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Ariel

By: Rouquie



I awoke with the memory of sweet scent and a chill wind against my bare chest. The rocky ground I had lain on was warm where my body had made contact. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I looked around the scorched surroundings, remembering how decimated this world was when we first arrived. I then realised that she was no longer with me. My eyes scanned the barren land in search for the white lady. Her glow could be seen for miles but the horizon remained a sooty red. Red, like blood. The effect of the devastation that had blasted this world into total ecological collapse. No life could be found anywhere on the planet, no life could ever survive in such an environment. This world will remain dead for all of eternity.

Wearing only a pair of tattered jeans, I can stand on the frozen surface without feeling any of the harsh elements that would kill a mortal man in seconds. I am the only sole survivor of a once stubborn and greedy race. Humans. By pure luck I survived the Armageddon that had wiped out the rest of my kind.

I had been working as a janitor at a medical facility that was researching some radical new medical treatment. They were assured it would make anyone completely immune to nearly all forms of disease. It worked by strengthening the outer protein wall of all the cells in the body and reprogramming their DNA structure to adapt to any new disease they might encounter. It was administered by an injection then activated by bombarding the entire body with some sort of safe radioactive wave.

I had inadvertently volunteered for the first test run by walking into the room where they were discussing about who they would test this new treatment on. They asked me in passing as I emptied the bin if I was up to being their guinea pig. I shrugged and replied: "Why not?"

I wouldn't have said anything if I had known that their funding was being cut if no new breakthrough was presented. So I was marched to the bombardment room three days later, still scratching at the shoulder they had injected the serum into me an hour after I had agreed into testing the procedure.

Lying on the bed I waited for the gigantic machine that surrounded my body to finish it's sequence. It was then that a war had begun and an atomic bomb fell on the city some 20 kilometres away. The shockwave ripped through the facility like it was made of paper, completely destroying it. What had saved me was the machine, acting like an armoured shell and protecting me from the majority of the devastating blast.

Counting my luck I crawled up to see what had happened, taking in great breaths of scorched air. Looking out towards ground zero I realised that the nuclear down fall would kill me in hours. So I waited, not knowing that the core of the machine had leaked, radiating me with its steady flow of strange rays.

A few days later I walked out of the blasted creator, the cuts and bruises I had received had completely healed. The treatment had worked, although to a degree that was far beyond what the scientists had ever hoped for. My body was invincible, no matter what kind of damage that was dealt, it would rapidly heal itself and leaving no trace of it ever been touched. I also found that my body needed little or no sustenance, the cells feeding off the nutrients from the very air itself! I was amazed at how much my body could take.

But I couldn't test myself completely for the war had dug its claws into the citizens of this world. I never knew who started it all, but I did know how it ended. Every country, believing the other had fired the first shot, retaliated with their own deadly arsenal.

Within a week, Earth's had lost 80% of its population. The surviving strands of humanity slowly died out less then half a generation later. With the atomic attacks pounding its surface, the world fought back, sending radioactive dust high into the atmosphere and scattering it on erratic winds. What had once been fertile land became a deserts of radioactive dust, quickly killing plants and animals. The sun was blanked out behind a choked sky and the weather became unpredictable and cold. A perpetual winter cursed the surface, killing millions in just one year.

My enhanced body survived the onslaught that the dying world had cast, suffice to say I felt every pain I received in such a climate. Wandering through the bleak and ruined terrain of a forgotten country, I had found the last human half frozen and driven completely mad by hunger and cold in the shelter of a ruined building. He was a boy of about twelve years and from his inane babbling I deduced he was the survivor of a desperate caravan of eight searching for food.

One by one they all died until he was left alone, cold and half dead from malnutrition to wander aimlessly on the dead surface. And now he was following those last survivors into the blissful sleep of oblivion and I watched as I held him in my arms as his eyes closed for the last time, never to open again.

I never mourned for the loss of humanity, instead I blamed its destruction on itself. Humans as a whole had always been a stupid race. Arrogant, selfish and completely lacking in self preservation, it had started the fatal wheel of genocide with the production of weapons of mass destruction.

How I loathed at being who I was and tried without success to end my life numerous times. But my cursed body stubbornly healed and replenished itself, making me a solitary god and forcing me to wander without reason over a dead planet.

Countless years passed and my body still refused to relent, suspending my ageing process indefinitely and keeping me alive in a place that held no value for me. One day as I wondered, more for the act of moving then any other reason, I saw something streak across the sky, leaving a flaming path in its wake and landed some distance away with an impact that shook the very ground. I decided to investigate, for what else was there to do?

Reaching the creator the missile had made I was completely stunned at what I discovered. That was the day my life had truly changed, for that was the day I met Ariel.

I searched the horizon again but this time with my mind, sending my thought wide over the landscape. I had learned to awaken my dormant ability of telepathy from Ariel. From the moment she opened her eyes and looked up at me as she lay comfortably in the middle of the creator she had created, she had used her mind as a primary medium of communication. She came to earth in no spaceship or pod but instead in her natural nude form, her body, unlike my own, was unsusceptible to any type of physical harm. I don't believe she can even feel pain.

I was rewarded then with the warmth of her thoughts flooding my own. I could never overcome the awe I felt at the eternal knowledge that is her mind. I smiled as her thoughts turned to me and beckoned me to her. Spreading my feathered wings I obediently followed her thoughts.

My wings. Black feathers, soft and smooth, covered the pinions that protruded from my back. It was a few hours after Ariel had awoken, her initial greeting still echoing in my mind, when she asked me why my wings had not yet sprouted. We were talking about the destruction of my world and what had started it all off when she suddenly faced me with it.

After a few moments of trying to reply through a shocked, half choked throat she reached across the space between us and gently both placed her hands on either side of my head. Her touch was cold, like ice but it filled my mind with a comfortable warmth as she reached in and opened the doors that were once firmly locked. As her mind bridged across to my own to help me better understand what I needed to know, I sensed in her a mind that was so vast and so incredibly strong I felt overpowered just by briefly touching it.

When she was done she let her hands drop and gave me time to adapt to the knowledge that was once previously denied to every human being before me.

For countless years we continued to communicate through our minds. She spoke only briefly about her own doomed world, which I discovered was almost identical to earth, its inhabitants looking so similar to humans I had to constantly remind myself that Ariel was a complete alien to me. Her race had evolved early, their scientists accelerating their bodies to reach their final form. But such a rush had completely collapsed their social structure as those who did evolve scorned those who had not and visa versa.

War was inevitable and millions died under the onslaught of highly advanced weaponry. Ariel escaped after she took her final form, taking to the air and rushing out of the atmosphere at an incredible speed. She looked back once in horror as the surface was bombarded, wishing she could have done something, but she continued on, turning her back to her home world and went in search for another.

For centuries she wandered through the cold void of space, her ultimate form keeping her alive like mine had done. She vied to find a home, even one that was already inhabited, and start a new life. She would teach the inhabitants and prevent the destruction that befallen her world from happening again. She never found one.

She had only landed on the blackened surface of Earth to rest. To sleep for as long as she wanted to. She told me that her last 'nap' had lasted a few thousand years. Once she had landed she had curled up and had closed her eyes when I appeared. Sensing the curiosity and awe I had felt when I beheld her she decided to forgo her rest and instead began to communicate with me and teach me everything my mind could achieve.

She also taught me about my new found 'talents' as my body, acting from commands given by a fully evolved mind, changed quickly to compensate for the sudden evolutionary leap from human to our ultimate form.

Although both my mind and body had reached its final form, my personality and emotions had not changed in the slightest and Ariel was confused by what she saw in my mind each time I thought of her. She had no concept of love or hate and the intimate act of reproduction completely baffled her. She was anatomically perfect to my eyes, and she became irritated when she occasionally picked up images out of my mind, not knowing what they fully meant.

So one day after about three hundred years or more, she finally got sick and tired of those images and asked me bluntly to put them into practice.

It was something she never regretted asking.

The sun was washing away the remains of darkness that was early morning when I found her. Her face a pale red from the light of the sun, her naked form passive and resting but standing erect facing the warmth of the morning. Her wings lay in her early shadow.

I landed at the tip of her retreating shadow and followed it towards her, watching her wings slowly spread to make way for my approach. I followed them as they towered over her slight form. Her wings, unlike mine, were made of leathery flesh, bleached to the same hue as her pale skin. Eight long pinions, over five times her own height and split from two points on her back just below her shoulders, spread majestically above and around her.

I reached her and drew my arms around her waist, a human act that I did not even think of doing. But what surprised me was not my action, but her reaction. She lent her weight against my chest as her wings came down over my arms and shoulders.

Surprised by the comfortable closeness of our bodies, closer then we had ever been for the last millennia, my mind was blasted open. Ariel gently held it with her own, soothing it, calming the torrents of thoughts and emotions that had eluded her only a few hours before, and guided me down to the beauty of the moment. Her mind turning my own towards the sunrise, blocking out the devastation and keeping only the fiery colours that filled the sky. And the immortals that watch it.

"There is still beauty in this dead world," her voice seemed distant but clear within my head as she used it for the first time outside telepathy, "But one must learn to look for it, then could one appreciate the beauty that is."

"True," I said, not sure it was my own voice for it had been decades since I last used it "Once again you have opened my mind to my mistakes and ignorance,"

She drew closer, resting her hands on mine, her head on my shoulder. She closed her eyes, seeing through my eyes and mind taking in the thoughts and emotions that I felt.

'You are only human'

She had whispered within my head. Those words once again reminded me of the grim reality that I was human and she was not. Casting the thoughts aside I wrapped my wings around us, the soft feathers crossing before her naked form. It was not to shield her from the cold for I alone could feel such things but to let her know I will shield her from anything and to let her know I will always care.

"I know these already," her eyes were closed but our minds were still linked, her voice echoed within my head, "I have always known ever since our moment of intimacy, when our minds and bodies were one and we shared the same thoughts, memories and emotions. I still do not fully understand these emotions but now I have them, I will share them. I too will shield you and I too will care."

She opened her eyes and we both watched the remaining beauty this world had left to offer.

Ariel



Saturday. I love Saturdays. You got to wake up late and enjoy a long shower. After that you lay on the couch, scratching your balls while watching Star Trek reruns or playing fighting video games. No job to attend to, and I since have the habit of going on all necessary errands for the week-end on Wednesday afternoon, I have nothing else to do than to shout to the world, "Fuck Off!"

What I also love about Saturdays is that you can take time to prepare a meal fit for a king. Don't misunderstand me, I also cook on weekdays, but since I am tired from work, I keep it simple. But on Saturday, I like to make myself a hell of a lunch. My roommates are usually gone for the weekend, so I'm free to fill the apartment in any scent I want.

I remember one Saturday in particular. It was for me an "Asian" day. I was planning Vietnamese nems and Japanese sushis for starters, followed by Pekingese lacquered duck. The dessert was Tatin pie. I know it's not Asian but I'm a sucker for apple and cinnamon.

I was wrapping a sheet of rice paste around an elegant arrangement of shrimp, finely cut vegetables and coriander when I realized I hadn't enough rice vinegar for preparing the sushi rice. Lucky me, there is a small Japanese grocery a few blocks away from my place. I checked the pie and the oven temperature: plenty of time to go. I took my keys, put on an old Motorhead T-shirt and rolled myself a cigarette before going down the stairs. Once at the entrance hall, I saw that some furniture was stocked there and that the front door was open. 'Well,' I said to myself, 'someone must be moving in that flat below mine.'

I stepped outside, lit my cigarette and noticed a van parked nearby. Its rear doors seemed open and someone was unloading stuff, but I didn't paid much attention as my destination was on the opposite direction. Once at the grocery, I quickly bought a bottle of rice vinegar, and stopped at an all-night booze shop to get a fresh beer before returning home.

I was walking up the stairs, sipping my beer when I heard some noise coming from above. Two flights of stairs later I was greeted with the sight of a nice female backside. Well nice was an understatement. Perfect was the term. Enclosed in tight black pants, her buttocks were perfectly round, small yet leading to curvy and feminine hips, no signs of panty line spoiling the heavenly sight. Following below was a splendid set of thighs, well defined and just full enough to be sexy without looking to fat nor too thin. Her pants were cut knee high, so I could see the smooth calves beneath them, well toned yet not too much muscular. Her skin was rosy. and look as soft as a baby's. Stepping out of my reverie, I looked up. The girl who possessed this impressing body was wearing a white T-shirt and had short, raven black hair. She was petite, about five feet four, and her figure was to die for. Her waist was slim, with just enough curves to make it look soft as a baby.

She was trying to push a chest of drawers up the stairs, and was definitively having problems with it.

"Need some help?" I said when my brain processed the situation.

"I could use a hand," she replied, out of breath.

She rotated her body while letting a hand on the piece of furniture, and I wish I could tell you I saw her face at the moment, but my eyes caught on with her perfect breasts before that. They looked gorgeous on her, just a little bigger for her figure than I expected, but that was a good thing. They were full and stood proud on her chest, and her T-shirt hung close to her body due to perspiration, giving me an outline of a bra I visualized white and lacy.

Then I saw her face, round and plump as a baby, with gorgeous big blue eyes emphasized with soft blue eye shadow. She wore a light touch of lip gloss, and she had the most wonderful genuine yet mysterious smile I'd ever seen. I quickly put down my beer and my bottle of vinegar and rushed to hold the chest of drawers, but I was unable to push it forward as its base was caught in a step.

"Hold it there, I'm gonna lift it from the other side," I told her as I climbed the stairs past the piece of furniture. I quickly grabbed its base, then lifted and pulled at it at the same time, thanking the work out I've been doing recently after my graduation. With a few more efforts, we finally had the chest in front of her door.

"Thank you. I was going to let it slide down the stairs if you hadn't arrived." She was red from the effort, and took deep breaths while wiping her forehead.

"You're welcome," I said, panting a little bit but trying not to show it. Then I realized my Tatin pie was going to burn like hell if I didn't shut the oven off.

"Shit!" I ran up the stairs and arrived at my apartment. Hopefully, the pie hadn't burnt, so I opened the oven door, inhaling the cinnamon and apple aromas flowing from it. At this moment I realized I had left a damsel in distress two flights of stairs below and made an ass of myself, so I rushed back there. Hopefully, the girl was still there.

"Sorry I ran like that, but I had a pie in the oven," I said, mentally kicking myself for saying something that stupid.

She raised an eyebrow after I made a complete fool of myself. For a second, I wanted to shrink down to nothingness or be engulfed into a black hole, but then the cutest smile enlightened her face. She chuckled then said, winking, "For a moment I thought I scared the hell out of you."

"Not at all," I answered, relieved.

A strong apple scent started to fill the air since I had left my door and the oven open.

"Smells good," she said.

"Sure does," I replied, casually walking down the stairs and taking my beer and vinegar. "I was fixing myself some lunch when I had to run an errand," I added, before taking a sip of my beer.

"A cooking man ... What a rare sight."

"Well, I always loved cooking, and now that I work and can afford healthy stuff, I don't really deprive myself. Junk food is fine during college, but now I have time to cook. Especially on Saturdays."

"Why 'especially on Saturdays'?"

"Let's just say that this is my 'über cooking' day. I take the time to make myself a killer meal"

She laughed, "You're so lucky. I'm an awful cook; all I'm able to prepare is microwaved meals and overcooked pastas."

"It's not that hard once you get to it," I said, smiling. "Do you have other heavy stuff to lift?"

"No, that was the big bastard. The rest I can take care of." She paused. "That really smells good. What is it, apple pie?"

"Nope. Tatin pie. It's a French recipe. Basically, you cook apples with a lot of cinnamon for about an hour, then pour the paste in a big dish, then cover it with pastry. It's a sort of inverted pie."

"Sounds really good," she said, looking hungry.

I wasn't going to pass the opportunity. "If you want, you can come to my apartment once you're finished. I never eat it entirely in one time anyways."

"I can't say 'no' to that, can't I?" she answered me.

"See you later then."

"Later."

'Wow,' I said to myself, 'that's some girl.'

I returned to my cooking and put on some music. Liv Kristine's sweet voice came out of the speakers as I finished the nems and prepared the seasoning for the sushi rice. After about an hour, the sushis and nems were done and the duck and its sauce were slowly cooking. I opened a bottle of Bourgogne Aligoté from the fridge and laid the food and drink on the large TV table. I loaded videos from the last Korean Soul Calibur tournament from my PC to the TV and watched video game characters beating each other up with blunt and sharp weapons, enjoying the tactics used and figuring the input controls in my head.

I was taking a red tuna sushi with my chopsticks when I heard a knock on my door. 'Already?' I thought. I open the door and saw her tiny frame and smiling face. 'You fucking dork!' I thought. I didn't even know her name, neither had I told her mine.

"Hi, uuhh," I mumbled. I could have beaten myself with a stick at the moment. "Sorry I don't even know your name. I'm Will." I extended my hand.

"And I'm Ariel," she said, shaking my hand.

"Come in. I'm afraid the pie hasn't cooled off enough yet but if you're hungry I've got some stuff ready."

She followed me to the living room and I remembered the Soul Calibur videos were still playing. What a nerd...

"I ..."

"You play Soul Calibur 4? Cool!"

"Yeah, actually those are championship videos from Korea. Some great stuff is played there."

"Wow! Has Ivy undergone breast surgery after the last opus?"

"Sure looks like it... Maybe since the Bandai-Namco fusion they hired some Team Ninja designers."

"Maybe ..." she said, grinning. Did she acted out or did Ariel actually understood my nerdy references?

"Uh, I've got some nems and sushis if you want. Do you drink wine?"

"This looks delicious. And yes I'd like some wine."

