they would let their guard down a little bit if I earned some freedoms. But first, I had to get out of the bathroom. I was sure my five minutes were almost up. I quickly went to the bathroom, finished drying off and opened the door. 

Jake was leaning against the wall across from the bathroom door, waiting for me. He quickly reattached the collar and snatched up my leash. "Get on your hands and knees!" he yelled, and I obeyed. He pulled me back to my room to put my wrist and ankle cuffs back on, though he didn't chain them together like before. He did not put the ball gag back on, and I was thankful. My jaw needed a break, and I was hoping I'd get some food. I was starving! I hadn't eaten since the dinner I made for Ryan and me. Oh, Ryan! Would you ever find me? I turned my eyes down in sorrow.



Dominating Me Ch. 07



The next thing I knew, Jake was dragging me down the stairs. I had to crawl quickly so he wouldn't jerk the leash and pull me down the steps. When we reached the bottom, I quickly observed the layout of the house. The front hall, kitchen and living room were all connected and very open. It would be very difficult to escape out the front door with no one seeing, I thought. I'll have to learn their routines and escape when no one's around.

The shiny wood floor felt cool and hard beneath my bare knees and hands as I crawled into the kitchen behind Jake. Shay had been in the living room watching TV until he heard us come into the kitchen. He got up from the couch and came over by us. 

"Sit up, pet," Jake commanded and pulled on the leash until I kneeled up and sat on my heels. I instinctively tried to cover myself. He handed the leash over to Shay, then bent down and placed my head in a bowed position, pushed my shoulders back, put my arms behind my back and made me grasp my wrists, and spread my knees wide open. I looked at him as he stood back up. 

"Look down at the floor!" he yelled, and I quickly lowered my eyes. "We are going to go over the rules right now so we can get busy. First, you will call both of us Master or Sir. If you use any other name, you'll be beaten. You were brought here to be our slave for whatever we desire. You no longer have a life other than here, so don't plan on leaving this house any time soon. As our slave, you will satisfy all of our needs without question and you will always be lower than us. When you serve us, you will always kneel in this position and never look us in the face unless we tell you to. You are to follow commands without hesitation or you will face punishment. Oh, and you are not allowed to speak unless told to. If we ask you a question, you will answer appropriately with 'Master or Sir.' Finally, as of this time, you have no liberties. You must ask permission for everything. If we ever feel nice enough to give you any liberties, we'll let you know. But we don't see that happening for a long time. Understand?" 

I sat motionless, too stunned and numb from Jake's words to answer. "I said, do you understand me?!" he bellowed, jerking my collar and forcing me to look up into his eyes. My own eyes wide with fear, I nodded slightly. For that, I received a swift backhand to the face. The force knocked me to my side and I lay, curled up in a ball, on the cold floor holding my face and crying out at the rage I felt toward them. 

"What's the matter, girl?" Shay mocked, "I thought you liked it rough. You sure seemed to enjoy it with your hubby." 

That set me off, realizing they had seen Ryan and me that night after the dance club, and then having the gall to joke about it when they knew how much I missed him already. I shot up off the floor and attempted to attack Shay but they were ready. I only managed to hit him in the arm as Jake pulled me away and wrestled me to the floor. 

Holding my face in his hand, he sneered, "Looks like you're going to have to learn through punishment, I guess. But first, get up and make some breakfast, pet. We'll deal with you afterwards." Jake pulled me up by the neck and shoved me toward the kitchen counter. "You have 15 minutes. I suggest you hurry." With that, the two of them walked into the living room and sat on the couch. 

Thinking this was my chance, I bolted toward the front door at full speed, grabbed the handle and pulled. It didn't budge. I frantically tried unlocking the deadbolt but the door still wouldn't open. Frustrated and angry, I pounded on the door and screamed at the top of my lungs hoping someone outside would hear. This did nothing except piss them off. 

I turned around to see Jake calmly waltzing toward the door, the expression on his face making me freeze. "By the way, did we forget to mention that all the doors and windows in the house are locked? Oh, and the windows are bulletproof glass, just in case you decide to try breaking one. So don't worry, you won't get out so easily. Now get the fuck back in the kitchen! Don't make me say it again," he threatened through clenched teeth, pointing toward the kitchen. "You have 13 minutes." 

I quickly slipped past and he went back to the living room. I started looking through all the drawers and cupboards, looking for a knife or some kind of weapon, but all I found was a plastic spoon and paper plates. No glass, no sharp knives, not even a metal fork. Defeated for the moment, I figured I should probably throw something together before they got even angrier. 

I happened to see some peanut butter, jelly and bread in the refrigerator, so I decided to make PB & J toast. I pulled out three plates, the ingredients and the flimsy plastic spoon. I popped some bread slices into the toaster and poured some orange juice while they got hot. I pulled the toast out and spread the peanut butter and jelly on individual slices with the back of the spoon. I put the slices on the plates and took two plates into the living room and set them down on the coffee table in front of Jake and Shay before retrieving the paper cups of juice. 

After setting it all down in front of them, I turned to head back to the kitchen to devour mine when Jake jerked my leash, forcing me to fall sideways toward him. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? I never said you could make your own breakfast! We have something else for you to eat this morning." At that, Jake and Shay laughed as they glanced at each other. I was afraid to find out what they meant, but I didn't move or say anything. 

"Get over here and pull out my cock, bitch," Shay demanded. "DO IT!" 

Realizing what they had in store for me, I cringed as I hesitated and then slowly crawled over to him. I knelt in front of him and tentatively reached my hands toward his pants. Shame and anger burned through me and I vowed they would regret this, somehow. Reaching the waistband of his pants, I unsnapped and unzipped them, pulling his semi-erect cock from beneath. Looking at my wedding ring still on my left hand, I felt a surge of guilt flow through me at what I was about to do, even though I knew I was being forced. I felt nauseous. With trembling hands I just sat there holding Shay's cock, afraid to move. 

"Now put it in your mouth and suck it, nicely. Don't even think of trying anything funny," he warned, taking out the sharp blade he pulled on me in the car and lifting my chin with the flat of its tip until I was looking into his eyes, "understand?" 

Lowering my eyes in disgust, I managed to reply through clenched teeth, "Yes…" But when he didn't let go of my chin, I knew what he was waiting for. "…Sir," I finished. 

He slid the cold blade along my jaw until it was held just above my collar at the side of my neck, then he roughly snatched a handful of hair and pulled me toward his cock with his other hand. A squeal of pain and anger escaped my throat as my lips came reluctantly upon it, and I desperately wished there was a way out of this. I shut my eyes, hoping to block out reality.

"Open your mouth!" he shouted, and I quickly obeyed for fear of what he would do with the knife. His semi-erect cock filled my mouth as he pushed my head down onto it. I could feel it grow larger and reach toward my throat. I started getting scared that he would make me deep throat him, knowing full well I would probably throw up if he did. I began lightly sucking, just enough to cause a stir and a jerk in his cock. I heard laughter from Jake and moans from Shay as I sucked. I could feel it swelling in my mouth and prayed this would be enough to satiate him. 

My fears soon became realized when he grew to full size and, after handing the knife to Jake, shoved my head down with both hands until my face was pushed into his groin. His long, slim cock drove deep into my throat. Gagging and choking while trying to push myself away so I could gasp for air, I began thrashing my arms at his legs and stomach. I dug my nails into his skin as hard as I could and punched with all I had until Jake held my arms down. With no other choice, I started to bite down on his cock. I didn't get too far before my head was jerked up and I was thrown backwards to the floor. I gasped for air but, unable to control my reflexes, started dry heaving immediately since I had nothing in my stomach. 

Furious, Shay got off the couch and stood over me. He had grabbed back the knife and all I saw was the sheen of the blade as it was raised in the air before I tried to move away. Shay brought the blade down in a quick swipe toward my face. I turned just in time to only receive a shallow slice in the cheek. I howled from fear and pain as he brought it down again across my bare upper arm. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, stop!" I shrieked, covering my face with my hands and curling into a ball in an attempt to protect myself. Suddenly, my hands were torn away from my face and a strong grip engulfed my neck and lifted my head off the floor. Shay's fiery eyes pierced mine as he screamed at me.

