5 comments/ 77782 views/ 7 favorites A Day Like No Other By: Nonvanillamae My days are pretty mundane, in the grand scheme of things. Wake up, brush my teeth, shower, go to work, and then look for something to do. Something that will make this day a little different from yesterday. Sometimes I find solace in laundry, sometimes in doing the dishes. And on a really special day, I'll treat myself to a trip to the grocery store. I had no idea that today was going to be different from any day I would have the rest of my life. The Tuesday morning sun shined through my bedroom window, waking me in a gentle manner. My morning stretches felt more invigorating than usual. Oxygen infiltrated each of my weary muscles, and I felt like I could take on the world. But first, I decided to take on the piles upon piles of laundry that greeted me as I left the bathroom. I tend to keep to myself quite a bit. I have few friends, but those that I do have I consider an extension of myself. I like to decide to whom I speak, when I do it, who has access to me and my thoughts at any given time. My private time is my own, and I treasure every minute of it. That's not to say that I don't mind company on a regular basis. It's actually a necessity. But I like to control when and where that interaction takes place. And no one really knows everything about me. They may know most of the things that have happened in my life, my political stances, my religious beliefs, but there are always personal thoughts that I don't share. The thoughts that let people really know what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. I control those. And I control myself enough to always keep people guessing. On this morning, separating the darks from the lights, I get lost in the likeness of laundry to the world at large. Why don't clothing companies create light and dark clothes that can be washed together? With a sigh in my thoughts, I continue with the apparel apartheid around my house. Such power in forcing certain pieces of clothes to go here, others to go there. And they don't ever argue. So compliant, so willing to please me. So much satisfaction from bossing around things. Humming "Old MacDonald" and dreaming of the farm that has more vocal animals than the movie "Babe," I finish up my first load and start looking for something else to do. Looking through the fridge for breakfast, I realize it has become very sparse in this appliance. Today must be Grocery Day! Yay! But I look a wreck. With the gentle whir and hum of the washing machine to keep me company, I head for the shower. I've never been completely happy with the bathroom in my house. It's a little small, and the lack of window really makes it kinda dreary. But I've done the best I could with it. I start running the water to get it up to the correct temperature, the droplets feeling magnificent on my grungy skin. The CD player I keep in there gets to sing the songs of Tool today. (I'm feeling feisty after those stretches.) As I strip down, the air conditioning kicks on, and the cool air through the vent hits my nipples directly. The soft cotton of my nightshirt slips over them, catching on the erect centers. A slight chill goes through me, and the thought of my shower excites me a little more than it did two minutes ago. It's a good thing I'm about to bathe because, at the mere thought of what I was about to do, I can feel drips of wetness starting to pool and run down the insides of my thighs. The water hasn't felt this good in so long. As I stand there with the warm water rushing over me, my hard nipples begging for more attention, my head snaps up at a strange sound coming from outside the bathroom. Shrugging it off to the cat feeling feisty today too, I turn my attention back to myself. I run my hands through my drenched hair and let them continue down onto my breasts. My nipples ache with appreciation for the attention. I linger there for a bit, making sure my upper body knows how much I value it as well. My breath has started to quicken a little, and I'm much more aware of each ping of water on my naked body. I allow my hands to continue their admiration by sliding down my smooth stomach, tracing my curves, and slipping between my legs. I almost come right away but manage to keep it under control. I part the smooth lips throbbing with interest and, despite the water running all around it, my own juices overtake my hand. Just the feeling of myself on my fingers makes me weak in the knees. I press on, massaging my pulsating clit for awhile, arousing myself even more. There's that sound again. Only louder. Stupid cat. Sighing, I slip two fingers inside my drenched cunt, gasping right away. Slowly moving them in and out, in...out, in...out, I can feel myself starting to tighten around my fingers. I lean against the shower wall to steady myself as the water ruthlessly cascades all over my heaving body. As I move my fingers faster and harder, I massage my clit with my thumb. Moans start escaping my mouth frequently, sounding in turn with each thrust. My pinky finds its way into my asshole, and my whole hand starts pumping in and out, up