I got to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. We sat on the couch and talked about video games while eating. It turned out that her knowledge of fighting video games was genuine and came from her brother, who taught her a lot of tricks. We ended by enjoying all the meal together, from the entrées to the dessert. When we finished the Tatin pie, she said

"I'm stuffed. I think I ate for three days."

"Me too," I said, taking a sip of wine. "Wanna play Soul Calibur?"

"Alright!"

I fired up the video game system and we played some rounds and I was pleased to see that she was not a newbie. We exchanged taunts and comments on our hits and we were soon very comfortable around each other.

"Take THIS!" I yelled as my character (Nightmare) impaled hers (Talim) on the ground and summoned lightning on his sword.

"Fuck you! I'm gonna make you pay!" A few attacks later, Talim had Nightmare on a hold and gave him a hard blow of her tonfa on his balls.

"Woaaaa! You little minx I'm gonna blow you outta here!"

The round finished as Nightmare shoved Talim in a lava pit with his sword.

"Ring Out!" I cried.

"Shit! That must be because of her peroxide blonde hair-dying. I can't stand it. I want a rematch, and this time, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Okay, but I'll play subtly this time. I'll take Setsuka"

"And I'm gonna take a good character. I'm taking X."

"It's gonna be tough ..." Setsuka was quick, but the odds were against me facing Xianghua, alias the Witch, a fast and powerful character with crazy, almost magical escapes. Hence her nickname. We fought hard, but I was saved by my better knowledge of the battle mechanics of the game and won a tight three-two.

"Well played," Ariel said. She took a look at her watch. "Shit, my boyfriend's coming to pick me up in two hours! I gotta run!"

Of course... What was I thinking? Such a hot babe, liking fighting video games and speaking nerd fluently? Either she was an alien, or she was taken.

"Well, any time," I said, concealing my disappointment and keeping a warm tone. "If you wanna come by and play video games, my door's always open!" I felt so comfortable around her and really liked her personality. Even if she was taken, I had the feeling we still could be good friends.

"Okay, bye!"





Ariel



I hadn't seen my daughter Ariel since she was eighteen when we'd said goodbye, and I moved to California to get away from her mother. The divorce had been painful for all of us and I thought it best to move to other coast. Ariel had gone to college and was now 21 and engaged to some boy I had yet to meet.

In our weekly calls to each other she'd told me that she wanted to bring him out to meet me. I agreed, and bought them plane tickets so I could meet this man, and try not to hate him as much as I felt when I'd heard the news. I guess all dad's feel that way when some guy is about to steal their daughter away from them, but I hoped I could get over it and learn to like my future son.

A couple of weeks later I answered the door and there was Ariel! She jumped into my arms and gave me a huge hug.

"Dad I missed you so much!" She told me, and I had to tell her the same as her fiancé was getting their bags out of the Taxi.

She let go of me finally as the young guy walked up offering his hand, "Matt Jacobs's sir...glad to meet you!" He told me and shook my hand.

"Hi Matt, I'm Bill," I told him and looked him up and down.

As I helped carry the bags inside I couldn't help but notice he looked similar to me. He was about my height and build, and had his head shaved, whereas mine was bald naturally. We were both about six feet tall, he was a tad thinner than me but not too much thanks to my workouts in the California sun and surf.

I was more surprised at how much my daughter had changed. She was somewhere around five foot six or seven, with long legs and now had large round boobs that reminded me of her mom...my ex-wife. Ariel and Matt both looked like they worked out on a regular basis and had tans. Probably from a tanning booth but what the hell, I wasn't going to tell them it was bad for them even if I thought it was.

Ariel had let her blonde hair grown down over her shoulders. She had it in a pony tail that hung down to the middle of her back. And it seemed to me that her blue eyes were much darker than the last time I'd seen them. She was gorgeous but I guess all dads' think that about their daughters.

Ariel was the best thing I'd ever done in my life. I'd loved her more than anything in the world from the day she popped out wet and naked. It had been the hardest thing I'd ever done leaving her behind, but everyone has their breaking point. Her mom had found mine with a guy she worked with. I'd found out the hard way she'd been cheating on me for years before one of her friends finally told me.

Ariel had asked me about it when she'd turned sixteen, and I'd explained it to her on the phone. She cried a lot, and we never spoke about it again even though it was like clockwork that we talked on the phone at least once a week. I missed most of her growing up but tried to be the best dad I could from long distance.

All those thoughts raced through my head when I saw her again in person. I put them behind me the best I could because she was grown and about to get married. I hoped things turned out better for her than they had for me. I let it go and tried to be the best host I could.

I took both of them out for dinner that night after a short tour down to the beach. We sat around after a great meal of authentic Mexican food...just drinking margarita's that came in a huge fishbowl type glasses.

Matt seemed a nice enough guy, but I figured he was probably putting on his best show for me. He was about to graduate with a degree in business he'd explained, and already had a job lined up with a big company back out here in California. I thought they were both too young to get married but I kept it to myself.

"If he got the job I'd at least get to spend some time with Ariel", I thought.

By eight PM the bar had filled up and a live band started playing. I kept ordering drinks and watching my daughter and future son dance the night away as I slowly got bombed. Ariel managed to drag me out for a slow dance and I remember how her hair smelled like strawberries as we danced. It melted my heart dancing with her and feeling how tight she clung to me.

"Dad, I think we better go home." She laughed into my ear when the song ended, "I'm getting drunk as hell!"

I had to laugh and remind myself that she was twenty one. So instead of giving her a hard time I said, "Me too, that tequila packs a kick!"

Ariel gave me a kiss on the side of my neck and kept her arm around my waist as we walked back to our table, "God I love you so much it hurts!" She said, just before we got back to our table and Matt.

I didn't take it literally, and told her how much I loved her back.

All of us grabbed a cab back to my place and I sat around drinking a beer with Matt and Ariel. We talked about their future plans, hopes and dreams. I learned that they were going to wait until Ariel finished school in a year and a half before they got married. I was glad that she was going to finish college, but not real happy they were going to move in together in the fall.

Of course I really didn't have a say in the matter, and hoped my daughter knew what she was doing. Matt seemed okay but I still didn't trust him with my girl.

After the talk died down we decided to play some cards and I found a bottle of tequila in my cupboard and poured us all shots in between beers. I wanted to get Matt drunk, and see what else I could learn about him. By midnight we were all roaring drunk and everything seemed funny as hell.

Ariel was weaving around when she came back from the bathroom. And I had to smile at her as she bumped into the wall a couple of times coming down the hallway.

Matt and I were still looking at our cards and talking about all kinds of stuff. The cards were blurry to me and I suppose they weren't much better to him, since he kept slowly sinking in his chair.

Eventually Ariel said, "Matt, I'm going to bed." after finishing one last shot, "Don't stay up too long if you want to get lucky!" She laughed, and weaved off to the stairs and went down to the guest room in the basement.

"I can't resist that!" Matt told me, "She's really hot in bed!" He blurted out and then looked sick for what he'd said, "Sorry...."

I let it go, and poured another round filling our shot glasses, "Let's play one more hand." I told him as he starred blindly at the full glass like there was no way he could drink it. I was buzzing pretty hard myself but downed mine anyway.

It took a lot of convincing, but Matt managed to have two more shots before he got up and staggered to the bathroom. When he came back he didn't say anything and I watched him head down the stairs about as slow as an old man. He was holding the rail and I was afraid he might fall but he didn't. I did laugh out loud a couple of times as he hung on the railing for dear life.

I downed the last of my beer, and was about to head to my room when I heard a big thump downstairs. 

I went down the stairs and found it wasn't as easy as I'd thought! I almost fell a couple of times myself before I reached the bottom. I was pretty damn drunk, but I wasn't about to pass out like Matt had done in front of the bedroom door. He was lying there on the carpet with a dumb smile on his face when I found him.

I'd almost stepped on him because the lights were off except for a small reading light coming from the nightstand in the bedroom. I peeked into the bedroom and saw Ariel lying on top of the sheets. Her clothes were strung out from the doorway to the edge of the bed on the floor.

I found her blouse, shorts, bra, and finally panties right next to the edge of the bed. It took my breath away when I saw her laying there completely naked. My little girl was snoring lightly sleeping on her back in the middle of the mattress. I should have turned around right then... but I couldn't take my eyes of her naked body.

Her nice round boobs were rising and falling slowly, and a tiny patch of neatly trimmed blonde pubes rested above her beautiful little puffy pussy lips!

I kept looking at her and my dick started growing in the front of my shorts. I turned back and went out the door feeling guilty for what I had been thinking looking at her. I saw Matt laying there and I tried to wake him up but he was out cold. So I got a blanket from the sofa and put it over him and he sighed and rolled over and started snoring again.

I tried to force myself to leave but I just stood there looking down at my beautiful girl. I padded barefoot in the soft carpet up next to the bed and looked down at her. My cock was getting hard as a rock in my shorts and evil thoughts raced through my alcohol filled brain. I just had to make love to her. So I closed the bedroom door quietly and went over to the reading light and flipped it off.

The room was pitch-dark and I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face when the light was out. I hoped that between being drunk and how dark it was I could get away with pretending I was Matt. The booze made me feel like it was a good plan and I didn't even think about Matt sleeping on the floor outside the door. 

I stumbled my drunken ass over to the other side of the bed and I dropped my shirt, shorts, and boxers at my feet. I grabbed the blankets and flipped them over my sleeping daughter and crawled naked into the bed next to her.

When I rolled over next to her, I gently grabbed a nice warm boob in my hand and started to massage it. She moaned softly and slurred out a drunken whisper, "It's about time you came to bed." I didn't say a word and hoped that she was drunk enough that she wouldn't realize who it really was in her bed.

I froze for a minute wondering what I would do if she woke up? She whispered once more, "Don't stop, I'm horny baby."

I started rubbing her boobs again and moved over and found a nice warm nipple with my lips. It was good that the room was pitch-dark as I started to suck on it. Ariel began to get more awake and I ran my hand down her flat tummy and then through her pubes and found her nice wet slit as she spread her legs apart to let me feel her pussy.

She moaned as I ran my middle finger down her slit, "Mmmmm." Ariel whispered and I was thinking so far... so good.

I crawled down under the sheets and already could smell her pussy. I pushed her legs apart and I slid my bald head down between her smooth thighs until I could kiss it. My little girl's pussy was already wet and I was so turned on my cock ached and throbbed.

When I found her slit in the dark I stuck my tongue between her lips and she moaned softly and put her hands on my bald head. She rubbed the smooth skin on top of my head with both hands moaning and guiding my tongue to her clit. I licked and sucked it gently and she started to moan louder and move her hips up and down. I kept it up until she began to buck her hips up and down quickly and came for me.

I licked her juicy snatch until she stopped bucking. Her pussy tasted so damn good and she whispered, "Come here Matt...I need it bad."

Like a thief in the night...I crawled up between her legs and put my knob in the middle of the hot wet opening and pushed it inside. She let out a hiss of breath and then a soft moan as my cock began to slide up her tight little twat.

Ariel's pussy was so hot and wet I slid in easily even though she felt almost as tight as a condom around my cock. Not to brag but I was born with a much bigger than average penis that women have always liked. I wanted to give all of it too her but she was so tight I had to stretch her slowly to accept me.

I started pumping her slowly at first not giving her all of my length. That didn't last too long because I wanted to shove all of up in her hot pussy.

"OOooo you feel so big tonight...MMmmmmm!" She mumbled as I got deeper each stroke.

In a few minutes, I had my cock going balls deep in her. Ariel just moaned and groaned as I pumped it in and out loving how damn good it felt. At that point I didn't care if she figured out it was me or not. I was so turned on feeling my cock sliding in and out of her all I could think about was cumming in her pussy.

By the time I was ready to explode I was driving it hard and fast. Ariel had her hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me in deep each thrust, and moaning so loud I hoped Matt wouldn't wake his drunken ass up!

Her feet were flat on the mattress and she was lifting her pussy up off the bed taking all of my cock in her, thrusting back each time I drove it balls deep in her. When I pushed all the way in she would moan and her pussy would squeeze my cock hard.

"Cum baby...OOooohh GOD...... cum in meeeeee!" She groaned and I felt her vagina grip my cock tightly as she came.

My daughter's tight snatch started to pulse quickly around my thrusting cock and I pushed it all the way in up to my balls and held it there when I came.

I muffled several "Ah Ah Ah AHhhhhhhh's" as I shot my load all the way up her wonderful little cunt.

I hadn't had any sex for a couple of months and I sent at least a half dozen mind blowing spurts as far up in her pussy as my cock would reach.

"Mmmm...Oh that feels soooo gooood...Mmmmm baby!" My drunk little baby girl kept moaning until my cock stopped jerking and spurting inside of her.

As soon as I was done, Ariel went limp and I pulled out of her. I got off the bed as she rolled over on her side with her back to me and whispered, "Matt...That was the best ever..." and fell asleep in just a few seconds.

I felt around the floor for my clothes and put them back on in the dark. Once I found the door I went out quiet as a mouse and almost stepped on Matt. I'd forgotten all about him and realized he better wake up in bed or I'd get caught. 

It took a while to wake him up but finally he came around.

"Hey Matt, you better go to bed," I told him, "You don't want Ariel to find you passed out on the floor."

He was still really drunk, "Thanks dad..." he told me and crawled into the bedroom. I waited as he took his clothes off and crawled under the covers next to her.

They were both sleeping as I closed the door and hoped that I'd get away with the crazy thing I'd done.

When I woke up sober the next morning I had a bad headache and it took a long hot shower and a handful of aspirin to make it stop. Somewhere during that time I remembered what I'd done the night before and I began to sweat. It was hard to put a fake smile on my face and go start breakfast.

I cringed when I heard the shower running downstairs and even more when footsteps sounded.

"Hey dad!" Ariel said, walking into the kitchen dressed in shorts and a top. "Hi," I said, almost afraid to look at her.

She grabbed a plate and piled it up with scrambled eggs and bacon, "You got some coffee?" she asked me, "My head is killing me!"

I was relieved that nothing seemed to be amiss as she filled a cup and took her plate to the table. 

"Where's Matt?" I asked. "Still sleeping it off!" Ariel laughed, "He was plastered worse than me."

I sipped my coffee and sat down secretly breathing a sigh of relief. I felt guilty especially when she looked at me with that innocent smile. Even with the guilt I couldn't stop remembering how good her little pussy had felt wrapped around my cock. I figured I was damn lucky to have gotten away with it, but still felt guilty at the same time.

Everything seemed to be fine as the day went on. Matt got up and didn't seem to have a clue either. I was relieved when I found out he had a job interview the next morning. Actually he had several of them I found out, and that left me and Ariel alone together the whole day.

It turned out to be a hot day and there was a community swimming pool in my housing addition and Ariel wanted to use it. We packed up a cooler full of beer and went swimming. Ariel looked fantastic in her tiny bikini and I had to control my cock from growing each time my eyes feasted on her body. I kept remembering how good it had felt making love to her and part of me wished that she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.

I still felt guilty but it was too late to change what had happened. Ariel seemed to be a bit off, and she was drinking quite a bit. I hoped it didn't have anything to do with what had happened. And I wondered if she had realized it was me after she'd had time for her hangover to clear the fog from her brain.

I hoped not... and tried to act normal.

By the time we went back to my place for a late lunch she was pretty drunk. I'd taken a twelve pack of beer and she'd had most of them.

I made sandwiches and we sat at the table eating lunch and Ariel seemed kind of distant like she had something on her mind. I tried to steer the conversation to happy things, but it didn't seem to be helping much. She kept looking off in the distance like she was thinking hard about something.

About 1 pm after the paper plates had been cleared off the table Ariel got another beer out of the refrigerator and sat down at the table looking at me. I had my straight back chair turned sideways next to the table and was going through the mail pretending I didn't see her staring at me.

Ariel finally got up and used the bathroom. When she came back she had on a white T-Shirt for a top but was still wearing the bikini bottoms. I couldn't help but notice she'd taken her bikini top off because the front of her shirt showed nice points from her nipples as she walked past and got another beer.

She came back over and sat down across from me, "Dad can I ask you something?"

I put the stack of bills down on the table, "Sure what's up?"

"Uh....well I don't even know how to say this." "Just say it then." I told her and steeled myself for what was coming.

"Did you...last night....I mean were you...." She struggled, "OH HELL...did you end up in bed with me last night!"

I just looked at her as the blood seemed to rush out of my head and down to my feet. My worst fears came true and I felt like a man waiting to hear his sentence for a terrible crime.

I wanted to lie about it but she had a look on her face that said, "You better tell me the truth!"

It was my time to him and ha around the subject, "Well, I was pretty drunk and don't remember a whole bunch about that night."

Ariel wasn't happy with that answer, "I'm a big girl daddy...just tell me what happened." She demanded, and then took a huge swallow of beer. We were both really drunk....just tell me what happened last night."

I got a beer and came back while she waited. I sat down and told her what I'd done. She watched my face the whole time to see if I was lying and it was one of the hardest confessions I'd ever made! I'd made it sound as innocent as I could but it still sounded pretty bad even to me.

"I'm sorry...I was so damn drunk and you were there naked and looking so damn sexy I just got carried away!" I told her. "She shook her head from side to side like she was disgusted and hated me."

"How'd you figure it out?" I asked at last.

There was a long pause and Ariel looked at me while she drained the last of her beer.

"It's not all your fault dad," She said at last, "I could have stopped you when I realized it was you... but by then I was so turned on I didn't want to."

I let out a sigh of relief, "So you're not going to tell Matt or the cops?"