"Did you think I was fucking kidding?! Don't you EVER do that again or I'll fucking kill you! Do you understand me?!" he threatened, holding the point of the knife under my chin, cutting into my flesh. I knew he meant it.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I've just never done…" I began trying to explain, but he cut me off.

"Shut up!" he yelled in my face before slapping me hard, causing my head to hit the floor. I lay there, dazed and in pain for a minute as Shay went back to the couch. "I think somebody needs to be cuffed again. I've had it with her interfering," I heard him tell Jake. 

Jake got up off the couch and ran upstairs. When he returned, he was holding the locks that held my wrist and ankle cuffs together. He came over to me, picked me up to a kneeling position, locked my wrists behind my back and locked my ankles together. I now had very little freedom of my limbs. Feeling helpless and in pain, I lowered my head and felt silent tears stream down my face, burning when they reached the cut on my left cheek. I glanced over to my left arm and saw the cut there, too. A trail of blood was slowly streaming down the outside of my arm from the gash near my shoulder. Jake went back to the couch. For several minutes, they sat there eating their breakfast and watching me suffer. 

As soon as they finished eating, Shay beckoned me to crawl back to him. I was afraid of what he might do, but decided I was in no position to argue. I gingerly crawled on my knees toward him. His pants were still open and his cock was sitting there, semi-erect as before. 

"You better eat your breakfast before it gets cleaned up and you get none," he joked, motioning toward his cock. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and bent over, hands still locked behind my back. This time, when he grabbed my head and pushed me on his cock I couldn't thrash at him or push myself away. I was forced to take it deep into my throat and I couldn't do anything about it. Immediately, I started gagging again and trying to breathe, but he didn't let me up until I thought I was going to pass out. As soon as his cock was released from my throat I took in several huge gulps of air before I was pushed back down. He did this for a few minutes before I heard his breath get ragged, his moans stronger. Suddenly, he pulled out of my throat but kept the head in my mouth and I felt a repulsive gob of his hot semen shoot across my tongue. 

"Swallow it, bitch!" he barked between moans and grunts of pleasure. I tasted his salty seed in my mouth and wanted to vomit right then and there, but I knew I had to comply. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was Ryan I had just sucked off and that his cum was in my mouth instead of this asshole's. That seemed to help and I swallowed without losing a drop. 

"Now that's a good girl. I think you deserve a reward. What do you think, Jake?" he looked over at him with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Yeah, I think you deserve a big reward for taking that so nicely." I didn't like the sound of this. I knew better than to expect something truly rewarding. I just wondered what horrible task they'd have me perform now. Unfortunately, I didn't have to wait long. Jake's hands moved down to his pants and began unbuttoning and unzipping them as well. Not again!, I thought. Please, not again! I whimpered, knowing I shouldn't speak unless told to, hoping this would at least make him feel a little pity for me. "Don't worry. You'll get really good at this in no time," he snickered in response to my whimpering. "Come here and do a good job or you'll beg for this compared to what we'll do to you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, staring down at the floor. 

I crawled the short distance between the two of them and positioned myself at Jake's feet. His cock, which was a little shorter but thicker than Shay's, loomed in front of me. I silently hoped it wouldn't gag me as badly as Shay's did. I inched my face forward as I bent at the waist until my lips rested upon the head. Tentatively, I stuck my tongue out and licked at it. There was already a shiny drop of precum on the tip from his excitement over watching me suck off Shay. It tasted slightly bitter and salty as I swirled my tongue around the head before fully engulfing his cock into my mouth. Thankfully it didn't reach quite so far back, but I still gagged when he pushed my head down into his pelvis. He pumped my mouth up and down his cock several times before letting go of my head and making me do it on my own. By that point, I didn't know which hurt worse: gagging again and again as I was forced to deep throat or having to suck him off by my own will, if one could call it my own. My neck was starting to get very tired and sore, but Jake didn't seem to be on the edge yet. I wondered, absentmindedly, how long I had been sucking him. I continued to bob my head up and down for several more minutes, varying my speed and strength of sucking, until I felt his cock begin to spasm. 

"Fuck yeah! Suck it!" he grunted. Quickly after, I felt the hot cum pour into my mouth. I desperately wanted to spit it out at him, but figured I better save myself the trouble. Besides, I remembered, in order to get them to let their guard down so I could escape, I'd have to get on their good side. Reluctantly, I swallowed without much of a fight and licked the rest of the cum off his cock before he zipped up his pants. "Now that was better. Why the hell didn't you do it like that the first time?" It was a rhetorical question, and I knew they expected full compliance next time.

They left me kneeling on the floor in front of the couch as they got up to throw away their breakfast plates. I bowed my head, tasting the bitter, salty remnants of their cum and wishing I could wake up from this nightmare safely in Ryan's arms. But that was not to be. I noticed them returning to the living room and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I wondered what torture they would now have me endure. Quickly, Jake grabbed under my arms, Shay took my legs and they carried me to the stairs. I didn't put up much of a struggle this time. I simply lay slack as if in shock. 

When we reached the top of the stairs, they hauled me into the bathroom and lay me on the floor in front of the sink. Jake went rummaging through a cabinet along the back wall of the small room and turned back around with a clear bottle, some gauze pads and medical tape. They rolled me onto my right side so my left arm was facing upward. Shay held me down as Jake opened the bottle, poured some of the liquid onto a gauze pad and applied it to the gash on my arm. I winced and ground my teeth together, taking in a sharp breath, as I realized it was rubbing alcohol they were applying. It burned and stung with great strength as the fluid drenched the gash. 

"We can't let you get infected and have to go to the hospital, now can we? After all, we have plans for you and they don't include stepping out of this house," Jake taunted. With that, he pushed the gauze pad against my cheek and, in reaction, I pulled my face away and squeezed my eyes shut. He continued to blot at it and then he wrapped my arm in a clean bandage. Nice touch, I thought to myself sarcastically. I felt my wrists being unlocked and my body was pulled into a sitting position. 

"You have five minutes to go to the bathroom. When you're finished, you will crawl into the hallway and kneel until I come to get you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I whispered quietly. As soon as they were gone, I rinsed my face and washed the taste of cum from my mouth. Being forced to give them blowjobs had been degrading and I felt guilty about it, but it was better than having them force themselves into my pussy. I decided then and there I would not let that happen, no matter what else I had to go through. They would not take me as a married woman. As a small sense of relief flooded through me, I finished in the bathroom and crawled to a kneeling position in the hallway. I only waited a few minutes before Jake came back to get me. 

"Good girl," he said, noticing I followed his instructions. He attached the leash to my collar and pulled me toward my bedroom. It was harder to crawl this time since my ankles were still locked together, but I made it slowly. I secretly hoped he would simply dump me back into my cage and leave me there the rest of the day, but somehow I didn't think I'd be that lucky. Sure enough, as soon as we came through the door, I noticed Shay was standing by the padded black table in the middle of the room. My heart skipped a beat as my mind quickly conjured up images of what they might do to me, and I stopped dead in my tracks. 

"Don't you dare give us trouble. Get your ass over to that table and climb up on it, right now!" Jake growled as he unhooked the leash from my collar. 

Mentally preparing myself for what might come, I confidently took a deep breath and crawled to the table. With the light on in the room, I noticed the eyelets placed at each corner. I was sure my cuffs would be locked to them. Sometimes I hated being right. As soon as I hoisted myself onto the table, they flipped me onto my stomach, grabbed my arms and legs and began locking them to the eyelets. Jake came to the head of the table, squatted to my level and stared me directly in the eyes. 

"Remember when you called me on the phone back in eighth grade? How desperately you wanted to go out with me? How you told me you could be anything I wanted you to be? Do you remember that?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"How could I forget? I regretted that mistake for years," I spat back, for a split second remembering how I used to fawn over the bold green eyes that were now piercing into mine. I pushed the recollection aside and looked away. He pulled my face back toward him, making me look into his eyes again.

"You still want me, don't you? You want to be mine; want to feel me control you," he arrogantly stated.