and down, leading me closer and closer to climax. I let out this low, primal grunt as my muscles start to clamp down on my fingers. The whole world belongs to me, to this moment, as I really start to let loose. Before I finish letting out my sound of triumph, the bathroom door flies open, interrupting this crucial moment. My first reaction is to simply be really angry that I got startled, my orgasm ruined mid-stroke. My second, and more appropriate thought, is to wonder why the door is now open. As I pull back the shower curtain to peek out, my hair is grabbed, and I am dragged out of the tub. Before I have a chance to grasp what is happening, to look up to see this man? woman? and ask what is going on, a rolled up bandana covers my eyes and gets tied tightly around my head. Completely paralyzed with confusion (I was surprisingly not scared at that point, just lost), I feel my arms being jerked above my head as I lay on the floor in my now-dark bathroom. Rope is expertly tied around my wrists quickly, silently, into nylon handcuffs. The intruder pulls on the rope, yanking it upward. "If you don't want to be dragged around your house, now would be a good time to stand up." The voice is strong, forceful, but not brutal. He is probably in his early 30s and is fully capable of doing me loads of harm. As much as I don't want to make his life any easier right now, I decide quickly that rugburn all over my body won't be very pleasant. After I realized how stupid I was for being concerned about rugburn when there's a stranger in my house who could quite possibly beat, cut, rape and/or murder me, I let out a small chuckle as I stood up. "You think this is funny? I amuse you?" A sharp sting warmed my cheek as I felt my head get slapped to the side. Oh, wow... That hurt. A lot. "No, you don't amuse me. I amuse me. Here you are in my house, probably a convicted felon and I'm about to die, and what upsets me the most is that you interrupted my orgasm and that I might get rugburn. That's funny." With just a grunt, we leave the bathroom--he of his own free will, me of his will. Was that smile I felt coming from him? Now, I've heard of people explaining how four senses will sharpen if one is taken away, but I had never experienced that myself. But walking through my own house, blind as can be, I was aware of more life in my house than ever before. I could taste the laundry detergent cleaning my segregated clothes; I could hear every rustle of his jeans as we walked intermingling with the soulful sounds of my CD still playing in the bathroom; and I could smell bits of pieces of this man. A different detergent from my own, but his clothes had been recently washed. Did this outfit have blood spattered all over it before yesterday? I recognize the smell of shaving cream, so I assume his face is smooth. And there's a slight hint of sweat oozing from his body. Perhaps he works out? Maybe he's just nervous about being in my house. Either way, the smell disgusts and turns me on at the same time. He throws me on the couch like I'm the TV Guide and sits in the opposing chair. I have to work to readjust myself into a comfortable position, which is really hard to do when you don't have use of your hands. Eventually, I get upright. But now, other than music playing far away, it's silent. I can hear my breath quicken; anxiety has started in as I realize what this situation could mean for me. I had told work I wouldn't be in this week; I needed time to get my house in order and just some time to myself. If I died today, no one would miss me for an entire week. Did I remember to refill my cat's food dish? One minute goes by. Two minutes. Five. I'm losing control of myself as I start to fidget. My thoughts are starting to turn to panic. Where did he go? Why isn't he getting it over with? I don't have any food in the house, so I know he's not getting a snack in the meantime. My head starts turning back and forth violently, attaching to every little sound that flitters by in hopes that it will lead me to his position. Finally, two large hands come from behind and encircle my throat. As I suck in air, assuming it will be the last time I ever have to worry about it, I concentrate on the music as I start to mentally float above the couch. As scared as I had been a few moments ago, now that I know where he is and that this is how it will be, a calmness has come upon me. Strangely enough, I feel safe now. The tighter his hands get, the higher I float. All of a sudden, the hands are gone, and I'm gulping in air heavily. What had happened? Was I not good enough to kill? And I lost his whereabouts now since all I could hear was my own hunger for oxygen. My legs are thrust apart from each other now, and I feel him kneeling in front of me. Oh god, is he staring directly at my most private of places? Head on? No no no no. Clenching my toned muscles, I attempt to slam my thighs back together, to maintain at least a little control of my own body, even though my thoughts are now running rampant. But his arms meet my thighs swiftly and strongly before they have a chance to reunite. "How did I know you