She looked at me like I'd just said something insane, "Are you kidding....I would never do that to you... it was just one of those things that happened. I'm as much to blame as you...I knew right away something was different when you were in me."

I figured out she meant my size...I remembered how hard I'd pushed to get my entire dick in her tight little pussy.

"So we can just forget about it and call it a big mistake?" I asked hopefully.

She looked at me, got up and paced back and forth, "I wish it was that easy." She said at last looking at me.

"What?" I asked wondering what the hell else was wrong. "I wish it was that simple dad." Ariel said, "I stopped taking birth control a few months ago because I want to have a baby."




Ariel



Ariel looked like she was about to cry, "What's going to happen if you got me pregnant?"

I felt relieved immediately that I could solve her problem, "You don't have to worry about that." I told her.

She looked at me like I was stupid, "Dad I felt you Cumming in me! I wanted to stop you but it felt so good I couldn't!"

I started laughing and Ariel gave me this look that could melt steel, "It's not funny DAD!"

I collected myself, "No...It's okay....Your mom made me get a vasectomy years ago....I'm sterile. You don't have to worry about me getting you pregnant!"

Her expression turned from sadness to joy, "REALLY?" She asked.

"Really...I wouldn't lie about that!"

"OH MY GOD!" Ariel shouted out loud.

She ran over and jumped on my lap putting her arms around my neck, "OH MY GOD! That's the best news I've ever heard!" and she kissed my lips in joy, "I love you!" She exclaimed sitting there smiling.

"I love you too!" I replied. "No dad....I mean I really love you! I've had a thing for you since I was a little girl." She confessed to me and kissed me again like a lover not a daughter.

Her kiss tasted like beer, as she sat on my knees with her legs straddling me. My hands had a mind of their own and slid up under her T-shirt and grabbed both boobs.

She suddenly pulled her lips from mine, "Daddy....what are you doing?"

I couldn't stop and gently rubbed her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, "Let's celebrate!"

I was glad she'd drank so much beer because she didn't try to pull my hands away, and her nipples grew hard to my touch.

"And how exactly do you want to do that?" She asked me with a sly grin on her face.

"I was thinking of bending you over this table!" I told her.

Ariel acted shocked but was smiling when she told me, "You wouldn't dare!" but she reached down to my crotch and started to rub the bulge in my shorts.

I pulled the back of her T-shirt upwards and she let me pull it over her head and toss it. Her boobs were fantastic in the light and I grabbed them and sucked on each nipple while her hands hurried to unfasten my shorts and zipper. It wasn't working so she got up so I could stand and take my shirt off while she yanked them down to my ankles.

I wasn't sure what had gotten into her but I was damn happy about it!

My cock was standing out in its full glory and Ariel grabbed my shaft while on her knees in front of me. She licked the end once or twice looking up at me.

"I feel like a total slut dad." She told me, and put her mouth over the end of my knob and started sucking it.

I didn't care one bit as she held my ball sack gently and sucked the hell out of my knob. When my cock was nice and wet, Ariel stood back up and yanked her bikini bottoms down and leaned over the table showing me her naked ass and pussy.

"I want you daddy!" She said spreading her legs a few feet apart and holding on to the other side of the table.

I got behind her and felt her pussy and my fingers came away nice a wet. I put the end to her opening and pushed in and she let out a long moan as it slid half way up her twat.

I wanted to cum badly and grabbed her pony tail with one hand and the top of her shoulder with the other as I started to pump her nice juicy cunt.

"Oh Yeah....AH Ah Oh fuck give it to me dad!" Ariel started chanting as I got faster and deeper in her.

I wasn't going to last long and didn't even try.

"FUCK ME...OOOOh AH AH Unhhh yessss!" Ariel started screaming as I was about to blow my load.

The whole table was rocking as I pumped her hard and fast. My balls began slapping on her mound as every inch of my cock finally pushed all the way in her tight twat.

I remember grunting hard as cum exploded out the end of my dick. 

Ariel came when she felt it, "FUCK YEsssss....Oh Yeah...Oh Yeah..... CUM IN Meeeeee daddy!" She yelled out as my cock kept throbbing and squirting deep in her hot juicy twat.

I thought my head would explode as I unloaded a huge load in her.

Ariel got up on her elbows and squeezed my cock with her vagina several times as I played with her tits. My cock still giving an occasional jerk as the last few drops of cum oozed out the end. When I pulled out she turned around and rubbed her naked tummy on my limp wet cock and kissed me several times.

At last Ariel let go of me, laughed and looked down. She spread one leg out and the inside of her thigh had cum running down it, "Wow you really cum a lot!"

"You have such a tight pussy I couldn't help it babe." I told her as another glob dribbled down her thigh. "I thought you were peeing in me at first." She laughed, wiping up the trail of cum running down her thigh.

"I'll give you some more if you want?"

"I need to get cleaned up before Matt gets home." She told me, and picked up her clothes and headed for the shower.

I'd no sooner put mine back on when I heard footsteps on the front porch and Matt walked in.

"Hi where's Ariel?" He asked unfastening his tie. "I think she's in the shower," I told him taking a drink of beer. "I could use one of those myself." He replied.

"Help yourself." I told him, and felt lucky he hadn't got home a few minutes earlier when I was fucking the hell out of Ariel's pussy!

As much as I hated to think about it, I couldn't change the fact that my girl and her fiancé had a flight that evening. I didn't want her to leave and marry Matt, especially since we'd finally found each other after all those years.

I wanted to ask her to stay, but I knew that wouldn't be fair to her. She wanted to have a baby, get married and have a normal life no matter how much she said she loved me.

We both cried as she hugged me tight before getting in the cab with Matt. I waved and watched her face looking out the side window as they pulled away. I wanted to stop her but it just wasn't fair to ask her to give up Matt.

For the next couple of weeks I was miserable and didn't feel like calling her. She didn't call me either, and I guess we both were going through all the emotions of what had happened. I felt all alone again and wished I'd been with her when she'd grown up.

On the following Sunday I was watching football without much interest and nursing a beer feeling sorry for myself. The doorbell rang so I got up and went to see whoever it was. I always had lots of kids and adults always coming by, wanting money for charity or trying to sell me something.

When I opened the door Ariel was standing there with a big rolling suitcase, "DADDY!" She squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck pressing her body to mine and kissing me hungrily.

When I peeled her off of me I asked, "What are you doing here?"

She wheeled her suitcase in and I shut the door behind her.

"I want to live with you," She said, looking worried like I'd tell her no. "What about Matt?" "I broke up with him as soon as we got home." "You did?"

"I love you!" Ariel told me, "I want to be with you not him."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked still in shock.

Ariel looked at me with those pretty blue eyes burning hot, "Do you love me?"

"Of course I do baby!" I told her. "No...I mean really love me...not just as your daughter."

"I love you more than anything in the world!" I told her and tears started to leak from the corners of my eyes, "You fill up this big hole I've had in my heart for years."

I'd never even thought that before but seeing her standing there had finally brought the truth out. I'd been denying it most of my life, and suddenly I understood everything so clearly.

"That's all I need to know." Ariel replied and came over and brushed the tears off my cheeks with her fingers.

We kissed and she felt so warm against me, as she squeezed me tightly.

Ariel took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

She had on flip-flops that made that noise all the way there. When we got next to the bed she started to unbutton her blouse and I pulled my T-shirt over my head.

Ariel unfastened the front of her bra, threw it aside and pulled her shorts down. She had on light blue panties as she got on her knees and undid my shorts and yanked them down along with my boxers. I stepped out of them as she grabbed my shaft and tried to put the knob in her mouth.

When I stood still she looked up at me and licked the end before closing her eyes and swallowing my knob. Fuck it was so good I wanted to lay down and enjoy it. I pulled my cock from her mouth and got on the bed on my back.

"Trying to play hard to get?" Ariel smiled and followed me in just her panties. 

She pushed my legs apart and laid on her stomach, slowing crawling up between my legs. She grabbed my cock again but instead of sucking it she went for my balls. She started licking them and giving sweet little sucking kisses all over them. By the time she got back to my knob I was ready to explode.

Ariel pulled my shaft towards her and sucked my knob into her mouth. Her eyes were open as her tongue tickled it inside of her mouth. Her hand jacked me and I was happy to see her engagement ring missing.

When I arched my back and came, she kept my cock in her mouth. Her lips sealed tightly around my cock as I shot huge spurts of cum out the end. My little girl swallowed my cum load and then stood up on the bed above me.

"I got a surprise for you." She said and pulled her panties down slowly.

I looked up and saw that she had shaved her pussy bare!

She kicked her panties aside and got down on her knees and walked up over my chest as I stared at her smooth pussy lips.

Ariel held on to the head board with both hands and put her bare pussy to my lips, "Eat me dad...oh fuck I'm so horny right now!"

Her bare pussy touched my lips and I stuck my tongue up in her.

I looked up at my baby girl, with my nose at the top of her slit. I licked her pussy as she held my head in her hands and looked down at my eyes, "When I was twelve I dreamed about this....OH GOD........eat me daddy!" She groaned loudly.

My girl was holding on to the head board and rubbing her pussy on my face. She was groaning and moaning and came like a freight train!

I drank her pussy juice and my cock was hard as a rock when I tossed her down on her back. 

Ariel wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove my cock deep in her hot pussy. I fucked her just as hard as I could and she loved it!

I came so hard that my nuts hurt afterword's....but it was worth it.

"I hope you can do this every day!" She told me as my cock began to shrink in her.

"I'll try baby!" I sighed, and kissed her lips. 



Ariel & I



This story is the result of a lot of hard work by Angel Love, who did a lot of good editing on my story, my sincerest thanks to her.

* 

Damn it I was nervous . . . way too nervous considering I was just meeting a girl. Well to be honest, she wasn't just any girl. She was really hot stuff. All these thoughts and more plagued me. I let my mind wander back to a day some six months ago when I, having nothing better to do logged onto some random chat site. My intention was to have a laugh or two.. Browsing randomly through the list of people online, I happened on the name ARIEL.

And that was the beginning...sounds, insignificant doesn't it but aren't the beginnings of most things? Soon enough we were regularly chatting, exchanging photos and sending . . . 

"Excuse me," my thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, one that sounded familiar. 

Looking up I saw in person the face I had seen in pictures hundreds of times, in my dreams thousands of times and in my thoughts always. She was petite, a mere 5'3, with that perfect proportioning that small women seem to have. Her shapely legs ran up to her firm rounded bottom, which tapered into a small waist that I guessed couldn't have been more that 22inches. The flat of her stomach gave way to the gentle rise of her breasts, not too small not too big. 'A perfect mouthful,' I thought to myself.

I moved my gaze upward to her face, that milky white skin, those luscious lips, those piercing blue eyes and the mass of blond hair that came down to her waist. Gulping down my desire to kiss her right there, I smiled sheepishly and said, "Ariel, great to finally meet you, want a drink?" 

"That would be nice," she replied in a voice that sounded oh so sensual to my ears. 

We sat . . . we talked . . . things came easily. It wasn't awkward like I had expected; rather it seemed that we were totally in tune to each others thoughts. And so the night went on till finally the bar closed. It was the first time I felt awkward. Do I drop her to her hotel or ask her back to my place? But damn it I wanted her back at my place, in my bed. 

She solved all my problems by simply saying, "I really don't feel like going back to the hotel." Well that was that. We quickly walked back to my place, where after a few more drinks I was burning with desire.

She came to me, so small and soft, I could have crushed her. I mean I'm about 6 foot and weigh about 200 pounds, work out five days a week and am pretty damn proud of my body. I took her gently into my arms, and kissed those soft tender lips, gently at first, then slowly pushing my tongue in deeper and deeper. Tasting those sweet lips, I felt her respond with her own tongue, gently darting in and out of my mouth, her teeth gently biting on my lips. 

Aflame with desire, I reached down and ran my hands down her body feeling every contour, appreciating every curve. Breaking the kiss, I slowly took off her clothes and then mine till we both stood there naked, burning with desire and passion. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her gently down, I began to kiss her all over, her neck, her earlobes, her eyes, her lips, gently kissing, licking and then sucking till I heard her moan. I kissed my way down to her breasts, kissing and licking all over, but the nipple. 

"Put it in your mouth, suck it, bite it...please," she moaned through clenched teeth. 

I flicked my tongue gently over those beautiful rose-colored nipples. I then slowly covered her right nipple with my mouth, sucking gently at first then harder and harder, till I heard her gasp in pain. I removed my mouth, licked her nipple and gently blew over the engorged wet nipple, sending chills through her and eliciting a moan of excitement from her. Her lovely breasts kept me occupied for only so long. Slowly I worked my way down kissing and licking to her pussy. 

Parting her legs, I discovered to my delight that she was shaven. Nothing but beautiful pink colored petals covering an even more beautiful bud stared at me. Once again I started slowly, blowing and licking her thighs, her pussy lips, deliberately avoiding all contact with her clitoris. I chuckled to myself to feel her tense every time I licked her pussy lips. Finally, when she couldn't stand it any more I gently brought my lips to her clitoris. Barely touching my lips to it I began to hum softly. 

As my lips vibrated against her clit I felt her tensing as the first of many orgasms overtook her. Her breathing became heavier and heavier until finally with a soft moan she came. However, I wasn't about to stop. I kept on progressing from humming to sucking to licking and finally inserting a finger then two till finally I had all three fingers inside her. She came again and again. I lost count of how many times I heard her groan and moan and beg. Finally not being able to stand it myself any longer, I lay down on the bed and lifted her on top of me. 

"Ooh no," she said, "it's my turn now." 

So saying, she brought that beautiful mouth to my cock and began what I recognized immediately to be one of the finest blowjobs that I was ever going to get. She sucked, licked, nibbled and teased and then stopped, and then she started again till with a groan I came all over her face. She disappeared into the bathroom, only to come back five minutes later and start again, this time she sat on top of me gently lowering herself onto my cock till my head was at the entrance of her pussy. Rubbing herself gently against my head she slowly lowered herself onto me till I was deep within her. 

We moved together as if one, slowly in a gentle rocking motion building up speed as our passion rose moving faster and faster till we both came within seconds of each other. Again and again we made love, losing track of the number of times we came it was and still is just a blur of groans and moans to me. 

Spent and exhausted I rolled over and looked at my watch. 'Not bad,' I thought to myself, 'first time 2 hrs is very decent.' 

I looked over at her and saw that she was just as content as I was. I held her in my arms and kissed her deeply and with her head on my chest we fell asleep snuggling together, with no one but the moon as witness to our pleasure and joy.

Ariel and I had lots more good times together. Sadly we are no longer together, but if you all like this story then drop me a line and I'll write some of the others.

To be continued? 



Ariel Faces Punishment



Head buried in the carpet, ass high in the air, Ariel cried as she was once again struck by Master Timothy’s riding crop. 

“25, Master. May I have another stripe, please?” Ariel yelled in agony.

“The rest will be much later, my angel.” Master Timothy grinned, but Ariel couldn’t see it. She could tell by his tone that he was happy with her responses, though.

“Thank you, Master. Ow!” Ariel screamed as he hit her again. 

For the next several minutes, the blows fell too fast for Ariel to count. Master Timothy wasn’t giving her time to breathe between each hit – wanting her to feel the full force of the pain. Despite the fact that these 25 stripes were applied lighter, they hurt equally as much due to the rapidity with which they were applied.

Tears flowing freely, Ariel moved her ass side to side – yet never enough to give Master Timothy the impression that she was avoiding his blows. She knew better than that!

Walking away, Master Timothy looked at Ariel’s newly-beaten ass with pleasure. Her skin marked so well, the welts standing out in red relief against her snow-white skin. The purple bruises were already darkening, causing Ariel great pain – which he enjoyed immensely.

Keeping her face in the carpet, Ariel cried hard, wishing she could stay out of trouble long enough for one set of welts to heal before a new set was applied. She berated herself for her mistakes and vowed to do better – to make Master Timothy proud of her.

“Get up. Get out.”

Ariel, frightened by Master Timothy’s tone, quickly stood, holding herself against the wall until she’d gained her balance. Pain shot through her legs, up her back and made her head pound viciously.

Reaching for her clothes, Ariel pulled on her skirt gingerly, congratulating herself for not wearing blue jeans today. Unable to quickly find her shirt, Ariel looked up. Master Timothy was holding it. And he was NOT offering it to her. Unsure how to handle this, Ariel fell to her knees beside Master Timothy’s chair, wincing as her feet made contact with her ass.

“Master, I need my shirt. May I have it, please?”

“No,” said Master Timothy in a completely neutral tone of voice.

Confused, Ariel stared at him for a few seconds. When Master Timothy raised his eyebrows at her, she quickly got back to her feet and ran to put her shoes on. She gathered her things, putting the toys away and placing her bag by the door. 

Looking around once more, Ariel began to quietly open the door. 

“You have instructions. Follow them carefully.”

Ariel paused, not knowing what she should do. She’d never been given “instructions” before and she didn’t know what they would look like – or sound like. Was she supposed to write something down? Had he already told her and she’d forgotten? Oh, God, no! she thought in panic. Please don’t tell me I’ve forgotten something!

“On the table,” Master Timothy said.

Ariel saw a small piece of paper with a message – written in Master Timothy’s characteristic lack of excess words. Clamps twice daily – ½ an hour On edge – every hour waking Butt plug – constant

Tears filled Ariel’s eyes as she decoded Master Timothy’s instructions. Each day, she was to apply the set of clamps he’d provided for half an hour at a time. The clamps had jagged metal teeth and would be attached to both of her nipples and her clit. She’d never been able to wear them for longer than 10 minutes at a time so far. Master Timothy must be truly mad with her to demand this!

