1 comments/ 11433 views/ 2 favorites I'm Yours By: Huligin13 As usual, our day has been very hectic. Getting the kids up and ready for school, getting to work and dealing with all that stress, shuttling the kids everywhere they need to be, getting them all home, fed, bathed and in bed. I'm exhausted just thinking about it. But I look forward to our date tonight. Lately, it seems just holding you for a moment is enough before we both pass out from exhaustion. Tonight holds to be a little more. I hope. As we get ready to go upstairs, you mysteriously whisper to me, "Give me a few minutes to get ready." Then, you kiss me softly but full on the lips. I look at you quizzically but you just whisper, "Trust me." I am already excited just from the kiss. You instruct me to stay downstairs until our bedroom door opens as you so seductively move upstairs. The anticipation is killing me. Minutes seem to ebb away like hours, wondering what you are doing. Finally, the bedroom door opens allowing light to flood the hallway. I can see your shadow move away from the door and then the light goes dim. There is only a faint red glow coming from the doorway. I can smell your perfume and start to get hard at the thought of making love to you. As I make my way to our bedroom, I can see flickering candlelight and then I see you. You take my breath away; standing by the window as the sun sets and the moonlight highlights your face with a soft glow. Your hair is pulled back so I can see your gorgeous face. You are wearing a little black dress that shows off your sexy figure, black nylons and knee high stiletto boots. You turn towards me ever so slightly as the moonlight brushes against your breasts and moan, "I'm yours." I feel woefully underdressed in my t-shirt and lounge pants which can barely contain my excitement. You look at my pants and then look me deeply in the eyes, gently beckoning me with your eyebrows. As I make my way towards you, I am intoxicated by you, the way you look, the way you smell. I come up behind you as you are looking out the window and put my hands on your shoulders. You gasp ever so softly. I rub your arms as I start to kiss the back of your neck. Your posture starts to loosen as I slowly move my hands around your waist and you moan slightly. As I start to caress your breast and your stomach, you turn towards me and give me a kiss. It is deep and passionate, our tongues slowly intertwining around each other. I kiss you back hard and deep and you reach down and grab my shaft. I continue to caress your breasts and feel your nipples start to harden and throb. You are not wearing a bra or panties. We continue to kiss for several minutes. They are not like our usual quick pecks on the lips. They are slow and full and wet and deep. You continue to rub my pants as you start to urge me to the edge of the bed. Without stopping the slow deep kisses, you take off my shirt. You slowly untie my pants and gently pull off my boxers, allowing my throbbing shaft to be free. As you continue to rub me, you stroke the tip spreading the precum all on the shaft. With a final deep kiss, you push me back on the bed so I am sitting on the edge. You seductively whisper to me to keep my hands off and lower yourself so you face my erection full on. You slowly start to kiss and lick the tip, gently stroking my shaft and scrotum. You take more and more into your mouth, I cannot help but see it all as your hair is pulled back. Periodically, you glance into my eyes and you gently suck. I feel as if I am going to explode when you look at me, bolts of electricity surge from groin throughout my body. You kiss my cock, suck on my scrotum, lick my upper thighs, it is almost too much and when you sense things are progressing too fast, you pull back. You take a few steps back and face the window again. You slowly start to sway and pull your dress over your head, initially bending over so I can see the outline of your luscious ass. As you pull the dress completely off, I see a garter belt holding up your stockings. As you turn towards me again, your breasts flushed in the candlelight, I can see your full excited nipples and just the faintest glimmer of light reflecting in wetness of your labia. You have me lie back on the bed and straddle my abdomen. With one hand you reach behind and start to stroke my shaft again but with the other you begin to touch yourself. You start at your neck and slowly work your way down to your breast, cupping them and pinching your nipples. You moan as you stimulate yourself. You continue caressing yourself until you reach your pubic hairs. You gently rub over your pubic bone as you grind your pelvis into me. I can feel your wetness on my skin. You start to rub your clit and then insert a finger into your vault. You moan loudly and grind harder, moving your now wet finger to your throbbing clit and rub it in circles. You move forward, now so you straddle my face. My tongue licks your labia, slowly up and down