were going to do that? So predictable, little girl. I expected more from you." My face flushes with anger, with embarrassment. I pride myself on keeping people guessing; they never know what's going to come from me next. And here's this jackass saying he knows my moves before I do? Oh no. "Since you've been a bad girl, you must be punished." I feel more rope get slid over my left knee, and it's then tied down to what I'm assuming was the couch leg. While he's messing with that, I start to kick with my right leg. Didn't see that coming, did you? But this guy must have three arms or something because my kicks immediately cease, much to my dismay. Rope gets tossed around my right knee now, knowing my every move as I continue kicking to try to get him away from me. But simple mechanics are against me, and I find myself tied spread eagled to the couch. And just to add insult to injury, my hands are then bound to the ropes at my knees, immobilizing me. "What's sad is that I gave you time to run away. But you stayed for me. Like you wanted this all along. Is that true? Is this what you've always dreamed of? You can answer me. In fact, I insist. Do you want to stay here for me?" My voice doesn't work anymore. I refuse to make it work. My thoughts are my own. This man can take my body, dispose of me how he sees fit, but I will never let him in on what I'm thinking. Let him know that he's partially right. His hand slides up the inside of my right thigh. As it comes closer to the opening, I start to squirm. Half of me is afraid that he's going to mutilate me; the other half is terrified that he'll find out he's right. I'm dripping juice all over the couch cushion. I'd like to pass it off as excess shower water, but it's like it was in the shower earlier-there's far too much there to not notice it for what it is. "Okay, your mouth doesn't want to answer me, so I'll look for nonverbal assurances." Oh god, oh god. His hand reaches up to where mine was not a half hour ago. I want to fight back, but I can't. I am paralyzed. "So I'm right, am I? You won't run from me; I intrigue you. Tell me, did you always go after the bad boys in school? The ones that would use you and throw you away like you were a plaything? Or did you go for the safe ones that never really satisfied you but you knew you were always in control?" As he slips a finger inside me, my breath picks that moment to leave me. He could have stuck a stick of fire up there, as hot as it was and as much as it made me woozy. I tried to keep my nonverbal signs to myself, but the body always betrays the mind. Warm fluid runs down his finger to collect on his hand. He pulls his hand out, and I'm left sitting alone for a moment. "You seem to have leaked all over my hand. I understand you're having some issues right now, but that's no reason to make me dirtier than I want to be. So every time you make this mess on me, you'll wear it. Is that understood?" I have no idea what he means, and I want to apologize, beg forgiveness for my body's betrayal. But I don't. Can't. I just sit there with my eyes wide open behind my dark curtain. A large hand slides across my face, from ear to ear, leaving a trail of salty slime over my nose and mouth as it passes. My face burns bright red, and my mouth opens with surprise and silent protest. I can feel the slime starting to dry up, like a really bad mud mask. Only this mask seems to be making me wetter. The smell of myself on a place that never occurred to me to put it sends me back into my own floating world. A strong slap across my face brings me back to reality, where this stranger has tied me up in my own house and is taking and giving control when he can. "Your thoughts will focus on me until I leave you, assuming you can still think after I leave. I am your whole world right now, and you will make every effort to stay here with me in that mind of yours. Is that understood?" Against my will, I can feel my head nod up and down. No! What was I doing? Non-action was my only defense. But that affirmative thought escaped before I even knew it. "Good girl. Now let's see what else 'doesn't' turn you on since I have your attention." A cold, hard instrument follows the line his finger took earlier. I can't quite place what it is until he quickly removes it from my leg and lifts my chin with it, its sharp point pressing into my neck. I'm barely breathing now, fearful that any movement from my throat will force the blade's tip into my airway. Tiny wheezes escape from my upturned head as he continues probing for a response. "I'm so sorry. Perhaps my knife is too cold for you? Would you like me to remove it?" I hear myself saying, "Yes." Damn. "Yes? Yes what?" "Yes please?" "No, from now on when I ask you a question, you will answer 'Yes or no, Sir,' as appropriate. Is this understood?" I don't call anyone Sir or Ma'am. This is absurd. I manage to stay quiet in silent defiance. The blade presses deeper into my throat, and I feel the snap of skin and a trickle of blood run down my neck onto my heaving breasts. "Is this understood, little one?" "Yes...Sir." What's a little "Sir" now and then if it