Ariel was also commanded to masturbate herself to the edge of orgasm every hour of the day that she was awake. Finally, she was to wear her butt plug around-the-clock until she saw him again.

Ariel had so many questions in her mind. Could she close the clamps just halfway, rather than all the way? Perhaps ¾ of the way? How many hours per day was she allowed to spend sleeping so as to avoid having to masturbate herself? Should she put the butt plug in now, or could it wait until she got home? And what about her shirt!!!!!!!

Ariel turned back and looked at Master Timothy. Nothing in his demeanor gave her any hope of getting the answers she so desperately desired. Besides, she already knew the answers. She should close the clamps ALL the way, sleep no more than 8 hours per day, and she needed to put the butt plug in now. And her shirt would be staying behind.

Ariel closed the door and went to the toy bag to get the lube and her butt plug. As she popped open the lid to her lube jar, Master Timothy spoke one word. 

“No.”

Gritting her teeth together, feeling her anger well up, Ariel held perfectly still. She was not to be allowed to apply lube to the butt plug. He knew how much pain that would cause! How dare he do this to her! Ariel thought. Breathing hard through her nose as she calmed her anger, Ariel closed her hands into little fists. 

When she was calm, Ariel reminded herself that she belonged to Master Timothy utterly – without question – without any rights except those he gave her. Swallowing hard, Ariel worked the butt plug until it finally slid into place. This took several minutes and much grunting on her part. When it was accomplished, she looked up to see Master Timothy smirking at her. 

Head bowed, face red, body hot in humiliation, Ariel stood and pulled her skirt down. Walking awkwardly due to the pain IN her ass, ON her ass and NEAR her ass, Ariel moved again to the door.

“Have a nice evening, angel,” Master Timothy said in a mocking tone.

Ariel gathered her things and left as quickly as she could!

Several days later, Ariel felt like her clit was on fire! Once again, she was masturbating herself to the edge of orgasm – a task which took smaller and smaller amounts of time. Using every ounce of willpower she owned, Ariel stopped short of having an orgasm and wished for the millionth time this week that she knew when Master Timothy was going to call her again.

Ariel jumped as her phone rang. 

“Hello!” she answered breathlessly, recognizing her Master’s number. “Master! I adore you!” 

Silence. Loud breathing from Ariel. “Master?”

More silence. Damn! Now what!

“Have you followed my instructions?” 

“Yes, Master! Oh, definitely, Master! Every single one, Master! I was following them just before you called, Master.”

Silence.

Uncomfortable silence.

“Tell me what you’re wearing now.”

“Umm…. Well, I have on a short blue skirt, a tight pink top, a black bra, no panties……” Ariel’s voice trailed off.

“Is that all?” Master Timothy asked. Ariel knew he liked to hear the type of shoes she was wearing and hurriedly slipped on a pair of black spike heels.

“…and black spike heels, Master. 4 inches,” Ariel finished proudly! She just knew he’d be happy with her!

“Nothing else?” Ariel was confused. She’d already told him she wasn’t wearing panties – he was very strict about that. What else? What else was she SUPPOSED to be wearing?

“No?….Master?” Ariel said uncertainly.

“Then you will be punished,” Master Timothy said, then quickly hung up the phone.

Ariel panicked, running to the list to see what she’d forgotten. Then she understood. Dialing the phone furiously, Ariel tried to calm her stomach and nerves.

The phone was picked up, but Master Timothy didn’t answer.

“Master! I’m wearing the butt plug! I swear it, Master! I had it in! I just didn’t think about it like that, Master! Please, Master!” Ariel’s panic showed clearly.

Chuckling softly, Master Timothy simply replied, “Too late.”

After a long uncomfortable silence during which Master Timothy listened to Ariel’s whimpering and begging, she was given instructions on when to meet him at his boat that evening – and what she was to be wearing. Master Timothy hung up before she could ask any questions.

Later that evening, Ariel showed up at Master Timothy’s boat wearing almost no clothing at all, her butt plug still firmly in place. Her face darkened and her steps faltered as she saw Master Timothy slow dancing with a pretty, well-dressed woman on the deck. There was also another couple dancing with their arms around one another.

Ariel raised her chin, reminded herself that she was a guest, and went to the side of the boat, where she waited for Master Timothy to notice her. She waited for 5 minutes before he made eye contact. She smiled and placed one foot on the ladder – then noticed that Master Timothy had not motioned for her to come aboard.

Confused, Ariel placed her foot back on the dock and knitted her eyebrows together. Master Timothy chose that moment to look at his dancing partner, smile deeply into her eyes, then kiss her intimately. Ariel was embarrassed. He’d wanted her to witness his intimacies with this other lady – to once again remind her that she was merely his slave, nothing more.

When the song ended, the couples picked up drinks and began chatting amiably. The other man on the boat noticed Ariel and whistled loudly. 

”Tim, buddy, it looks like we’ve attracted some attention. Check this out!”

Master Timothy looked at Ariel with very little interest. The other man, though, apparently found Ariel quite enticing – so much so that his partner slapped his arm in protest.

“What?!” the man asked. “Isn’t a healthy man allowed to look at a pretty woman? Geez!”

Blushing furiously at her lack of attire – and feeling proud of the man’s assessment of her – Ariel ducked her head and smiled. Master Timothy cleared his throat gently, causing Ariel to make eye contact with him once again.

Master Timothy inclined his head, indicating that Ariel should step onto the boat and come to him. Following her usual protocol, Ariel rushed to his side, flung herself at his feet, and buried her nose in his shoes, kissing him to show her affection.

The woman who had been dancing with Master Timothy took a step closer to him, put her arm through his, and used the pointed toe on her shoe to move Ariel to the side. Shocked, not knowing how to respond, Ariel looked up at the lady.

“Timothy, darling, I do believe this little harlot is looking at me. What cheek!” Ariel took the hint and quickly placed her face against the deck of the boat. 

“Hey, Tim, what in the hell is this? You know this woman, I hope!” 

“She’s no woman, Barton. She’s a slave – and a trampy one at that, might I add. She’s a little harlot that Timothy chooses to keep around to amuse himself while I’m traveling.”

Everyone laughed at the woman’s assessment of Ariel. Tears formed behind Ariel’s eyelids, yet sheer determination kept them from falling. She was more angry than she thought possible, yet here she was, enduring this humiliation because it was what Master Timothy required of her. She could do no less.

“Bart, help me tie her up. I’ll show you how to have fun with a slave,” Master Timothy said. Ariel immediately felt a piece of silken material cover her eyes. Instinctively, her hands went to her face, wanting to remove the material. 

Master Timothy whispered in her ear, “Make me proud or I shall sell you.”

Frozen in terror at the thought of not being allowed to serve Master Timothy, Ariel put her hands to her sides. The two men carried her into the salon, then placed her stomach-down on a cold surface. Securing her wrists to her ankles, Master Timothy tightened the blindfold and added a gag to her assemblage.

For the next three hours, Master Timothy, Barton and the two women had fun with Ariel. They raped her with dicks, dildos, foreign objects she couldn’t identify. They beat her with the riding crop, a whip and what felt like a paddle. Finally, she was untied and the gag was removed. She was placed on the boat dock – blindfold still on her and clothes missing.

“Go home. Prepare for me.”

Ariel held still for a moment, wishing she could fall right through the boards. How could he expect her to find her way home – like this?!? As she took one tentative step forward, Master Timothy grabbed her.

“Here, you’ll need this,” he said as he wrapped a dress around her, tying it at her side. “And you won’t need this,” he continued as he removed the blindfold.

Love ran rampant through Ariel’s heart and she desperately wanted to kiss Master Timothy’s feet and thank him for being so kind to her. However, she knew that to even BEGIN to look back would be a mistake. 

“You performed well last night, my angel.”

Ariel’s blood ran cold. When Master Timothy called her angel, she was generally in trouble. But she couldn’t figure out why!

“Are you still following your instructions?” Master Timothy asked with mock sincerity.

Oh, shit! She’d forgotten about those! She’d forgotten to ask if she still needed to do that. Damn! If she’d just asked, he would probably have let her be done with it. Because she didn’t ask, though, and DIDN’T FOLLOW THEM!!!!!!!!!……..

“I see you understand the full import of my question……And what should we do with you today? Hmmm…” Master Timothy played with Ariel’s hair as she knelt in front of his chair. Trying to stay still, Ariel found her limbs wanting to shake from fear. Her body was so worn out from last night’s “play” that she could barely stand. And here she was – in trouble again!

“Stand. Disrobe.” Master Timothy’s instructions were succinct and direct – and the tone conveyed that Ariel had better do so quickly!

Standing at the cuffs suspended from the ceiling, Master Timothy tapped his foot in impatience until Ariel quickly ran to him and put her hands above her head. Fastening her in the cuffs, Master Timothy was all business. Checking to make sure all the buckles were fastened well, Master Timothy then began to take up the slack in the chains. Ariel’s hands rose slightly higher, and higher, until she was barely able to balance on her toes. Master Timothy shoved her to the side and she lost her balance and began to swing back and forth. Master Timothy smiled. 

“Perfect. Now let’s see if we can get this right the first time, angel.”

The whip slammed across Ariel’s back. She knew right away that Master Timothy didn’t intend to “warm her up” first. Then again, he rarely did so, unlike many other Masters. 

“One, Master. May I have another whip, please?” Ariel said quickly, just before another lash struck her.

“Two, Master. May I have another….” Was all the further she got before she was hit again and lost her breath.

“Three, Master.”

“Angel, you know it doesn’t count if you don’t say the number. Let’s start again.”

“But, Master!” Wham! The whip hit the backs of her thighs twice, causing her to lose her balance.

“You’d like to argue with me, angel?” Master Timothy said threateningly.

“No, Master! Master, I love you! No, Master!”

Another two lashes hit Ariel before she could even begin to recover. Crying hard now, Ariel managed to balance once again on her toes as Master Timothy gave her time to breathe.

Just as Ariel was getting her breath under control, the whip struck her again.

“One, Master. May I have another whip, please?” Ariel cried quickly.

“Certainly, my angel. Anything you desire,” Master Timothy responded. 

“Two, Master. May I have another whip, please?” Ariel grunted through her pain.

Eight more times Ariel cried out her pain, counting the lashes she received. She managed to get the words out for all but three of the hits. 

“I feel a bit cheated. I believe another 5 is appropriate, don’t you, angel?”

Ariel gritted her teeth and knew there was no proper answer. If she said no, she’d be punished further for arguing. If she said yes, he would assume she was enjoying this and give her more to make her happy.

“As you will, Master,” Ariel said with true humility. After all, she was nothing more than his slave. If he chose to beat her, that was his right. And it was her place to take all that he gave.

Master Timothy smiled, proud of his little slave – and happy to be beating her.



Ariel Feels Daring



I have always been a selective girl when it comes to sleeping with a guy. All through high school and college, I had mostly dated Asian guys, being of Japanese ancestry. I’ve dated a few white guys but have never slept with them. My parents, 2nd generation Americans, were always strict with me, so my sexual experience was pretty limited before college, and even then it took a while for me to feel comfortable with my sexual side. Now that I’m 23, I feel that I have really hit my stride, sexually speaking. I can say that in large part to what happened to me last weekend.

It was last Saturday that my best friend Eloise called me – she wanted to go clubbing that night, and who was I to say no? I love to go dancing, and there’s always a chance to meet some cute guys.  That afternoon, I went to the manicurist – I always get a weekly manicure and pedicure to show off my long slender fingers and the toe cleavage on my small feet. Today it would be a French manicure for my fingernails and silver polish for my toenails. Then I went home and got into the shower, making sure I was freshly shaven. I left only a tiny wisp of hair above my pussy. I toweled off and dried my hair - I have the typical Asian straight black hair, which I keep long, down to my shoulder blades. Today, I decided I’d put my hair up in a bun, which I secured with two hair sticks. Next I put on makeup. I have raised, thin eyebrows, with large brown eyes that are round compared to many Asian girls, so I used a little eyebrow pencil and some mascara to highlight my large, round brown eyes. 

My lips are fairly full, so I applied some fire engine red lipstick. I put pearl drop earrings in my pierced ears and put on a double strand pearl choker around my neck. (It’s all costume jewelry, but who knows the difference, really.) In my lingerie drawer I picked out a pair of black lacy panties and a matching strapless bra – 32C, not bad for someone with my genes! I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wondered if anyone would see me like this tonight. It’s vain, I know, but sometimes when I’m at home getting dressed to go out I like to stand in front of the mirror and look at my body. For being only 5’1”, I think my best asset, though, are my legs and my butt. I’m especially proud of the little open space between my lean upper thighs right below my pussy. Any girl who has that little space right there is keeping her thighs in good condition, don’t you think? 

In the closet, I decided to go for a short sequined number I bought at BCBG the other day that hugged my little round butt and came down to around mid-thigh. I looked in the mirror and could tell that I needed one more item to knock the boys dead: A killer pair of shoes. I’m really into fashion, and because I’m not so tall I like to wear fairly high designer heels that show off my legs. I decided on a pair of silver Stewart Weizman heels, which had a toe strap and sexy ankle strap with a narrow 5 inch heel. I checked myself out one last time – they really complimented my taut, lean calf muscles. I couldn’t wait to see how many heads I could turn!

About 9:30 Eloise pulled up to my apartment building in her Acura, and as I approached she whistled and told me I seemed like I was looking for trouble. “As long as it’s fun,” I replied, winking. Eloise is a beautiful Amerasian, a little taller than me and not quite as petite. Although I think she’s a looker, she’s shy and doesn’t date that often. But definitely we made quite a pair. We soon were headed into D.C. to one of the popular dance clubs.

We waited in line for maybe 10 minutes, but since we were early, we got in pretty quickly. Inside, the place was cavernous, but starting to fill up. The racial diversity of the placed could not be disputed - whites, blacks, asians, hispanics. For the most part, the crowd were young and professional.

Five Asian guys approached Eloise and me and started talking. Eloise knew one of them. They bought us a round of drinks and we sat down in a dark corner with some couches. The guys were cute, but kind of boring. But I’m not the aggressive type who is going to hit on men (I rely on my looks to attract them), so I resigned myself to a night of drinking and dancing until the wee hours with these guys.

I was feeling somewhat tipsy (one drink and I’m buzzed) and I excused myself and traveled to the bathroom. On the way, I had to cut through part of the dance floor. I tried to slide past a couple bodies when I got pressed between two people. I looked up and saw two well-built black guys on either side of me pressing their crotches against me as they danced to a world-beat number. They smiled at me, and seemed harmless enough, so I started dancing to the beat with them, bumping and grinding for a minute or so. I still had to use the ladies room, so I shouted over the beat, “Excuse me!” - to let them know I wanted to move on. But they just kept on dancing, bumping and grinding. After being ignored for a few more minutes, I had had enough, and pushed the guy in front of me out of my way. He looked surprised that someone so diminutive could be so assertive. “Asshole!” I shouted at him and moved on to the ladies room.

When I emerged from the ladies room, my eyes immediately came upon a large figure in the dark narrow hallway leaning on the wall opposite the door. It was the guy I had called an asshole. “Oh shit!” I thought. I bet he’s pissed at me. His face seemed to glare at me, but then I saw it broaden into a wide smile and he began to laugh.

“What did you think you were doing back there, girl?”

“Just trying to get to the goddamn ladies room – isn’t it obvious?”

“Well, maybe it is now, but I thought you came to dance with me back there.”

“I’d call that more like an assault than a dance.”

“Come on, let me make it up to you, I’ll buy you a drink and I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman. My name’s Ty, by the way.”

I looked at him – tall, about 6’3”, very dark complexion, deep brown eyes, and, despite his loose blue dress shirt and dark slacks, clearly broad shoulders and an imposing chest. Yes, he was a fine specimen of man. His eyes searched mine, with a hint of playfulness in them and a friendly, innocent smile.

“All right, Ty,” I said. “I’m Ariel. You’re on.”

We sat at the bar in a room off the main dance floor, had a drink and chatted for a while. It turned out he was about 10 years older than I, worked as an attorney and was unattached – he came with a couple friends for a little Saturday night fun. It wasn’t long before I was mesmerized by this sexy, handsome man – this was no boy. I could tell the feeling was mutual. I caught him more than once glancing at my long legs, heels resting on the rung of the barstool. Soon he led me back to the dance floor. The moment his huge hand enveloped mine, I felt my pussy begin to moisten. On the dance floor, I was like putty as he danced - so smoothly, so rhythmically. He held me close and I could feel the hardness of his body against my breasts. My small nipples began to stiffen under my dress, and my pussy was clearly ready to go at a moment’s notice. At one point I had my back pressed into him, and I could feel the outline of a promising cock against me. I began to grind against it and felt it press harder back. I turned around and strained on my tip toes to reach his face. I waved at him to lean down and as he did, I kissed him – I held his face and wouldn’t let go as we mashed on the dancefloor, surrounded by the pressing crowd of strangers. He returned the kiss, exploring my small mouth with his tongue. I could hardly stand it – I didn’t want the night to end.

He whispered in my ear, “It’s getting late; let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

Caught up in the moment and feeling adventuresome, I said, “Mmm. Sounds good – what did you have in mind?”

When he suggested his place I didn’t protest, though I knew that this could be risky. I didn’t know anything about this guy, but I wasn’t thinking about negative consequences. I just wanted him, and I was feeling daring.

He led me by the hand towards the door, and as we approached, Eloise appeared out of the crowd. “Ariel, are you all right?” She glanced at Ty with alarm on her face. 