one side then the other. I flick your clit ever so slightly and can feel more wetness surge out of you. I start to rapidly enter you with my tongue, moving between your vault and your clit, bringing you to almost orgasm several times, licking up your wetness I so love. Suddenly you pull back and simply say, "I'm yours." You take off your boots but leave your garter and stockings on. You slowly start to take the tip of my cock inside you, warm juices flowing around my shaft. You lower so slowly but take me all in; I can tickle your cervix with my head. You put both hands on my shoulders and start to pump up and down. Slowly going up and slowly going down until you start to only go slow up and thrust with deep passion hard and fast down. I watch your breasts bounce up and down and pinch and twist and rub your nipples. Your moans are becoming louder and more constant. I can feel you starting to tighten around me. I sit up and you wrap your legs around my back. We rock back and forth, me thrusting up to enter you deeper, you thrusting down to take me all in. I lean towards you and whisper in your ear, "I'm yours." The heat of my breathe causes you to shiver and tighten around my shaft. I gently nibble your ear lobe as you tighten more and thrust faster. I stick my tongue in your ear and can feel your heat building up. I kiss you full on the mouth, tongues thrusting and you explode. You can feel shocks starting in your vault taking over your whole body, your thrusts are so hard and deep, almost animalistic. I can no longer contain myself and explode jet after jet of warm cum into you. A flood of your juices and my cum fill your vault as you give one last long loud moan arching your back and thrusting once more so tightly and deeply. I thrust upward with one last long grunt pumping the last of my cum into you. We continue to kiss and to throb below for a few minutes until we collapse next to each other. We are still wrapped in each others arms and my softer shaft is still inside you as we drift off into slumber. The morning sunrise promises to be as spectacular as the sunset. I'm Yours! She stood before her mirror completely naked. This in itself would have not seemed abnormal, but in the last few years, she had refrained from looking at her body. At 65, Ariana knew that time had taken its toll on her. Her tits, although still full, sagged with the ravages of time and gravity. She had stretch lines across her stomach from her two births so long ago. She looked up into her eyes. The reflection did not lie. Her eyes wore the crinkled time lines that she hated so. Her lips, thin and pasty colored did nothing to enhance her looks. Her features were sharp. Her bone structure gave her skin that tight drawn look. With a sigh, she thought to herself, "Ariana! You have become an old woman. Why are you acting this way? This charade will only hurt you. You will end up this night like you have so many other nights." The memory of other nights she had spent after acting this way came flooding to her mind. She held back the sob, as the thoughts of other nights like this popped into her head. She could see herself lying on her bed. Her thighs would be open wide and her fingers would be frantically trying to bring life to her uncooperative sex. It had been some time since she had been able to achieve an orgasm that would satisfy her totally. Now, they seemed to only leave her even more frustrated than before. Her eyes gazed down at her stomach. She had a bit of a paunch. Shaking her head, she thought that it was from the rich foods and lack of any type of exercise. Her legs were the most desirable part of her whole body. Even at 65, Ariana still had beautiful legs. They were long; the legs that dancers have. They were shapely and curved with thick thighs that tapered to very slim ankles. She wore skirts that were respectable, but still afforded the looker a glimpse of her well-turned ankles. But between her thighs, she could see that there were many more gray hairs then black that covered her sex. Ariana sighed as her fingertips stroked the soft fine hair. She really should trim it. But with no man that wanted to view it, and no success at her own manipulations, she thought what the hell. "If only a man would take an interest in me? He would awaken the desire that used to consume my mind and body. He would know how to make me long for his touch. I would give myself to such a man! I would willingly do as he wished! Oh! If there were just one who would take me?" Her thoughts were still echoing in her head, when she heard a voice behind her. "I would take you! I would consume you with passion and lust!" A small scream filled her mouth, as she turned quickly. Her eyes frantically scanned the room. The voice had been right by her ear. It had been deep! Resonant! The voice, of a man who was sure of himself. And of his ability to do as he promised. "Who's there? Who's here with me? Come out! Show yourself! I'll call the