means I never have to say it to another soul the rest of my life? At least I'll have a rest of my life. And he doesn't need to know I don't really mean it with respect. I only did it because he was making me. "Now, let's see if we can't just warm this up a bit for you. Would that be better?" Better? A warm knife against my throat versus a cold one. What does it matter to me, really? Since I don't like the options given to me, I don't answer. I'll wait for a better question. "I'm not talking to myself here, though I think you probably are. I guess I lost your attention." The knife eases up a little on my throat, and he slips two fingers inside me at the same time. I almost get myself killed because I jerk upward as he enters me, the surprise, disgust, and relief taking over my body. He starts moving in and out of me, the knife never leaving my heaving neck. "Do you like this, little girl? I can tell your body does, but does your mind? Tell me now." The heat rising from my lower body, infiltrating all of me, I hear myself say, "Yes, Sir, I do." "Good girl. You are doing quite well. Good behavior warrants rewards, doesn't it?" Focusing on the small thrusts in and out of my cunt from this stranger, I let myself loose for a moment, missing his question. His fingers push hard into me, his hand clamping painfully against my throbbing clit. "I asked you a question. I expect you to answer. Do not let your mind wander again. Is this understood?" "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." "Alright then. I suppose we can do you a favor then." The blade is taken away from my throat. More oxygen enters me, making me dizzy. His fingers slow and then come out completely. But I thought I wasn't being punished? Oh, okay, they're coming back now. But colder. And only cold on one side. His hand pushes deep inside me, the coldness invigorating and confusing at the same time. He starts pumping in and out again, my juices providing plenty of lubrication. He pulls his hand out, but my insides are still cool. "There you go, little girl. You just sit there and warm up that blade for me." That's what was in me. He just put a knife inside me and left it there. No way. I clench my cunt muscles around it, to see if he was playing a game with my head. I can feel the sharp edges inside me, daring me to clench harder or to fidget. I release my grip on it, scared completely motionless. My body is no longer mine. It finally dawns on me that I have no control over my body. And he's gotten into my mind a little. What is happening here? Just this morning, the sunlight on my body, I was making myself hot. I controlled what I said and to whom I said it. And now...The most sacred of things to me are being taken away without my consent. And I'm loving it. A smack across my face brings me out of my own thoughts. "Tell me what you were just thinking." I shake my head back and forth. He responds with another smack across my other cheek. "I will accept your nonverbal response because I told you to respond to questions. But I will not tolerate disobedience. You will tell me what you were thinking." I sit still, silent with defiance and fear. Slaps start raining on my cheeks. First the left, then the right. Tears start to slide down my cheeks, escaping from beneath the bandana. The blows are getting harder and harder; my neck is getting sore from my head being tossed around. Finally, in a shaky voice, I manage to squeak out a few words to make the barrage stop. "I was thinking about how I always have control over myself, how you couldn't get into my head. But I can't any longer. You rule my body and my mind right now. You were right. You are my whole world. And that not only scares the shit out of me, it comforts me. There. Are you happy?" "Yes, little girl, I am. Thank you." I feel his tongue slide from my clit up my stomach, and finding a spot on my sore neck to rest. He starts sucking and licking my whole neck, as if to give me the largest hickie ever. But mid-lick, he bites down hard on my jugular, making me grasp for breath and clamp down on the blade still inside me. I have never felt such pleasure from something so insanely painful before. But now all I think of is how to get him to do it again. He keeps licking my neck, slowly tracing the flow of blood from my brain to the rest of my body. The heavy pressure of his tongue on my immobilized body has started to make my cunt ache unlike ever before. He bites down again, harder than the first, and that primal groan from earlier escapes my open mouth. He continues licking and biting, each time more intense, as his hand slides down my body to my throbbing netherlips. Just the feel of his hand on me again is almost enough to bring me to orgasm. But he knows just where to touch to make sure I don't come yet. A Day Like No Other It was just a day like any other well so I thought. Sunday session drinks with the girls a few bottles of wine down and more coming. Then I see her, the girl working at the bar, and she was stunning I could stop looking at her all I kept thinking was I wanted to at the least know her name. An hour or two went past