****** Sapphire by Jennistoy ******
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Sapphire


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I sat up in bed, my heart pounding, my pulse racing and the nightmare still
running the gambit of my emotions. What was that noise? I looked around my room
wildly. I could see nothing in the dark room. The shadows that softened the
various shapes seemed to dance in front of my eyes and the harder I looked the
harder it seemed to focus on anything. I grabbed my bedside statue. It was of a
cock and balls made out of marble. I gripped the base, my fingers tightly
hanging on to the stone balls and listened. The room seemed silent, almost too
much so. I took a deep breath and tried to listen over the beating of my heart.

I swiveled my head around the room, waiting. There was nothing, I was sure of
it. As I started to relax, a body flung itself at me and knocked me off the
bed. I tumbled head over heels, scraping my shoulder on the rug and almost
knocking the statue out of my hand. In my struggling I took a swing with the
cock and heard it connect. Suddenly I was pinned to the floor under a big body.
I squirmed my way out from under it and ran over to the light switch. I flicked
on the light and found myself standing naked over a big man in black with a
marble cock in my hand. There was a small lump on his temple and for a second I
thought he was dead. But as I was beginning to panic, I saw his back rise and
fall. Oh thank God. I really didn't want to explain to the cops how I had
killed a guy with a marble dildo.

I flipped the guy over and cuffed his hands and feet. What the hell was this
guy doing in my house? Irritated I grabbed his cuffed feet and slid him over
the smooth wood floors into the playroom. Once there I hooked him to a chain
and hung him upside down from the ceiling. Thank God for the invention of
pulleys. When his head was level with my chest I got a pack of ice and attached
it to his head with an ace bandage. Then I removed his clothes with a pair of
scissors. Nice body I thought. I plopped down on a straight chair, lit a
cigarette and waited. While I waited, I wondered when he would wake up. I
didn't know the first thing about bumps on the head so I went and got my first
aid book. Check the eyes and call 911 it said. Fat chance, this guy was gonna
answer some questions before I called the cops, if I bothered to call the cops.
It didn't take long and he was starting to come around. When he opened his
eyes, they were a startling sapphire blue. It was a nice contrast to the black
hair that topped off his head and lightly dusted his body.

"What the hell? Who are you? What am I doing upside down? Why does my head
hurt?" He asked all of these in a volume that increased with each question till
the very last one where he grimaced and clutched at the ice pack. I stayed well
away from him and remarked.

"Comfortable?" At the negative shake of his head, which caused more moaning, I
continued, "Good. I don't want you comfortable. You mind telling me what you're
doing in my house? Why you saw fit to break in here and tackle me to the floor.
Don't tell me you were planning on raping me, I don't believe that for a
second.You owe me an explication or I might just take advantage of a pretty
young guy in my house."

He hung there for a second and I stood up and looked at him. He smirked and
said,

"Lady, you DO know you are naked don't you?" I glanced down, so I was. I
shrugged and said,

"So are you, what is your point?" He squawked as I strolled off to go get a
robe. When I came back and sat down on the chair he was still grumbling. "So,
you gonna tell me or do I have to get rough?"

He remained silent and I stood and walked over and showed him a paddle with
studs in it. Of course the other side was smooth, but he didn't need to know
that. I dropped him down a bit and took a swing at his ass. He screamed as
though I had branded him.

"You bitch! That fucking hurt!"

"Oh shut up you big puss. It's just a paddle. I have little bitty women who
barely even notice it."

He subsided into silence again so I brought those pretty little studs in his
line of vision again and smacked him with the smooth side three times. Thwack,
thwack, thwack. He started twisting around and hollering. I leaned over and
informed him that if he didn't shut up I would gag him and it would be pretty
hard to talk and explain things to me through that gag. Which meant more
punishment and pretty soon, he'd be dead. He glared at me and said,

"Fine, let me down and I'll tell you."

