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Jonathan
I’d been going to Veronica’s more frequently. We did things, went out for ice cream, and even went out for candy a few times whenever she felt like it. Some night’s I slept there, and whenever I did I slept on the couch. Tonight we were playing bored games, the innocent kind, I was kicking her ass. I felt like the good friend I knew I could be to her. She’d gone miserable a few times, times when she was horny I supposed.
“I’m not your friend” she’d curse. It was cute. She’d run me home, and I’d always go. The last time she did it, I was headed for the door and she quickly ran up to me putting her body between me and the door. She’d slowly bring her arms up around my neck, pouted at me, apologised and kissed my cheek. I’d been frozen. We hadn’t been that close since her period when I picked her up. She didn’t let go of my neck. She just stood there looking at me, tempting me waiting. I didn’t budge just asked her to excuse me. She’d taken the opportunity of my open mouth and kissed me, holding the back of my head, softly kissing my bottom lips, I gave in a little then stopped her. The look on her face after that rejection made me feel like I’d done something wrong. I just couldn’t I really couldn’t. My body gave in to the familiarity, cause once you give yourself to someone their body never stops knowing your body and your body never stops knowing them. Like riding a bike, you’ll never forget how to. My lips responded my mind stopped them.
Monopoly wasn’t as fun with two people.
“Maybe we should consider playing cards instead.”
I was saying when my phone began to ring. I eased up and headed for the kitchen table. It was Sunday night and I’d brought some of the dinner mom had cooked early this morning before church for Veronica. I’d ditched the evening part to come spend time with Veronica. She’d agreed to go with me next Sunday. That was something to look forward to.
It was mom calling to find out if I was spending the night or coming home, I figured when her name came up on the screen
“Hello mom.” I answered.
“Jonny??” It wasn’t my mother’s voice, the person sounded frantic
“Yes it’s me! Everything’s ok?”
“No!! Jonny I don’t know what to do!!” I recognised the voice now as her neighbour Pat.
“What happened? Calm down.”
“No, I can’t! They’ve just rush your mother to the hospital! She collapsed in church, maybe it’s a heart attack!”
Before she was finish I’d been half way out the door Veronica on my heels. I prayed a silent prayer after telling Veronica what Pat had told me.
She kept her hand on my knee the entire drive there. I was relieved to have her with me; I felt some strength from her. I knew she was praying for me too.
On our way down to the hospital, I called Becky. Her cell rung without an answer. When we got there, Jonathan went to go try and find his mother, he’d call me as soon as he located her. I kissed him and he didn’t stop me. I tried calling Becky again; her phone went straight to voicemail again. I left her a voice message. I had been thinking; life was too short and unpredictable to live without the people you loved, to live with hate, there was too much good things to appreciate. You never knew what day might be your last. I was happy I’d agreed to go to church with Jonathan next Sunday. I wanted God to see my face from inside his worshiping place again. I’d really been a sinner; a sinner who wanted to go to heaven someday. Becky was my best friend she understood me and I use to claim I understood her. I really had over reacted. Jonny was right. It was sad to see that it took this awful circumstance for me to realise.
I would try and reach out to her again tomorrow. Maybe she’ll forgive me like I should’ve forgiven her. I have a feeling she’ll understand, she knew how I felt about girls touching me. I vaguely remembered what Bill had done to me, I blocked his number and answered Jonathan as he called, he was crying through muffled words, a nurse directed me, said he needed someone to calm him down. I headed to his rescue.
Bill Dacosta
I looked at my master piece. She was dressed in leather, head to toe, all the right body parts exposed, I put a mask over her head, one with only one hole for the nose and mouth. She wouldn’t be able to see. It was time for her to wake up. I’d been dying to get started. I put some smelling salt beneath her nose after gagging her; and watched as her body came to life. Days ago I’d transported the body harness, bought the drugs, plotted and plotted. I was going to make this work. Everything happened so perfectly. I just watched her jerking. Pulling at the chains, I could hear the muffled screams.
The ultimate submissive is one who does not have a living submissive bone in their body. The first time I met her I realised that she wasn’t a bitch, she was assertive. I could tell she didn’t take shit from people. She didn’t work for anyone. That was also a pointer. She probably didn’t like to take instructions or to be bossed around. The perfect sub has to be broken and rebuilt, taught the ways of a sub, thought to please, and taught to give up free will taught that there was no choice for you. My word is law. I was going to do this. A woman who wasn’t even attracted to me was perfect. A woman who wasn’t even attracted to men was exceptional. It was madness it was my challenge. I would have my ultimate submissive by will or by force.
Force please!
Becky looked great in leather. She had been jerking shaking for a while. I went to her ears. And in a deadly voice whispered “Shhh…”
The END
I woke up, the taste of leather in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was taking my phone out in the parking lot at the mall to call Bill to tell him I was just leaving and would call him once I was home. I remembered the black van pulling up beside me, the driver jumping out, covering my mouth, my eyes closing. And now I woke up. I couldn’t move, I was scared. I felt the warmth go down my leg as I pissed myself. I wanted to cry. My eyes were covered I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried screaming, my mouth was full. I knew what it was, it was a ball gag. I suddenly realised parts of my body weren’t covered. There was a draft. I began trembling.
