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The wind that rolls into the truck from the cracked window laps at your face. It makes the strands of your hair spin into a suspension. It brings a gentle chill to your body. A chill that makes you feel alive. A chill that is only countered by the intense beating of your heart that is sending warmth throughout your entire body. It is only the wind that you can hear and the only way you can feel the motion of the truck.
We are racing to a devious destination.
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I had given you an offer that I knew you could not refuse. An offer to take a new step in your evolution into the dark side of your sexuality that you wanted to explore and know. A new step that will move you closer to your limits, test your kink, and see if you really would submit. It was a one-time offer that I would only extend once.
You giggled at the suggestion of going to a BDSM club. The same giggle and nervous display that you give when you are confronted by an intrusive question or salacious thought. While your hands may try to cover your face, your deep passionate eyes shine from behind your fingers opening a window into your true intent.
You also displayed a sense of doubt and stubbornness about going to such places. You can see in my eyes that if we had been alone I would have punished you for such insolence. Yet… as we sit in the bar… in public… well your ass is safe for now.
I can see in your body language and your eyes that you would feign hesitation, but in the end you would not miss the chance to go. As I stood up from the bar, you rose with me. We linked arms and walked in stride to the awaiting carrier of your next foray into being a submissive.
Sitting in the passenger seat waiting for me to start the car, your mind raced with differing visions of what could, and would be the experience. Would this be a voyeuristic experience? Would it be a participatory one? Would it be less than what you expected?
Your thoughts are broken only by my voice. “Listen princess,” your ears perk up. “You need to behave. This will be vastly different from what you and I have done alone in the bedroom. You will be respectful at all times. You will do as your told. Any act of defiance will be punished quickly and severely.” You can see in my eyes the seriousness that I speak of. There is a burning intensity in them and a compassion that you have not seen before. It is that latter look that sends a chill throughout your body. The nervousness begins to creep in, “What have I gotten myself into?
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes” You respond, in a quiet voice that can barely mask the excited nervousness you feel.
“Put this on.” I drop a blindfold into your lap. You pick it up and can feel the softness of the fabric in your fingers. You place it upon your eyes. It is like a kiss from the shadows of your darkest desires and places your sight into its black embrace.
The truck roars to life and you can feel the power of the engine drive us forward together. I crack the window as I can see from your fidgeting that the nervousness you are having is starting to make you sweat. The coolness of the night air brings equilibrium to your body.
As we drive forward towards your next embracement of your evolution, you can feel my hand between your legs. Slowly rubbing the inside of your thighs and feeling the wetness that has formed between them. My fingers do not probe although you want them to. You want them to rub your clit and find their way — slipping — into your pussy. You even begin to squirm in your seat trying to have them accidentally slip in. You know I enjoy the feel of your pussy and how I can solicit a little whimper from you with the slightest of touches turns me on. My hand seems to know what your motives are and moves away making your squirming become even more apparent.
You feel my hand grab the top of your left thigh and push you hard back into your seat. It a shooting pain jolts your body and increases your arousal.
“You need to learn self-control.” I squeeze the top of your thigh hard. You know that will leave a bruise.
You can feel the truck slow down briefly as it turns onto a gravel road. The sounds of rocks ping against the undercarriage as we race towards our final destination. I tell you to sit up straight and place your hands in your lap.
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You have been sitting quietly in the truck for what can only seem like an eternity. You are sitting erect. Your hands folded in your lap. The wetness between your legs is still there. The sting of where I grabbed you leg still throbs reminding you about the pain.
You heard me get out and not even say a word to you when I left. You heard the muffled sounds of my feet as I walked across the gravel.
It is much cooler here. Your skin can feel a dew that would denote that we are somewhere far from civilization. You can smell the scent of the forest. We are in a remote location for sure. Just where… does it matter?
The door to the truck opens and you can feel my hands upon yours. I help you step out of the truck. Your feet seem unsteady in your heels as you stand on the gravel. You instinctively grab my hands harder. I walk you forward and tell you to stand at attention. You can hear me close the truck door and walk up behind you.
If only you could see yourself in the moonlight. It makes the softness of your skin glow with a heavenly apparition. Its milky light that shines down upon you with a grace of acceptance. You look divine.
You can feel my lips close to your ear. “I am going to place a collar on your neck. This will tell everyone inside that you are my submissive. You are only to speak when asked questions. You are not to allow anyone else to solicit, touch, fondle, or tempt you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, what do you m—” My hand pulls your hair hard and I can see your face contort with the brief moment of sharp pain it caused. You can feel a new wetness forming between your legs.
