Meeting of the Minds

Part One: The Introduction

He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he became, and the better his plan at abducting her developed.

He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the entrance of Curves. Her bi-weekly one hour work-out with her best friend Beth.

He knew which brand of feminine hygiene products she used; and, what her weekly routine was. Including how many times a week she masturbated.

He pulled a pair of dark blue satin panties from his pocket, still moist from last night, smelling the pleasure she gave herself. She sleeps like a baby, never even being disturbed when he slips in and out of her bedroom window.

Visuals of her naked body laid spread eagle and secured with silk scarves stirs his cock into expanding. Writhing and begging for what he intends on giving her. When he decides she deserves it.

The scent of her wafting in his nares only making his excitement intensifying with each stroke of her moist panties up and down his thick shaft. He leans back into the leather loveseat, letting his legs part as he relaxes into the fluffy cushions. His mind releases and lets the fantasy begin.

Picturing her below him, sheets wet between her legs from her pussy juices responding to his standing above her, cock in hand, slowly stroking it. Dominant voice almost commanding her to answer in her typical obedient tone and reply.

“You want me to let you taste this cock, don’t you my love?”

“Oh, Yes Master!” she exclaims excitedly.

“This baby sluts mouth is craving your cream filled cock!”

Shifting his six feet two inch frame above her body. Perfectly patterned hair and a happiness trail down his torso. Spreading his legs as he sits astride her hips, squeezing a few drops of precum onto the round mushroom cock head. Bending forward letting the drops fall onto her red luscious full bottom lip.

“You are not to taste that until you have my permission. Is that understood My Pet?"

She opens her mouth to speak, the drop of precum sweet on her wanting lip.

“Yes Sir, I won’t taste it with out awaiting your permission.”

"Good Girl."

Two words that seared her soul.

Straddling her upper body, he leans his massive size forward, and rubs the head of his cock, against her bottom lip, smearing his precum and leaving more than what he removed.

“You may lick my cock once baby slut, only once, so you better get the best taste you can.”

Moans through a pink tipped tongue spreading out flat against growing fat head, sugary sweet precum dances over taste buds. She savors the taste when she pulls her tongue back in her mouth and roams it over teeth and palate, flavor sensations being imprinted in her memory.

Her body arching up against his as he continues to ride her.

“You like to be my puppy slut don’t you my sweet whore?” A statement more than a question.

He shoves his cock deep into her wanton mouth. He pushes past her gag reflex, seeing the tears in her eyes as his broad girth stretches that tight throat hole of hers. Slippery precum lubricates his shaft making the push forward easier to adjust to.

She submissively takes his entirety, nuzzling her chin and nose against his pubic bone. The soft fur surrounding the base of his cock neatly trimmed but still tickling her face.

He explodes his semen in jets spraying her face, neck, cleavage and hair. He rubs the love seed into her skin, as if it was lotion. She smiles up at him.

He moves off of her body, and begins to walk around the bedroom, gathering items from dressers and nightstands. Wicked glimmers of dark thoughts as he contemplates what to do with her vulnerable young body.

He sets the items down on the edge of the bed. He then removes a blindfold and places it over her eyes.

He begins to pace back and forth, letting off steam, his deranged anxiety getting the best of him. Glancing quickly at his prize, his reward, what he worked and planned for months was finally in fruition.

She was His prisoner, His slave girl! Maniacal laughs out loud as he thinks to himself. She is Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Without realizing it Micheal released his orgasm in the air, shooting over the back of the love seat and onto the carpeted floor. He stood up abruptly, cursing out loud, searching for a towel to wipe up his pent up release.

“Bitch!” He hisses it.

He uses a handi- wipe to pick up the cold cum on the carpet.

Another reason he is going to have his way with that hot body once he captures her. The plan has to be perfect in order for it to work. He still had some loose ends to tie up before initiating the sequence of events that will bring her home to him.

Ariele decided to walk to the store today, the sun was shining and it felt good on her bare skinned back. Her breasts bounced softly under the halter tops that she made last year with her daughters. She was thrilled they were still in style.

Her long silky hair was in braids, and she tossed them behind her as she walked down the street and into the alley to take the short cut to the Munchkin Market at the end of the street at the corner. She didn’t see or hear the van behind her until the screeching of brakes was upon her.

She felt herself being pulled backwards, an arm around her neck, one around her waist, her heart was beating erratically. She opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly ball gagged and silenced. She tried to kick and scratch, but her legs and arms were being tied and bound. They slipped a burlap bag over her head.

“If you fight me, you will only make this harder on yourself.” His menacing voice sent chills down her spine. She slid down the van wall after being tossed against it, she then heard the sliding door slam.