"Fuck you! You had your chance with me and you blew it. I belong to someone else now," I yelled at him, anger and a twinge of hurt filling my voice. He merely responded with a chuckle as he rose and trailed a finger along my spine. 

My mind spun with confusion as I fought back the questions my mind began throwing at me. Did I still feel something for him? How could I, after all the hurt he put me through? What kind of horrible person am I for even giving him a second thought when I had a loving husband out there, worried sick and looking for me? I felt so angry, so confused, so hurt. This shouldn't be happening to me! I must be strong. Think of Ryan. Think of how good he is to me. No one else could be good to me like that. 

"Yes, that's it. I see the struggle you're having. I can tell you're questioning yourself. Soon enough you'll be my little slave," Jake taunted. That snapped me out of my quandary immediately.




Dominating Me Ch. 07



"No! I will never submit to you willingly! For as long as you keep me here, I am a prisoner to you and nothing else," I yelled, roughly pulling against my bonds for effect.

"Very well, my little prisoner. We can do this the hard way. Shay, you know what to do." I heard Shay laugh as he took something off the wall and came back over to the table. My heart started pounding and I knew, whatever he planned on doing, it would hurt. Jake casually walked over to the head of the table and squatted in front of me like he did before. He held my chin up in his hand, forcing me to look at him once more. "You just let me know when you're ready to submit to me," he said with an evil smile. 

I swallowed hard and my pulse quickened, causing me to breathe harder in anticipation of what was to come. I didn't have to wait long before I felt an explosion of pain across the back of my thighs. I screamed out and tensed all the muscles in my body. Again, the crack of the cane came down on my flesh, leaving long, red stripes that burned like nothing I had ever felt before. Shay continued beating me, covering the back of my legs, my ass and my back, until I could no longer see through my tear-clouded eyes. Jake simply continued to hold my chin in his hand and watch my pained expressions, every once in a while stroking my hair. I didn't notice Shay had momentarily stopped because my flesh was burning and stinging so strongly.  

"Are you ready to submit to me?" he asked. I knew the beating wouldn't stop until I agreed, but I couldn't bring myself to say yes.

"No," I whispered, my voice so hoarse from screaming it could hardly be heard. All I remember after that was the cane being brought down again and again on my stinging flesh before the world went black. 



Dominating Me Ch. 08



I groggily woke up and, from a little light emanating from a night-light, noticed I was back in the cage. Jake and Shay were no longer in the room. I had no idea how long I had been out or what time it was, though I suspected it was the middle of the night given the silence in the house and the darkness coming through the blinds. Aside from observing my surroundings, all I could focus on was my intense headache and the throbbing, burning sensation that radiated across my flesh. I attempted to move, trying to take some pressure off the welts and bruises on my thighs, butt and back, but the slightest tension of my muscles caused such pain I couldn't stop a squeal from escaping my lips. I gave up and lay still, tears stinging my eyes as I tried to settle back into the position in which I had been laid. My body froze instantly as I heard a toilet flush in a distant part of the upstairs, a sign I had woken someone up when I squealed. I prayed I would be left alone, at least until morning.

I woke up again several hours later to the sound of the bedroom door opening. Jake and Shay walked in and, momentarily forgetting the intense pain, I immediately tried to scramble to the back of the cage to crouch in a fetal position, afraid of what they would do to me next. However, as soon as I started moving I shrieked again as the sensations flooded my body. I fell to my side and grabbed onto the bars to keep myself from landing on the wounds. Facing away from them, I lay on my right hip, holding onto the bars for dear life and squeezing my eyes shut as the pain slowly subsided.

"So, are you ready to submit to me now?" I heard Jake ask.

Without turning my head, I shakily nodded and managed to meekly respond, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He walked over to the cage, unlocked the door and opened it. "Come on out. It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you." For the first time since the night they kidnapped me, there was a genuine calmness to his voice. I didn't know what to make of it, but I didn't want it to go away. 

I slowly tried to make my way out of the cage, moving as tenderly as I could. I still whimpered and winced as the muscles tightened and relaxed around my bruises and welts, but I tried not to scream again. I clenched my teeth together and made it the rest of the way out onto the carpet on my hands and knees. When I was fully out of the cage, Jake removed my collar and cuffs, then he and Shay carefully picked me up so I was lying stomach-side-down in their arms and they carried me into the bathroom. I was put down in the tub, again on my hands and knees. There was no water in it yet, so I was confused as to what they were doing. 

"You can pee now before we give you a bath." With that, they stood up and waited. Now, not only was I burning with pain, my cheeks turned red with humiliation as I was forced to pee onto the floor of the tub. I knew it would be terribly painful to sit on a toilet for several days, so this was the only way. I had just hoped they would at least give me some privacy. However, it was not to be. I was their slave now, for as long as they chose to keep me, until I was found or until I could escape. I began to give into that fact and decided I would do everything I could to please them, as long as they did not try to rape me. 

I began to relax my muscles and let the pee run down my legs onto the floor of the tub. It was so humiliating, yet I felt such relief! After I was finished, Shay turned on the faucet to a soothing lukewarm temperature. He splashed some water on the tub floor to rinse it before filling the tub for my bath. I remained frozen in position until the water arose high enough to reach the metal circle on the side of the tub. My forearms and half my legs were submerged, but the rest of my body was still outside the water. I was afraid of the pain I would feel if the water touched my wounded skin, but I knew they planned to wash all of me. I simply stayed in position as long as I could, but eventually Jake told me to lie down in the water. My pulse increased as I took a deep breath, clenched my teeth together and closed my eyes. Slowly, I lowered my body down. My skin seared as soon as the first patches of battered skin touched the water. I whimpered through my teeth and breathed a little harder.

"Come on, you can do it. Take the pain like a good little slave," Jake encouraged. The pain was so intense. I had never felt anything like it before. Every nerve was on fire, causing my entire body to throb. After a minute or so my body was fully submerged in the water while my feet and head stuck out. They each took a washcloth and gently cleaned around the wounds and the rest of my body. I screamed out in pain every time they got close to a wound and nearly blacked out again from the intensity. I noticed the water begin to take on a slightly reddish tinge, and I realized Shay had actually inflicted gashes along my back, butt and thighs. They paid no attention and continued to gently wash me until my body was clean. They did not wash my hair this time. They simply told me I could kneel back up on my hands and knees while they drained the tub. I kneeled as still as possible while the reddish water washed away down the drain. 

The cool air on my moist skin felt good and brought a little relief to the wounds. Jake brought over a clean towel and began blotting my skin dry, avoiding the open wounds that started slightly bleeding again from being washed. When I was mostly dry, Shay came back into the bathroom carrying my collar, cuffs and the ball gag. I didn't want to have to wear the gag again, but I knew better than to argue. I let them attach my collar and cuffs easily, then obeyed their command to open my mouth. Jake slipped the gag between my lips and locked it shut behind my head. 

"This, little one, is to muffle your screams when we clean your wounds." Seeing the fear in my eyes, he continued, "It has to be done. Like we said yesterday, we can't let you get infected, now can we?" There was such an unusual tenderness in his voice all of a sudden. 

I was very confused and scared at this point, but I continued to kneel as still as possible until they decided to move me. Shay gathered the rubbing alcohol and clean gauze pads while Jake carried me back into the bedroom and laid me face-down on the table. Memories of the night before flashed through my mind and my heart raced in panic. One by one, they attached my limbs to the eyelets. I was panting and whimpering, trying to look behind me to see what they were going to do.

"Shh, little one. We're going to clean these gashes now." Jake stroked my hair and looked down at me as he spoke. I heard the bottle swish and a moment later felt even stronger pain against my wounds than the bath water ever felt! I screamed through the gag and tensed my muscles as the wet gauze was dabbed against my broken skin. I panted and dropped my head to the table while the pain slowly subsided, only to scream out and tense again as another gauze pad was applied. My face was hot and wet from the tears of pain rushing down my cheeks. I continued to scream throughout their treatment, Jake's hand occasionally brushing through my hair to calm me. When they were finished I crumpled on the table, sore and spent. My breath slowly calmed to a normal level and Jake unlocked the gag and took it from between my lips. 