“Did you not hear what I said in the truck?”
“Yes, bu— Ungh!” I pull your hair harder this time almost taking you off of your feet. The pain is intense.
“Are you going to be problem?”
“No, Sir.” You reply grudgingly.
“Excellent. Now, you will not let anyone, except with my specific direction, solicit, touch, fondle, or tempt you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” You can feel the leather collar grace the front of your neck. I pull it tight with both hands and snap it into place on the back of your neck. It is but a simple strap around your neck. It is tight, but not too tight that it would leave a mark.
You can feel my hands run over the side of your body as I give you a kiss on the back of your neck. It starts gentle at first and builds with intensity as I end up giving you a bite.
I break our embrace and grab your hands. I guide you slowly over the gravel towards your next rendezvous with your sexual destiny.
We walk briefly until I stop us. You hear me knock upon a door. Each knock has a deep resounding echo. You hear a small door open. You cannot see but your body can sense the power behind the door. Muscles. Brawn. Unbridled strength. Raw power. A sexual energy that flows with a passionate mix of pleasure and pain; the essence of domination and submission embraces you. It enraptures you and makes your body flow with a new sexual deviousness. The wetness that started with the pulling of your hair is getting more intense.
You hear me speak in a clear commanding tone, “Si vis pacem, para bellum.”
The door, from the sound it makes it must be metal, opens and you can hear the sounds of commands, spankings, whippings, and other non-de-script noises coming from the lair that you are being led into. Your ears do pick up moans… You can smell the entangle scents of sex and pain, pleasure and punishment, dominance and submission all around you.
You walk with a sense of pride as your hand is clasped into mine. You can feel others looking at us as we stride forward and deeper into this den of sin. Your chest is out baring the tops of your breasts. You ass moves with each confident step demonstrating your empowerment; your sexuality. Your head is held high, proud to be my submissive, proud to be in my service, and proud to be willing to submit.
After a few more steps I command you to halt. I release your hands and tell you to stand at attention. You hear me walk behind you. I remove your blindfold.
The brightness of the light blinds your eyes at first and makes you squint. You almost want to hold your hands up to shield your eyes from the bright white light that shines unto the center of the room and upon you. You remember what I said in the truck. You are trying to employ self-control.
As your eyes adjust you can see what appears to be an examination table in front of you. Except for the bright light that cascades down upon you the room is dark. You know that you heard various sounds as walked into this lair. Yet it seems as if we are alone in this room… that is until you see her step into the light.
She stands tall and foreboding with the power that she commands. Her black leather bustier accentuates her curves. Her spiked leather boots that cover the tops of her knees. Her black gauntlets only serve to expose the beauty of her long red fingernails. Her black hair, long, is pulled tight into a ponytail. She commands submission even amongst you. She commands raw unbridled power that exudes confidence and respect.
Her voice is seductive and destructive when she speaks, “What have you brought us?”
“A tart.” You hear my reply.
“More like a librarian with an inner slut that is dying to come out.”
“She is a defiant brat.” You hear my voice boom from behind you. It is interesting and exciting to witness two dominates speak with each other, you think.
“Undress.” You hear the Dominatrix command you. You hesitate a bit, maybe even a fraction of a second, since your eyes are still adjusting to the bright light. You feel my hand hit you hard on your ass. It makes you step forward. I grab you by your hair and pull you back into your position of attention. Your arousal is incredibly heightened.
“I see this slut can be difficult.” How she calls you that word… it drips from her lips with disdain and sensuality combined.
You unzip your skirt and allow it to fall into a puddle at your feet. You unbutton your blouse and slide it off your shoulders until it falls onto the floor behind you. You stand at attention. Your bra, which lifts your breasts, does not match the garter belt and the stockings that you are wearing. Your skin shines bright under the light that showers and creates a puddle around you.
“Slut has an adequate body.” The Dominatrix says as she walks around you, inspecting every inch of your body. “Small tits. Small shoulders.” You feel her fingers trace over your body. Her touch makes the wetness between you legs feel as if it is going to run down them. “Firm ass.” You feel her grab it with strength. “Any weaknesses?”
You begin to respond but the pull on your hair by my hand stops you. It hurts more this time. It feels as if I am going to pull every strand out. It forces you to let out a cry. That cry seems to be eaten by the darkness that surrounds you. You notice that your nipples are erect almost painfully so from the excitement that you are feeling. You can feel the wetness is even more intense than before.