“Ok, we got her, let’s get out of here now. Boss is going to want her as soon as possible.” His voice was flat.

All he had on his mind was the bonus he would be receiving tonight for the special delivery. He had worked for Micheal for many years, but today, was the oddest request thus far. He would do anything for him, so he never questioned his actions.

Micheal sat at his desk and looked at his watch, knowing that if all went well today his package would be delivered soon. All the preparations from the past few months have been put to task.

Her room was ready, with all the necessities, including stocks, a cage and the wall has been adapted to her specific measurements. He smiled to himself, wondering how long it will take her to succumb to the role she was born to play.

His.

The van parked in front of the mansion. She was led into the library. Hands tied behind her back, feet bound with rope, gagged, mascara streaked down her face. Her difficulty walking became worse with each step.

An intoxicating fragrance stimulated her senses. He walked around her body, studying every inch of her. She could feel his heated gaze, sending flames through out her.

Why, she wondered, could any person under these circumstances have this effect on her body. Chuckles are heard, as if he was reading her mind.

“Are you afraid My Little Pet?”

Quivering whimpers are her only reply. She tries hard to displace the silk rope that is binding her wrists together.

He places his hands around her neck and removes the ball gag, then removes her blindfold.

“I am only going to do this if you promise not to yell. You won’t yell now will you my sweet treat?” Again, more of a statement rather than a question.

She shakes her head back and forth.

Relief washes over her face as the blindfold is removed and her eyes adjust to the lighting of the room. Her hands shake behind her as her nerves begin to let go, and the reality of the situation dawns on her.

 

She looks up at this handsome man who abducted her.

“My family will be looking for me, they will call the police.”

Arrogant tones, “I’ve already thought of everything my dear.” He holds up a tape recording of her new voice message on her answering machine.

“Hi, this is Ariele, I’m out and about for a week of fun and frolic, leave a message and I will get back to you. I’ll send you a postcard from Mexico.”

Defiant glares at him, stomping her foot pointlessly. “How did you do that? How dare you copy and record my voice!”

Blue eyes darken a shade, then fear creeps up her cheeks and spreads across her face as his looks go from tolerant to incensed.

Dark gray bordering on smoke filled looks glare at her as then he leans forward and almost hisses in her ear.

“I will do what ever I want to you, when ever I want to. Is that understood?” Emphasis on what and when.

Steps back and raises an arched brow at her when not hearing a comment or reply. A swift spank of his hand across her backside.

“Capice’?”

A stuttered reply from her lips. “Ya yes.”

Another hard smack across her globe shaped cheeks.

“Yes What?”

Confused looks at him, not knowing how he wants her to address him.

His eyes cold and uncaring.

“Sir, I want you to call me Sir.”

Dominating manner. “ And I won’t tell you again.” Emphasis on won’t.

“Sir, Yes Sir.” She says begrudgingly.

He realizes that training her will take some time; though, by the looks of her and the way she handles herself, getting to know her by watching her for the past few months. He knew that all of his patience will be greatly rewarded.

“One Sir per answer is enough.”

His arm raises over her delectable curves, but instead of spanking her again, he rubs his semi calloused hand in big circles, taking the sting out of her flesh.

She whimpers in response to his caring actions.

Her body begins to relax after feeling his soothing touches. Her eyes remain on him, feeling small next to his tall strong build, once again he leans in towards and whispers in her ear.

“It’s a dance, a tango of sorts, which we will learn together.”

He reaches out and places both of his hands on her hips. Leans into her petite frame; and, looks deeply into her eyes and says in a very erotic tone.

“My sweet peach, you and I will become very close.”

He looks intently upon her small five feet four inch frame before stepping back, once again undressing her with his penetrating gaze. His feelings for her contained.

A blush appears up and down her body, feeling heated by his lustful looks. Her eyes swollen from crying, streaks of tears still damp on her cheeks.

His hand sweeps the side of her cheek, wiping the tears off her face and then stroking a cheek with his thumb. He then speaks to her in calm even tones.

“I am not here to hurt you. You are here for training.” A pregnant pause,

“Training to be Mine.”

 

Part Two: Training

Ariele is dizzy under his lewd stares, she lets her breath out slowly, feeling the ground underneath her move slightly. Intake of hot breath, she almost trips leaning to far to the left.

He catches her in his strong embrace, and holds her body close to his for a few moments before lowering himself down and untying the leather straps that bind her ankles together. Demure sounds form a sentence.

“Thank you, Sir.”

His eyes light up momentarily giving his true feelings for her away, but she wasn’t paying attention to the wide eyed puppy dog looks.