police! I'll scream!" Her heart beat so fast she could feel it in her head. Her eyes wide with fright, she looked at each dark corner. Then, laughing to herself, she turned her face back to the mirror. "You're losing it girl! You want a man so bad, you're starting to hear one in your head. Her hands came up and cupped her tits. Ariana's tits were not big. They were the size of a big peach and she was able to squeeze them into a b-cup bra. But her nipples were big! When hard, they stuck out about an inch in length. And they were so sensitive! They were almost painful when hard and erect. Ariana's hands softly squeezed the globes of flesh. She grasped her nipples between her fingers and softly tugged. If there was one thing she loved best, it was tit torture. Many a night as she would struggle to elicit an orgasm from her pussy, she would pull and twist her nubs until she screamed from the pain. This always helped her achieve some sort of satisfaction. Ariana closed her eyes as her fingers pulled and twisted her nipples. Suddenly she felt a hot breath on her neck. Her eyes flew open and she looked into the mirror. Already a scream was forming on her lips. But there was not a soul in the room with her. The figure in the mirror was her own. But the feel of the breath on her neck only enflamed her lust. She watched herself in the mirror. With one hand on her tit, her fingers roughly manipulated the sensitive nipple. Her other hand slid down across her stomach. Her mind screamed! "Oh god! If only there was a man here to do this to me. I would have my orgasm." Her fingers slid down to the soft hair between her thighs. Ariana watched as her fingertips parted her downy hair. Her skin was pale. Pale to the point of being pasty white. She had a private porch where she could lay out naked and soak up the sun, but she never used it. She felt it futile to lay around naked, without a man to enjoy her beauty. Ariana's fingers found her slit. A gasp escaped her lips. She was wetter than she would normally get. Feeling her wetness, Ariana slid her finger slowly into her slit up to the first knuckle. With a moan, she felt her pussy lips clasp her finger. Pulling her finger free, she looked at it. The light from the room gave her slick finger a shiny glistening look. Her breath quickened, as she drew the finger to her face. She stopped the finger beneath her nose, inhaling deeply the fragrance of her heated sex. Again she felt the breath on her neck and this time, she just shivered. The voice once again came to her. Only this time, it was in her mind. "Look at the finger Ariana. Smell it! See how I have made you excited. You want a man to want you? What would you do if one were here now? Taste it! Taste yourself as I will taste you." Ariana moaned. She had played with her pussy on many occasions. But never had she ever felt the compulsion to taste her own juices. Sure she had sucked cock after guys would fuck her. But that was different. This time, the voice was more insistent. "Taste it! You wanted a lover. One who would give you pleasure! One to fill you! One that would consume you with passion and lust! I will be your lover Ariana. But in return, you will obey me. Taste it now!" As if in no control of her own actions, Ariana brought the finger to her lips. She slid the tip of her tongue out and barely touched the tip of her wet finger. Then with a moan, she slipped the digit between her lips. Her eyes grew wide, as she felt the breath quicken on her neck. She must be going crazy. At 65, she had finally gone over the edge. But the juice from her cunt tasted so good! It had never tasted this good! Not even when she would clean it from the cock of one of her lovers. Avidly, she sucked her finger. Then with a moan, she slid her hand back down to her cunt. Two fingers this time. And she was even wetter than before. She shivered as she thought she felt a tongue tip touch her neck. But the pleasure she was feeling, chased the thought of someone in her room from her mind. If she was losing it! If she was indeed going crazy! If all that was true and it made her feel like this, she hoped that she would go completely bonkers. Anything to make this feeling continue! The only thing that would make her complete was if there was a man there to help her enjoy the pleasure she was feeling. The voice was once again in her head. This time, it was with a lover's soft caress. "What would you do if a man were here to make you complete? Would you give yourself willingly to him?" Feeling herself growing closer to that orgasm that always eluded her, Ariana whispered, "yes". "Would you do his bidding to give him pleasure?" "Yes!" "Would you surrender yourself completely to his lust?" Ariana felt sharp nails caressing her skin. She gasped at the real feeling of the touch. They settled on her hard throbbing nipples. Ariana gasped, as she felt them digging into her soft flesh. Staring at her mirrored image, she watched as her skin dimpled. A small cry