"You were a good girl. I know that hurt, but we had to do it. I hope you'll obey us from now on so we don't have to hurt you that much, but we will if we have to. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied softly, my voice cracking from screaming so hard.

"Rest now. We'll come back in a little while to see how you're doing." They turned and left to go downstairs while I lay there, bound and throbbing.

A while later, perhaps several minutes or even hours, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs again. When the door opened, Jake came in and walked over to the table. I immediately tensed.

"Relax. I'm going to take you downstairs now and give you something to eat. You haven't eaten for a couple days. I'm sure you're hungry."

I hadn't even thought of it during all the pain I'd been in, but now that he mentioned food my stomach started growling furiously. Jake unlocked my cuffs from the table's eyelets and gathered me in his arms. Though they had given me some time to recuperate, I was still in pain. He carried me downstairs and into the kitchen where he set me down on the floor. I kneeled there on all fours and looked around. I didn't see Shay anywhere, but my curiousness as to his whereabouts vanished the second Jake put my food down on the floor. In a dog dish, he had put a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a peeled banana. Next to that, he set down a large cup of orange juice. Beginning to learn their rules, I didn't go after it right away, even though my stomach was killing me. I looked at the food and asked, without lifting my eyes, "May I please eat, Sir?"

"Go ahead, my pet." Jake ruffled my hair and I dove in. Food had never tasted so good! I think it was all gone in under two minutes flat. "Well, well. I see someone was hungry!" 

Jake picked up the dishes and rinsed them out for later while I knelt on the floor licking the last bits off my fingers. Once finished, he attached the leash to my collar again and slowly led me into the living room. It still hurt to crawl, but it wasn't as bad as it had been that morning. I was just glad that he was being unusually nice this morning and taking it easy on me. When we got in the living room, he sat down on the couch and unhooked my leash. 

"Lay down at my feet, pet." I lay on my side, curled up in a ball at his feet. "Shay is going to be gone for a few hours on business, so I think this would be a good time to discuss some rules and expectations. If I ask you a question, I expect you to answer, or you'll be getting dessert earlier than planned. Understand?" To emphasize what he meant, he unzipped the fly of his pants. I knew exactly what he meant by "dessert."

"Yes, Sir," I quickly replied. 

"Good girl. Now, we already went over some of the basics yesterday morning. But since we have the time today, I'm going to go over everything. First, from now on I am your Master, so that is how you will address me. You will address Shay as "Sir." You will be punished if you forget or if you call us any other name. As your Master, I will always have the last say, but if Shay tells you to do something you had better do it. You will also be punished if you don't respond fast enough. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Second, when you serve us, you will always kneel with your legs spread open, your arms behind your back gripping your wrists, your head bowed and your eyes down. You are not to look us in the eyes or change position unless we tell you to."

"Yes, Master."

Suddenly, Jake reached down and grabbed my chin, causing my body to tense. "Third, you are not to speak unless we give you permission or ask you to!" I could feel his eyes piercing me, though I didn't dare look up at him to see. I also remained silent, knowing he hadn't asked me to respond. "Good," he replied after a moment, and he pushed my chin away as he sat up. "You will also never talk back. That is grounds for an immediate beating. Fourth, you are here to be our slave, which means you will clean the house, do our laundry, make our food, and do whatever else we command you to do. If you don't do a good job, you'll be punished. You will always wear the collar and cuffs unless you're in the bath, and you will wear nothing else but that around the house, unless we have businessmen over. But then again, we may just decide to share you with them too. You never know."

My eyes grew wide with all the information I was hearing. "Master?" I whispered, hoping not to be punished for trying to ask permission to speak. 

"What is it, pet?" 

"You aren't going to have sex with me, are you? Please don't rape me! I'm a married woman! I'll do anything else, just please don't do that!" I pleaded.

Jake leaned forward to look down at me. "Pet, we'll do whatever we feel like doing to you. If you want to consider it rape, fine. But I can assure you, we will have our way with you. You're our slave now. You don't belong to anyone else anymore. You better get used to it," he answered, smugly.

I lay there in shock as he leaned back into the couch. I had to find a way out of here, and soon. And when they try to take me, I vowed to myself they would not take me easily. I would fight back as long as I could.

I listened, numbly, for the following few hours as Jake laid out all the rules and expectations of me. I tried responding to all his questions and demands, but my thoughts kept drifting away and I'd be brought back to reality with a sharp smack or kick to my crumpled body when I didn't answer. By the time Shay got back, it was dark and I was lying on the floor at Jake's feet with a few extra bruises and dried tears on my cheeks.

"So I see things went well here today," Shay said, looking down at me and smirking.

"Yeah, I think she's learning all the rules. Aren't you, pet?"

"Yes, Master," I monotonously replied.

"How did the deal go?" Jake asked, turning back to Shay.

"Awesome. We got a sweet break from The Boss for our good business over the last few months." As he was talking, he pulled open the backpack he was carrying and showed Jake all the drugs inside. I figured they'd be back at it as soon as they got out of jail. "We even got a little something for you," he sneered down at me.

I opened my eyes wide with surprise and fear. Knowing I shouldn't speak without permission, I simply whimpered my response and curled into a tighter ball on the floor, hoping they wouldn't seriously consider drugging me. 

"We won't have to use it if you're a good girl," Jake commented. "But if you don't do as we tell you or if you put up a struggle, we will."

This created a serious conflict within my mind as I thought of the consequences of fighting them if they tried to rape me. I could give in and let them take me without a fight so they wouldn't drug me, or I could struggle and realize what my punishment would be for that. But what if they simply decided to drug me regardless? That's probably what they would do anyway, I thought to myself. I resolved in my mind that I would fight, no matter what. They weren't going to make me give in so easily. 

"I'm fucking starving. Do we have anything to eat?" Shay asked.

"I thought we'd just order in pizza or something tonight until we can go out and get some food tomorrow," Jake replied.

"Sounds good. And what about for our little slave? Does she deserve any food today?" he asked, sarcastically.

"I'll just give her a couple bites of my pizza. But I'm sure what she really wants is dessert. She's been waiting for it all day," Jake taunted, sarcastically drawing out the last two words.

The comment made my stomach lurch. What happened to the kind Jake of this morning? Obviously it was all an act. He didn't really care about me or feel sorry for me. I was nothing but a toy to them. It stung to realize that, but at the same time it helped me distance myself from them. Besides, why should I have expected anything more?

Jake got up and dialed one of the local pizza places and ordered two large cheese pizzas and two 2-liter bottles of soda. Then he came back to the couch and flipped on the TV until the pizzas came. When they were delivered to the door, I was about to scream out to the delivery guy but Jake beat me to it. He swiftly snatched up my head in his hands and crushed my mouth and nose so hard under one hand I couldn't breathe, let alone make a sound. 

"Don't even think about it, little one," he quietly hissed in my ear. 

I struggled for air, but thankfully Shay paid the guy quickly and shut the door. As soon as it was locked, Jake let go of my face. I gasped in air with large gulps until my heartbeat returned to normal. Then I was promptly dropped to the floor and allowed to curl back up into a ball at Jake's feet as Shay brought the pizza and soda over to the couch. 

My stomach growled furiously as I smelled their pizza. I desperately wished to myself that I would be allowed some food. As if reading my thoughts, Jake held the little crescent of crust from his first pizza slice down by my face, telling me I could go ahead and eat it. I snatched it from his fingers and devoured it as fast as I could. That little piece made my stomach growl even louder, but I had to wait until he was done with his second slice to receive the crust again. I devoured that piece too, hoping there would be more. Soon after, I was granted a third, but after that slice he had his fill and I knew I wouldn't be getting any more. I lay there, not even close to satiated, when I heard someone's zipper coming down. NO, I screamed in my mind. I knew what was coming.

"Get up here, pussy, and suck my cock," Shay demanded. Terrible thoughts of throwing up my "dinner" quickly passed through my mind as I obeyed, kneeling in front of him. "You better do a damn good job, you understand?" he threatened.

"Yes, Sir," I quietly replied, staring down. 