“You‘re welcome.” Was his only reply.

He began circling around her body again, his riding crop drawing up between the crack of her butt, and around each nipple, causing them to become erect and wanting attention.

Unconsciously she has had a fantasy about being a love slave for years, but never had the guts to seek out a real experience. Some how what she thought would happen, and what was really about to happen were a very different scenario in her mind.

Every nerve on her body was responding to his every touch. Whether it be with his bare well manicured fingertips or the end of the black leather riding crop. Her body was igniting, with embers burning in her pussy, dripping on her white cotton panties.

Soft moans escape her lips. She looks at him desperately. “ Please, Sir, what ever you do, please don’t hurt me! I have children, I have family. I have friends that love me!”

Once again he leans in her lithe body, letting his nose take in her scent.

“Ariele, all of your friends are aware of this little journey that you and I are going to travel together. Starting now!”

His tones boom in her body, and before she knows what’s happening, his lips press firmly against hers. His mouth opening over her welcoming mouth, his tongue probing out, seeking the sweetness of her tongue. Suckling on it, both tongues swirl and dance together as moment pass.

Fires exchanging and igniting within his loins and hers, both of them feeling the spark of electricity between them. Flickers burning hotter now for both of them.

Not knowing that each of them are on the same page, the flirting begins.

She spreads her legs trying to balance her stance, having her arms still tied behind her, with pleading looks she asks him.

“Please Sir, I promise not to try and runaway, but can you please loosen or unbind my wrists?”

Ariele turns her body around, to let him see how red her wrists are getting. He almost screams and startles her.

“Sam!”

A man the size of a mountain comes bailing in the room.

“Yes Boss?”

“Why are her wrists red?” Angry looks at Sam. “Did I not specifically request she not be hurt?”

Micheal looks at his employee with a disappointed expression.

“Yes Boss, you did.”

“Then why is she hurting?”

“Get the ice, and a something to wrap up her wrists with. On second thought, bring me two ace bandages?”

Ariele was relieved when she heard him speak so concerned for her welfare.

Sam came back into the room, offered Micheal the crushed ice packs and two pink ace bandages as he had requested.

“You may be excused until further notice Sam, and I am very displeased by the way her wrists look. I am holding you accountable for them.”

“Yes, Boss Sir.”

Sam leaves the day room. Off to take care of his masters requests of the day.

Micheal takes Arieles’ hand and guides her to sit on a divan. He places both of her hands on his lap. She stares at him, taking him in. Wondering what kind of man is he, one that can be both a fierce kidnapper and a kind gentle man.

Her interests for him grew immediately as she watched him tend to her sore wrists. Just his warm touch and gentle massaging of tigers balm made them feel better.

His eyes meet hers while he wraps each wrist. Tenderly and patiently placing the ice over her small wrist, and then bandaging each one slowly, making sure it wasn’t wrapped too tightly. Following the instructions of how to wrap a limb on the back of the package.

She laid back against the divan, and then he looked at her, intent on reading her thoughts, and realizing that she was too comfortable, she needed to be taught still that he was the one in control.

He pulls her to a stand and takes her down several stairs and stone hallways, to a door that was locked tight when they stood in front of it.

“ This is the dungeon.”

“ This will be your new home.”

Shocked looks of disbelief standing outside the room, she had no idea that on the other side of the door was her dream room, with every thing she had ever desired.

He had gone to some lengths and spent an unmentionable amount of money making sure that every one of her sexual desires will be satiated in the next coming weeks.

“I am not afraid.” She states adamantly.

“No need to be, for you will be at peace once I have this door open.” He pried the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door bolted open after the lock was released.

Inside is a queen size captains bed, the drawers under the mattress all filled with sexy lingerie from Victoria Secrets. All of her favorite dress up outfits being replaced, silk stockings galore, garter belts, corsets, heels, teddies, baby doll jammies, and a drawer full of sex toys.

Night stands on each side of the four poster captains bed. Huge posters, that with the right equipment can be used for hours and hours of teasing pleasure. Wicked grins as he thinks of what he will do to her. A swing hangs above the bed.

He takes her hand and leads her into the vast room. Lighting candles to shed light in the darkness. Inside was not at all what she had expected. Instead was this beautiful boudoir that was full of sensual gifts and erotic torture devices.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the hot tub in the corner. She turned her head to look at him, a smile creeping on his face quickly disappears when their eyes meet.

A narrowed glare at her, as he surveys her body in one long hungry state.

Realizing that he has waited long enough to get what he wants. He reaches for her wrists, removing the bandages and ice, inspecting them to make sure she can endure hours of bondage.