and I think I finally had just enough Dutch courage to go over and talk to her, but she was working so I would have to be quick, I was so nervous! Although we were at a straight bar, I had an inkling she wasn't. So after a moment of pleasantries, you know the normal bar talk over wines and what not, I got the courage to dive right in and give her my number (bold move I know but sometimes you can't help it, some girls are worth the risk ) she looked up at me and smiled with my number in her hand. Unable to get this silly smile off my face, I quickly went off back to my friends hoping to avoid any more embarrassment, within a few moments I received a text, looking down at my phone I didn't know the number, my heart is racing I look around to see if I can see her, she is nowhere to be seen, so I read the msg 'Hey my name's Bonnie, I've got a break in 10 min meet me at the back bar' I'm a flash of a second my stupid smile turned in to a grin. Checking the time I swear every minute felt lie it took forever and being unable to focus on anything else, I see her again walking over to the back bar and she was smiling at me! I couldn't believe my luck; such a beautiful girl really wants to talk to me. I know it was poor form to my friends but I excused myself from the girls said I needed to make a call and went over to the back bar. My hands were shaking, I was so shy but by the second I got to her and we said hey I knew I had to have her then and there! She said she only had a half hour lunch, I said I didn't mind but just being so close to her , I could smell her perfume it was heavenly. She was perfect. I couldn't help myself I had to lean in and kissed her, she kissed me back softly at first then with force and passion. I had never wanted any one more badly then I wanted her right then. It was like a fire in me had been lit and I couldn't stop myself. I took her hand in mine insisting we go somewhere more quite. The bath room seemed to be the only alone place. Kissing the whole time I didn't want to let her go but I knew I'd have to be quick I pushed her up against the wall and locked the door, Kissing her neck moving down along her collar bone, she groaned she wanted me as much as I wanted her. With her body pushing up against mine almost begging me not to stop. I unbuttoned her top completely blind while I kissed her I only stopped just to look at how amazing she was even in the light in the bathroom. I couldn't believe I was doing this with my friend's just outside and her being on her lunch break! Wrapping my arms around her to undo bra because I wanted to see her amazing breasts trapped from me by this sliver of silly fabric, she stopped me. I was taken back and out of breath, I wanted her so much! She pushed me up on to the sink, the next thing I know her hands where all over me under my dress moving over my body, on reaching my breasts my nipples so hard the second she touched them I felt like I was going to explode, her hands went lower running up my thighs. Her touch was like electricity it ran though my body. I was so wet. I shuddered as her hand grazed my hot pussy even though my lace knickers I could feel her. God I wanted her, she was everything right at that moment, I could think of nothing else. All I wanted was her to be inside me and now much I wanted to taste her. She stopped kissing me just for a second, just long enough to grab my gaze and look at longingly while she parted me and put not one but two fingers deep in me I was about to explode. I had never felt so exhilarated in my life. She fucked me like no one had ever done before. Then dropping to her knees, still with her inside me and lightly licked my clit, I jumped at the feeling of her soft wet tongue dancing over my clit, I was ready to cum in that second, but she licked harder and sucked not stopping for a second. I couldn't stop myself feeling my whole body tense up and cum hard with the girl I just met while she was at work. But I didn't care I had never felt so good. Once I realised where I was, I also realised we still had time and god how much I want to taste her, make her feel the way she just me feel. With not a second to waste, I pulled her up to me and kissed her this time with urgency I could still taste my sweetness on her lips. She smiled acute a cheeky smile, all I could think about was how much I want her! But this time I pushing her up against the wall and starting where I left off, although this time she let me continue. I put one had around her back while kissing and take of her bra, letting it fall to the floor revelling her beautiful perky breasts, I bent down to take each of her erect nipples in my mouth hearing her moan in ecstasy and her body squirming under my touch just made me want more of her. Still with the hard nipple in my mouth, I reached down and undid her belt, it wouldn't undo fast enough, and I was so worked up that I had to taste her now. With the belt finally giving way gaining me access to her nether regions, I slowly start kissing down her belly lingering just above her underwear line, I look up at her with the cheekiest smile, while I'm pulling