"What, you think I am stupid? This is not blonde hair that adorns my head. I'll
turn you right side up, but that is it." He nodded. I clipped his hands to
another pulley and slowly lowered him down till he was on the floor. He got up
and tried to charge me so I cranked on the chain so that it pulled him tight
and he was standing on his tiptoes. He glared at me, while I strolled around
the room and exited to get a pop. When I came back in, I settled my self in the
chair, lit a cigarette and waited patiently. When it became apparent I wasn't
going to get an answer; I stubbed out my smoke, stood up and showed the paddle
to him again. He watched for a second before saying,

"Wait!"I stopped, paddle raised in the air and said,

"Yes?"

"It's a frat thing. One of the guys said he heard of you, and even knew where
you lived and dared me to come in and get one of your whips, which I would have
sent back to you. This went all wrong, you weren't supposed to wake up and I
panicked and was afraid I was going to be here all night if I didn't tie you
up. I figured I could tie you loose enough for you to get out of in a couple of
hours and maybe even get a picture of you and get the whip and get out, no harm
done.But then you hit me in the head, by the way, what was it you hit me with?"
I showed him the statue. "Damn, no wonder my head hurts. "

I stared at him for second before exploding,

"You're fucking kidding me! This is a fraternity prank? A "little kid, I have
nothing better to do then break into someone's house, scare the shit out of
them and steal" prank?" I slammed around the room, picking up a whip and
lashing the floor with it. He flinched at each crack. I started flicking at the
different paraphernalia I hung on the walls. They all came crashing down.

"You sorry ass piece of shit! What the hell, you think I am going to forgive
and forget? Do you think you can violate someone in that way and not have to
pay? At least in what I do I have the person's consent." I stopped, my chest
heaving, I wasn't nearly as angry as I appeared. I wanted him to fear me, to be
abjectly sorry and utterly penitent. I was going to break this beautiful young
man and wait till he came back to me, which I was sure, he would do.

I grabbed the paddle from the table and began to paddle his ass with it. He
swore and cried out. I ignored his pleas and soon I noticed him leaning back
into the paddle. There were tears coursing down his cheeks and dripping onto
the light mat of hair on his chest. His cock was erect and throbbing, there was
pre-cum coating the tip and dripping down the shaft. I reached under his balls
and tugged down on the loose skin. He cried out, arching into my hand. His body
was quivering and shaking. I was pleased with his reaction to the paddling.

I raised his chin and he looked me in the eye, the tears overflowing. There
seemed to be no resistance to me whatsoever. I thought it was a bit soon for
him to be breaking, but then again, why was he here really.

"What is your name?" He flinched away from me; I shrugged and grabbed his
wallet. I opened it up, and flipped to his driver's license. "Lance Hawthorne.
Well Lance that is a very distinguished name, shame it is wasted on a worm like
you." He flinched again. I gently rubbed his face, smoothing the tears into the
soft space between his eyes and the rough of his beard. At first he shied away
from my hand, but then sighed and leaned into it.

"So Lance, tell me why you are here, instead of another frat member." At first
he hung his head and then softly started to speak.

"It turned me on."

"What did Lance?"

"The thought of what you do." I have always thought leather was sexy, and when
my frat brother was talking about this, I got a hard on. Just the thought of
handling a whip that had been used on a submissive, touching a dildo that had
been inside someone. I almost lost it at that thought. I wanted to walk around
and explore the territory."

"You want to be a submissive?"

"No! I want to punish others; I want to hear their cries of mercy, to feel
their skin burning under my hand. I have spanked my girlfriends, tied them up
and had my way. I loved it."

"Umhmm," I moaned in his ear, while I reached out and with one finger, stroked
the tip of his cock. "This is why you are so hard, so wet, so ready to plunge
that tiny little excuse for a cock into what is offered." His breath escaped
his lungs all in a whoosh. I smiled and continued.

"What about a dildo up your ass?" I felt his cock jump under my fingers. "How
about if I tie up those balls and hang weights from them and whip them." Again,
another jump. "Seems to me that you desire some woman to take that control from
you, to use your body against you, to fuck your mind, your body and your soul."
My breath caressed his ear and neck, sending shivers down his spine. "It seems
to me that you want to bend your knees and offer yourself on the table for
sacrifice for the pleasure of others." A sob escaped him. His tears flowed more
freely. Slowly he shook his head, half-heartedly fighting against my will and
his desires. I chuckled.