Immediately, I pulled his pants open and saw his cock poking through his boxers. I pulled on the waistband of his boxers and pants to lower them. He shifted to allow me to push them down his legs. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and moved forward, taking his cock in my mouth for the second time. I focused on doing the best job I could without losing my supper so I might not incur their wrath again, and it seemed like Shay was thoroughly enjoying himself. When he was close to cumming, he grabbed my head and pushed down, impaling my mouth on his cock. I could feel his cum spurt down my throat and I swallowed as much as I could. When he let go of my head, I caught a few breaths before going ahead and cleaning him with my tongue. 

"Fuck yeah," he moaned. 

I swallowed my disgust and simply knelt back on my feet in front of him, waiting until I was told to move.

"That was a good little pussy," Jake commended. I didn't move or acknowledge what he said. I simply sat there listening, waiting. Suddenly, he opened his belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his pants and boxers down as well. I may as well get it over with, I thought to myself. Instead, he patted his lap and said, "come up here." His cock was hardening and my heart started pounding in fear knowing that my pussy would be so close to it. 

I slowly stood up and sat down on the edge of his knees. He pulled me back toward him so I sat sideways on his lap, my left arm against his chest. I could feel his cock rubbing against my hip. He wrapped his arms around me and held me in a firm embrace tight to his body. For a moment he was still, but then he began slowly grinding against my hip. Nervously, I sat motionless as Shay got up to take the pizza boxes to the kitchen. Suddenly, Jake lifted me up and maneuvered me over his cock, ready to push it in my pussy. 

"NO!" I screamed. I realized what he was doing and promptly reacted, shoving my body away from him and falling on the carpet as I broke his grip. I scrambled across the floor to the far side of the couch but didn't have much of anywhere to go. I couldn't run because, no matter which direction I took, Jake or Shay would catch me. Without much of a choice, I grabbed onto the arm of the couch as hard as I could and crouched down behind it, holding on for dear life. Jake was right behind me and, after Shay heard the commotion, he came back to the living room as well. 

"Don't fucking do this, Madison!" Jake boomed, grabbing me around the waist and attempting to pull my body away from the couch. "We already went over this. You're mine to fuck if I feel like it. Now let go!" 

He jerked hard one last time and my grip on the couch broke. But, he wasn't going to get me that easily. Jake lifted me up from under my arms and, just as Shay went to grab my legs, I fiercely kicked him with one foot right in the crotch. He staggered and fell backwards, trying to catch his breath while holding himself between the legs. Without a second to lose, I suddenly slammed my head back into Jake's face. He immediately dropped me, covering his nose with his hands, and I broke into a desperate run. I didn't know where I was going, since I knew I was locked inside, but I had to go somewhere. 




Dominating Me Ch. 08



I decided to run upstairs toward my room and try to lock myself in. Maybe I could break the window with something in the room. It was worth a try, I thought. I sprinted up the steps and down the hall to my room. I quickly shut the door and turned the lock, then immediately looked for something to break the glass. I had to find something heavy since it was bulletproof. I looked around, desperately trying to find something I could throw or smash against it. The only thing that might have been heavy enough was a small dresser or the cage they had locked me in, but I couldn't lift either of them. Instead, I took a wooden chair from the corner of the room and began hitting the glass with it as hard as I could. All it did was bounce off and cause one of the legs to splinter.

Within moments, I heard one or both of them tromping up the steps. Oh shit, I thought, panicking. I knew I'd be in for it if they got into the room. I shifted the small dresser in front of the door, hoping it might hold it shut. 

"Madison," Jake spoke calmly, though threateningly, through the door, "that wasn't a very nice thing to do to your Master. I suggest you open this door right now. Madison? Come on, now. Open the door and we won't have to beat you...much."

My heart was pounding out of my chest. "Please don't do this!" I pleaded back. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to be raped! Please!"

"Come on, Madison. I'm not going to say it again," he continued in that calm tone. "If you make us break through this door, you might not live to be sorry."

Gritting my teeth, I slowly moved the dresser back into its place, then I unlocked the door and made a mad dash for the cage. I hoped I could hold myself inside and plead with them until they at least cooled down a little. The bedroom door flew open just as I reached the cage. I dove in and pulled the heavy door shut behind me, holding it with all my strength.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jake clicked his tongue as he slowly walked toward the cage, staring me down. He had a trickle of blood coming down from his nose. "Maddie, Maddie, Maddie, what are we going to do with you? You just don't seem to learn, do you?"

"Please," I cried, "I'm sorry! Please don't rape me! I'll do whatever you want, just please not that!"

A few seconds later, Shay stumbled into the room, an angry fire burning in his eyes. "You're going to fucking pay for this, bitch," he growled. I noticed, as he got closer, he was holding a syringe with some liquid in it.

"NO! Please! Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, pussy. You see, you can either come out of that cage right now, or you can die," Jake stated, cocking his head toward the syringe.

Defeated, I reluctantly let go of the cage door and let it swing open before slowly crawling out on my hands and knees. My limbs were shaking, my heart fluttering. I had no idea what I was in for until I heard the jingling of Jake's belt buckle and glanced up to see him pull the leather from the loops of his pants. Swallowing deeply, I braced myself for what I knew was coming. With the thick belt folded in half, he beat me with it until I lay in a crumpled heap. The only sound I could muster anymore was a weak whimper.

Then, I was lifted and carried to another bedroom just across the hall from mine. A light was switched on and I could see a king-sized bed and a few other furnishings. I assumed it to be Jake or Shay's room. Haphazardly, I was thrown down on the bed, causing me to arch up in pain as my newly striped backside hit the sheets. My legs were roughly pulled out to the corners of the bed and restrained by chains locked to the D-rings on my cuffs. My wrist cuffs were locked together around a bar in the headboard. Much to my dismay, I was detained on my back, offering no relief for the new wounds. Shay topped things off by snapping my leash to my collar and tying it around another bar in the headboard, rendering me completely immobile. As he moved away, he gave me a hard slap across the face for good measure. My head whipped to the side and silent tears fell across the bridge of my nose.

After making sure I was completely unable to get free, Jake, now naked, crawled up on the bed between my legs, his eyes piercing into mine the entire time.

"I told you not to struggle, Madison. It could have been so much easier than this, but you didn't listen. Sooner or later you're going to realize we're in control and there's nothing you can do about it. Until then, I guess we'll have to do things the hard way."

He was now kneeling right between my legs, his hands positioned on the bed under my arms, propping himself up. He picked up his right hand and traced it down the left side of my face.

"Such a pretty girl you've grown into. It's too bad we're going to have to mess you up."

My eyes opened wide at that. "Please don't," I pleaded, my voice coming out a quivering whisper.

"Don't tell me what to do, you little bitch!" he yelled as he harshly backhanded me across the right cheek. I screamed out in pain, and then shock, as he shoved his cock directly into my open pussy.

"I told you, you were going to fucking take it!" he continued yelling at me as he pounded my pussy to emphasize his words. "You're mine to fuck whenever I feel like fucking you! Don't you EVER tell me no again, do you understand?" I couldn't respond through my sobs. "I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he violently shouted, gripping my face in his hand as he pummeled my pussy.

"YES!" I screamed, a whole new set of sobs wracking my body as he took me.

"Shut her the fuck up, will you Shay?" he insisted, as he kept pumping away.

I didn't have to wait long to find out what he meant by shutting me up. Shay jumped on the bed and quickly straddled my face. He pointed his cock straight down at my mouth. 

"Open up!" he shouted at me. 

I was in no position to fight this time, so I opened my mouth and accepted what was coming. He showed me no mercy, forcing his cock to the back of my throat with each hard thrust. I gagged and choked while I tried to hang on to some sense of reality. Within moments they were each firing their hot, sticky loads into my warm holes, grunting and moaning as their balls emptied and their orgasms subsided. 

Shay kept his cock in my mouth until I swallowed his cum and licked him clean. Then he slapped me again as he got off the bed. "That's right, you fucking bitch," was all he said before pulling up his pants and walking out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

I simply lay there in shock at what had just happened, the feelings of being totally violated overwhelming me. Jake had stopped pumping in and out of me, but he was still inside my pussy, breathing hard as his pulse returned to normal. 