down her jeans to reveal all of her to me, I can already see she is wet so I need no more invitation then that. I Pull her underwear off as quick as I can, I licked the soft outer lips of her glistening pussy, teasing and tickling, she could take it anymore, her body thrusting for more, just begging for me to lick harder and deeper, she smells so good and tastes so sweet. Slowly I push my tongue deeper her body opening for me, my tongue searching for and finding her swollen clit, just one slight touch she is in ecstasy, nothing makes me hotter than pleasuring such a beautify girl and hearing her heavy moans while feeling her excitement. Not wanting to take my mouth away from her I move down further, entering her with my tongue as deep as I can go, I fell her pelvises tightening up I want to make her cum right now but I want to tease her some more too, I stop for a second just to go up to her kiss her hard. While we are kissing I place two fingers in side her, entering her slowly one finger at a time! Pulling her as tight in against me as I can, her breathing gets short and deep. I fuck her, hard, she takes everything I can give, and begs for more as I feel her tighten in on my fingers, I drop to my knees I want her to cum with my mouth on her, still with me inside her I lick and suck and nibble on her clit. I feel her cumming and she says my name she practically screams it, her knees almost give out, it was so intense. Together we fall on to the floor, kissing her body all over. By the time she's regained conscious again we relies she has to go back to work, so we get dressed and me not wanting to stop kissing her I find it hard to let her go, she smiles and leaves me to freshen up some more I turn and look at myself in the mirror, I was all dishevelled and covered in her sex and wetness I think I never felt more beautiful than I did in that moment, god I hope she calls me! A Day Like No Other I feel his hand brush my thighs and take grasp of the knife's handle. Slowly, carefully, he starts moving the now-warm blade in and out of me. Never letting up on my neck with his teeth, he seems to know exactly where to lead the knife to hit all the right spots. I am no longer scared that I will cut myself internally. If he wants me cut, he will do it himself. I don't have to worry about that. I just have to sit here and accept the fate he gives me. As he continues pumping and biting, I feel myself start to clench. He can tell from the noises I'm making that he's getting me close. The grunts are coming closer and closer together, like pleasurable contractions. I can hear rustling in the far distance, but all I can concentrate on fully is every touch he's giving me. And how can I get more? Will there be more? Suddenly, his mouth leaves my neck, and he's straddling my body in front of me. I can smell the pre-sex dripping from his erect penis. I can sense it so close to me, but he keeps it out of reach. My attention is torn between the blade and wanting his dick inside my mouth. My mind is now bouncing all over the place about him; control is totally in his favor. I smell latex as he places a condom over the tip of his cock, teasing me with it on the tip of my nose. "Would you like to put this on me, little girl? You'll have to use something other than your hands, of course." "Yes, Sir, oh yes. Please let me." "Alright then. But don't break it with your teeth. If you fail, you'll be very sorry." And with that comment, he moves the blade just a little to the side, pressing the sharp edges against my insides. I sit up a little straighter, fear reentering my mind. He will hurt me if I fail him. I am certain of this. I lean forward slowly, scared of what I must accomplish. But as my mouth reaches the condom, I can feel his hard dick waiting for me on the other side. And knowing that he's allowing me to do this, to come this close to him, makes my cunt throb even more. I slowly move my mouth around the tip of his cock, pushing the condom down around it. It's bigger than I'm used to, and I gag a little. I start to pull back. "If you pull away, little girl, I'll consider your task unattainable. I thought you could do better." I can't imagine disappointing him now, even though I'm not scared of punishment. I just want him to see that I'm not a failure. I can do what he asks. My lips forge down, my teeth lightly scraping the edges of his dick to bring the condom down along with it. "All the way down, little girl." Nodding, I push my tongue to the back of my throat and open my jaw to accept his massive manhood. I feel my face hit his stomach, and a few curly hairs go up my nose. "Good girl. Very well done. You may back up now." I back off and breathlessly say, "Thank you, Sir." He dismounts me, and I feel the blade starting to move out as well. I'm confused again, but this time I ask why I'm being punished. "Oh, little one, you're not being punished. And do not question my actions. Have I truly harmed you yet?" "No, Sir." "That's right. I know what you need before you do. Isn't that right, little girl?" "Yes, Sir." He remounts me, but lower this time. We're talking face to face. I