“She still needs to learn etiquette. She has a hard time following instructions, trying to negotiate her way out them. She needs to learn to submit her pride. She is inexperienced when it comes to sex… almost as if she is a virgin. She cannot entice… a real sexual release yet.” That last part stings at your pride a bit. It is like the tip of a dagger touching upon a sensitive nerve and being twisted. Who in the fuck are you? How is it my problem?
“Really?” You can see the smirk on the Dominatrix’s lips. “Not after tonight.” She takes a few steps back with strength. You can tell that she controls… everything. “The floor is yours.”
Your mind begins to wonder what it is that she was talking about. You get lost in self-reflection.
“Climb up on the table and be on all fours.” My command breaks your thought. You begin to proceed towards the table when once again I pull your hair. “You fucking tart, you forgot something!” You feel my other hand smack your ass hard. It hurts, stings, burns, and goes almost numb simultaneously.
You meek out, “yes, Sir.” I pull harder on your hair. Your face contorts and you let out a whimper. “YES, SIR!” you shout out. I let go of your hair and push you towards the table. You climb up on it and get into the position I commanded. You notice that the table is the perfect height. As I walk around you, you can see that it places you at the height of my cock if I were to undress.
Your body is bathed fully in the light. Only darkness is beyond it. You know the Dominatrix is out there in the darkness. You can hear her footsteps. Is it just us in here? Or are there more out in the darkness?
“Do you own a black bra that can at least match your garter and stockings?” I query you.
“I..” you begin to offer an explanation only to have it interrupted by a smack on your ass.
“How quickly you forget. It was not an open-ended question. You need to pay attention tart. Count to five.”
You brace your body. I can see it tense in the light. You can’t hold it forever. When you begin to relax you feel the impact of my hand upon your already burning ass. You count out, “one, Sir.” The next three follow in quick succession. They land with such strength and disregard for the redness that is upon your ass. Each one makes you move a bit on the table. Then there is a pause. It is enough time for the pain of the punishment to spread out from your ass to the rest of your body. You feel it permeate throughout. Then you feel the impact of the fifth and final spanking. My hand lands with such force that you cry out when you count. I squeeze your ass after I impact it. It sends an intensity that burns more than you have ever felt before. The pain permeates from you ass throughout your entire body.
Your breathing is deep and makes your chest rise and fall with each breath. Your face shows the contortion of pain that you are experiencing. As you look down on the table you notice the leather straps.
You feel me strap your ankles to the table. You can feel me use something that makes the table split apart where your legs are. You have no choice but to allow your legs to spread. The leather straps are tight around your ankles.
You feel me unstrap the back part of your garter belt and lift it over your ass. The imprint of the lace has transferred from where my hand landed on each spanking.
My hand grabs your pussy in a rough forceful manner that takes you by surprise. It is so wet… so very wet. I massage it a bit, allowing my fingers to rub your clit. The pleasure that the massage brings makes your muscles relax and a slight whimper be released from your lips.
As I break contact with your pussy and begin to walk in around you, my hand lightly traces the curves of your body. The bite marks, strategically placed, from a few weeks ago are only slightly there.
I am standing between your legs.
I tell you to grab your ass and spread it for me. You reply appropriately and do as you are told. It makes your face sit upon the cold steel table as you reach behind you and spread your ass cheeks. Everything that is the core of your genetic sexuality is laid bare in front of me. Everything.
You feel the cold cooling sensation of lubricant being rubbed onto your asshole. You can feel my fingers massage it and press against it. I do not penetrate your asshole with them. No, instead you feel a cold metal be inserted into your ass. It is bigger than my finger. I can see the discomfort on your face as you try to look back at me, but with your hand holding your ass apart, it slides in easily. You can feel that it is a hook. As I lay it upon your back you can feel the rope on the end of it.
I tell you to release your ass cheeks and go back on all fours. “Yes, Sir,” you reply. I pull your hair back for you and tie it in the rope. It forces you to lift you head up. You can feel that if your head hangs down the hook in your ass won’t let you. It is a weird and exhilarating sensation. Your head is literally tied to your ass.
I strap your wrists to the table. Your head, your hands, and your legs are bound.
“Keep your eyes open.”
“Yes, Sir.” You correctly answer.
The bright light that bathed your body slowly goes dim.
You are in darkness for the briefest of moments.