escaped her lips, as she felt the sharp nails bite. Tiny pinpricks of blood began to ooze from her pale skin. Her pale white skin contrasted deeply with the dark crimson color of her blood. It felt like sharp, red-hot pins were being pushed into her tender nipples. Ariana cried out with the pain, even as her body reacted to the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. The voice this time was not in her head. It was a hot breathy whisper in her ear. And her whole body shivered at the feeling of its vibrations. "A glimpse of my pleasure for you Ariana. See in your mind what I would ask of you." Suddenly, an image burst upon her thoughts. Ariana was in a room. She was naked and bent over a low table. She was bound hand and foot. Her wrist wore shackles that were attached to a long wooden rail. Her legs kept apart with a thick metal pole that was attached to the shackles on her ankles. There was a hard rubber plug that was pushed up into her ass stretching her. Attached to her nipples, were cruel sharp clamps that dug into her tender flesh. Weights attached to the clamps pulled her nipples downward. Even her pussy was not spared restriction. Attached to her pussy lips, were similar clamps as the ones on her tits. But these were attached to a chain that wound around her hips. The chain in effect, kept her spread open and vulnerable. Around her neck was a thick black collar made of leather. Attached to the collar was another chain that stretched to the wall behind her. It was tight enough to keep her head pulled back. As the scene unfolded within her mind, Ariana felt her lust grow. She had imagined many a time, being completely immobile and at the whim of another. But no man had ever gained her trust enough to allow him that pleasure. But it was the man that stood before her that completely captured her attention. He was tall. With broad shoulders that were wider than a man should have. Naked from the waist up, Ariana gasped at the muscles that seemed to ripple across his chest and stomach. There was a light sheen of sweat that covered him. As if he had been exerting himself in some act. Probably placing her in the helpless position that she was in. There was a bulge in the crotch of his pants. Ariana gasped at the size of that bulge. She had enjoyed men whom she thought were big. But the bulge that pushed and pulsed within his pants looked absolutely huge! Ariana judged that he must be at least 9 inches long and thicker than any cock she had ever seen. There was no way her frail body could take such a weapon. For she felt that weapon it was. She raised her eyes to look upon his face. She had never in her life seen a more handsome man. His hair was close cropped. Almost like a skullcap upon his head. His eyebrows were thin. He sported a thin trim mustache and a short spiked beard. His skin was the color of coal. Black! Shiny! His lips were full. Ariana felt that she could get lost in those lips. Oh, to feel him kissing and using those soft black lips upon her body. She had never been with a black man before. They had always scared her with their lack of manners and crude words and actions. But this man shouted grace and refinement. He approached her. Ariana gasped as she felt his touch. No man had ever touched her so gently. His touch was as soft as cotton as he caressed her skin. But everywhere he touched her, her skin burned with pleasure. He caressed her face, running his hand over her cheek. When he let his fingertip trace her thin lips, Ariana opened her mouth and eagerly sucked upon the tip of his digit. His eyes were like burning pools that she could not look away from. It was as if he was staring into her soul. Slipping his finger from her mouth, she watched as the nail began to grow. But it was not a rounded smooth edge that it came to. It was sharp and pointy. She felt him push his finger back into her mouth. As if reading his thought, Ariana opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. A moan issued from her lips, as she felt him pierce her tongue with the sharp nail. The copper taste of blood filled her mouth and almost caused her to cum. He leaned in and kissed her. The touch of his lips upon hers caused her to shiver with delight. Then she felt his soft tongue slide between them and enter her mouth. As if it had a life of its own, it caressed her tongue, stroking the tiny hole he had just created. Ariana moaned and tried to push herself into him. But the chain held her fast. He controlled just how much tongue she would get. Her eyes grew wide, as she felt his tongue lick every nook and cranny within her mouth. No man had ever kissed her this way. All her lovers had always pressed their lips hard against hers. But his kiss was different. He wanted her to taste him. Ariana began to suck on his tongue. Small mewing sounds issued from her mouth as she greedily feasted upon him. If she thought his tongue weird, it did not matter. His kiss was going to the heart of her