"Lance, you are mine, do you understand that? You are mine to abuse, share or
covet, as only I desire. I can ignore you, stick you away on a shelf where you
starve to be touched and cry out to please, I can give you the privilege of
serving me, but never allowing you a release. I can gift you with orgasms with
others, but never with me or I can make you into my pet, my favorite to share
my bed every night. It all depends on you and how much you impress me." Lance
sobbed louder, his blue eyes never leaving my green ones and he slowly nodded.

I reached down and rolled his balls in my hand. Slowly I started tightening my
grip, and he gasped. I looked him in the eye and smiled slowly. He started to
whimper and tried to pull away, which only make it worse.Finally I released
him, his head sagged like his now soft cock, but as I watched, both rose and
faced me again. I nodded and looped a cuff around his balls and I pulled it
tight. I attached weights to the cuff and then attached clips to the balls
themselves. To the clips I added weight so they pinched the taunt skin and
pulled it as well.

Lance moaned at each new addition. I didn't say a word, but watched as his cock
jumped at each touch, each new thing to his balls. His pre-cum was leaking out.
I reached up and cleaned his tip with my finger and coated his lips with it,
forcing his mouth open and having him clean it with no words spoken. He sucked
at my finger like a babe to a bottle. I smiled at his eagerness to please.

"Tell me Lance, what is it you need?"

"You, I need you, I need to serve, to be humiliated, to please you in anyway
you see fit. I need to be used. I need you to use me." He fell silent.

"What do you get out of this Lance?"

"The joy of serving you, the ability to gaze at you, to pleasure you, to make
you happy to bring you joy and passion. What you ask of me I will do, because
you ask it."

I watched him for a second, walked to the phone, and made a call. Idly I swung
my foot, moving Lance's balls, causing them to hit his thighs. He only seemed
to grow harder with the abuse. I watched him while I lit another cigarette
after hanging up the phone.

"Please mistress, allow me to pleasure you, I desire to taste you, to hear you
cry out when I give you ultimate pleasure."

I smacked his balls with my feet and retorted sharply

"Quiet, you pleasure me now. Know that everything I do, or have you do, gives
me pleasure. Take what I give you in silence, and you will be eventually
rewarded." He fell silent, but his eyes pleaded with me. I strode to the door
of the room; glancing out over the dawn lit hallway. I heard a door slam and
the bellow for coffee echoed through the house.Sam strode into the room
grumbling to me,

" What the hell do you think you are doing, it's 6:30 in the morning. Oh," he
said drawing up short. "What do we have here?"

"Sam, meet Lance. He was kind enough to let me catch him last night after he
broke into my house and I have staked claim on him." Sam walked over to Lance
to inspect him. He is an imposing figure, long black hair, full beard down to
his breastbone, a leather vest stretched over his massive chest and chaps rode
on his hips. He smelled of the wind and of summer.

Sam had to bend a bit to admire my handiwork. He grunted and then turned to me,
uttering one word,

"Coffee."

"You know where it is you big lug, go brew it your self. You are the only
reason I keep any around as it is." He leaned over and kissed my cheek as he
brushed past me. His beard tickled my neck and I chuckled.

Lance had been very open eyed and seemed to be very nervous. I slowly caressed
his chest, pulling and twisting his nipples. He moaned and arched his body
toward mine. I lightly smacked his balls and caressed the tip of his cock. He
moaned some more and tried to push against my hand. I grinned delighted with
his reaction.

Sam came back in with another chair in hand. He set his coffee cup down on it
and walked over to Lance. He unhooked him from his chains and Lance sagged to
the floor. Sam showed him how to sit back on his heels with is ass cheeks
spread and his hands behind his head. Lance sat his chest out, looking me
proudly in the eye. Sam pointed to Lance's eyes and directed them to the floor.
Then Sam sat down next to me and sipped his coffee.

I strolled to the cabinet and took out a 7" dildo that was about 3" around.
Then I grabbed a bottle of lube. Both I dumped between his widespread thighs.
He jumped when they hit the floor, but didn't move. I allowed him to look over
the dildo and to absorb where that was going to go. What he didn't know was
that he was going to do it to himself in front of us.