He leaned down close to my ear and menacingly stated, "When I want something from you, I'm going to take it, Madison," as he roughly thrust his still-hard cock into me for emphasis. "Got it?"

"Yes, Master," I barely whispered, my voice quivering.

Without another word, he pulled out of me, got up, put his clothes on, and left me chained to the bed as he walked out of the room. Moments later, my face and pussy were wet with tears and cum as they dripped down my battered skin. 



Dominating Me Ch. 09



I wasn't left alone for long. Shortly after Jake had left the room, he came back. I had been laying on the bed in a daze and his sudden presence startled me out of it. Instantly, my heart rate increased in fear of what he was going to do to me. However, when he reached the bed, he quietly began unchaining my legs and unlocking my wrist cuffs. When my limbs were free, he unclipped the leash from my collar and lifted me off the bed, carrying me out the door toward the bathroom. I held onto him and laid my head against his shoulder as he carried me, hating him, yet strangely comforted by him as well.

When we reached the bathroom, he set my feet on the cool floor but my knees instantly buckled beneath me from all the throbbing pain that was coursing through my body and the weakness from lack of food and water. I would have crumpled to a heap on the tile but Jake caught me and set me down on the toilet so I could go to the bathroom. While it was extremely painful to sit on my fresh wounds, I was too weak to care. Once I was finished, he picked me up and carried me downstairs.

It was dark and quiet downstairs, the only light emanating from the bulb above the kitchen sink. I didn't see Shay anywhere so I assumed he had gone to bed, which I was grateful for. At the bottom of the stairs, I noticed the dog bowl was on the floor again with another sandwich inside and a cup of water next to it. Jake set me down on the hard wood.

"Eat," was all he said.

He didn't have to tell me twice! It took all the strength I had left to pick up the food and chew it, but I was starving. When the sandwich was gone, I eagerly drank down the water before Jake picked it up and refilled it. I drank that down too, thankful for the extra cup. Slightly satiated, Jake picked me back up and carried me up the stairs once again. 

Instead of taking me to my room, he took me back to his and laid me down on the side of the bed furthest from the door. He snapped the leash, which was still connected to the headboard, to my collar, chained both ankle cuffs together to the foot of the bed and locked my wrist cuffs together around the bar on the headboard. I rolled onto my left side to try to take some pressure off my throbbing wounds. 

He went to shut the bedroom door and began undressing as he turned back toward the bed. When I glanced behind me and saw that he was naked, I whimpered slightly and turned away from him, hoping he wouldn't try anything more. I felt the bed shift as he climbed on and moved toward me. But instead of forcing himself on me again, he simply lay on his side next to me and put his arm around my waist before he drifted off to sleep.  Though I was exhausted, I found it difficult to fall asleep with Jake lying next to me. My emotions were getting the best of me. I felt guilty that I was in bed with another man, even though I was being forced. I felt nervous that he might want to rape me again when he woke up. I felt scared that I might never get out of this house alive. And I felt sad that I might never see Ryan again. 

The latter brought tears to my eyes once again this evening, and I lay there crying against my arm, the tears trickling down my skin to the sheets below. I sniffled a few times and my body shook with my ragged breaths as I quietly sobbed. In his shallow slumber, Jake seemed to notice I was crying and hugged me comfortingly with the arm he had wrapped around my waist. The gesture scared and confused me even more, and I cried into the night until I had no more tears to shed before finally falling into a deep sleep as the sun's first morning rays shone through the window. 

When I awoke, Jake was no longer in the room and everything in the house was quiet. I wondered if they went off to do another drug deal or maybe to pick up some food. I hoped it was the latter for two reasons. First, I was starving and hoped they would let me eat. And second, a grocery-shopping trip probably wouldn't take as long as a drug deal. Hopefully that meant they'd be home soon, because I really had to go to the bathroom! 

I had no idea what time it was, but I assumed it was early afternoon with how high the sun was in the sky. Jake had cracked the blinds enough to let some light in and I could feel its warmth on my cool skin. 

To help pass the time, all I could do was think. I thought about how I had gotten here, if Ryan was trying to find me, the abuse I had been put through and the strange, confusing feelings coursing through me. I resolved that I would do everything I could to cooperate with their demands, hoping it would prevent any more punishment. After all, I obviously didn't have a choice and struggling was doing more harm than good.

As soon as I reached my conclusion, I heard the front door open and voices speaking. It was Jake and Shay. There were rustling noises that sounded like paper bags. Perhaps they did go grocery shopping! My stomach growled at the thought. I heard the bags being set on the counter with a thud, then there were footsteps heading upstairs.  The bedroom door creaked open and Jake entered the room. He walked over to the bed and crawled across it toward me, noticing I was awake. My heart raced in my chest. 

"Well, good afternoon, sleepy girl. You've been out for a while," he idly commented as he unlocked my wrists and ankle cuffs and unclipped the leash from my collar. I simply lay slack.

"I suppose you need to go to the bathroom, huh?"

"Yes, Master," I replied.

He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom across the hall and let me go as he stood and watched. I felt embarrassed, but I figured it would be like this more often than not so I better get used to it. As soon as I was finished, he carried me downstairs, realizing I was still weak with pain and hunger. 

In the kitchen, Shay was putting groceries away in the refrigerator. I felt a surge of hope at the prospect of getting something decent to eat. However, Jake didn't stop. He carried me straight into the living room and set me on the floor as he slouched down into the couch, his right arm relaxing on the armrest. He looked over his shoulder toward the kitchen and exchanged a wicked smile with Shay, then turned back around to face me.

"Ah, today's a good day, pet, and my cock is very excited. It sure would like to feel a hot, warm mouth around it," he hinted, loud enough for Shay to hear. I understood.

Carefully sitting up on my knees, I opened the fly of his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. When his cock sprung free in front of me, I remembered my resolve to obey at all times. Dipping my head down, I kissed the tip of his cock, making it twitch. I slowly teased the head with my lips and licked away the precum. My hands reached up and fondled his balls and the base of his hard shaft. He moaned and I continued. 

I licked up and down the thickness of his cock, then wrapped my lips around it and sank myself down on it as far as I could without gagging. As I sucked up and down his cock, I swirled my tongue along the underside. He shuddered at the sensation. To drive him even more over the edge, I began humming. The vibrations caused him to grunt and moan louder and stronger, and he grabbed my head with both hands as his breaths became more ragged. However, I wasn't going to let him off that easy this time.

Just as he began to reach the edge, I slowed down my pace and stopped humming. I played with his balls and lightly licked his shaft, but not enough to set him off. He curled his fingers in my hair and arched his back, but I didn't pick up the pace. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a popping sound, and went down to kiss and suck his balls. He shuddered harder and started moaning again. Suddenly, I slid my mouth down his shaft and resumed my quick pace and the humming.

"Ohhhh, yeah," he moaned over and over through clenched teeth.

Once more, I slowed down and teasingly played with his cock and balls, but not for long this time. I could tell he was very close, so I picked up the pace again. Sure enough, as soon as I started humming again, he grabbed my head and began forcefully fucking my face. 

He threw his head back and screamed out, "ohhhh, fuck!" as he rammed my mouth.

Suddenly, with a loud guttural groan, he arched his pelvis up to my face, shoved his cock all the way in and held it there. I felt several hot globs of semen shoot down my throat before he collapsed on the couch, spent and panting. Carefully, I licked him clean, kissed the tip of his softening cock and sat back on my heels in the position I had been instructed to the day before.

There was silence for a few seconds, except for Jake's panting, and then I heard clapping. I didn't dare look up, but I knew it was Shay. He must have stepped into the living room to watch the show. 

"So, it looks like you finally might be cooperating," Shay mocked. "Tell me, are you going to cooperate like that when I come over there and demand the same?"

"Yes, sir," I replied quietly, not moving.

"Good girl," he began, as he walked over to the couch. "Show me," he hissed menacingly as he sat down.

