I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation, or the woman. She came to me online, and told me she had enjoyed a particular story that she had read by me. We eventually got to talking and, of course, talk turned to sex.

For those of you that do not know, when I am given free reign with a woman I am very dominant. I’ve had some experience with BDSM and the like, but those are stories for another day. Her name was Bridey, and she was, as it turned out, submissive and willing to do anything that I wanted. It started as playful flirting. She teased and requested that I write a story about her. I told her that I could do her one better, and I gave her an address. I’ll just kill the suspense now and tell you that it was the address to a dungeon in the city. I told her the same thing when she asked. I must have been feeling more forward than usual, the action wasn’t like me. I didn’t regret it.

She was reluctant, but she eventually agreed. I knew that she would be signing herself over to me for the night and I didn’t want to disappoint. I had set the date for next week, so all there was to do now was wait. We kept in touch a little bit, we were both excited about the prospect, and both of us were more excited than we were letting on. I grinned as I read her e-mails to me. She seemed very eager, I found that appealing in a woman.

The week finally came to a close, and the night of Brit's big debut was finally here. I didn’t need to pack much, except for my suit. I figured I’d try and look a little nice for her today. I had instructed her on how to dress, hopefully she didn’t ignore me. I was silent as I drove down the winding roads from my rural home and into the rigid, geometric roads of the city. I didn’t even put any music on. My heart was beating faster than usual and my blood was roaring through me. I could almost swear that I heard it.

It was nightfall when I finally reached the place. Rain pelted my car and I just sat back for a moment, enjoying the melodious sound. It calmed me and I eventually felt my head clearing up a little bit. I took a breath and stepped outside, moving quickly for fear of ruining my outfit. I know the usual thing to do is to set the protagonist up to wait for his beautiful prize to step through the door. However, the real world doesn’t follow that particular cliché.

She was sitting alone in the front room. She was wearing, as I instructed, a white blouse with no bra and a black skirt, black stockings, and shoes. I know it seems customary to make them wear heels, but I never saw the point. She was a comely woman, with soft attractive features underneath her shoulder length brown hair. She had shapely legs that disappeared under her immodest skirt and good sized breasts (although I couldn’t tell you exactly what size the were.) I let my eyes roam up and down over her for a few moments more, noting that her nipples were poking out from her blouse already. I allowed a small smile to creep onto my face, trying not to appear condescending as my cock had been waiting to stand at attention since I had looked at her, and knowing the depraved acts that she would be joining me in didn’t help to keep me under control.

She noticed me as well when I began to walk over to her. I walked confidently, crossing the room slowly so that I stood before her. She stood immediately, and was perhaps a little shocked when she looked up at me. I had warned her about my being over six and a half feet tall, but apparently something gets lost in translation. She barely reached my chest. I extended my hand and clasped hers before doing anything else.

“It’s good to meet you, Brit.” I said casually, as if this were something that happened all the time. I sat down across from her and rested my elbows on the table. After a moment I motioned for her to sit. She did.

“Good to meet you, too.” She returned politely. She was more nervous than I was, and she was probably having a lot of doubts as to whether she was making the right choice here tonight. I merely grinned at her and let the thoughts and doubts slip through her mind.

“I’m not going to demean you by asking you if you know why you’re here, or any of that other pompous crap. I’m just going to ask you, one last time, if you really want this to happen. The moment that you do you’ll become mine for the night, and my attitude towards you will change drastically.” I said as I intertwined my hands on the table. The room was purposefully kept dark, and it was smoky and crowded, so I don’t think she could see the lustful glow in my eyes as I waited for her answer.

She took about a second to think about it. “Yes, I want this…” she said softly. There was anxiousness in her voice, undoubtedly. There was also eagerness. She wanted this to happen just as badly as I did. Possibly more.

I smiled again, a predatory smile that crept slowly over my face. “Good, the dungeon has been reserved for us. You’ll go down first and make yourself ready for me. Until then, sit here. I want to see if you did everything that I asked.” I said as I motioned to the chair next to me. She agreed and although I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra I immediately let my hand run over her soft breast through her blouse. I gave her nipple a little pinch, causing her to wince slightly, and I let my hand trail down her stomach. I had instructed her not to wear an panties. I laid my hand on her knee, pushing upward and inward towards her thigh. I could feel the heat from her sex on my fingertips and her legs spread to let my hand creep upwards more. My fingers felt the puffy outer lips, already slippery, and pushed deeper. I immediately slipped two fingers inside of her. She gasped and bit her lip as I pushed deep inside of her, letting her muscles clamp down on my fingers. I kept my hand inside of her and slowly slid them in and out of her.

“Good, you did as I asked.” I said. A new tone entering my voice that I recognized well, there was nothing warm in it. I was, for all intents and purposes, a machine tonight. This seems to contradict the pursuit of pleasure but I think that the surrender of it is synonymous with all the carnal sins that I liked to indulge in. “It’s good to see that I have an obedient girl, an obedient whore.”