“I’m fine, Eloise,” I replied. “I’ve got a ride, so I’ll be just fine.” I winked at her and she just stood there, mouth agape. Outside, he held me close to him, and I could feel the power in his massive arms. The valet drove up in a Porsche, and Ty said, “Here we are, come on.” I have a thing for guys with nice cars and I didn’t think I could be any wetter. Ty lived in an apartment in the suburbs, so it was a quick 15 minute drive at that late hour. We parked in the garage and caught the elevator to his floor. As soon as the elevator door closed, I turned to him and put a hand on each shoulder, pulling him toward me. We began kissing passionately. I could feel his large hands, one of which could reach over the entire width of my back. He began sliding a hand towards my ass when the elevator door opened. We reluctantly parted and he led me down the hall to his apartment. I was tingling with nervous excitement. I had never hooked up with a guy this hot – or this dangerous - before. He led me in and closed the door, and we were on each other instantly. I could feel a hand slide towards my round little butt and slide my dress up so he could caress the skin of each cheek. Then he picked me up with one hand under my butt. I lifted my knees and held them against his hips as he carried me to his bedroom. The bed, with wrought iron headboard, was king-size, and he laid me at the edge of it, my long slender legs hanging off it. I could watch us in the mirrored closet off to the left of the bed. I looked so tiny under his massive presence – but it sure looked sexy. I sat up on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. I got wetter and wetter with each inch of exposed skin. His smooth chest was perfectly developed, and his washboard abs were so defined, I had to feel them. With my small hand and slender fingers I lightly dragged my white-tipped nails down his chest and across his dark chisled stomach. He murmured what could only be a sound of pleasure. My hand came to rest on his belt buckle. 

I didn’t mean to go that far just yet, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go THAT far. But there my hand was. He lightly took my hand and said, “not yet,” and pushed me back so I was lying on the bed again. He began to caress my breasts through my dress, eventually running his huge hands down my sides. He lifted a leg and placed a kiss on my ankle, right above my ankle strap. It was like lightning had hit. I surprised myself with an involuntary moan. He slowly, achingly traced kisses up my outstretched leg. The bottom of my dress was hiked up, so he had to see the moistness of my pussy on my lace panties. I couldn’t take it much longer – I had to feel his tongue on me. He took my thighs, his hands reaching over half way around each of them, and spread them slightly so my legs were resting on his broad, thick shoulders. I prayed he would bring me relief. I looked down and saw the erotic sight of my slender alabaster legs in silver heels resting on his ebony back. And then his head descended between my legs. He slid my panties aside and began to tease his tongue around my pussy. 

“These are getting in the way,” he said, and with one yank, he ripped them off me. I was shocked but excited, maybe a little scared. I realized how powerful he was, and how I was truly helpless if his motives were at all malevolent. I shuddered. It was then that I felt his tongue begin to massage my clit. My moaning became a high-pitched wail as I felt my toes curling against my shoes and my thighs attempted to crush his skull as my orgasm consumed me. Although he was only getting started on my clit, I had to push his head away. He was relentless though, and renewed his assault by sliding an incredibly large, long tongue into my pussy. I was amazed that a tongue could feel that good. Hell, half of the 6 guys I had ever been with didn’t feel too much better when they were using their cocks. He found my clit with his finger and rubbed it rhythmically while his tongue continued its ministrations. I couldn’t believe it, but I felt the wave of another orgasm approach. I came again, not as hard, but longer. As my orgasm began to subside, I felt weak, but I knew more lay ahead.

He looked up at me, pleased. I smiled at him and said, “It’s my turn.” He smiled and said, “For what?” I said, “Whatever pleases you.” He said, “Really, whatever?” I hesitated and answered “Whatever.”

He told me to stand up and turn around. I felt the zipper on my dress slide down to the small of my back. “Step out of your dress,” he said. I slid the dress down to my feet and stepped out of it. “Remove your bra.” I unclasped the bra and stood before Ty, wearing nothing but my earrings, choker, and strappy high heels. He gave me a slow once-over. “You are so fine,” he said with a low whistle. I blushed. “Now, how about a little help with these pants?” “My pleasure,” I said, with a cocked eyebrow and a smile.

I sqatted down, resting my butt on my heels, as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button on his pants. There was obvious pressure against the front of his pants, and I slowly slid the zipper down, revealing a grey pair of boxer-briefs. My eyes must have bulged at the sight before me. Snaking down his briefs was a bulge that was easily longer than my hand, reaching down to the top of his thigh. I had never believed the myths about cock size, and accepted the fact that most men truly aren’t bigger than 4-5 inches. Certainly none of the boys I had been with were!

I looked up at Ty and I felt my mouth go dry. I licked my lips and he returned a lustful gaze. “Go on,” he said, smiling. I ran my hand over the outline of the bulge, and saw it twitch through the fabric. “Mmm,” I said, teasing him. “Do you think you’re getting something?” With that, I took my hands and slowly slid his boxer-briefs down his thighs. His black cock inched into view. As the waistband reached the head, his cock sprang forward and grazed my cheek. I grabbed it with my right hand as I slid the boxer briefs down to his feet. Even with my relatively long fingers I couldn’t reach around it. It was going to be hard to suck very much of it because of its girth. I held the base of his cock with my left hand and pulled back the foreskin with my right hand and guided the head towards my lips. I had to stretch my lips into a circle just to let the head in to my tiny mouth. I looked out of the corner of my eye to the mirror and saw the most erotic sight, a huge black stud of a man standing over a young Japanese girl - hair up, sitting on her high heels, breasts jutting out, red lips wrapped around his enormous black root. I began to suck, wiggling my tongue under and around the head, while I stroked the majority of his cock with my hand. I took my other hand and began to caress his large, pendulous sack, scraping it lightly with my perfectly manicured nails. “Oooh, that’s it baby,” he moaned. “Damn you suck cock so good. So fucking good.” I moaned in acknowledgement, without letting his cock leave my mouth. I built up a steady rhythm, and soon I could feel his cock get still stiffer, his balls pulling into his body, and I knew I was about to get his load. He grabbed me by the head and began to fuck my mouth, his huge piston sliding into the O of my lips and then sliding out entirely again. I held my lips open for him as he slid his slick tool back and forth. “I’m cumming!” He yelled, and I felt the first flood of warm semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, but the force of the shot made me gag, and I pulled his cock out. But it was still shooting, and ropes of cum assaulted my cheek and chin, until I aimed it towards my chest. I continued to stroke him, using both hands, but he soon pulled them off as the sensation must have been too much. I looked in the mirror and saw ropes of come streaked across my cheek and below my mouth, and my right tit was covered in a mix of white and clear fluid.

Ty moved toward the bed and collapsed. I rose up from my squatting position and wiped off my face with my hand and began to rub the come into my tits and stomach. Ty opened an eye and saw what I was doing. “What are you doing? Come here,” he said. “Lie on top of me.” I crawled onto the bed and straddled him, then laid on top of him. Using the come as a lubricant between our bodies, I began sliding my taut, come-covered breasts up and down his chest. I moved lower, rubbing them over his washboard stomach. Then lower. I began to rub his slippery cock between my tits. It had lost some hardness, but I was determined to bring it back to life. I began to lick the head as it rose between my tits. I then slid my tongue down the underside of his big dick and my tongue began to play with his balls. This elicited a moan, and I could see his huge rod stiffen and rise from his stomach in time with his heartbeat. I was transfixed.

My pussy was soaked from the erotic sight. I had to have him inside me. “I think you’re ready for the main course,” I said, and straddled his cock. Reaching down between my legs, I held this monster of a cock and positioned it against my opening. I rubbed the head of his meat against my clit, and lubed it with my juices. I guided it towards my entrance, but it was not going in easily. I tried to slide down onto it, but it would slide away and against my pussy instead of inside it. “Why won’t it work?” I pouted, in my spoiled-girl voice. “Here, let me try,” Ty replied. He grabbed me by my waist and in one smooth, quick motion, had me on my back. The motion took my breath away. He reached down and grabbed my ankles, straightening my legs and holding them out in a vee. I looked down as he positioned his massive black tool at my entrance and slowly, deftly slid the ebony head into my tight pink pussy. I felt my body being stretched as it had never been stretched before, triggering all sort of erotic sensations throughout my body. 

“Oh, God, I want you so bad – all of you,” I moaned to Ty as I threw my head back against the bed. 

“How bad do you want it?” said Ty, clearly enjoying the look of ecstasy on my face.

“Soo bad.”

“Not very convincing.”

“Please, I want that big cock of yours to fuck me.”

“Better, but let yourself go.” I knew what he wanted to hear. I had always wanted to talk dirty during sex, but I never thought my previous lovers would be into it. 

“Goddamn it, give me your big black cock. Fuck my little pussy. Fuck me hard. Give it all to me. Bury it in my tight pussy.”

With that, I felt him slide inch after inch into me, until he bottomed out against my cervix. My pussy had never been invaded like this, and I gasped for air. He began to make slow, rhythmic strokes. Somehow, with his motion he was able to rub against my clit. The sensation of being so full, so taken by this man, and the stimulation of my clit put me over the edge. I wrapped my legs around his back and dug my heels into him as I wailed helplessly. Ty didn’t slow down, but grabbed my ankles with one hand and held my heels against his right shoulder and began sawing his cock into me while holding my legs together. His cock felt so big in this position, and I know my pussy must have felt even tighter to him.

After a few minutes of this, I could tell he was ready to boil over. I reached behind my ass and up to caress his balls with my fingernails. With a few guttural sounds, he pulled his wet ebony cock out of my sheath and I began stroking it between my legs. His second orgasm was as strong as the first, shooting rope after white rope across my taut stomach and even hitting my tits.

I laid there and marveled at this man’s incredible cock, so long and thick and strong and dark in my dainty pale hands. I lazily stroked it and played with the foreskin and his now low-hanging ball sack. Would it come to life again? Some minutes went by and I savored the just-fucked feeling in my pussy. It had never felt so violated, so open. I told this to Ty, and felt his dick twitch. I couldn’t believe he was rebounding already. It soon hardened under my grasp. “Take me from behind, Ty,” I said, in my most coquettish voice. “Please take me from behind.” I never before would have been so bold, but I liked playing this little game. Ty grinned and said, “Hold on a minute.” He got up and went to his dresser. After a bit of rummaging, he produced a blindfold and handed it to me. “Here, put this on.” 




Ariel Feels Daring



I smiled, looked at him for a minute, thought “oh, what the fuck,” and slid the blindfold on. “That’s a good little slut,” he said. Then I felt his massive hands turn me over as he grabbed my wrists and clasped them together behind me, pulling me to my feet in front of the bed. He held my small wrists together with one hand and pushed me so I was standing in front of the bed with my head on the sheets. Then I heard a sound like something ripping and felt cloth around my wrists. “Just some velcro handcuffs to keep you honest,” he said. My mind reeled. My pussy flooded. I felt him fondle my clit, then felt him kneel behind me and start licking me: First my pussy, then my clit, then back to my pussy. Then – wait, what is he doing? He’s moving behind my pussy to my asshole! As he began licking my asshole, I again couldn’t help but moan. I was about to explode by the time I felt his cock against my wet pussy. He buried it in, and seemed to penetrate even deeper than before. I could never get used to the size of it – on each thrust I felt my pussy getting stretched – over and over again. With every penetration I felt my heels lift off the floor. I imagined what we looked like. Blindfolded, petite Asian girl, bent over a bed, wrists cuffed behind her back, assaulted from behind by a huge black stud with an equally huge cock. With that thought I felt myself cumming. This was a g-spot orgasm, different from the clitoral orgasms - deeper, harder, longer. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” I wailed. “Don’t ever stop reaming my little cunt!”

“But that’s just what I’m going to do, you little whore,” he said. I was stunned – not at all what I expected. I felt him pull out with a little pop and heard him rustle in a drawer. My pussy felt enormously empty. I remained standing with my head resting on the bed, but my legs were so weak my thigh muscles were shaking. What is he up to? I wondered, again feeling nervous excitement. It was then that I felt the shock of something cold and wet against my anus. “What the fuck?!” I said. 

“You want my big cock up your ass, I know secretly you do.” 

“I’ve never done that,” I replied, now rapidly growing concerned. “I don’t think I can take it – please don’t.” I had never done this, nor had any of my girlfriends – hell, we had never really talked about it so I didn’t know what it was like. Certainly none of my Asian boyfriends had ever even tried.

“You were all into it when I was licking your asshole; I know you’re ready for it!” said Ty. At that moment, I felt the enormous lubed-up head of his cock against my asshole. I thought it would be impossible for him to fit it in.

I began to plead for mercy. “Ty, please don’t, it’s too big for me. I’ve never had anal sex.” He ignored my pleas and went for it, holding onto my wrists for leverage. After a few moments of his groaning, I felt the head pop into my ass. I thought I would faint, and I shrieked in pain. My legs collapsed, but he held me up by my stomach and wrists. “Tell me you love it in the ass!” Ty commanded. I could hardly stop moaning in pain to say anything. The blindfold had taken away my sight, so all me other senses were heightened. “Tell me!” he repeated.

“I-I love it in the ass,” I whispered, as he began to slide with small strokes. His strokes lengthened as he penetrated my rectum. My legs were now dangling beneath me, as he held my bent body upfor his pleasure. The initial wave of discomfort gave way to a mix of pain and pleasure, but I could not ignore how full I felt. My breath came in shallow gasps.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you,” Ty said.

“I love your cock in my ass.” I said, gasping, this time with more enthusiasm. “I love it when you fill me up with your big dark cock. I love being bent over and tied so you can work my little body.” This got his rhythm moving faster.

“You should see your little ass cheeks around my cock.” Ty said. “There’s nothing like the sight of little pale ass cheeks with a big dark cock between them! Ooh, it makes me want to come all over them!”

“That’s it baby, come for me.” I beckoned. “I want you to come for me; give me your come, Ty.”

He pulled out with a loud pop and I heard his groan grow into a full-throated cry of ecstasy, followed by the sensation of wet jets of come on my tied hands, my ass, and down the backs of my thighs. Rivulets of come slid down towards my shoes.

Ty slowly pushed me forward onto the bed and collapsed next to me. I quickly fell into a deep sleep. I awakened the next morning, feeling like a newly-deflowered virgin, which, in a sense, I was.

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Ariel is Taken by her Master



My favorite role-play scene is when my Master grasps my collar from behind, pulling it tightly against my throat. He then holds me out at arm's length and propels me to the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed face-first and immediately leans against my abdomen and legs to trap me against the side of the bed. 

Since this is a game (and I'm a willing participant), I start pushing my upper body off the bed and trying to get away from him. He grabs my right arm and pulls it behind my back, while also grabbing my collar and pulling it tight. The pain and pressure cause me to stop fighting and Master whispers in my ear, "If you fight me, I promise I'll kill you. If you are a good girl, you might survive this." (He doesn't mean it, of course. Our game is to pretend that he's a stranger raping me.)

He tells me that he's going to let me go and that he doesn't want me to move. He promises he won't hurt me if I do what he says. Gingerly, slowly, he releases my collar and arm. I hold still, though I'm whimpering and begging him not to kill me. He keeps one hand on my back walks around the bottom of the bed to get to the other side. 

He holds onto one of my wrists as he ties a rope onto the headboard. When I open my eyes and see what he's doing, I panic and start fighting him again. He pulls my arm HARD so that my upper body falls back onto the bed. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and quite effectively holds me down. 

With me fighting, he manages to get my left wrist tied to the headboard of the bed. Still holding my neck, he grabs hold of my right arm, then releases my neck. I keep fighting as he ties my right wrist to the footboard of the bed. He pulls me up so that my feet can't touch the floor, yet not up far enough so that I can get my knees up onto the bed to give me leverage.

Depending on what I'm wearing, Master rips my shirt and bra off. When he goes around the bed to get behind me again, I'm yelling loudly and crying and begging him not to do this. Master laughs at my helplessness and tells me to yell as loud as I want...that no one can hear me at this remote location.

Master pries my legs apart and steps between them. He presses his knees against the back of my thighs, effectively immobilizing me. He leans over me and I feel his chest hair against my back. I think it's right about this time that I consider having an orgasm. *smile*

Master reaches under me and unzips/unbuttons my skirt/pants. He pulls the article of clothing down to about mid-thigh. I'm bucking and jumping for all I'm worth, not that it's doing me any good. (I think the physical exertion turns me on, since I'm always dripping wet by this point.) Master rips off my panties and stuffs them in my mouth (if i'm wearing any).

Eventually, I've lost a fair amount of strength and I'm mostly lying on the bed, only moving to avoid his touch. I'm whimpering and begging. Meanwhile, Master is talking to me, telling me what a whore/tramp/slut I am and how he's been watching me for weeks, planning on raping me. He rakes his fingernails down my back, which makes me arch like a cat. GOD, I love that!!!!! 

Master tells me that he's been following me, watching how many guys I go out with, noticing how I often come home with the "freshly-fucked" look. He says he knows I'm a slut and that I practically beg every guy I meet to fuck me. Naturally, I deny this, though I know it to be true. Eventually, Master puts his fingers in my pussy and feels how wet I am. He says that proves how much I want him to fuck me and what a cunt I am.

(Every time he puts his fingers in my pussy, I have to use every ounce of willpower to keep from cumming. You see, he's told me I don't have to ask permission to cum during these scenes, since it's supposed to be rape. However, I have to at least wait until his dick is in me before I cum for the first time.)

Master lays down against my back, putting his right hand under my belly and moving down to play with my pussy, while using his left hand to play with my tits. (He has me leaning slightly onto my right side to facilitate this.) I can feel Master's dick growing against my ass, and start bucking to get him off me. Instead of making him stop, this just makes his dick grow harder as my ass cheeks wrap around it. He encourages me to fight him, telling me how much that turns him on.