can feel his hot breath back on my neck, his tongue circling around the bruises from earlier. He's sitting on my lap, my legs still tied open. I swoon as he sucks on my neck. I can feel myself fading in and out of consciousness as he continues his conquest of my neck. He chooses one sweet spot, sucks on it, and then as he bites hard, he thrusts his cock inside of my cunt. I can't believe that noise came from me. I can hear the cries reverberating from the walls of my house. I have never felt so taken over, so out of control but so taken care of. I am completely full at that moment. I don't want to control this; I want him to do it. I give myself totally over and see where he takes me. His cock is slowly coming back out, only to reenter as forcibly as the first time. Each thrust ignites an unknown flame in my soul. As he jams into me over and over, I can feel those familiar muscles tightening around him. He stops. My world is chaotic. What did I do wrong? I want nothing more than to please him, to accept him as my ruler. My thoughts race all over the place, but all of them focused on him. I whine in short bursts, coinciding with my heaving breath. To come for him would be a great honor. He would be proud of me. Slowly, his dick enters me again, and I give a sigh of relief and content. I am whole again. He stays pumping slowly into me at a steady rhythm. My orgasm is building slowly; I can feel it. But I can't make it go over the edge. I'm kept at this constant state of agitation, wanting more but afraid to ask for it for fear he'll just take it all away. I start whining again, only this time for a different reason. I need to come. I have to come. My cunt is starting to hurt from being maintained at this constant level just under orgasm. "Your body is betraying you again, little girl. Or perhaps your mind is following this time. Your body wants to come. Does your mind?" "Yes, Sir, oh god, yes." "Beg for it then. Tell me why you deserve it." "Oh, Sir, please let me come. You have become my whole world when before I don't think I even had one. You were right from the beginning. All my thoughts are about you, and I need to come to prove to you that you have my body, too. Please finish me off, Sir. I need to feel you come inside me, too, so I know you accept the gift of mind and body. Please let me come." There is silence for a bit except for the sound of wetness between our pounding groins. It is like he's contemplating my worth. My whole world is in limbo as he thinks. Suddenly, he breaks rhythm, jamming his cock hard and as farther into me than I thought possible. "Okay then. Come, little girl. Come for me. Now." And with one more giant thrust, I feel my whole insides shake and quiver. All my body radiates with the release I feel. I can't stop coming, the waves taking me over completely. I have always been in control of my orgasms, but I can't make this one stop. And I don't want to. It's a gift from him. And I give myself over to him more than before in those moments. Our bodies thrust together, draining every last bit of this feeling from ourselves. Finally, we lie still, tiny shudders escaping every now and then. When I'm breathing normally, my head still swimming in the feeling of fullness, he pulls out, and I hear him walking around. I couldn't move right now, even if I weren't tied up. So I'm thankful for the ropes. It relieves me of the worry of trying to move myself. He'll let me move when he's ready for me. I feel the ropes loosen around both legs, and the knot is undone between my wrists. But the bandana stays on. "Thank you, little girl. You have made me very proud." "No, thank you, Sir. Thank you." "Your ropes are loose enough for you to undo the rest of the way. Count to 100 before taking them off. If you don't wait, remember that I know what you're thinking, and I can still punish you. Be good and obey me." "Yes, Sir. I will count." 1...2...3...4...5... I hear the sound of the front door, and I know he's gone. I can feel his absence. A great sorrow washes over me, but I still feel more enlightened than I did before his arrival. Such a strange place for me to be. But wanting to make him proud, I keep counting in his memory. 95...96...97...98...100 I escape from the ropes, free to do as I choose. Control is back in my court, but I know that he is able to come back at any moment, and I will give it to him again. The blindfold is released from my head, and I feel as if the curtain has been lifted from my outlook on life completely. I will never look at anything the same again. As I stand up from the couch, my knees weak for the second time today, I try to gain my senses back. I hear the buzz of the washing machine, reminding me to put my clothes in the dryer now. So I walk over to the laundry room to fulfill the washing machine's wishes. And as I pull myself back into my mundane routine, I rejoice in the feeling that today was out of the ordinary. Today will be like no other day I will ever have, and I still get to go to the grocery store. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I open the front door and step out into a whole new world.