flaming passion and she no longer cared. Then she felt it grow. It felt almost like a dick as it slowly slid deeper into her mouth. And Ariana opened her mouth wide, slipping her thin white lips around his pink tongue. To the back of her throat she felt him push it. And to her surprise, she neither gagged nor choked. It snaked back and forth, pushing in and out of her throat. He was fucking her mouth with his tongue. And Ariana felt her pussy reacting to his ministrations. She whimpered in frustration. She wanted to grab him! Hold him to her as she tried to push even more of his delicious tongue in her throat. But she was helpless and he teased her with it causing her to moan and thrust herself against her bonds. Ariana felt his sharp nails scratch her tender flesh as his fingertips caressed her skin. Then she felt his sharp tug upon the clamps that were attached to her nipples. Suddenly, his tongue was gone. Like a fish out of water, she worked her mouth frantically trying to feel him again. But then a scream issued from her lips as he pulled the chains hard. It felt as if a thousand tiny teeth were biting into her tender nipple. Even in her pain, Ariana could see the lust in his eyes. No man had ever shown her this look of wanting before. No man, no matter how worked up she would get him, had ever looked at her with the look this dark stranger gave her. Smiling, he stepped back. Ariana was breathing hard. Her lungs trying to fill themselves after her scream had emptied them. But her eyes never left his. She could not seem to take her eyes off his. It felt as if there should be blood pouring from her abused nipples. But she couldn't take her eyes from his to even look. "Soon Ariana! Be patient and obedient and soon enough I will give you pleasure like you have never known." His words were said with a conviction that assured her that he would keep his promise. Ariana gulped in air, as his hands caressed her tender skin. His nails were like the exposed wires of an electric cord as he trailed them upon her body. Every nerve within her was stimulated with the electric feel of them. She turned her head as he walked around her. But as he stood directly behind her, she could not glimpse him. Then she felt his hot tongue on her back. Every nerve in her body screamed. She screamed! Not in pain. But in the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt. And that hot tongue seemed to devour her senses. It started right between her shoulder blades. Slowly! Sensuously! It trailed down her spine. Bound like she was, Ariana had very little ability to move. But that tongue kept her wiggling and squirming as it slid down her back. She gasped as she felt it dive between the cheeks of her ass. It was like a hot poker as it trailed up and down her crack. Ariana groaned as she felt the hard rubber plug being pulled from her hole. She was breathing heavy when she felt the tip touch her hole. A groan sounded from her mouth even as she attempted to push her hips back at him. His soft rich chuckle sounded in her mind. "No man has ever made you feel the things that I will make you feel." Even as he talked, his tongue continued to torment her. How could this be? Then she felt his hands upon her hips. She could feel each individual nail as it bit into her skin. On each side of her hips, she felt the four pinpricks as he grasped her hips. Then she felt the nails of what had to be his thumbs as he peeled her cheeks apart. Gasping for air, she moaned. Then she whispered the first word she had said since he started. She could feel his hot breath at the opening. She could sense his tongue poised to invade her. No man had ever even touched her back there. And this man was ready to penetrate her there with his tongue. Every fiber of her body cried out for it! Even as her mind recoiled at the nastiness of it! "Please!" It came out in a barely heard whisper. But she heard the pleading in her voice. His chuckle made her whimper. Like a sex-starved whore, she was begging him. Her voice pleading with him to do what she had never envisioned any man ever doing to her. What she would have never allowed a man to do to her. But this was no ordinary man! The tip of his tongue touched her skin and she cried out. She felt his sharp tongue as he slowly circled her crinkled hole. Around and around his tongue swirled. Always on the outer fringe, never touching her where she needed it most. It was at the point when she felt the tip of his tongue begin to enter her that she was jerked back to reality. Ariana stood before her mirror. Her body was drenched in sweat. She was gasping for air and groaning in frustration. Her mind screamed at the lost of the vision she had held in her mind. But even as her wide eyes looked upon her shaking body, she saw the tiny pinpricks on her nipples. Tiny drops of her red blood clung to the tip. "Give yourself to me! Give yourself to me willingly, and all that you thought and felt can be yours. I will be yours! But