I alternate between lying still as I catch my breath, and fighting him. Just when I think I can't hold back my orgasm any longer, he shoves his dick into my pussy and pushes HARD into me. I jump as if electrified, and have an orgasm immediately. 

When I settle down again, Master pulls out of my pussy and tells me how he knew I'd get off on this whole thing. I try to deny it, but am guilty as charged. He says something like, "Well, let's see if you like THIS." Then, he shoves his dick into my ass. It hurts like the dickens at first, since he doesn't go in slowly. However, after a minute or two, I'm right on the edge of orgasm again.

I'm grunting and moaning and whimpering. If there are no panties in my mouth, I'm begging him to have mercy on a poor girl. He doesn't even bother to listen, fucking hard and fast like he likes it. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back as far as it will go, which stretches the ropes tied to my wrists. It's an impossibly awkward position my body is in, however, I'm so turned on that I don't even notice. As Master is fucking my ass, my clit is being ground against the bed. Marvelous stimulation! I have a couple of orgasms while he's doing this, depending on how long it takes for him to cum.

I hear a low growl in Master's throat and know that he's close. I buck back against him what little I can, since I have no real leverage. I loudly beg him to fuck me, and hold back my orgasm, waiting. When he lets out a loud growl and starts cumming, I scream and have a HUGE orgasm! We are both lost in the ecstasy at that point. After he cums, Master collapses against the back of my body and we both hold still, breathing hard and recovering. 

After Master recovers, he laughs low in his throat, rolls to my side, and puts his lips against my ear. He teases me, saying how much of a slut I am, remarking vividly on how my body responded to him. Again, I try half-heartedly to deny all this, knowing that he has seen the proof himself. He pulls a handful of my hair and, in a mean voice, tells me not to lie to him. He tells me to say out loud that I'm a slut, wanting to be fucked by any dick available.

I cry and beg him not to say these things. He argues with me that it's true...that the preceding moments proved it beyond doubt. He rams several fingers into my pussy to cover them with juice, then forces them into my mouth. He asks if I like the taste of my cum. Of course, I can't respond with his fingers in my mouth.

Finally, he releases me and gets off the bed. He says something like, "Fine. You're not a slut. So you won't mind if I put you in a nunnery and make sure you're never near another guy again for the rest of your life." My eyes get huge and my words stumble. I don't know how to respond, and yet I can't stand the thought of never being fucked by a dick again! Finally, I break down and beg him not to do that. He laughs, saying I've just proven myself a slut. He badgers me with his words while pinching and lightly hitting me, telling me to admit that I'm a whore. He eventually starts playing with my pussy again, which causes my hips to move around and moans to come from my throat. 

"See, look how you respond to me. You don't know me and I just raped you, yet look how you respond. You are the lowest form of slut. You're a slave. Do you know that? Have you been trained as a slave, slut?" Master asks.

I try to fight against him, but his fingers on my pussy feel SO good! It's not long before I cum again, which makes him laugh. I feel humiliated at how my body is responding to him, yet I can't get it to stop. I want to fight him, and at the same time, I want to encourage him. I'm torn with so many conflicting emotions.

After he makes me cum a couple times, Master leaves the room. I use this time to gather my strength and test my bonds a bit. It's obvious that I'm never going to be able to get out of the ties, so I just hold still. When I hear the door creak, I start begging him to let me go. I remind him that he promised not to hurt me if I let him do what he wanted to me.

He says that he'll let me go eventually. Right now, he's having too much fun to release me. He fucks me, plays with my pussy and does several other sexual things...all of which turn me on enormously and cause me to have massive orgasms. He cums at least one more time.

Finally, we end up lying next to each other on the bed, with one of my ankles tied to the footboard, just to be sure I don't run away. While we're in the la-la land that follows sex, he says that he's decided it's time to let me go. I feel disappointed and suggest that I may as well stay until the next morning, as it's rather late. Master laughs at me, mocking how I'd begged him earlier to let me go.

I turn beet-red and put my face against his chest. Masters pets my hair and asks me if I've enjoyed myself. I haltingly admit that I did. Master than reveals how my friends paid him to capture me and give me great pleasure as a birthday surprise. He says that he's seen me several times at a bar we both go to and that he's wanted to fuck me for some time.

I express surprise at all this information, and ask if he is a "professional" rapist. He says it's more of a sideline, and that he enjoys doing it. I smile coyly and ask if he would be willing to do me again some time. We both laugh over that thought.

Finally, Master starts untying me and I tell him I don't want to go, that I want to stay with him all weekend, if possible. He says it's possible, but only on one condition...that I agree to be his slave for the weekend. I ask him what this entails and he gives me an outline. I confess being scared and excited about the prospect at the same time. I tell him that I have friends who are into BDSM and that I've wanted to experiment but have been scared. Master promises to be easy with me...relatively speaking. After some questioning and coercing on his part, I agree.

Master tells me to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up...that he doesn't want a nasty slave for the weekend. I get up and head to the bathroom.

When Master joins me in the bathroom, he acts like he's been at work this whole time and that he's just coming home. I tell him I was lying down to have a nap and had the most WONDERFUL dream. He feels my pussy and says, "That must have been one really great nap, based on what I'm feeling." We both laugh and get in the shower together. 



Ariel Pushes her Master's Tolerance



Master and I mentally sparred during dinner, during which time my confidence increased. I mistakenly thought that him not shutting me down meant that I was winning. It didn't occur to me he was letting ride high so I'd fall further when he finally chose to swat me down. 

When we finished eating, Master stood up and so did I. He put a hand behind my head, intending to kiss me. I turned my face away. He growled and I couldn't help but smile. He just walked away, which left me feeling disappointed. 

I cleaned up the dishes. When I went to find him downstairs, he patted the couch next to him and said he wanted me to sit with him. His face looked the way it does when he wants to "make love" to me...rather than fucking. 

He looked so tender, that I immediately let down my guard. 

He pulled me in for a sweet, soft, gentle kiss. Then he looked directly into my eyes and smiled in the most loving way...and I returned that smile. At that moment, he pulled both my wrists behind my back, turned me around, and clipped my slave chains together. I knew then that I was screwed. 

With that same sweet smile on his face, he calmly held me with one hand while I squiggled and wiggled and jerked, trying desperately to get free. The switch between soft, loving husband and stern Master had happened so quickly that I didn't have time to protect myself. Knowing that I was so vulnerable left me feeling afraid...and excited. At this point, though, it was much more fear. 

Like a trapped animal, I tried desperately to get away from Master, aware that he was going to punish me for my earlier insolence. It was only after I'd winded myself that I calmed down enough to feel the excitement...to remember that my Master may cause me pain, but he would never HURT me. 

As I breathed heavily, my chest quickly moving up and down with every breath, my nipples hardened at the thought of what my Master might do to me. Seeing my Master's eyes upon my hardening breasts caused me to blush. I was ashamed that my responses to him were so clear. I felt that my body was betraying me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

Master gave me a disgusted look and said, "Slut."

I burned with shame, yet sat up straight and said, "Yes...I am."

Master slowly closed his eyes and I dropped my eyes back to his feet. Before I could note the movement, Master's hand was in my hair and he was pulling me to my feet. With my head at his hip, he marched me into the dungeon and threw me to the ground. I kept my head down, not wanting to further irritate the angry bear I'd awakened. 

After a few moments of clinking sounds, I felt Master's hand in my hair again as he dragged me upright and shoved me face first against the St. Andrews cross. He unclipped my slave chains and pulled my left arm up into the cuff, then did the same on the right side. Master slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

I was just starting to relax a bit, anticipating the feel of Master's flogger on my back. Because I wasn't paying as much attention to Master as I should have been, I didn't anticipate him kicking my ankles apart. As I fell backward, I was very grateful that Master was there to catch me, though he growled at me for my inattention. At that point, I was embarrassed that I'd been so centered on my own needs that I wasn't paying attention to my Master. 

Master shoved me upright again, and I quickly placed my ankles against the insides of the cross. Master bent down and roughly grabbed my right ankle, pulling it to the outside of the cross and tying it there. He did the same on the left. I made a small sound of protest. With my legs spread this far, my wrists were pulling hard against the cuffs and I didn't feel like I was balanced well. I felt the same fear that some people feel when they're about to fall off a curb...you know you won't get hurt badly, yet every human instinct inside you tells you to protect yourself. 

Master growled at me to quit moving. I felt slightly angry that he would leave me unbalanced like this...and that my legs were spread far enough apart to cause pain on my inner thighs. I wanted to protest with words...but didn't dare. I knew I'd earned this treatment...though that didn't help me like it any better. 

Master stepped away from me after swatting my ass a couple of times...hard! I heard him rattling the toys around on the shelf and quickly readied myself to be hit with the flogger. The sounds quieted...and the lights went out...and the door to the dungeon was closed. 

Confused, I waited for a few seconds in silence. "Master?" I queried. No answer came to me. Cautiously, I tried to turn my head to find out if I could see anything. Due to the balance problems I was having, I couldn't turn more than an inch, and that didn't help. 

Now, I became angry. How dare he just walk out and leave me here like this!? He knew that anything could happen when he wasn't there...that I could lurch backward suddenly, pulling the cross down on top of me. I could be hurt! Curse words filled my head. 

Silence. I jiggled my wrists a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position...to no avail. My shoulders were already aching and it had only been a few minutes. Or had it been longer? How long HAD I been here? How long was it going to be before he returned. 

Silence. My Master knows that sensory deprivation is my weak point. While this wasn't an extreme form by any means, it was still debilitating to me. I couldn't stand not knowing...not being able to ready myself for the next onslaught...not being able to read my Master by the blows I received. 

Silence. Now, fear started to take hold. What if he didn't intend to come back? What if he left me there until I withered away? What if something happened to him? No one else would know that I was there, so they wouldn't know that I needed to be rescued. What if I choked to death and he didn't know it? What would happen if I used my safe word, but he was too far away to hear me? WHAT IF I DIED LIKE THIS? 

Silence. Tears started flowing down my cheeks. I began a piteous wailing sound, quiet, hoping Master wouldn't hear...while hoping he would hear me. My pride said that I didn't want him to know I was upset...and my fear said I wanted him to come rescue me. My mind said I should be strong, that it hadn't been very long, that I could win this battle of wills...and my slave heart said I had no right to play this game, that I was weak, that I had already lasted longer than I needed to. 

Silence. Thoughts racing through my brain so quickly I couldn't tell one from another. Tears running down my cheeks. Fear riddling my heart. 

Silence. "Master!" I scream at the top of my lungs, every ounce of my body begging him to hear me. 

Silence. Fear grips my heart, wondering if I've pushed him far enough for him to leave me for good. "Master!" I scream again, adding a note of desperation that causes my voice to raise at the end. 

Silence. "Master..." I call softly, pitifully as I allow my entire body to relax into fearful trembles and tears.

Silence. "Master, please, I'm sorry," I beg with my words, with my head. "Please, Master, I swear I won't do it again. Please, Master!!!!!!!" I say, louder at the end. 

Silence. Time passes as I cry my pitiful tears. Then, knowledge begins to filter into my addled brain.

Silence. I stop crying and contemplate my situation. I realize that I deserve this...and more. That my challenging of Master earlier was an attempt to get him to beat me. And that the reason he didn't beat me is because that was what I wanted. And that he may, in fact, choose to never open that door again. 

Silence. "Master," I state calmly, talking to the emptiness. "I love you. I honor you for knowing me better than I know myself. Thank you, Master, for being strong enough to handle me...and wise enough to know how to do so. I adore you, Master. And if I ever get the chance to see you again, I will prostrate myself at your feet, lick your shoes, and beg forgiveness for my haughty ways." 

Silence. After several more minutes of self-reflection, I cry softly, ashamed of myself, wishing I could take back my actions. "Master, I am so sorry," I wail, my voice barely audible in the deep silence. 

"And I love you, my slave." Master's voice scares me so much that I try to leap away from the sound. I feel Master's hands on my body, pinching, touching, pulling, slapping, feeling, rubbing. Master presses the front of his body against the back of mine. He pinches my nipples so hard I'm afraid they'll come off, yet I just purr and lean back against him, begging for more. 

"You know you'll pay, don't you, slut?" Master whispers lovingly, seductively in my ear. Smiling, I nod my head. After being deprived of his touch, I would do ANYTHING for the privilege of feeling his hands on me again. 

Master reaches up and takes my hands out of the cuffs, though he communicates silently that I'm to continue holding the ring at the top of the cuffs. He unties my legs and allows me to move my ankles to the inside of the cross, thereby balancing myself better and giving my aching shoulders a slight reprieve. 

Master was kissing me, pinching me, rubbing me...in other words, being quite loving. And yet, I was still prepared when the first flogging hit came. The light came on and Master proceeded to beat me to the point where I thought I would pass out. And through it all, I held onto the metal rings. I didn't whimper or protest in any way. I took the punishment I knew was due to me. 

That night, as Master chained me to his bed, I silently thanked the gods that I was privileged enough to sleep cuddled next to my Master. 

"Thank you, Master," I whispered against his back.

"For what, cunt?" Master laughingly asked. "For beating you?"

"For loving me enough to dominate me...to torture me in ways that don't require any tools...for loving me enough to know exactly what I need." A contented sigh left my lips as I heard Master chuckle and pull me in tighter to him. 

"Sleep well, my slut, because tomorrow is when you will pay for the error of your ways."

"Yes, Master," I replied as I swiftly fell into a deep, glorious, happy sleep. 



Ariel Serves



My stomach began to stir as I drew closer to the house. What will he have in store for me this time? What delights – and fears – will I experience? Will he be in the mood for sweet, slow sex – or for raw, powerful rape? I hoped it would be rape.

Knocking on the door, I felt my pussy grow wet. Every time I visited Master Dave, I had a good time. Of course, his pleasure always came first and I never shirked my duty to him. Knowing that always made my own pleasure that much better!

“Come in. Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes, please. I’d like just plain water, please.”

The beginning of our time together always made me a bit nervous. Master Dave was simply “Dave” at these times. He was relaxed and we would chat a bit. At some point, though, I would see him change. His easy manner would shift and his shoulders would straighten a bit. The features on his face became slightly harder, his eyes more intense.

As soon as I saw the change, I slipped off the bar stool, stripped off all my clothing, and kneeled down at his feet, knees spread as wide as I could get them, hands on my thighs, palms up, eyes closed and head tilted back as far as I could. This very vulnerable position left my body open for his use – and abuse, if he chose. On this day, he chose to place a blindfold on my eyes and ear plugs in my ears. I began to tremble, knowing that I had much to fear from Master Dave. However, at the same time, I knew he would NEVER do anything that was outside the limits we’d agreed upon. Then again, the limits we’d agreed upon were pretty broad!

I flinched as Master Dave pinched my nipples, lifting them and pulling them as hard as he could. I did my best to maintain my position, despite my body’s natural desire to protect itself. I bit my teeth together hard and breathed through the pain. I knew Master Dave was testing my pain tolerance for that day. As all wise Masters, he knows that slaves go through ups and downs and he wanted to be certain what I could handle.

Part of me started wishing that my tolerance was lower, so that he would take it easy on me. The bigger part of my mind, though, was thrilled with the idea of Master Dave being able to do whatever he wanted to me, without having to worry about me “wimping out.”

For what seemed like 20 minutes, I sat there motionless – unable to hear or see anything. A few times, I felt something brush against me and I jumped, startled by the sudden touch. Just as I was beginning to relax my position – allowing my back to bow just the slightest bit – I felt the riding crop land across my shoulders.

The shock propelled me forward and my hands hit the floor just moments before my face. Choking, trying to catch my breath, I quickly hoisted myself back into position, knowing that I would be punished later for breaking position. Tears began to fill my eyes as I realized that Master Dave was totally in control and that I had willingly turned over my body – and my will – to him and whatever he chose to do.

Three more strikes of the riding crop hit my back before the tears began to fall down my cheeks. It wasn’t so much the pain – which was considerable – as feeling so helpless and vulnerable. Being tied at least gave me the illusion that I was not able to change the situation. However, having to hold myself still for this type of punishment was even worse. I knew that I could stand up and walk out at any moment. And I also knew that I CHOSE to stay and turn over myself to Master Dave. It was humiliating – and it was honest.

I felt fingers on my ears and hear Master Dave whisper in my ear, “Lie down.”

I spread myself out as wide as possible in the X position. I felt Master Dave place small candles on the backs of my hands, 3 on my back, one on each of my thighs. Experience told me that I would have to be VERY careful not to flinch, or the candle wax would spill on me – and it would be HOT! And, worst of all, Master Dave would be displeased if I were to get wax on his hardwood floors.

WHAP…..WHAP……WHAP. The flogger landed 3 times on my ass, causing me to flinch, but not enough to spill the wax. I then felt the strands of the flogger trailing over my body. WHAP went the flogger on my right ankle and foot. I jumped and spilled some wax on my back. 

“Ow,” I whispered softly before I could stop myself. I cringed at my carelessness and hoped Master Dave hadn’t heard me. 

“That’s two,” he said. Darn! He had heard me!

Master Dave walked away, leaving me there to feel the bottoms of the candles growing warmer on my skin. The backs of my thighs were really starting to burn and I was considering how much I could take before using my safe word. 

I moved my legs slightly to help alleviate the pain. No help. I held perfectly still again as Master Dave came nearer. I exhaled with relief when he lifted off the candles from my thighs, then removed the candles from my hands and back. I hadn’t realized how hot they were until I felt the cool air in the room take their place. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Master Dave pulled me to my feet. Without speaking, he shoved me forward. I stumbled a few steps with my arms out in front of me.