“I see your hands have recovered Little One.”

“Yes Sir, they feel much better. Thank you.”

He gently guides her to the wall. He removes her silk blouse, and unhooks the lace bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it into a hamper in the far left corner of the stone room.

Once her wrists were secured with fur lined leather straps attached to the wall. He unzipped her short black leather skirt, and slid it down over her hips, and down at her feet. He lifted one foot at a time to guide her out of the waist of her skirt. He then tossed the skirt in the same bin as her blouse. He knew he had picked out several outfits for her, that he had purchased at Katherines’ Boutiques, her favorite clothing shop.

Ariele stood there and listened to her inner voice arguing internally.

“I can’t believe you are letting this guy do this stuff to you. Are you freakin’ nuts?”

“I can’t believe how excited I get with butterflies and everything when he kisses me.”

Always the conundrum, ambivalent feelings.

The feeling was soothing to her skin at first as he secured her feet the same way as her wrists, with leather straps lined with fur.

He gently stroked up her legs, from ankles to thighs, to right between her legs at her wet sex. Looking up at her he asks her.

“Tell me about how you are going to make a nice little cock whore for me?”

The question vibrated in her loins, instead of being horribly insulted she was dangerously excited. She was beginning to entertain ideas of intimacy with this man.

“You will become my nasty little whore; and, I, I will become your Master.”

She moans out softly.

“Yes Sir, I want to be your willing little cock slut.”

The words came out before she realized what she just said. And strangely she wasn’t surprised. This attractive man was starting to turn her on.

Micheal reaches out and traces the swell of her breasts with his fingers after he rises from securing her ankles to the wall. He looks directly into her blue eyes.

“I will make you my cock whore, and you will learn to worship like a good little cock slut.” Then a pregnant pause.

“Do you understand this Ariele?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers lace in her hair, looking into your eyes, his breath hot over her parted mouth.

“You want to be my cock whore, don’t you My Sweet Pet?”

His fingers feel between her legs to the secret place that assures him what she is really feeling… Intensity.

She shakes her head back and forth quickly a few times.

He chuckles. “Your body betrays you Little One.”

A smile creeps up on his face, she notices the change in his eyes immediately and is thrilled to see a tender softer side to him albeit briefly. His fingers probe her wet slit, she closes her eyes and moans out.

He knows at that instant she is his, he has to prove it to her now.

Lustful looks at her, lengthy ravenous gazes, his crisp blue eyes penetrating her soul. She can almost hear his masculine tones reverberating in her soul.

“You are mine!”

Micheal knew he had to have her soon, but he didn’t want to give her cock until she begged for it first. He had to know she was his before he blessed her with his love and gift of Domination.

Slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, setting it to the side, looking down into her wide eyes. Unbuttoning and unzipping his Calvin Kline jeans, slowly sliding them down off his hips and kicking them aside, he stood there dressed in black silk boxers, his hard cock evident under the fabric. His eyes never leaving hers, maintaining that piercing intent look.

He leans into her body, pressing his manhood against her thighs.

He hisses in her ear. “You have to ask for it little cock whore of mine.”

She shivers, his hot breath against her neck, the sounds of his words like a spark of flame spreading through her body igniting burning embers in her loins. Her breathless reply is but a whimper.

His fingers tweaked at each one of her taut pinkish nipples, tugging and twisting them between his forefinger and thumb. His left hand moved down her flat belly, over her mound, to her wet inviting slit.

Micheal stood inches from her, stroking his cock in his right hand, squeezing and pinching the head at the end of every stroke.

She could hear him pleasuring himself in front of her. This excited her greatly. More heat seared through her.

He rubbed his fat head against her moistness, twirling the mushroom around her clit in counter clockwise circles.

She sucks in a breath and almost purrs out.

“Cock Sir.”

Laughter is heard. A tug of her hair, pulling her head back, piercing stares into her bedroom blue eyes.

“You will have to do better than that.”

A hard slap is felt on the side of her thigh, burning red now.

“Cock Sir, I need your cock, please let me taste it. I need to have it in my mouth Sir.”

She surprised herself with the genuine whine. She wondered where this was coming from inside her.

He awakened a surreptitious passion in her.

For many years now she had fantasized about giving herself completely to a man.

She wondered if this man standing in front of her, stroking his sex, could he be the one?

Her daydreams stopped abruptly as she felt another smack against her ass cheek.

“Ouch! Hey! That hurt!” She glared at him.

He shut her up by pressing his mouth over hers, terminating her words. Broke the kiss to slap the side of her leg very hard, leaving a welt.