you will also be mine! You will belong to me Ariana! To do with as I please! To please me as I wish!" The words echoed in her head. She had lost it! She knew that she had. There was no other explanation for what was happening to her. She stood looking at herself in the mirror. Her legs were weak. She felt as if everything that she had seen in her mind had already happened to her. And with that feeling came the feeling of loss. She had come so close! Ariana felt that if her hallucination, for that was what it had to have been, had lasted but a few seconds longer, she would have achieved the biggest orgasm in her life. She felt something on her leg. Looking down at herself, Ariana saw a long line of white crème sliding slowly down her thigh. She heard a soft laughter in her mind. As if watching someone else's actions, Ariana saw herself scoop the crème up with her trembling hand. She made loud slurping noises as she greedily sucked and licked it from her covered fingers. Over and over again she did this until she fell to her knees crying. "Please! Please! I don't care if I'm going crazy! I don't care if I am losing my mind! I want it! I want the pleasure! I need it! Oh god please give it to me!" The voice was harsh and cold. "God has nothing to do with this! Give yourself to me and you will know the pleasure you seek. Become mine, and you will know endless pleasure from now to eternity!" The image that exploded in her mind almost sent her over the edge. The dark stranger was back. This time, Ariana was stretched out on a hard black table. Her arms and legs were restrained at the corners. Ariana watched as the dark stranger removed his pants. If she thought his cock was huge while in his pants, the true sight of it almost made her feint. It was like a big black snake. It twisted and turned on its own. The shaft was thick, with thick veins wrapped around it that seemed to wiggle and pulse. The head was smooth and dark as the blackest night. Shiny almost to the point that looking at it hurt her eyes. There was a big hole in the center from which dripped a deep red liquid. The stranger touched it with his finger and brought the finger to her lips. I'm Yours! When he pushed his fingertip between her thin lips, an explosion of flavor erupted in her mouth. She had swallowed many a man's cum. But never had she tasted any that was a sweet as his. She was placed in such a position, that she could look down between her open thighs. The big black cock snaked its way between her open legs. The contrast between her skin color and the color of the cock was startling. It nestled between the lips of her pussy and stopped. Ariana was breathing heavy. Her whole body was tense in anticipation of his entry. But the hard throbbing cock never entered her. It lay between her pussy lips and pulsed. She could feel it throbbing as she squirmed her hips trying to force it into her. Her common sense warred with her emotions. Taking a cock this size would hurt her. Having him force that length and thickness into her tender pussy would tear her apart. And yet, she wanted this with everything in her. Her eyes lifted to his. His eyes were burning embers that burned into her soul. Ariana shivered. For the first time, she realized that this was no dream! He was no ordinary man! Her mind screamed at the truth of what was happening to her. But when she opened her mouth to cry out, the word she wanted to say would not come. Instead of the cries of anguish she wanted to let loose, her voice came out in a croaked whisper. "Please?" Her whole life was in that one word. Everything that she was! That she would be! That she could be was in that one word. Was it a plea for release? For forgiveness? Or was she begging him to take her? His smile was cold. He had her and he knew it! Of all the women he had ever taken, she was one who was special. And the need for her burned within him. Burned in a way that even he, with all the hundreds of years he had existed, had never known. "No Ariana! You must say the words. There can be no misunderstandings between us! I have shown you what I offer you. I have given you a glimpse of what can be yours. But you must tell me what you wish to do with that offer. You may reject me! If you do I will leave and never darken your doorstep again. Or you can give yourself to me. To be mine forever!" Ariana's mind could barely comprehend what was happening to her. She felt the tightening in her chest. Every nerve in her body tingled. Her fear was so great she could smell it in the room. The room! Opening her eyes wide, she was no longer restrained on a table. She was back in her bedroom. Kneeling before her mirror. Out of the corner of her eye, a movement caused her to turn. Like a wisp of vapor, a tendril of smoke began to form before her eyes. The mist grew dense. Ariana held her breath. For she knew without a doubt what was about to appear before her. The tall dark stranger stood before her. He was dressed in black! A