She whimpered slightly, more in lust than in fear, and her hips were rocking against my fingers slightly as I kept sliding my fingers in and out of her.

“I’m going to lay down your rules for the night, doing whatever I say without questioning it is a given. You are to address me as sir or master, as is customary.” I looked into her eyes as I continued to bring her closer to orgasm. “Don’t complain, don’t speak unless spoken to, understand?”

She nodded, her face flushed and her mouth hanging open. “Yes…master” She almost whispered, and I felt her vaginal walls clamp down on my fingers, hard, and felt her spasming around my finger as she had a small orgasm right there. I grinned and withdrew my fingers, she mewled slightly in protest. I lifted my fingers up, slick with her. She didn’t need to be told what to do and she took my fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean while she looked at me. Her tongue played over my fingers teasingly while her eyes glazed over slightly.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth and stood up. “Follow Greg here, he’ll make you ready for me.” I said as I motioned to a surly looking black man standing in the corner. I nodded a silent thanks at him that he returned as she stood up and went to him. They disappeared around the corner quickly, and I ordered a drink. I would make her wait for perhaps ten minutes. In truth I was too anxious to wait any longer.

***

When I descended the stone steps I found her ready for me, as I expected. She had been shackled to the floor by her ankles and her arms had been tied behind her back in what must have been a strenuous position. She had been blindfolded and had a ball gag jammed into her mouth. Her clothes had been deposited somewhere, now all she wore was her black stockings. I stood directly behind her, staring at her damp sex that was thrust up at me. I could see that it had leaked down her thighs and onto the floor in places. I grinned. “My, you’re just begging for it tonight.” I said with a small smile.

I walked around her slowly, a lion looking down at his prey. I inspected her, and the various tools that hung on the walls around me, wondering what I would do. When staring down at a body that has been surrendered to you, that you have free reign with, one tends to become somewhat daunted by the task of abusing your power as creatively as possible.

I knelt down behind her, running my hand over her buttox slowly and enjoying the feel of her skin underneath my hand. Something that I had an affinity for was that ball gag, and I wanted to make her scream around it. I grinned widely as I knelt down behind her, fishing out my nine inches and mercilessly sliding it inside of her with one powerful thrust. She grunted around her ball gag as I did so, and pushed back against me. I gave her a slap to let her know to stop moving, she groaned in disappointment and stopped. I pulled out and pushed back into her slowly, lubricating myself more for what I was about to do. I pulled my slippery cock from her, much to her disappointment, and pressed the glistening head of my weapon against her anus. I began pushing up inside of her bowels, stretching her obscenely and painfully. I invaded her, and she did indeed scream. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up I pulled on her hair and pushed into her. I finally felt myself all the way in her hot, tight tunnel. The few thrusts I had enjoyed in her pussy had been very nice, but I knew my preference. I pulled out and thrust back up inside of her with the intent of causing the most pain.

She fairly screamed around her ball gag, tears streamed down her cheeks as I brutally sodomized her, my hand knotted in her hair. I’m a fairly strong man, I pride myself on it. I had no trouble supporting her upper body with my arm as I invaded her rectally. Her bowels clenched around my weapon as I slammed into her hot depths, each inward thrust causing her body to heave and her ass to jiggle in a way that I find irresistible and enticing.

I grunted slightly as I felt myself boiling over into sexual nirvana at the expense of this young woman and her dignity. I couldn’t have loved it more. I felt the sweet release as my seed erupted from me in a violent torrent up her rectum. She fairly screamed in either pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell which as every muscle in my body tightened and I held my breath.

I finally settled down, releasing her head and letting her slump down underneath me. I pulled out of her, loosing a slow flow of cum that dribbled from her anus down to her dripping sex. I grinned as I stood up. Leaving my semi-hard cock hanging from my pants. She was breathing hard now, and writhing around slightly on the floor. I moved over to her and undid her blindfold and gag. She looked anxiously up at me for a few moments before uttering “Thank you, Master” under her breath. I couldn’t help but grin slightly as I moved to undo her arm restraints. I wasn’t nearly done. I pulled up a chair that had been sitting in the corner and placed it closer to my temporary pet.

I sat down and motioned her closer. She had disobeyed an order by talking, but it wasn’t anything worth punishing for, she had said one of the only things that wouldn’t result in my punishing her further. I stared deeply into her eyes as she looked up at me and she stared back into mine. We were alone briefly in that dark, decadent world. I felt a smile creep over my face as I brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.

Looking at her naked form I immediately grew hard again, and I motioned to my tool. She seemed confused at first, when she understood she seemed reluctant.

“But you just…”

I didn’t give her any time to finish. I grabbed her by her throat and shoved her roughly onto her back. I leered over her and growled “Do not speak unless spoken to, and certainly don’t question me.” My voice had taken on a predatory rumble and my eyes gleamed fiercely. “You stay right there.”