“Position!” Master Dave snapped.

I quickly spread my legs, straightened my shoulders to press my breasts forward, put my hands behind my back and grabbed my forearms to keep my arms in place. I was shoved again and barely managed to keep from moving my arms. Being shoved across a room while blindfolded and not even being able to use my hands to catch myself left me feeling vulnerable and inelegant. I was worried that I’d fall over one of Master Dave’s toys or stumble into a wall. 

Master Dave shoved me several times before he shoved downward on my shoulders. I quickly assumed a kneeling position, keeping my arms behind me, as I hadn’t been told to change their position. I felt Master Dave’s hands in my hair, positioning my head. Suddenly, my slightly open mouth was invaded by a cock. 

Wait a minute! I thought. If Master Dave is behind me positioning my head, WHOSE DICK IS THIS! A slight sound managed to escape my mouth before I was gagged by the dick being thrust down my throat. Being a well-trained submissive, I kept my hands behind my back and opened my mouth wide to take in this dick. I felt Master Dave’s hands leave my head and wanted desperately to ask him what was going on!

I did my best to keep my teeth away from the rapidly-thrusting dick. I knew Master Dave would be furious if I hurt this guy – whoever he was! Just as I was getting into the rhythm, the dick was pulled from my mouth and I felt a hand grab my hair and hold my head still. I still held my mouth open and was not surprised when I felt cum being splashed on me, while the man in front of me grunted extensively.

The hand left my hair and the man moved away. I heard Master Dave and this other guy talking. I sat still, my head in the same awkward position, my mouth still open, as I’d not been given permission to move. I felt the cum dripping on my face and realized the man must have cum quite a bit. 

“My floors aren’t a repository for the cum you refuse to eat, slut. I’d suggest you do something before I do something to you.” Master Dave’s calm words had the same effect as ice water would have. I leaned forward so quickly that I lost my balance and splayed face down on the floor. My face turned beet-red with embarrassment as I righted myself and began to search the floor for cum. With my hands behind me and my eyes covered, it was a nearly impossible task. I finally gave up trying to smell the cum and simply began licking the floor, hoping I’d find what I was supposed to clean up. The biggest problem I had, of course, is that the cum that had been on my face was now on the floor as well. Since I’d floundered around, a bit before righting myself, the search area could be quite large!

After a few minutes, I realized that my jaws were aching from all the stretching my tongue was doing. I pulled my tongue in and just breathed for a few minutes.

“Done?” Master Dave asked. I was perplexed and didn’t know how to answer the question. If all the cum was up, then I could answer yes and not get in trouble. However, if there was even one drop left, I’d better say no. But my tongue was hurting, so I wanted to say yes. But I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I should say no.

“Um…” was my sparkling response.

“1….2….3…” Master Dave said.

“No!” I said quickly and again began to lick the floor. 

“You were right, Dave. She’s a whore. I think she’d fuck anything you stuck in her mouth. And look at her licking the floor. What a slut!”

I flushed with humiliation and felt tears prick my eyes. I felt fingers touching my cunt, sampling the wetness there.

“Look at this,” Master Dave laughed. “She loves it!”

The two guys watched me and laughed at me. The strong part of my personality wanted to stand up and tell them to fuck off. However, the submissive part of me was enjoying the humiliation, loving every second of their abuse of me. I also knew that I could leave at any second. And the fact that I was still licking the floor told me exactly what my heart wanted!

Master Dave grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face into his crotch. I used my teeth to undo the button on his jeans, struggling for several minutes while the guys chatted about football teams. I then attempted to pull down his zipper, but couldn’t quite accomplish this task.

“That’s number 4,” Master Dave said as he unzipped his pants. I was embarrassed that I couldn’t complete this simple task that most subs could do without thinking. I knew that Master Dave would have to pay me back double on that one, since I’d showed my lack of ability in front of his friend.

I was able to get Master Dave’s dick out without hurting him and began to eagerly suck him. I almost forgot that the other guy was there until I felt his hands on my ass, lifting it up for his inspection. Of course, I kept my mouth on Master Dave’s dick, and raised my ass as high into the air as I could with my limited mobility.

“Damn! Her ass is cute. That little hole is just begging for something to get inside it. Look how she sucks me in when I put my finger there.” I flushed, knowing the truth of his words. My body eagerly sucked on anything put near any of my holes. As Master Dave was fully aware, I am a slut and always will be.

“Fuck her. Watch how much that little asshole stretches.”

I waited for Master Dave to tell the other man where to find lube, yet the words never came. Instead, I heard him putting on a rubber, then felt his dick go into my pussy. I was surprised, as he’d said he wanted my ass. It became clear, though, as he pulled out and began to enter my asshole. 

“Had to get it wet first. This is gonna be good!”

I felt my asshole stretch, absorbing this dick and surrounding it. At this point, I was so horny, I had to fight to hold back my orgasm. Damn it! I thought. Master Dave knows that I always cum when he fucks my ass! He’s testing me to see how long I can hold back. Shit! This is hard!

I felt Master Dave’s dick in my mouth become rock hard as it always does just before he cums. I also felt the other guy’s dick in my ass, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. I was in heaven! Now, if I could only cum…..

Before that thought could complete itself, Master Dave started spurting in my mouth. I made sure to capture every drop and licked his dick clean. I also gave his balls a good cleaning, just in case. By this time, the other guy was grunting pretty hard and I knew he was close to cumming.

“Master Dave?” I queried in a small voice. “May I speak?”

“No,” he said calmly, with no apparent emotion. Darn it! That meant I wouldn’t be allowed to ask for permission to have an orgasm. And I knew I couldn’t cum without permission. My body was practically groaning from the effort of holding back. To make it worse, Master Dave started pinching my nipples between his fingers, pulling on my breasts as if he were playing.

I gritted my teeth and strained to hold myself back as the other guy grabbed my hips and thrust even harder. I was afraid my asshole would split, but finally he came and collapsed onto my back. It was difficult for me to remain steady, as I was still in the awkward position of having my head in Master Dave’s lap and my ass in the air.

The other guy got up and Master Dave pushed me away from him. I quickly knelt down and assumed the same position in which I’d begun the day. I heard Master Dave take the other guy upstairs, then heard the door open and close. I waited several long, breathless minutes for Master Dave to come back downstairs.

“Four. Not good. You didn’t perform as well as I’d hoped.”

“I’m sorry, Master Dave. I truly am! Please forgive me, Master! Please!!!!” The note of urgency I heard in my voice embarrassed me. Why did I care so much about pleasing him? Why did it matter to me that his friend had seen me at less than my best.

“Well, I suppose we can start the evening. How will you take your punishment, my lovely pet?”



Ariel Serves a New Master



Master and I had met several times, chatting….getting to know one another….discussing options…..finding out what interests we had in common.

Even though we’d had sex and done some “playing” on our first three meetings, I knew that this fourth meeting would be different. Master had said that he felt he knew me well enough to “begin” now. I thought it was an odd statement.

When I got to Master’s house, he invited me downstairs and gave me a drink (CC&7). As I normally don’t drink when playing, I started to demur. Something in his expression told me not to say anything. I barely sipped on the drink, wanting to make sure I was able to maintain my composure and not get tipsy.

After several minutes of chatting, Master said (in a conversational tone), “Okay, I’m ready to begin now. Strip and lie down on the bar.” My first thought was to be impressed that he’d used “lie down” rather than “lay down.” My second thought was to take my clothes off. As I stood up, Master said, “Tsk, tsk, tsk….slow reactions….that’ll be costly, my darling.”

Sensing that something had changed…..yet still confused because his voice hadn’t shown any change……I quickly stripped and got awkwardly up onto the bar. I sat there for a second, until I remembered to lie down. When I did, Master came over and quickly pulled me to the middle of the bar by my hands. Now, he was not talking and I sensed that I shouldn’t either.

He positioned my arms above my head, then pulled my legs wide apart. It was a rather uncomfortable position, as there was nowhere for me to rest my legs. I simply had to hold them out in space. Not good for a girl who sits at a computer desk all day.

After running his hands all over my body….and I do mean ALL over my body……Master grabbed my ankles and pulled my ass down to the end of the bar. I gasped in surprise, yet held my position. It was hard not to put my hands down at my sides in order to stabilize myself, yet I managed.

Master walked away while commanding me to close my eyes. He told me I wasn’t allowed to open them until given instructions to do so. Honestly, I’d rather have a blindfold than be forced to blind myself, which is effectively what he was doing to me. I’d also rather be tied than have to hold my hands in position. After all, if I’m tied and blindfolded, then I don’t have to admit that I actually love what’s being done to me. If I simply hold still, then I’m admitting exactly how much of a slave I am!

Master walked around for a bit, making noise. I don’t know what he was doing. After a few minutes, he said, “To me.” I immediately opened my eyes in preparation for getting down from the bar, then quickly shut them again when I heard Master growling low in his throat. Darn! I was NOT doing well that night!

I blindly groped my way down from the bar, found the floor and crawled to what I thought was the middle of the room. I thought the crawling would make him happy. I paused for a moment, listening attentively to find out where Master was. I heard a shuffling noise and crawled in that direction. In a few feet, I ran into his legs.

Quickly sitting back onto my heels, I knelt in front of him with my legs spread as wide as I could make them go. I put my palms on my thighs, pushed my breasts out, pulled my stomach in, and straightened my back. Then, I made a mistake. I smiled with satisfaction at how well I felt I’d done.

“Is that a self-satisfied smirk? You think because you crawled that all your errors are forgiven?” Master sounded vaguely amused…and yet somehow his displeasure came through.

I quickly knotted my brow, erased the smile, and began to worry.

Master then spent several minutes telling me what the ground rules were going to be for the rest of our relationship. Every couple of items, he’d stop and quiz me on how well I was listening. I did well at remembering each of the items and asked only a few questions as to his intent. I was concentrating so hard on remembering the rules, that I forgot to watch my posture.

Master’s cold glass touched my naked back and I arched and squealed. “Watch how you sit. You will always arrange your body in ways that are pleasing to me. I don’t care how uncomfortable you are.”

I checked my pose and made sure I was perfect again. I also made a mental note to encourage Master to drink warm drinks!!!! *smile*

Master continued with his instructions, occasionally touching me. My body became tired, yet I maintained my position. Occasionally, he would walk away from me for several minutes at a time, during which time I would relax my body slightly (while holding position) and allow my mind to imagine all the delicious ways Master and I would be having fun after his instructions were through. As you can imagine, my pussy was wet an dripping by this point.

After one such period of solitude, Master spoke harshly and quickly from across the room….almost yelling his order. “To me!!!!”

After such a long period of quiet, the loud sound undid my composure. I reflexively opened my eyes and looked toward the sound, my body flinching as my hands instinctively covered my body. Seeing Master’s face, I immediately remembered my place and closed my eyes. I crawled quickly over to him and sat up again.

I was trembling with excitement and some fear. I could tell in the brief glimpse I’d had of Master’s face that he was not happy with me. Considering how many times I’d broken position that night….in such a short time…..I was not surprised. Unfortunately, I didn’t know what to do about it.

Master walked behind me and made some noise. I sat still and waited…and waited….and waited. I was just beginning to have feelings of frustration and some anger at his treatment of me when something hard and cold hit me on the back. The blow went all the way from the right to the left and landed right at my shoulder-blade level. To this day, I don’t know what he used. If I had to guess, though, I’d say it was a metal rod of some sort.

The force of the blow threw my body forward to the floor and took my breath away. Even though my eyes were open, I couldn’t see anything, so blinded was I by the pain. I was in shock and didn’t even move to right myself when I realized I was splayed on the floor.

“To me!” Master said loudly, his voice appearing somewhat relaxed.

I became incensed. Here I was, still trying to find a way to breathe, and he expected me to crawl to him? For what? More punishment? No way!!!!!!!

I clamped my teeth together, my jaw becoming so tight it hurt. I balled my hands into fists and finally took in a ragged breath. Tears began to fall from both anger and pain and I heard the rational part of my brain tell me to get up and walk out of there.

My slave heart won. I closed my eyes, achingly got to my knees, and crawled toward the sound I’d heard from Master. My body was weak and I found it impossible to stop the trembling of my limbs. My head was SCREAMING at me to leave. My heart propelled me toward the Master who had hit me so cruelly.

When I ran into his legs, I stopped and got back into position. My breathing was still coming hard, as I felt intense pain every time I filled my lungs. Somehow, I managed to overcome my body’s needs and sit still, flinching at the slightest noise, afraid another blow would land on my body.

After 10 minutes or so, my breathing had slowed and become almost regular, though I still felt intense pain if I breathed too deeply. The line across my back became a dull fire that ached too much to consider. I kept my mind busy by constantly checking my posture, making sure I was perfectly appealing to Master’s view. During this time, Master stood still in front of me. 

At some point, Master walked away from me and I started crying harder, fear making it incredibly difficult for me to hold my back straight. When Master leaned down to whisper in my ear, I flinched and bit my tongue as my teeth clamped together.

“Now that you know that I am willing to do that to you……I should never have the need to do it again. You are my slave and you will ALWAYS act as such.” Master’s voice so so matter-of-fact, so calm……..and so right. 

In the 13 months that I spent as his slave, he never had to hit me again. Perfect obedience is what he expected….and what he received.



Ariel Surrenders



CHAPTER 01

Stepping into the hallway of the hotel, Ariel realized she was more nervous than she'd ever been. Even though she'd been with Master Timothy for almost a year, she still found him unpredictable and impossible to read. 

Ariel smoothed her skirt, fluffed her hair, and stopped in front of Room 1210. She knocked and waited. And waited. And waited. Nervously, she looked around, down both sides of the hallway. She wondered if he were there. Perhaps he was delayed. No, he'd called her from the room, so that couldn't be it. What should she do?

Timidly, she knocked again. She smiled as the door opened, then frowned in confusion as a piece of paper came out and the door closed again. Ariel picked up the paper and her eyes opened with surprise as she read what was written thereon:

Take off your clothes. Assume your proper position.

That was all it said. Surely, though, he didn't mean for her to be naked OUT HERE! In the hallway?! She looked with dismay down the hallway again. She put the note back down and moved around slightly, trying to figure out what to do. 

Ariel moved down the hallway, toward the elevator. Angrily, she pushed the DOWN button. Crossing her arms and tapping her toes, she decided that he'd gone too far this time. After all, who did he think he was? At that thought, Ariel felt her face relax and her arms uncross themselves. He was her Master. That's who he thought he was.

Uncertainly, Ariel began to slowly move down the hall again. She looked back briefly as the elevator doors opened, but she kept moving. When she once again stood in front of the door, Ariel stopped and breathed deeply to gather her courage. She felt scared, but she still stripped off her blouse, then her skirt, then her bra. She hesitated at her panties, then pictured Master Timothy's face when she's defied him and quickly took them off.

She was wearing her thigh-high, lace-trimmed, bow-bedecked stockings and some low-heeled shoes. That was her usual slave garb, she so figured that was how he wanted to see her. She quietly knocked at the door again, hoping that he'd quickly open the door. What if someone came down the hall? What if security could see her on a camera or something? Oh, god, she thought, hurry and open the door!

Nothing happened. Desperately, she bent over to cover herself and noticed the last part of the note. No way! No way did he truly intend for her to do that here!!!! He couldn't possibly mean it! Ariel's mind reeled with the thought of being in her slave position in the hallway of a hotel - waiting who-knows-how-long for her Master to open the door.

She fought her feelings, she fought her desire to put her clothes back on and leave. She knew if she walked away from this, she'd never see Master Timothy again. And she knew she she'd do ANYTHING to stay with Master Timothy. And that was the instant she knew she'd do it.

Kneeling down, Ariel pushed her clothes to the side, sat back on her heels and placed her hands on her knees. She wiggled around until her knees were as wide as she could make them. Then she hesitated. This was the hard part.

Right then, the elevator doors opened and out stepped a couple who appeared to be in their mid-30's. Ariel closed her eyes, knowing that they'd seen her and there was nothing she could do to stop them from looking at her. One tiny tear squeezed from under her eyelid, as she waited patiently for the couple to pass. Though they were whispering, Ariel could still hear their words.

"What is she doing? God, she looks like she's waiting on something. Wonder if her husband threw her out or something?" The last comment from the man made Ariel's face burn an even brighter shade of red. She, herself, had been wondering if this entire episode was Master Timothy's way of telling her that she was no longer wanted. And now a stranger thought the same thing! Ariel's mind reeled with all the horrid thoughts she was having.

Once again, Ariel breathed deeply to center herself. She knew it was going to take all of her inner strength to play this thing out. And she didn't know what she'd do if she did as he commanded - and he still wouldn't open the door. How long would she wait, one part of her brain asked. The other part answered: as long as it took.

Crying now in humiliation, Ariel leaned her head forward until it touched the ground. She placed her left forefinger and middle finger in her pussy and wiggled around until she was able to put her right thumb in her asshole. Ariel's face burned with shame. How could she, a modern woman with dual degrees in English and Computer Science, demean herself like this? For a man, nonetheless! Her mother would be horrified! Yet, Ariel knew that she was living her heart's desires with Master Timothy. 

Ariel waited, crying lightly, feeling her body begin to cramp from the awkward position. So many thoughts went through her head. What if he didn't answer the door? What if she did all this and it wasn't enough? What if hotel security came and asked her to leave? What if the police came?! Ariel finally gave in to huge sobs.

After she'd cried herself, out, Ariel found peace. She held perfectly still and waited.

Finally, the door opened. Master Timothy lightly touched Ariel's head, stroking it as one would when petting one's pet. Ariel didn't move, though she longed to kiss Master Timothy's feet and thank him for teaching her humility.