A man’s voice told me to be quite. I felt like pissing myself again. I tried biting tried spitting the gag out, nothing worked; when I finally gave up I’d begin to cry. I was trapped. My crying became hysterical I could tell by my breathing and nothing else. My mind was thrown into remembering my father, him touching me in places he shouldn’t I remembered waking up finding him in my bed caressing me; remembered him raping me on my thirteenth birthday and being too afraid to say anything to anyone.
It wasn’t until I was eighteen years old that my imprisoned mind went to the police. He’d already paid my college tuition I guess that’s what kept me there. Education would’ve been my only way out, I worked harder, got a scholarship, I’d keep if I kept my grades up I knew for a fact that I wanted to go to school. My pain had been my drive and motivation. I would be free someday. I’d bared the rape for five years. Another man had never touched me. I went into psychology because of my past. And now this. Another man was going to rape me. My heart started beating fast. I blacked out.
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I strip her clothes off in quick, easy rips, peeling down her skirt from around her waist to the floor. Her knees slam together, showing obvious self-awareness of her half-nudity from her waist down. I allow her a couple seconds to feel naked and as the seconds ticked by her closed knees gradually open. I slide the glossy black buttons of her white blouse through each button hole, nipping open all the buttons until her blouse had an open passage from her neck to below her deep navel hole.
She slightly pulls her face back and I could tell she felt more naked than before. I bust open the chest of her blouse in one commanding motion and swiftly slide her stiff cotton shirt off her shoulders, the collar falls back and the slim fitting sleeves turn inside-out as I unclothed her arms. She stands there in front of me in only bra and panties and the room temperature hugs her entire naked skin. I put my mouth an inch close to hers.
“Hello, Slut,” I say.
“Hello Sir,” she responds, her voice already husky. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The rattle in her voice convinced me she is a bit nervous today.
She lungs forward to kiss my lips and I pull my head away. I scrunch my stare at her, surprised at her sudden fetch for my lips.
“You’re being a bad submissive today huh?”
Without further pleasantries, I lead her to a simple bench, two slim and flat slats of board for its legs, cushioned black leather upholsters its top. She doesn’t fight. She’s learned to trust me by now.
I bend her over the black leather seat and quickly secure her wrists and ankles in place with the wispy leather straps. A thicker strap goes firmly over her back, holding her tightly in place. I hear her breath. By the time I’ve cinched everything tight she can barely even wriggle. Her breathing has quickened. I can almost smell her anticipation. I run one hand down her back, then stand and walk to the rack on my brick wall.
The rack on the wall is made of bronze wrought iron and is where I keep all my toys. The dungeon is a private one, and my collection is pretty extensive. There is a wide variety of instruments for causing pain, and just as many for giving pleasure. It’s one of these that I select – a Hitachi vibrator.
I pluck it from the wall and settle it between Dania’s legs, the tip up against her crotch. She moans in anticipation, even before I switch the device on. I let her anticipation swell her heart for ten long seconds before I press on the power button. When I do her whole body tightens within its bonds.
A low muffled buzz comes from the device and it vibrates hard in my grip. A shiver runs through her from head to toe. I adjust the vibration from high to medium. It buzzes a volume lower than before but the echo still swallows us in my hollow dungeon below the earth’s surface.
I leave the Hitachi in place and select the stainless steel pinwheel . .
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He asked me to stand in front of him while he remained seated on the bed. He unbuckled my heels and removed them one at a time. He puts his hands up my skirt but above my panties, grabbed onto my thick waist and then tightly slid his hand around to the small of my back. He glided his hands down to my ample ass. His hands caressing all over the most private parts of my body felt like all I wanted, all I desired, he massaged with authority as if he owned me.
He then cupped a substantial amount of the curve that creased on the underside of both my ass cheeks in each of his palms. The underside of my ass felt sensitive to his touch and I jerked a bit. He felt my body jerk and groped on to them firmly, squeezing the right cheek tighter than he did the left. He had a seriously strict stare at me with no smiles but again he looked pleased beneath it all.
He removed his hand off my right cheek and grabbed on to the left with both hands and began kneading my ass firmly. Massaging my ass and biting teasingly above my ass, making sure the edges of his teeth gave me a nip. He bit his way down to the dimple in my ass cheek. He lightly used the nail of his thumb to make a soft line down the crack of my ass. My whole body melted inside. I lost my breath and he heard my breathing short. He swirled his tongue close to my crack then bit on the under-curb of my ass and tugged on it with his sharp teeth then shoved two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them willingly.
He pulled his fingers off my tongue and ran his hand down my smooth thick thighs down to my knees. I could feel the streak of each finger pressing into my thighs as his fingers slid down the meat of my thighs. He removed his hand from under my skirt and did nothing. Just stared up at me and electric tingles from anticipation danced beneath my skin. After a moment he began unzipping my skirt slowly at the side.
He shoved his hand under my blouse and groped on my busty breast through my bra all the while looking directly into my eyes as he got lewd and sexual. He slowly released my boobs, ran his hand down my mid-rift and held on to the hem of blouse. I raised both hands above my head and he gently pulled my top over my head and stopped with it mid way my hands in the air. He kissed into my deep belly button, a wet kiss with a generous amount of his soft moist tongue. He stiffened his tongue and slither the tip of his tongue from the hole of my navel up my stomach to my bra. He bit on my nipple through the bra. I gasped breathily and . . .
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