I stood then, leaving her laying on the floor with a look of mixed fear and anticipation in her eyes. Apparently punishment was one of her favorite things as well as mine. In any case, it was going to happen. My footsteps echoed on the hard stone floor as I moved to the farthest wall, letting my fingertips play over the various instruments of pain and pleasure. I almost absent-mindedly lit some candles on the table as my eyes continued to scan my options. I grabbed a few things and headed back with everything. Including the candles.

I lay the items near the chair. She still lay on her back, looking at the many instruments with that same mixture of conflicting emotions. I merely smiled as I laid everything neatly on the floor near her.

I reached down, letting my hand run over her soft body, my rough hands traced over every feature. “I’ll bet you’d like to cum again, wouldn’t you, you little slut?” I asked idly as I gripped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it. She nodded fiercely, “Yes master”

“You shouldn’t have broken the rules set forth.” I said emotionlessly as I twisted her nipple brutally. She hissed in pain and arched her back, doing a wondrous job of keeping her hands at her sides. “I’m sorry, master.” She finally managed.

I smiled, placing the first clamp on her right nipple. She grunted slightly. I quickly grabbed the second clip and placed it on her left nipple, the flesh was pinched between the brutal metal tongs in a way that I found most enticing. I watched her writhe from the sensation even as I applied lubrication to her asshole once more. She gasped as the cool gel made contact. She gasped again as the first anal bead made its way inside of her rectum. They had always been my favorite toy. I loved watching her sphincter open and close around the hard metal ball.

“Nine more to go.” I said coolly, “Do you like the feeling, whore?” I asked her idly. She moaned loudly and passionately in response.

“God, yes, master!” She cried out. I pushed in another one and her cries got higher in pitch.

“Who do you belong to?” I said, feeling myself get lost in a frenzy of unbridled instinct. This had always been a favorite question of mine, something about hearing the answer made me become a being of pure Id. I was going into dangerous waters here.

“You master, I’m your slut and your whore and your toy!” She cried out. I arched an eyebrow…she knew how to play. I inserted three more and began rubbing her clit slightly. She moaned and writhed around even more.

I inserted the rest of the beads, leaving only the ring exposed and glared down at her. I was surprisingly still in control of my emotions to some extent. “Better, but you still need to be punished for your earlier indiscretions. Understand?” I said grimly and she nodded her compliance.

I nodded and picked up the first red candle. I had allowed sufficient time for a good amount of wax to build up. I removed the clamps quickly, the sensation of blood rushing back to her nipples caused her to moan even more…the sensation of hot wax splattering on her breasts caused her to scream. I couldn’t help but grin as I tipped the candle once more. She cried out again, tears flowed from her eyes. I always loved to see that and it encouraged me to tip the candle again. We both watched as the red droplets of wax reached nearer and nearer to her navel. She looked up at me with pleading eyes and I, with a raucous smile, dripped some of the searing hot liquid directly onto her clitoris.

She screamed quite loudly that time.

I laid the candles down, now hard as a steel pole. She was breathing heavily and panting and sobbing slightly. The dried wax caked on her cunt was sopping still. “You did well tonight, slut, it’s time now for your reward.” I said soothingly as I caressed the side of her face. She sighed slightly in relief as I stroked her. “Thank you, master…please fuck me…” Her voice was barely a whisper. I grunted and positioned myself between her opening. It was time for the real thing.

I slid into her with my weapon in one stroke. I felt like she was on fire and I knew that I must have felt like a white hot brand sliding up inside of her. I fucked her for all she was worth, her body gyrated and her arms encircled my back as the muscles bunched and tensed. I grunted like a beast as the sounds of our sex and her cries permeated the air. Her nails dug into my back as I took advantage of her for all she was worth.

“Oh God, Master!” She whispered over and over to me as I continued to slam in and out of her. I could feel the anal beads in her rectum as I mercilessly assaulted her tunnel. She contracted wildly around me as our bodies heaved and writhed together on that stone floor. There, the world melted away for us as we both descended into our own sordid world together.

I could feel myself starting to reach the edge, and I knew that she was too. “I’m gonna cum.” She said through her gasps and moans. “Good,” I said quietly, “tell me when.” I grabbed the string of anal beads and tugged slightly to let her know my meaning. She gasped loudly.

“Now! Do it now!” I grinned as I slammed myself in to the hilt, shooting my load inside of her at the same time that I pulled viciously on the beads. They flew from her ass one by one as she came, fiercely. Her back arched against me and her legs wrapped around my waist, even with the chains holding her.

We both came down, then, breathing deeply and staring at the other, laying in a messy pool and both of us an absolute mess. We both smiled at the other contentedly. I pulled from her and stood, arranging everything and trying to get freshened up. “Thank you, master.” She said after a long moment, when I was standing up and about to ascend the steps.

I nodded. “Feel free to call me any time.” I said, and flashed her a smile.

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