“Do not ever glare at me again,” a deep breath “ And do not ever show me defiance or attitude.”

A gentler tone. “Do you understand little one?”

A fingertip curls under her chin, lifting it closer to his face, his deep gaze pierces her. Glimpses of a smile, then a full mouth kiss, deep, forceful, intent on owning her.

His index finger and thumbs reach up to each brown pinkish nipple, rolling them around, as the kiss intensifies.

His broad hairy leg pressed between her legs, still bound and tied to the wall. He pinched her nipples hard, holding firmly onto them.

“I asked you a question!” Starting with a stern I, with emphasis on you, and then finishing in a softer tone.

Fearful looks up at him. “Yes Sir, I understand,” quivering voice in reply.

“Good girl.” He releases the grip on her taut nipples.

She breathes a sigh of relief, having with stood enough pain thus far.

 

Part Three: The Long Tease

The dungeon is cool this time of evening. The windows are opened to receive the inviting fragrance of jasmine which grows wild in bushes under the window boxes.

Just enough moonlight peers through the windows illuminating the shimmer of her body scantily clad in black lace garter belt and matching silk stockings.

Ariele lays blindfolded, spread eagle on the four poster bed, tied with silk scarves. Her breasts are bound with pretty purple silk rope, only enough to increase stimulation to them. Nipple clamps are applied and connected to a long light weight silver chain.

The chain is attached to a leash, which is held in Micheals tight grasp as he sits in the burgundy leather with his left leg crossed over his right knee. He is considering the list of things he plans on doing to her tonight.

Sensual teases with a long tipped red feather, massage with raspberry kiss kama sutra oil, probing her tight sweet asshole with anal beads, teasing her endlessly with a clit stimulator.

He wonders if she remembers the agreement they made years ago about making their fantasies becoming realities.

Micheal gets up off the claw foot winged back chair and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens the silk scarves that secure her ankles.

He reaches for a long red tipped feather. He chuckles under his breath as he begins to stroke the silk stockings covering her legs, from feet to mid thigh. Taking his time, curling the tip in every contour and curve of her leg.

He smiles as he watches her body respond to him accordingly to his plan. Goose bumps appear on Ariele flesh, the red tipped feather tickling her skin soothingly.

Even though her wrists are bound and she is unable to move her hands, she still feels like she can touch him, with a word, with a movement, with a sigh or a moan. She knows their bond is growing.

His fingers touch lightly against her thigh as he flicks the garter strap releasing the stocking in both front and back of each leg. Then he rolls the silk stocking slowly down each leg, making a trail of kisses that follow from her thigh all the way down to her toes.

He kisses the top of each toe, suckling each one for a moment. He tosses the stockings on the floor next to the bed, he may decide to use them later when tying her up in another position.

He picks up the bottle of love oil that he purchased at her favorite adult store Erotic Boutique. It’s has been soaking in hot water for an hour or so now. He then opens it, holds the bottle to her nose, so she recognizes the familiar scent of fresh picked raspberries.

He pours the warm oil in the palm of his hand, rubbing them together before placing them both on her left foot. One at a time with a strong but tender touch, he massages her feet.

Ariele moaned out in pure pleasure. “Oh” and then, “ Oh, god that feels so good.” She purred the word good.

She thinks she died and went to heaven. His strong manly hands alleviating any tension she had about him with each tender massage to her feet. He can feel his warm hands permeating her smooth skin, over both her ankles and up the back of her athletic calves.

Deep resonating male tones. “You like this when I touch you My Pet?

“Oh Yes Sir, I do, very much so.” She replies to him sincerely.

Micheal continues to work his way past her ankles, finding the tender spots on each calf, then using both hand with each thigh, lifting her legs in his strong grasp and kneading her firm flesh.

She moans out softly as his hands continue to work their magic on her muscles.

He holds her feet to his face, and sucks her greater left toe into his mouth, nursing on it like it was a nipple feeding him sweet breast milk.

He methodically nurses and suckles on each one of her toes. The sweet taste of the kama sutra oil on his tongue. He licks his way up to the inside of her thigh.

His breath hot on her shaved mound, talking to her as if her hot cunt was her mouth.

“Now my sweet peach, you are going to moan and beg for me, yes My Cherished Pet?” His voice so smooth, so sexy, hearing those words made her instantly hot.

“Yes Sir,” pleading cries, “Sir, I need your hot mouth on my wanting cunt so badly, please I beg you to taste me Sir.” The words need and beg prominently expressed.

Instead of kissing her sweet cunt he pinched each nipple, knowing the blood supply to her sensitive dime size nipples is being cut off from the silk roping. He knew by her reaction that it was pleasurable. She whimpers.