"It's going to be a long night, my pet. You still fight my dominion over you."

"Yes, Master," Ariel replied with a quiver in her voice. He was right. She found it so hard to let go and simply accept that he owned her. It was always a struggle for her to change from her "work" self to her true slave self.

"You may come in."

Ariel moved forward - head still hovering just above the carpet, left fingers in her pussy, and right thumb in her ass. She'd not yet been given permission to move them. Yes, she thought, it was going to be a very long night indeed.



CHAPTER 02

After inching her way into the room - without the use of her hands - Ariel paused at her Master's feet. There was silence. What was she supposed to do now? Was he waiting for something from her? Ariel had never been this nervous before in her life. She was used to being a strong, confident woman who got things done and to whom people listened. She wasn't used to having to wonder what someone else was thinking.

"Get up," Master Timothy whispered softly. Grateful, Ariel stood up and looked into her Master's eyes, smiling. For a brief moment, surprise flickered across Ariel's face, then her eyes widened in surprise. Ariel looked at her feet and tried to figure out what to make of the look in her Master's eyes. What did this look mean? Why wasn't he talking to her? Why was her entire body flushing with embarrassment - after all, he'd seen her naked countless times. This time, though, Ariel felt not just naked - she felt exposed.

Master Timothy walked around Ariel, touching her lightly in a few places, making no comments, giving her no instructions. 

WHAP! The riding crop landed across Ariel's ass violently and with purpose. Crying out, yet disciplined enough to keep her stance, Ariel cringed in fear as her hands tightened into tight balls. Three more times the riding crop bruised her butt, leaving Ariel's eyes wide as she breathed through the pain. A pause. No sound, except that of Ariel's deep breathing. She felt no movement. Her fear built.

Ariel's face hit the wall as Master Timothy shoved her forward with his hand in the middle of her back. Instinctively, Ariel put up her hands to catch herself. 

"Drop your hands," Master Timothy growled menacingly. Scared, Ariel dropped her hands to her side, once again folding her hands up into tight balls of fear and pain. Master Timothy prodded Ariel's ankles with his shoes until her legs were so wide she risked falling over backward. He then pulled each of them out from the wall 6 inches or so. This left her upper body leaning against the wall and her ass on display, while her pussy was exposed. She knew what would happen next.

Master Timothy's hand caresses Ariel's head, causing her intense confusion. Isn't he going to whip my mound, she wondered? Ariel then felt Master Timothy's body as he leaned against her, running his hands over her arms. 

"You're so beautiful," Master Timothy whispered in Ariel's ear. "I want you."

Ariel had expected a pussy-whipping and instead received these words of lust and desire. She was confused, yet pleased. Ariel relaxed her body slightly and just barely pushed her head back against Master Timothy's shoulder, melting her entire being into his.

The instant Ariel relaxed fully, Master Timothy stepped away from her and began to use his single-tail whip on her back, buttocks, legs and arms. Ariel's reflexes caused her to put her hands behind her to stop the blows, causing her hands to be hit. Pain reminded her that she was always to keep her hands at her side unless told otherwise. 

Ariel quickly assumed the position Master Timothy had taught her many months before, while at the same time she cringed from the lashing. Crying out, begging Master Timothy to have mercy, Ariel wondered what she'd done to cause this horrible beating.

The single-tail whip continued to pummel her body, hitting her from shoulders to knees, reddening her skin and causing small bruises and a few tiny lines of blood. Then it stopped. Ariel sobbed against the wall, beat her fists against her thighs in pain, and wished she were brave enough to turn around and face Master Timothy. She gritted her teeth together as hard as she could, causing her jaws to become solid masses of hard muscle. Ariel released one yelp of anger before giving in to the fear and desolation she felt.

Without waiting for her to recover, Master Timothy flogged Ariel. His flogger was made of deer hide and had felt marvelously sensuous on Ariel before. Now, however, it was being used heavily to evenly coat Ariel's skin with red marks from her shoulders to her knees. As her skin warmed up, Master Timothy began to swing harder...and harder.

Ariel's desperation overcame her training and she put her hands on the wall. Gathering up all her courage, she spun quickly around and put her hands over her face to fend off the blows of the flogger. Master Timothy held still.

"Assume position," he said in a neutral tone of voice. No anger at all.

This made Ariel even angrier. How dare he beat her like this without good reason. If he was mad, she could understand him hitting her. But to be so calm!!! Aaahh, she cried.

Gritting her teeth, hands clenched in fists before her, Ariel angrily stared into Master Timothy's eyes, daring him with her body language. Master Timothy never broken Ariel's gaze as he moved close to her, put his hand into her hair, and jerked her back against the wall. Still staring directly into Ariel's eyes, he kicked her legs apart and pulled them slightly from the wall, causing Ariel to lean her upper back against the wall for support.

Ariel's face was a study of emotion as this transpired. She was trained well enough to not resist Master Timothy. And she knew touching him was not an option. Yet, she knew she wasn't going to put up with this! ..........Or was she? She suddenly found herself afraid of this calm, direct man to whom she'd given her allegiance many months before. Her chest crumbled inward just a bit, thrusting her hips forward even more. In the span of a few seconds, Ariel went from anger....to surprise....to fear....to sadness....to complete acceptance.

Master Timothy held on to Ariel's hair, leaning his body close to her without touching, staring deeply into her eyes. The intimidation Ariel saw their stirred up feelings of fear within her - and made her pussy instantly wet.

Slowly stepping backward, Master Timothy held Ariel's gaze as he began to move the flogger around. Showing no emotion, he landed the flogger on Ariel's exposed pussy with brute force. Ariel screamed slightly, then bit her lower lip. She closed her eyes briefly, then quickly looked again at Master Timothy. What she saw in his face was lust, dominance......and sheer pleasure. 

As the flogger continued to abuse her, Ariel realized that she was reaching her limit of pain. Yet, seeing the enjoyment Master Timothy was deriving from his treatment of her, she didn't want it to stop. She felt conflicting emotions - a desire to save herself pain, yet an even greater desire to please her Master. Ariel's body was a study in conflict, as she pulled away from the pain, while at the same time thrusting her throbbing pussy forward. 

Ariel was certain that she would either faint or cum - and knew that neither were acceptable. In desperation, she cried out, asking Master Timothy to stop, whining for him to show her mercy, begging him to give her body rest. Master Timothy simply smiled at her obvious discomfort and continued to flog Ariel, though he did so more lightly. After all, it's no fun when one person in the pair is unconscious!

After a while, Ariel lost all sense of time and place. She heard crying and begging and knew that it was her voice, yet she felt nothing. Her body was numb and she was no longer able to form reasonable thought.

When the beating stopped, Ariel slumped to the floor, then curled into fetal position. Her brain argued that she should stand up, leave this place, and never return. Her slave heart argued that Master Timothy was only exercising his right to use her in whatever way he saw fit. Both faded to background noise as the sensations began returning to Ariel's body.

Fire ran along her limbs, torturous cold and heat along her pelvis and chest. Looking at herself, Ariel was able to see only red through her tears. Red marks, red lashings, red skin, red bruises......red, red, red. She heaved huge sighs and small screams as she cried, feeling every ounce of the beating she'd just received. The only parts of Ariel's body that didn't hurt were from her knees to her feet and her neck. Her head ached with all the thoughts, emotions, feelings, and overwhelming sensations she felt.

Master Timothy stood back and calmly enjoyed the sight of Ariel struggling to ease her suffering. He knew that he'd done a good job with her - that she would be aching for the next several days and would not be able to appease her body. He also knew that she would remember this for quite some time.

"Get up," Master Timothy said quietly, nudging her with the toe of his shoe. For some reason, Ariel's mind focused at that moment on the fact that she was totally naked while he was fully dressed. In pain, embarrassed, resentful, Ariel struggled to stand. Every movement caused waves of pain to shoot through her back, down her legs, out her arms and up into her head. Nausea made its presence known and Ariel gagged once, then was able to control her stomach. She figured the last thing she needed right now was to create a mess that would have to be cleaned up.

Ariel struggled to her knees. Placing her hands on the wall, she attempted to raise her body, failing in the effort. Master Timothy grabbed a handful of Ariel's hair and pulled her to him. Opening his pants, he removed his dick and held Ariel's face just inches from it. 

"Open your mouth. Wide." Reflexively, Ariel put her mouth around Master Timothy's dick, noting as she did so that she'd complied without thought - as instinctively as an animal responds to its environment. 

"No!" Master Timothy yelled, rather loudly. "I said open!" Frightened, Ariel, removed her mouth from Master Timothy's dick and opened her mouth. Her eyes wide, Ariel wondered how much more punishment she could take. I can't afford to do anything wrong, she thought desperately.

Master Timothy frowned, obviously exerting effort. He let go of Ariel's hair and put one hand on his waist, while the other held his dick. Curiously, Ariel noticed that his dick was not very hard at all. What's going on, she wondered to herself.

Just then, a yellow stream of urine began to flow from Master Timothy's cock. At first, it came in spurts, then became longer streams. Ariel noticed that Master Timothy appeared to be controlling the liquid, keeping it from running too quickly. Gagging, Ariel closed her mouth and was immediately hit with spray in her face. She didn't close her eyes quickly enough, though to keep the urine from burning them. 

"Open!" shouted Master Timothy. And she did. Both her eyes and her mouth flew open and Ariel experienced her first golden shower - and belated dinner drink. Gagging, trying to keep her mouth open, Ariel closed her eyes to barely slits - just enough to see where the stream was. She knew without being told that she needed to swallow this stream, which meant turning her head as appropriate to catch it. Sobs came from Ariel as she tasted the bitter fluid.

My god, how can he do this to me, she thought! Why am I sitting here on my knees, letting him do this?! I must stop! Yet Ariel continued to do as she been commanded. Despite the voice telling her she was crazy, Ariel knew that she NEEDED Master Timothy - and would do anything he demanded of her. After all, hadn't she made that promise to him just the night before?

When Master Timothy stopped pissing, Ariel was choking, gagging, coughing, tears streamed from her burning eyes, and she was still weak and in pain from the previous abuse. 

Master Timothy stood back. Then he took another step back. Then another. Finally, he turned around and walked further into the hotel suite.

Ariel cried, held herself and promised herself she'd NEVER do this again. At the same time, she knew that she loved Master Timothy more at that moment than she ever had in the time they'd been together.

It took approximately 30 minutes for Ariel's tears to subside. Finally, she lay on the floor, arms around herself, knees pulled tight into her chest. While she desperately wanted the comfort that walking out the door would bring, she wanted - even more - for Master Timothy's domination of her to continue. 

Not understanding her feelings, her thoughts, her behavior, Ariel sat up. Relying on the lessons she'd been taught over the past year, Ariel got to her knees, kneeled back, then bent over to assume the same position she'd been in outside the door. Waiting, she again began to cry. 

When her sobs subsided and she felt calm, Ariel heard Master Timothy calling her.

"Ariel, come here. Come to me, my beautiful slave. Crawl to me - on your belly. Show your Master how much you love him."

The sound of his voice was like a balm to her aching spirit. Suddenly finding strength she didn't know she possessed, Ariel smiled and laid down on her belly. Pushing her head into the carpet and groveling with her body language, Ariel crawled toward Master Timothy.

Not knowing where she was going, Ariel didn't know how long it would take to reach her Master. The only thing she knew for sure is that she would crawl across the entire length of the Universe to prostrate herself at his feet and beg for him to abuse her again. Smiling desperately, Ariel found herself hoping that he'd be generous enough to allow her to suck his dick this evening. She began to list all the things she knew he enjoyed, vowing to do every single one of them in order to please him.

When Ariel reached Master Timothy, she was covered with small fibers from the carpet and had burned a few spots on her body with friction from the carpet. 

"Come, my pet. Let's see you. Up, girl." Standing, Ariel was barely able to find enough strength to hold herself upright. She tipped forward slightly, then managed to catch herself before she fell into Master Timothy's lap. Irrationally, Ariel felt like laughing, which caused her to smile.

Holding herself as straight as she could in her weakened state, Ariel pulled her shoulders back, thrust her naked breasts forward, and put her hands firmly down at her sides.




Ariel Surrenders



"Beautiful. You mark beautifully, my darling little pet. And yet, I don't see........"

Consternation showed on Master Timothy's face, causing panic in Ariel. What had she forgotten! What didn't she do! While her body held still, her face showed the desperate thoughts her mind was focusing on. 

Master Timothy stood up and walked into the bedroom. Ariel spent several seconds - each of which felt like an hour - worrying, wondering, pondering. She braced her body for more physical torture. Then she relaxed so that her body would be more pleasing. Then tensed with her thoughts. Then relaxed as Master Timothy had taught her.

Walking back into the room, Master Timothy held the single-tail whip once again. Ariel began to whimper.

"Ssshhhh," Master Timothy crooned. "This will only add to your beauty. And you do want to be beautiful for me, don't you?" Ariel noddled vigorously, while her eyes and face still showed her obvious discomfort with Master Timothy's intentions. 

"Close your eyes," Master Timothy said slowly and softly. "Lean your head back. Don't want to mark your face."

Anxiety was apparent all over Ariel's body. Tension showed in the set of her limbs, the arch in her back, the moans coming from her mouth. 

WHIP! The single-tail left its tell-tale mark on her right breast. Then another. Then a mark on her left breast. And another. And another. And another.

"Very nice. Yes, that's quite nice," Master Timothy crooned as the bruises appeared on Ariel's breasts. The single-tail continued to whip her - sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, always with great accuracy.

Ariel's breath came hard and fast. Her mind was confused with her body's response. It seemed the more Master Timothy marked her, the wetter her pussy became - and the more she craved his touch! What has come over me, she asked herself. Before she could answer, another strike of the single-tail whip took her breath away and challenged her to hold her pose.

"Ariel," Master Timothy whispered. Ariel opened her eyes and looked at him, afraid that she may be hit again any moment. What she saw astounded her! Master Timothy was standing 6 feet away from her with his arms open. His fingers were waving her to him.

Sobbing, Ariel plunged headfirst into Master Timothy's arms. His arms closed around her aching body and she cried all her heartache onto his shoulder. For long, lonely minutes, Ariel cried her upset, her pain, her confusion, her wonder.

"Stop now," Master Timothy said with a harsh voice as he stepped away from Ariel. She nearly fell forward, so fast did he depart from her, leaving her no support. Gasping, Ariel righted herself and stood straight. 

It was then - in those few minutes when she stood looking at Master Timothy, that Ariel made her decision. Without even realizing that she'd been weighing her options all evening - that she'd been seeing pros and cons all long - Ariel knew that she'd reached the turning point.

Master Timothy cocked his head to the side. "Well?" he asked. "What shall it be?" Ariel knew the question he asked. Would she stay with him after his horrid treatment of her - or walk away to find a Master who would not be so cruel.

Without a second's hesitation, Ariel walked with sure strides to where Master Timothy stood. She knelt at his feet, hands on thighs, legs spread wide. With every ounce of her body, she communicated with Master Timothy: "I am yours. Do with me what you will."

Master Timothy smiled, correctly reading her actions and intentions. Easily, slowly, he petted her head, much like a man does his dog. He smiled in complete satisfaction, knowing that he would never have to fight this battle with her again.

"Ariel, do you understand what you are pledging? This is the last time that I will ever ask you to commit yourself to me. Do you understand the implications of your answer to me this evening?" Master Timothy paused for one moment, yet making it obvious that he didn't want Ariel to answer yet.

"Do you understand the difference that exists between me and the other so-called Masters you've known? I will NOT fall in love with you. You will NOT be able to manipulate me as you have them. I will not be kind to you in hopes of earning your affection. By pledging yourself to me tonight, you give me the right to do with you as I will - physically, mentally, emotionally." 

Master Timothy squatted down in front of her, looking her deeply in the eyes. 

"Most of all, Ariel, do you understand that this is not a decision that you will ever be allowed to change?"

"Yes," answered Ariel with a sure tone in her voice. In her eyes, Master Timothy found confidence, certainty, no wavering or questioning of any sort. Master Timothy paused for a few seconds, still looking into Ariel's eyes. 

"Very well," Master Timothy said as he rose to his feet once again. 

Ariel held her position as Master Timothy made his way back into the main room. Never once did she question his movements, his motives. She felt no fear, no confusion. For the first time in her life, Ariel knew that she was owned - and that she'd never been truly owned before.

"Bring me the crop, my pretty little pet." Ariel moved to her hands and knees, found the riding crop where Master Timothy had dropped it on the floor in the entryway, picked it up in her mouth, and crawled to where Master Timothy sat in the main room. Gently, Ariel placed the crop across Master Timothy's knees.

"Turn around," were his matter-of-fact directions.

Gulping hard to hold her fear at bay, Ariel turned swiftly and positioned herself with her head to the carpet and her ass as high into the air as she could push it. Gritting her teeth, she braced for the first blow.

Master Timothy smiled as he put her hands on her ass, her pussy, her thighs. This delicious little love slave was his to do with as he willed - and what he willed was for her to cum.

Master Timothy's fingers touched all the right places on Ariel's body. Keeping her head down, Ariel began to moan and move to his touch. His fingers touching her clit felt like fire and ice at the same time. Her pussy lips clutched at his fingers, pulling him more deeply inside her. As she reached her peak, she heard Master Timothy chuckle.

"This one time, my pet, you may cum before me. And it will never happen again, so make sure you enjoy it!"

Ariel's screams of passion filled the room, wafting out into the hotel corridor. The couple who'd seen her earlier were just leaving for an evening out on the town and wondered to themselves what those sounds could be.