black that was darker than the darkest night. But it only seemed to bring out his blackness even more. He clothes were made of the finest material that Ariana had ever seen. And they fit him as if he had poured them over his body. Even thru her fear, she could not look away from his beauty. And like a moth helplessly drawn to the flame that will destroy it, she crawled to him. He didn't move as he watched her come to him. Smiling, he held himself rigid. Ariana clutched at his pants as she drew herself up his legs. When her face was level with the throbbing bulge within his crotch, she rubbed against it. First one side then the other, her cheeks rubbed him. Like a cat rubbing your leg for attention she rubbed him. Mewing and whimpering with need, she showered his bulge with tiny kisses. Then she looked up into her face. His gaze was intense as he looked down on her. She felt cheap, worthless, as his smile of triumph mocked her. But when he spoke, his words came out soft and soothing. They caressed her senses and seemed to stimulate her like nothing ever did. "Say the words Ariana! You know you will! You want this! You have needed this like you have never needed anything else in your life. Say the words and I will become your life! You will be my wife. You will be the one that will satisfy my needs. Even as I satisfy yours! Say the words Ariana and I will take you back to that place. All that you saw will be yours. All that and more! You need only say the words and I am yours." Tears fell from her eyes. Tears of fear! Tears of shame! Tears of loneliness and need! But she also shed tears of joy and fulfillment. Give in to him and she would know pleasure that she had only dreamed about. Give in to him, and she would experience endless orgasms. Give in to him and a world of pleasure awaited her. The lump in her throat was hard for her to swallow. Her mouth was dry. She tried to swallow to get some moisture inside to utter the words he waited to hear. Then from her thin lips, her tiny voice croaked. "I am yours!" "Louder! I did not hear you." "I am yours!" His eyes burned into hers. "To do with as I please?" "Yes!" "Mine forever? To satisfy my every whim and desire?" "YES!" This time she shouted it. "Mine to command?" "YES! YES! ANYTHING! EVERYTHING! I AM YOURS!" Smiling, he picked her up. He picked her up as if Ariana weighed no more than just a few pounds. Effortlessly, he drew her to him. His lips were hot on hers as he kissed her. Feeling his tongue slid in her mouth, this time she could barely breath. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt him place the tip of his cock to her dripping cunt. He was twice as big as he had been before. Suddenly she began to struggle. The grin on his face grew wider. He held her poised above his throbbing cock. But it had become a cock the likes of which this world had never seen. With an even grin he stared at her. Ariana struggled for her life. For to be taken by him would end her life as she knew it. His hands tightened on her waist. He lifted her higher, but the tip of his cock seemed to stay glued to the lips of her cunt. "There is no escape Ariana! Say it again! Let your dying words echo your commitment to me!" Tears fell from her eyes. Ariana knew that she was lost. There was no escape! She had given herself to him. And once said, she could never take the words back. A gasp of anguish and resignation came out with the words. "I am yours!" She said those words knowing that they would be the last words she would ever utter in this lifetime. With an evil grin, he tightened his hold upon her. Then, with strength like she had never known could exist, he pulled her down upon his shaft. No! This was not a shaft. This was a pole! Longer! Fatter! More devastating than she could have ever imagined! As her body was torn in two by his penetration, Ariana was given a glimpse of what awaited her. Her dying scream echoed within the room as all around her burst into flame. * (This story is the sole property of Spanker Sam. Any reproduction in whole or part is forbidden without his consent.) Any and all feedback is welcome. I'm Yours This is for everyone who commented on my last audio, and sent me feedback. Sorry It's been so long coming, I had a problem Submitting. Love Dan * * * * * Click Here to listen. (16 min/mp3) * * * * * I'm Yours and I'm Being Punished The door announced your arrival with an angry crash. The tension radiated off of you so thick that my smile disappeared before I could look you fully in the eye. No words had to be exchanged for you to tell me the naughty pictures I uploaded online had stumbled into your lap. You watch me gulp and begin an apology, cutting me off with a smack, stingy red across my cheek. I know my apology is meaningless and you are fully aware that I uploaded these pictures to tease you. I close my mouth and look down, furrowing my brow and pouting my lips out. You speak in a low whisper. "Take my boots off." I oblige and