He tugs on the leash that is attached to her nipple clamps. He moves to the other side of the captains bed and sits next to her. Picking up and holding above her hot dripping candle.

She feels something fall upon her clamped nipple. It was warm and soothing.

“More please Sir,” a whine more than a whimper this time.

He drizzles more drops onto both nipples. Leaving a red wax droplet trail from one pinkish tan erect nipple to the other. A few droplets on her peach size areolas.

The smell of black cherry wafts in the room mixing with the raspberry kiss scent. The scent of him, the scent of her perfume, mingling of the fresh fruit scents was erotically intoxicating for them both.

“You are such a good little candle slut, you will be rewarded for your obedience My Pet.”

His hand reaches down and fingers her slit, moist and ready for any intrusion. Two fingers thrusting in and out of her inviting cunt forcefully.

She moans out loud into the cool night air, the power of her breath swaying the candles, causing the flickers to dance.

He hisses at her. “You have to ask for it little cock whore!”

“Oh God, more, please give me cock Sir, I need your cock Sir.”

He laughs at her. “You will have to learn to do much better than that my sweet treat.”

He puts the candle away, and blows it out. He dips his fingers in the glass of ice water and retrieves an ice cube. He sets it on a nipple, holding it there for moments, and then moving to the next nipple. Alternating every two to three minutes. Her nipples become numb with in 5 minutes. Then he removes the nipples clamps.

He lowers his hot mouth onto a rigid cold nipple, and bites down on it, hard, then suckles it hungrily, receiving a nourishing drink. The heat of his mouth melts the cold numbness away leaving throbbing overly sensitive nipples.

She screams out in pleasure from the suckling, her let down reflex flowing in, her toes curling. She can feel the milk rushing into his desirous mouth.

He drinks his treat, his cock throbbing from the erotic nature of his thirst. He must stay in control though. He has to prove to her that she is His. He raises his head and looks at her thoughtfully.

“My Cock is what you crave, right my little cum slut?”

She replies with excited tones, hoping that soon she will get what her mind, body and soul crave most, his super thick man meat. Her mouth begins to drool.

“Oh yes Sir, your cock is what my mouth wants more than anything.”

He straddles her chest, pushing the bound tits together, sliding his rock hard cock in between the gateway to her ravenous mouth. His hands lace through her hair, grasping a handful of it.

“Suck it you little cock whore!”

His demanding tones shock her. He tugs on her hair roughly. Just a minute ago he was being so tender with his touches and gestures, and now his darker side is coming out. Should she fear him again?

Her mouth opens wide to take in the fat mushroom head, not much more than his head will fit in any woman’s mouth. He thinks to himself it is the curse of having a large dick.

Micheal pushes his large cock head deep into her mouth, approaching the opening of her throat. He can feel her tight throat muscles clamping down on his girth, as he pushes past her gag reflex. He lets her throat get used to his thickness by stopping and then moving forward. His hands caress her silky locks.

“That’s a good little cock sucker baby, keep going, keep taking my rock hard rod into your mouth.”

He knows that he needs to pull out soon or she will pass out from lack of oxygen.

He pulls out quickly, and watches as she takes in a huge breath of air. He removes her blindfold and wipes the tears from her eyes.

His mouth lowers over hers and he kisses her tenderly at first, then passionately, yanking her hair, jerking her head back, and placing a passionate kiss on her mouth.

He raises his head over her face, looks deep into her eyes. Then he sets his plump cock head against her bottom lip.

Smacking her lips with his cock. Fat purple head against red ruby lips. He wanted a camera to take a picture. He leans his body far to left and opened the drawer to the nightstand retrieving a digital camera. He places the head of his cock against her sultry lips, leaning back a bit to capture the perfect angle, making sure her fuck me eyes were centered properly. He clicks the snap shot button.

Ariele looked up at him with her best bedroom eyes and cover girl smiles. Feeling the heat of his man meat against her puffy just got fucked looked mouth, she moaned out to him. She opened her mouth wide just as she heard him click the picture.

“You’re going to be my cover girl slut now aren’t you Princess?”

Her pussy twitching at the thought of him taking pornographic pictures of her.

“Yes Sir, I will do anything that you ask.” She replies to him submissively.

Micheal walks around the bed snapping pictures of her at every angle. Close up shots of her wanton cunt and perky asshole will become screen savers for him later.

With her best fuck me looks at him Ariele whimpers and pleads. “ Sir, please Sir, please let me taste your cock. I desire your cock, I need it with all that I am Sir. ”

She wonders where this obedience is coming from with in her, and realizes that he makes her pussy sizzle, and she wants his cock and is willing to do what ever she needs to get it. Her mission to suck and fuck has begun.