Where there was once darkness you can see light shine. You can see different dominants and submissives sitting and watching us. You can see some subs sitting at the feet of their masters. You can see others held by leash. Others are coddled like children sitting in the laps of their “Daddies.” The obvious is clear. We are not alone.
A spot light turns on and shines upon us. There is no warning as your feel my cock penetrate you.
The insertion takes you by surprise and makes you gasp. My hands hold your hips and I start to fuck you hard and rough. You can feel my hips slam against your ass making a smacking sound as I ram myself deep into your pussy. I continue to do this for a few minutes, rhythmically pumping away at your pussy. You let out little whimpers and quiet moans. Your hands grab onto the cold stainless steal of the examination table. Your legs, bound by the leather straps squeeze with each sensation of pleasure that you have. The pain from them squeezing your ankles intensifies with each hard thrust.
Your eyes stare out into the faces of all those watching. You cannot help but look. The hard metal hook in your ass that is tied tight to your hair will not let you. You have to watch them watch you getting fucked.
They are smiling. Some are having their submissives service them as they witness you getting fucked under the cold harsh spotlight. You can see their heads bob up and down on the laps of their dominants. Others are giving hand jobs. Some submissves are bent over watching you as their dominants fuck them from behind. There is a cacophony of moans and groans from the crowd as they watch you get fucked.
You are forced to witness yourself — through their expressions — getting fucked. You are forced to exhibit your sexuality atop a cold examination table. You are forced to witness their excitement and pleasure.
It dawns upon you that in service to me you are in service to them. It drives an excitement into you that you have never, never felt before. You want me to experience the greatest pleasure I have ever had. You want them to witness you submitting to my will and therefore giving me an orgasm that would make the world blush with excitement and envy. Now more than ever, you want me to cum.
My hands grab your hips harder than ever before. Is this it? Is he finally going to cum?
I pull out. Your pussy is agape from the sudden removal of my cock.
I untie your hair and pull the hook out of your ass. I release you from you bonds and tell you to get off of the table. You answer appropriately and do as you are told.
“On your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock, stiff and glistening with your wetness, is a mere few inches from your lips. You look up at me. Your eyes say it all.
“Go ahead.”
You bury my cock in your mouth taking it all in. When you pull your mouth off you use your hand, grabbing my cock with the just the right grip, and stroke it hard and smooth. You elicit a moan from me that you have never heard before. You can see it my face that I am close and ready. You bury my cock once again with your mouth and use your hands to push my hips deeper towards you. Your head bobs up and down.
I tense. You pause and look at me with those beautiful sparkling eyes of yours.
“Finish it.” I command, with a voice laced with ecstasy.
You bury down again on my cock and I grab your head. I want to pull you off but I cannot as you have me where I should be. I grip your hair tighter and harder than when I pulled it earlier in the evening. The pain is intense. I moan loud.
You bury your mouth deeper. You will not let me go at all. You keep your mouth on me. You can hear cheers and applause from our audience as your continue to suck on my cock.
I finally pull you off of me when I can no longer stand it any more.
I tell you to place your hands behind your back, close your eyes, and open your mouth. You can hear me stroke my cock. I tell you to stick out your tongue.
You feel the warmth of my semen land on your tongue, your cheeks, and your chin. You even feel some land upon your chest. You can hear the crowd of dominants holler and shout as I cum all over you.
I finish and tell you to open your eyes.
You sit there on your knees with your hands behind your back. You can feel my semen running down your face dripping to the floor.
The Dominatrix comes before you again. “Quite tame for this evening as far as punishments go.” She looks you over and wipes some semen that had escaped from your mouth. “Yet… quite the little cock sucker you have here. Is she worth your time?”
“Of course she is. Etiquette can easily be fixed. Discovering someone who can put on a show like that is one in a million.” I respond. You stand at attention. “She is unlike any other submissive that I have ever met. She tests me. Makes me better”
“That she is. When you are done with her… if you ever are… you should send her to me.” You can see the grin is both menacing and pleasurable upon the Dominatrix’s face.
I click a leash on your collar and tell you that you may stand. You watch me dress and straighten myself.
I grab your leash and pull you by the collar closer towards me. I tell you that I am going to show you around and you are going to witness the punishments of others.
We walk around the Dungeon to different rooms witnessing different scenes. My semen has dried on your skin. The coldness of the Dungeon keeps your nipples erect. They are sensitive to the slightest touch and painful if squeezed. The wetness from your arousal is constant throughout the night as you witness spankings, wax dripping, clamping, group use, and other devious pleasures.