I put on the best show I could muster, bringing Shay to the edge and backing off a few times before giving him all I had. His moans and shouts were evidence of his approval before he shot his load down my throat as well. Collapsed and spent, he lay there trying to catch his breath. This time it was Jake's turn to clap.

"Very good, pet. I think, after that little performance, you deserve a good lunch today. What do you say, Shay?"

All he could do was give a thumbs-up.

"Go into the kitchen and make us some lunch. Then you have permission to make your own, ok?"

"Yes, Master."

I got up as quickly as I could and went to the kitchen in search of something good for lunch. After I served Jake and Shay, I went back and made my own. I remembered to ask permission to eat it, and it was granted, so I scarfed my food down hungrily and drank several cups of water. I was finally satisfied, though terribly full, after lunch. With all the food in our stomachs, we became lethargic and dozed in the living room for a while, Jake and Shay on the couch and me at their feet.



Dominating Me Ch. 10



"We have a major dealer coming to the house tomorrow. He's very important to our business. You are going to be our servant girl, and you better do a damn good job. If you fuck anything up for us or make even the slightest mistake, I will break you. Got it?" Jake warned, grabbing my hair and pulling my face close to his.

"Yes, Master. I'll be a good girl," I replied, my eyes cast down.

It had been several weeks since the fateful night of my kidnapping, and Jake and Shay had put me through many days and nights of discipline. My body had the bruises and scars to show for it. I had resolved in the beginning to do everything I could to follow their rules and listen to them, but sometimes, no matter what I did, I got punished anyway. So, while I agreed to be good for them, I knew better than to expect an uneventful evening following this dealer's visit.

After I finished washing the dishes and cleaning up from the dinner I prepared, I went to the living room and knelt in front of Jake.

"Master, I'm finished with my chores. Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Not tonight, pet. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day for you. Go upstairs to my room and sleep. You're going to need it."

"Yes, Master."

Jake had come to have me sleep in his room every night and "my" room had strictly become the disciplining room. I headed upstairs to Jake's room and lay down on the bed, knowing he'd be up any minute to chain me to it. I idly wondered what tonight's bedtime torture was going to be. Every night since my third night here, I had been subjected to some kind of discipline before bed, whether it was being raped, getting whipped or spanked, giving blowjobs or even, if they were in a particularly good mood, being mercilessly tickled until I peed on the bed. Then I had to clean everything up before I could go to sleep for the night. It was a very effective tactic on their part to make me fear even the most benign actions, like going to bed.

There were footsteps ascending the stairs, a sound that now made me shiver. A few seconds later, Jake emerged in the doorway. He didn't say a word. He simply walked over, chained me to the bed and walked out. Confused, I lay there wide awake, expecting him to come back. But he didn't. Eventually, I slipped into a restless sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

I was startled awake by the clinking of metal and in my foggy state it took me a moment to realize Jake was unchaining me from the bed. The sun had not yet risen, so I wondered what was going on. Noticing I was awake, Jake simply gave me a smirk and told me to get up. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and stumbled out of bed to kneel at his feet. 

Jake gave me instructions to clean myself up in the shower, put on my wrist and ankle cuffs, my collar and the new sheer black camisole nightie he set out on the bed. I followed his instructions and then presented myself to him so he could check me over and lock my cuffs and collar in place. Then, surprising me, he locked a two-foot length of chain between my wrist cuffs and a three-foot length between my ankle cuffs. I wondered just what I was in for. 

I spent the rest of the morning preparing the food and cleaning up the living room in preparation for the dealer's visit. I was doing so well until I decided it would be funny to spit into the appetizers I was making for everyone. I thought I was alone in the kitchen, but just as I leaned over the pan and prepared to spit I felt a hand grab my upper arm and jerk me around. 

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Shay shouted. 

Wide-eyed and completely taken by surprise, it took me a few seconds too long to respond. "N-nothing, Sir! I wasn't doing anything." 

But he wasn't deceived so easily. He grabbed my left shoulder with his right hand and punched me so hard in the stomach I immediately doubled over, coughing and trying to take in a breath. But he lifted me right back up and backhanded me with his right hand, throwing me down to the floor in a breathless heap. Standing over me, he got down in my face, grabbed my chin and made me look up at him. 

"Go ahead and try something! I dare you, you little bitch!" he threatened. When I simply lay there, defeated and shaking, he let go of my chin and ordered me to go clean up the blood on my face. I didn't realize, until I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror, that he had split the corner of my mouth. 

For the rest of the afternoon, I followed orders with no deviation, remembering Jake's warning from the night before and the incident in the kitchen that morning. All the food was ready, the living room was set up for maximum comfort and easy conversation, and I was forced to clean Jake and myself in the shower before re-dressing in the short sheer nightie, cuffs, collar and chains. 

Around dusk, there was a sharp knock at the door. I was hidden upstairs in the bedroom, chained to the bed and gagged, until I was needed. I could hear voices downstairs and realized the drug dealer had arrived. He was laughing and talking with Jake and Shay as they sat in the living room. A short time later, Jake came to get me. 

"Remember what I told you this morning," he threatened while unchaining me. 

"Yes, Master," I said quietly. 

With that, he led me downstairs past the kitchen to the edge of the living room. I kept my eyes nervously down on the floor while Jake introduced me to the dealer as his servant and pet. My ears burned with embarrassment as I felt the dealer's eyes looking me up and down. My body was completely visible under the sheer black nightie, and I could feel his gaze trace a trail from my neck to my breasts, down my stomach, right to the soft lips of my pussy. 

"Wow," he whistled, "you are one lucky guy, Jake. What does she do for you?" 

"Anything I want," Jake replied with a sinister tone. "Don't you?" he asked, turning to me. 

"Yes, Master," I quickly answered, loud enough for the dealer to hear. 

"Go get some food for our special guest here. He's hungry," Jake ordered, slapping me on the butt as I turned toward the kitchen to follow his command. 

I brought several appetizers into the living room and set them on the coffee table in front of the dealer, Jake and Shay. They ate and talked about a drug deal they were working on while I knelt obediently at Jake's feet. When they were finished, I cleaned up the mess they made, put the rest of the food away in the kitchen, then returned to my place on the floor. It seemed like their talk of the deal was coming to an end, so I was hoping the evening would be over soon. There hadn't been any catastrophes so far, so I figured I'd been a good girl and wouldn't be punished. 

The dealer stretched and yawned, and I thought for sure he'd be leaving any minute. Instead, he looked straight at me while saying to Jake, "man, that sure was a good meal, but I could really go for some dessert. Do you have anything sweet?" 

"Oh yeah. She's real sweet. A real sweet fuck, that is. And she gives some pretty sweet blowjobs. She'll do whatever you're hungry for." 

My heart began pounding in my chest as I realized this evening was not over. I now realized why Jake had chained my wrist and ankle cuffs together. Without much give, I wouldn't be able to fight back as well. I had no choice but to do whatever they said.  

"Come here, little girl," the dealer coaxed. I nervously crawled toward him. "Ooh, go back and do that again. I like to see you crawl." 

I obeyed and crawled toward him again. This time when I reached him, he smoothed my hair down with his right hand and lightly scratched under my chin like I was a cat. I was so nervous I was practically shivering. He noticed and told me to relax. 

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to enjoy you for a little bit. In fact, I'm about to burst out of my pants here. You've had me hard all night long. I think you need to give me a little taste of what you can do." 

Tentatively, I got up on my knees and shakily moved my hands from his knees up his thighs. I undid his belt, fumbled with his fly and opened his pants to reveal a large, hard cock. Softly, I closed my mouth around him and was praised with a deep moan. I slowly continued doing my best to please him so I wouldn't incur Jake's wrath later on. The dealer was really getting into it, rubbing up and down my arms and my back as I was crouched over his crotch. 