He smirks at her, she wants cock, she will get it. He rings a bell, summoning in Sam, his trusted employee.

He unties her wrists, making sure that there is no damage done to her.

“Get on your hands and knees my little cock starved whore,” pauses “and await your destiny.”

She rubs her wrists, looking up at him intently, wondering what plans he has for her. Her pussy tingles in anticipation as she waits for his next instruction.

Part Four: For An Eternity

Sam walks into the dungeon, the cool night air hits his face. He doesn’t know why he is called down to see Micheal.

“Yes Boss?”

Micheal looks over at his prize, almost naked, hands and knees on the bed. He strokes her ass and her exposed cunt.

“Isn’t this the prettiest pussy you have ever seen?”

Embarrassed looks at him. “Uh, yes Boss.” His big thick dark dick twitches in his jeans as he watches Micheal petting her pretty playboy pussy. He looks at her hungrily.

“What are you are waiting for, I want you to fuck her. She is a greedy needy little cock slut, and I want to reward her for her good behavior.”

He runs his fingers through her silky hair petting her while he watches Sam disrobe. He never knew how big his dick was until now, he had his ideas, but the thick hard rod that stood at attention was a bit intimidating, even for him.

“You are going to show me what a good little fuck toy you are, aren’t you my cherished Pet?” then he asks, “You will take all the cock I give you, won’t you my sweet treat?”

Sam walks towards Ariele as she waits patiently on hands knees on the bed. The silk Japanese style roping still decorating her vivacious body. He holds his large hand over her ass, and looks up at Micheal for permission to continue. Micheal nods, and he caresses her soft round ass cheeks.

“Yes Sir, this hungry whore will take all the cock you give me.”

She turns her head to look at Sam, eyes widen when she catches a glimpse of his over large milk chocolate thick member. She gulps and swallows then turns her head to face Him.

He reads her mind, smiles tenderly at her. “You did just tell me you would be a good cock slut, yes?” Then in a sterner voice he asks. “You will honor your words, yes?” He tugs on her hair as he looks down at her.

Earnest looks up at him, “ Yes Sir, I will do as you say.”

He responds by caressing her cheek. Tender looks into her eyes.

Sam looks at her cleanly shaven pussy, wet from teasing, her butterfly lips are open as if to invite him for a taste.

He stands behind her and strokes his rock hard member with one hand as the other hand pets her pussy.

Ariele feels his large fingers groping her, surprised that she was so willing to let a stranger touch her that intimately. Her internal dialogue argues. I’m a slut, I can’t believe I am letting this man touch me this way.

Then the other side speaks to her. I’m a slut! Yes! I am a slut! I celebrate being His cock slut, His cock whore, His baby slut, His nasty slut, His cum slut, His fuck toy.

The thoughts made her cunt twitch and spread heat through out her. Her eyes dilate, her heart begins to beat faster as she begins to realize her destiny in this mans life.

She looks up at Micheal lovingly, happy that he has released this neediness with in her.

He looks down at her with knowing looks, then turns his attentions to Sam and his assignment to fuck his soon to be wife.

Sam slides the head of his cock up and down her moist glossy pink slit. Pops his cock head right into her tight little fuck hole.

Micheal continues to run his fingers through Arieles’ auburn hair, soothing tones as he watches Sams body movements, knowing he has penetrated her, and knowing the girth of his shaft might be too much for her to take.

“That’s a girl my sweet, take all the cock, relax that pussy of yours, concentrate on my voice, concentrate on me.”

“Yes Sir.” Was all she could say, she was doing her best to accommodate the massive penis that was invading her wanting cunt.

Sam pushed his big dark cock into Arieles’ tight soaked pussy, closing his eyes enjoying living a fantasy he has had for many months. He would never tell Micheal that he lusted over his fiancée. As he fucked her he thought how ecstatic he was to be Micheals employee and the perks that were included in the job.

Ariele screamed out as he forced his mass into her tight pussy. It was a pleasurable pain as he moved in and out of her. Her cunt responded, adapting to his thrusts, relaxing her pussy more and more with each thrust.

“Good girl, now I am going to reward you for your good behavior.”

Micheal continued to stroke silky strands of hair, then grabs a fistful of her, placing the plump mushroom head of his cock onto her bottom lip, sliding it back and forth across her full mouth.

Ariele moans out in pleasure, and with pleading eyes opens her wanton lips, needing to have her mouth stuffed full of his rock hard cock.

Reading her mind he says softly. “No, not yet my pet, you must wait until I feed it to you.”