immediately roll to the floor, legs crossed at the ankles and small hands pulling quickly. Your wide hand rests on my head in an almost warm way. You wait until I slide the last boot off to tug my face up with your fistful of red hair. My cry is muffled by the pinching. rough denim. You use your grip to rub my nose into the front of your jeans, grinding your hips at the same time. I feel so small on my knees in front of you. My face is almost smaller than the growing bulge. I can feel rug burn start to shout from my cheeks. My hands start to undo your zipper. Seconds later. I'm pushed back on the ground. I'm being punished. Another smack, this one to my heat. You aren't fucking around. This isn't light fun to amuse the masochist in me. You pull my legs apart, giving you a better shot at my black panties. Another smack before you rip my panties all the way off. I bite my lip. You tell me to open my eyes. To pay attention. I watch as you smack my bare heat again, the high pitched squeak coming from your doll makes you smile. Another smack. You climb on top of me, knees on either side of my soft tummy. My breath catches. Your fingers idle at my clit for a second while you thought up what was next. Your gaze goes tender for a second. You know I'm yours. My panties went from your hand to stuffed into my mouth. Your left hand grabs my cheeks, squishing them together. "Am I not satisfying enough for the little slut?" You shake my face on every other syllable. Your right hand snakes down my tummy and back to my cunt. I feel two fingers push inside me, hurting me with invasive strokes. I squirm back, desperate to get off your pistoning fingers. Your free hand is wrapped around my throat now. Pinned like an animal. I go limp. "Is this good enough? Is this good enough for the little fucking slut?" Your hoarse whisper was gone. Roars replaced it as you punch in and out of me. "Is this good enough? Is this good enough?" My body is convulsing in time with your fingers, frantic moans only slightly muffled by my panties. My head involuntarily rolls back and forth on the pillow. The attack stops quickly, just before my climax. You dismount the bed, leaving me whimpering behind you. My eyes are shut again, breasts heaving. I could taste the sweet orgasm on my lips. No matter how badly I want it, I know to stay still. You return, carrying my ties. You use the silk scarves to bind my wrists above my head. I could smell my wetness, could taste the pungent sweetness from my panties. It filled the room. When you grabbed my leg to tie my ankle to the bedpost, I wiggle free. I hated being completely pinned down and even though I had no chance of escaping, I had to try. You grab my leg quickly and lift my body up a little more to give my ass the hardest slap yet. I shake my head violently. Muffled words came through my panties as you tied me spread eagle. Three more smacks came to my dangling ass. I am yours and I'm being punished. I watch you pull out a black airsoft hand gun from your jacket.. My chest tightened. What the hell were you going to do with an airsoft gun? An orange pellet ricocheted off a heaving breast, answering my question. You shoot another, leaving two identical dots on my porcelain skin. I look down at you, begging with my eyes. Each bullet is so much more than a pinch or clothespin. I want to be done now. You smile. Shoot my clit with deadly aim. Everything goes white. I arch my back and strain against my ties. Pain erupted up my spine, making my head roll. I can't even scream Another shot, bouncing off my stomach and clipping my nipple, shaking my entire body. I try so hard to get out of my ties, I pull and twist. Fight. I can hear you laughing as you shoot my heaving, pink stomach more. My panties fall from my open mouth. You can see me crying now, snot, sweat and tears shining bright from my face. I feel you get on the bed and mount me. Your pants are off now, perfect cock resting on my chin. Your hands stroke my cheek. You tell me to open my eyes once more. I'm still shaking. My skin is stinging. screaming at me. I need to be done now. When I open my mouth to say so, you take my chin and force me open, slipping your cock in. I cough and gag as you start fucking my face, leaning into me. I'm used to going at my own pace and controlling how deep I took you. This was brutal. I could feel your balls slapping my face, each tap a crude little reminder that I wasn't to enjoy this. You pull almost all the way out. I took this as a chance to take a deep breath and inhaled at exactly the same time you deposited yourself into my mouth. You look down, wondering why I was still choking. It dawns on you and with a smile, you pat the top of my head. I don't even remember being untied. Exhaustion owned me now. You came back from the bathroom to find me breathing heavy, happily curled up with the comforter pulled up over my shoulders and nearly covering my face. A glance at the alarm clock told you that it was only 9.