I started rubbing my hands around his waist as my mouth took as much of him as it could, when I suddenly felt something...a cell phone connected to his belt. My mind started racing with the possibility of getting free if I could only steal that phone somehow. I began really faking like I was into it, giving him the best head I could, while stroking his chest and groping around his waist. Since he had on an expensive jacket over his shirt I was able to slip my hands underneath without being noticed. As I groped his waist, as far as the chain would allow, I quickly snapped the distracted dealer's phone out of it's clip and managed to discreetly slip it between the couch cushions. Excited that I managed to sneak the phone from him, I finished him off with a few good sucks and sat back on my knees, my eyes averted from his but the flush of excitement covering my cheeks, neck and breasts. Unfortunately, I was not finished yet. The dealer took my act seriously and thought I was really enjoying myself. That only made him hard again within a few minutes and he wanted more. Only this time, he didn't want a blowjob. 

I was told to lie on my back on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. I knew what was coming, and I didn't want to be raped by yet another person. I started shaking again. 

"Please don't," I whispered. 

But that only angered Jake, who jumped off the couch behind me, grabbed my collar and practically threw me onto the coffee table. It was a heavy, sturdy table that easily bore my weight. Jake and Shay both grabbed the chains connecting my wrists and ankles and hooked them underneath the legs of the table so I was trapped. I couldn't turn myself over and I couldn't get the chains free. 

Frightened tears trickled down my cheeks. But before I could even say "I'm sorry," Jake's cock was in my mouth keeping me quiet. There was enough slack in the ankle chain to comfortably set my feet on the outer edges of the table, but I couldn't kick or raise them any higher than that. And the wrist chain had even less slack, so my arms were basically stuck dangling behind my head by the legs of the table. I knew I couldn't escape, so I lay limply on the table, whimpering and sucking. 

The dealer stripped off his pants and boxers and climbed on top of me, his knees on the coffee table up against my hips. With no grandeur, he pushed himself into me and started thrusting so hard I nearly choked on Jake's cock. He grabbed my breasts and mauled them with his strong hands, making me wince. His ravaging continued for several minutes before he suddenly pulled out. 

I thought he was going to cum all over me, but I was deceived. Jake came in my mouth at that moment and, as I was busy trying to swallow, the dealer shoved himself into my ass. I started screaming in pain, as there was no lube and I was very tense, but my mouth was filled again, this time with Shay's cock. I was mercilessly fucked from both ends until both the dealer and Shay came inside me. 

They both pulled out and left me on the table, tears staining my cheeks and cum staining the wood beneath my body. I heard the dealer go in the bathroom to clean up while Jake and Shay got dressed. When they finished, they escorted the dealer to the door, thanked him and said goodnight. 

Once the dealer was gone, Jake and Shay came storming over to me and pulled the chains from underneath the table legs. Jake yanked my wrist chain toward his chest, causing me to stumble into him. 

"I told you to be good!" he roared. 

"I'm sorry, Master, I tried! I really tried to be good!" I pleaded back. But it was no use. They were pissed and I was going to be punished. 

True to his word, Jake dragged me upstairs to "my" room with Shay following. I was already sore, but that didn't matter to them. I had disobeyed their orders, and they were going to make sure I didn't forget it. 

The chains were taken off my wrist and ankle cuffs and I was stripped naked. I was forced to lay face down on the table in the room and my cuffs were locked to the corners. Shay stood in front of my face while I saw Jake pull the cane off the wall. 

"Make me hard," Shay angrily demanded, as Jake stood poised over my back. 

He pulled down his pants and held his limp cock at my lips. I tentatively opened my mouth and drew him in, waiting for the strike to come. I knew I was going to be beaten while I sucked on Shay's cock, and I knew if I bit down I would receive a harsher punishment. As the cane striped my back with red crisscrosses, I tried not to yelp too much and to focus on what Shay commanded. I had learned over the past few weeks to put myself in a state of mind that could handle most punishments. Though I knew the pain afterwards would be great. 

Jake didn't stop beating me with the cane until I managed to get Shay off. When I came out of my trance, I could feel the blood trickling down my back, the tears streaming down my cheeks and Shay's cum dripping from my lips. I felt dreamy, as if the room was in the background. But I was aware of being taken off the table and thrown into the metal cage. I slept there the rest of the night. 

The next morning, I woke up in severe pain and felt very stiff and cramped. The memories from the previous night came flooding back and my heart raced in fear of what might happen when Jake or Shay came to get me. I didn't have long to wait. 

Jake came barging in about an hour after I woke up, and I immediately crouched toward the back of the cage in terror. He unlocked the cage and reached in to pull me out as I sat quivering against the cold metal. 

"I'm sorry, Master! Please don't hurt me anymore," I pleaded. 

He said nothing, simply pulled my naked body out and dragged me into the bathroom to get cleaned up. As soon as I was done, he led me downstairs. 

"Clean up this mess from last night!" he shouted. 

I cringed at his tone and immediately began cleaning up the living room. He left the room for a few moments, and I took advantage of it before it was too late. I quickly pulled the dealer's cell phone from between the couch cushions, opened it up and dialed 911. I had no idea where I was, so I simply whispered, "help me, I've been kidnapped," to the female dispatcher that came on the line. She began trying to ask me questions, but I could hear Jake coming back. Once more, I whispered for help. Then I left the phone on and hid it far underneath the couch, hoping the dispatcher could track it. 

Once I was finished cleaning up the living room, I was taken back upstairs and thrown back into the cage. I crossed my fingers hoping 911 could find me. I heard Jake and Shay downstairs making food and watching TV. 

A little while later, I the doorbell rang. Hoping against all hope that it was someone coming to save me, I started screaming for help as soon as I heard the front door open. Unfortunately, before I recognized the person's voice as the dealer from the previous night, someone came running up the stairs. 

Jake burst into the room, his face burning with anger. He snatched a gag from on top of the dresser by the door, opened the cage and wrestled me out. I shrieked and tried to squirm away but he threw a swift punch and suddenly the world went black. 

When I woke up, my wrist cuffs were locked together behind me, the gag was in my mouth and I was curled up in the cage. As I slowly came to, I heard voices downstairs. Thinking it was still Jake, Shay and the dealer, I started sobbing. It started out a quiet cry, but as I reflected on everything that had happened and realized I might die at the hands of my captors, it turned into a loud, anguished wail. 

Suddenly, the tone of the people downstairs changed. There were shouts and some thumps. Then I heard someone coming back up the stairs. Afraid of what might happen to me, I immediately stopped wailing and became silent. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight I saw when the door opened. 

A tall, dark-haired police officer stood in the doorway, his gun held up and ready for what may lie behind the door. When he saw me, eyes wide with shock, he quickly checked the rest of the room and then came over to the cage. 

"We're going to get you out of here. Just hang on," he said to me. Those words were music to my ears. He said something into his radio and I sank against the cold metal with a rush of relief. He found the keys for the cage and opened the door, gingerly helping me out. I was weak with pain and lack of food and I crumpled to the floor. 

A few minutes later, the house was full of police officers and two EMTs rolled me onto a stretcher, covered me with a blanket and took me down to the ambulance waiting in the driveway. As soon as we were outside, I breathed in a heavenly whiff of fresh air, which I had been deprived of for weeks. Or had it been months? I had no idea. 

I happened to glance over to a police car by the curb and saw Jake and Shay in the back seat. The looks they were giving me terrified me, but I quickly looked away and focused on the ambulance. I had been rescued, and I knew they would be incarcerated for a long time. 

Once at the hospital, I was given treatment for all my wounds and malnutrition. I told the police who I was and asked them to find my husband. Little did I know that I had been taken four states away from my home. Then, I gave statements to police officers about what had happened since my kidnapping. 

After all the interviews with the police were over and I had eaten a large meal, I fell asleep for what felt like days. My dreams started out pleasant and happy, but quickly escalated into a nightmare about my whole ordeal. I saw Jake's and Shay's faces taunting me, warning me they'd find me again. Then their faces turned evil and menacing. 

I woke up screaming, but stopped as soon as I saw him. Ryan was there, holding my hands. We stared at each other for one silent moment, then we both burst out crying and held each other like we never had before.

"I'm so sorry," he cried as he held me tightly, being careful not to touch the wounds on my back. "I never want to lose you again."

I couldn't say anything. I just held him close to me, relishing his scent, his strength, his love. When we pulled away from each other after what felt like hours, he gazed into my eyes and said, "I love you, Madison."

"I love you, too, Ryan," I whispered back.