Her eyes blink, the look on her face almost pained as she feels Sams cock driving deeper inside her, filling up her soaked tight cunt. He grunts and thrusts into her, ramming his thick rod in and out of her.

He hands Sam the black anal beads. “ You know what to do with these.”

Sam, wanting to please his boss and himself as well, takes them and presses the smallest one against Ariele tight puckered cherry asshole. Spitting on it to lubricate the ball so that it goes in smoothly.

He repeats these steps until every last anal bead is secure in her tight ass, he tugs at the end of the chain and releases the last one, only to press it firmly back into her fixed ass again.

Micheal knew this was the perfect time to give her what he knew she needed. He pressed his cock head into her mouth.

“Suck it my sweet princess.” His tones commanding.

Obediently she obeys, opening her mouth wider for him, suckling on him like a newborn baby, hungry for mothers milk. She looks at him with her fuck me eyes as he feeds her, pushing and forcing his cock down her throat stretching it wider.

Sam continues to hammer her honey sweet pussy, the scent of her sweetness wafting in the air. His huge balls smack against her clit, as his hips pound against wet cunt.

Micheal thrusts his hips against her face, holding her head steady, intense passionate looks down at her, force feeding her what he knows she craves. His cock throbbing in her tight throat, almost cutting off her oxygen supply.

He removes his prick from her mouth, long enough for her to catch her breath, only to shove it back in. Pounding her face like it was a pussy, needing to release his satisfaction, but holding onto it until she begs. He pulls out of her mouth.

“Give me cock, make me your dirty nasty slut, oh please Sir, please let me taste your hot cum, I need it so badly, my mouth yearns for your fulfillment!”

He hears her moans and cries for sustenance from him, and she knows with out a doubt this is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

He thrusts his love meat down her throat and releases his passion into it. Removing it as he continues his orgasm and sprays her face with creamy hot cum.

“That’s a good little cum slut, drink all of my seed, keep your mouth wide open so I can feed what I know you hunger most for.”

Ariele felt him unload into her throat, the hot seedy semen spewed down it and she swallowed the cum greedily. She sucked his fat mushroom head as he pulled out, not wanting to let go.

Sam hears Micheals moan putting him over the edge, he grabs Arieles’ curvy hips and with one last arching thrust he rams his cock into her depths, releasing pulsating sperm into her tight slippery pussy.

He pulls the string of anal beads out of her ass, watching them pop out of her, releasing one at a time. He tosses the beads onto the bed.

Ariele moans out in unbridled passion, her body shaking from being fucked at both ends at once.

Her pussy and ass throb missing Sams gifts inside her.

The smell of sex and body heat fills the air.

Sam pulls his long limp dick out of her, rubbing the excess cum onto her ass in small circles with his plump purplish head. Smalls beads of sweat glistens at his brow, he wipes it off with the back of his hand. Arieles’ body was moist from perspiration, her ass arched in the air shimmering in the light.

Sam bends over to retrieve his dark denim jeans off the floor. He stands and begins to put them on.

Micheal walks over and pats him on the back, “Thanks Sam, I owe you one.”

“Wasn’t that the sweetest piece of ass you have ever had?”

"Yes Boss." Flustered, he doesn't know what else to say.

Sam, finished with gathering his personal belongings leaves the dungeon. Closing the door behind him.

Micheal turns and looks at Ariele, still on her hands and knees, her body glistening in the candle lit dungeon.

He walks over to her, lightly cups her chin his hand, holding his cock head to her lower lip, smearing her with a light gloss of cum.

“Did you enjoy that my sweet peach?” He asks her in tender tones.

“Oh Yes Sir!” The look in her eyes was all he needed to see.

“Good girl.”

Her pussy tingling immediately warming to those two little words.

He says to her with compassionate loving tones. “It pleases me to hear you say that kitten.”

He opens a jewelry box, and places the leather braided heart locked choker around her neck. “You are mine, born to serve me, created to compliment me in every way.”

Ariele fingers the necklace, knowing in her heart of hearts that she was destined to kneel at Micheals feet for an eternity.

Her smiles reflect the elation she feels knowing she is His.

Micheal picks her up, sweeps her into his arms and carries her upstairs into his bedroom. He lays her on the bed, and covers her with a black satin sheet.

He joins her on the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, spooning her, the gentle sound of her slumber lulling him to sleep.

He closes his eyes and he goes over the days events. He hopes that he has fulfilled this fantasy for her the night before their wedding. The last thing he hears before going to sleep is her mumbling.

“I love you, thank you for fulfilling yet another one of my fantasies.”