"Pick up the dildo," I commanded. Slowly Lance reached out and picked it up. He
held it gingerly. "Suck it." He looked up at me and I smacked his balls with my
foot. He whimpered and slowly started to suck on the latex cock. "Suck it the
way you like yours done. " Lance started running his tongue and teeth over the
cock. He drew it deep into his mouth and slowly drew it out again. Sam shifted
next to me. I shot him a glance and asked if he wanted that same treatment.

"If you are offering, yes, I can always use a blowjob." Sam, like most Doms, is
Bi-sexual. He pulled out his cock and I reached over and caressed the tip
before motioning Lance over to suck it. Lance didn't hesitate; he brought his
mouth over Sam's cock. It didn't take long for Sam to shoot his load down
Lance's eager throat. Lance sucked him off, cleaning any trace of cum off of
Sam's cock.

I had him fetch the lube and dildo, and then turn around and I lubed his ass
up. He was tight. I slapped his already sore ass and asked,

"You ever been fucked in your ass before Lance?" He shook his head negatively.
"You ever wanted to be?" There was hesitation before he nodded is accent. I
dribbled lube over his asshole and worked it in, first with one finger, then
two. He started to relax and started pushing back against my fingers. Then I
passed the dildo and lube to Sam and asked him to prepare it. He did so; his
eyes lingering on the puckered hole I was finger fucking.

I handed the dildo to Lance, pulled my fingers out and told him to fuck himself
with the dildo. He didn't hesitate at all, merely started pushing it inside his
ass. Soon he had it in past the tip, then two inches, three, four, then all 7.
The fake cock was buried deep in his ass and the balls were all that was left
outside. He started to move it, pulling it almost all the way out, slamming it
back in.He was starting to get carried away and I put a stop to it. Sam roughly
grabbed him and ripped the dildo out. Lance gasped and tried to get away, but
Sam impaled him on his cock.

"Fuck it, " was all that Sam said. Lance started moving against Sam, and soon
his passion was building again. Sam pulled out and came on Lance's face. Lance
scooped it all up and then went back to his original position. I leaned forward
and removed all the apparatus from his balls. He gasped in pain; the sensations
were flowing in to his numb body parts. I then instructed him to jack off and
eat his cum. He wasted no time and even incorporated the dildo back into his
ass. Once he came, I pointed him to the shower and told him to bathe. He left
the room and I gathered up clothes for him.

Sam watched me with out comment and when I finally turned and faced him. He
softly said,

"Nothing for you?"

I shook my head mutely and then explained my reasoning,

"I want him to come back to me, because he wants what I can give him, not just
because he can get laid." Sam nodded wisely and stood up, kissing my
cheeks.When Lance was done with his shower I threw sweats and a T-shirt at him
along with his cut up clothes, and told him to get out. I gave him a leather
whip with my name embossed on it. He stumbled out the door with tears in his
eyes.

Sam left and I returned back to bed.

A couple of days later I was frequenting one of my favorite toy stores and
examining a new dildo that came out when I happened to glance over and saw
Lance; he was buying butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, various cheap whips and
paddles. I slipped behind a pole and watched silently as he also picked through
movies with bondage themes.

I strolled past him and brushed his shoulder passing him in the isle. I picked
up a whip, which was not nearly as nice as the one I gave him slung it over my
shoulder anyway and headed for the check out line. While I stood waiting my
turn, I was able to watch him in the mirror over the door. He approached me
several times, but would back off when he got within 5 or 6 feet. He stood
crying softly as I strolled out of the shop.

I arrived home and started to wonder if I had done the right thing in letting
him go so early.I should have kept him for the whole weekend. I strolled
upstairs and took a bath. Right when I was getting out, I heard a TV click on.
I smiled to myself, guessing it was Sam, waiting for me to get ready to go out
that night. I came out of my room, and saw a naked bundle of flesh sitting
beside Sam on the floor. I looked at that back, the curve of the buttocks, the
dildo sticking out of the anus and the balls hanging low. The face was buried
in the carpet. I looked at Sam with a puzzled look and he muttered he found it
on the back step.

Just then the face raised and I found myself staring into shimmering sapphire
eyes. I smiled, patted Lance on the head and tweaked his dildo, and went back
into my room, planning what I would do to the poor boy at the club tonight.

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