Willing Victim
by DarkStalker1 -- http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com
Who am I? Who is this person that I’ve transformed into since coming here? It’s certain that I’m no longer the innocent girl who began writing an article on ‘abnormal’ sexual relationships at the behest of her editor on the regional paper. Nor am I the naive teen that knocked at the heavy door of said editor’s residence on the outskirts of said region having been invited to discuss the progress of said article. Her laughter as she read the piece burned into my consciousness and I demanded that she explain herself. Who did she think she was to judge what I’d written? Who was she to tell me, as she then did, that I needed to do more research? Now, two long weeks later, I lie here docilely as she bends me to her will and prepares me for her pleasure, her voice a soft whisper of gentle reassurance in my ears.
The polished tabletop on which I lie is cool against my bare flesh and yet I burn inside. I hear her moving about the room but I keep my eyes tightly shut as she has ordered, unwilling to face the consequences of any noncompliance on my part, afraid that she will deem me unworthy of her attention.
Suddenly she is there, taking my wrists in her hands and swiftly binding them together, the ropes embracing my flesh tightly. Another rope binds my elbows, pulling my shoulders closer together and thrusting my breasts forward so that they press firmly against the tabletop.
I groan at the severity of the binding but otherwise remain silent, accepting the tight restriction of my arms and shamelessly savouring the sensations being generated throughout my body. My breasts are a tingle as my hot blood courses through them, the nipples that crown them swell and harden, pressing against the hard surface of the table and then...
Her hands gently caress my buttocks, stroking the sensitive skin.
I thrust upwards and press the globes of my ass against her palms and hear her chuckle softly as I do so. Her hands withdraw and I feel a momentary disappointment before one of her palms impacts with a resounding slap and an accompanying explosion of stinging pain.
Her hands return to their caressing of my ass for a moment, soothing away the burning sensation of her smack before sliding along the length of my thighs and calves. Then her fingers close around my slender ankles and she’s spreading my legs apart and bending them until calves touch thighs. She crosses my ankles and loops more rope about them, pulling it tight and then winding the rope in a cinch between my ankles to pull the bondage even tighter and finally takes the loose ends and pulls until she can thread the rope between the bindings that wrap my wrists... a hogtie! She pulls on the rope, dragging my ankles closer to my wrists. My arms are pulled taut and still she pulls until my fingers brush against the soles of my feet. Because of the way she’s crossed my ankles when tying them my thighs have spread wider apart as the hogtie grew tighter.
I can feel a throbbing need in my pussy and she obviously knows it as she now slips two fingers inside me. I squirm as her digits delve deep, cry out in pleasure as her nails scrape against my inner walls and then sigh with frustration as she pulls them from me. She grasps one of my braids and pulls back sharply, raising and twisting my head around so that I gasp audibly. And then her fingers are in my mouth, slick with my juices, sweet with the flavour of my arousal.
I can’t help myself! My tongue embraces her fingers and I suck greedily, drawing my stolen sap back from her wriggling digits. I’m actually disappointed when she pulls her fingers from my mouth but I’m also excited because it seems obvious that she’s ready to move to the next stage of this delicious torment.
I hear her moving again, walking around the table until she’s beside me to the right. I turn my head towards her but remember to keep my eyes closed tight.
Her fingers touch my shoulders and then slide down my arms until they reach the ropes that bind my elbows. She pulls at the binding and I groan with pain. Immediately she cuts through the cords, lessening the stricture of my bondage by a small degree but with no reduction in its efficacy. My arms are still stretched tight by the hogtie, the natural inclination for my legs to straighten themselves from their bent position pulling at the rope so that I am effectively adding to the tautness of my own arms.
Now both her hands are on my left shoulder and she’s pulling me towards herself, lifting my left side from the tabletop and tilting me back in her direction until I’m lying on my side. If I felt vulnerable before it’s nothing to how exposed I know I now am. Both of my breasts are now fully accessible to her whilst my pussy feels more blatantly open to the elements than ever before.
She’s moving again, this time to the head of the table.
I hear a soft metallic click that I recognise as the sound of a buckle. Is she undressing? I struggle to remember what she was wearing before she ordered me to close my eyes but I can’t bring anything to my mind other than my own vulnerability.
For a few moments the room falls eerily silent but then there’s a shuffling sound before my braid is tugged again and my head is pulled back. Something nudges against my lips and I obediently part them. I’m expecting a gag but this is something else. It’s thick and long with a bulbous end that stretches my jaw wide to accept it.
‘Get it good and wet!’ she orders me. ‘It will make it easier on you in a few minutes!’
A fresh thrill of excitement sweeps through me as I realise that the metallic noise from a few minutes ago was the donning of a strap-on by my mistress.
My mistress...!
With a jolt I realise how I just thought of her! It’s the first time I haven’t thought of her as my lover! And then another realisation sends a thrill of combined exhilaration and fear throughout me!
It’s obvious that my pussy is lubricating quite adequately, I can feel the dampness on my right thigh where the natural gravitational flow is directing the trickling stream of my juices. Therefore there is only one place she can be intending to insert this implement once I have prepared it!
She knows me better than I know myself it seems! Once again I hear her gentle laughter as I avidly suck on the tool of my impending anal plundering. Pulling the tool from my mouth she bends over me and kisses me, inserting her tongue where the plastic member had just been.
I sigh as she breaks contact and then squeal in surprise as a rubber ball is forced behind my teeth. A moment later and I am thoroughly gagged. The ball virtually fills my mouth and I can feel and smell the pad of leather that seals it there as she buckles the strap behind my head. Another moment passes and then I feel her caressing my left breast, her fingertips stroking over the sensitive skin, tracing a spiral pattern in towards my nipple which is standing proud, still fully engorged with blood and aching with desire. I choke back a scream as she closes finger and thumb together, squeezing the overly-responsive tissue with a vicious authority and then twisting my nipple in her grasp. Tears of pain run freely as she continues to torture me in this way and then it’s over... my nipple still throbs painfully but she no longer has hold of it.
As my mind begins to re-assert a semblance of normalcy to my thoughts I am amazed to feel that the trickle of juices I detected before has become a virtual flood.
How has she done this to me? How did she know that I would react this way to everything she’s exposed me to over the past fortnight? And what does she have in store for me next?
As if she’s been reading my thoughts I suddenly feel her presence again and remember that we haven’t actually completed her agenda for today.
Her fingers seek out the valley that separates my ass cheeks and spreads the crevasse wider and then I feel the hardness pushing against my anus, still slick with my saliva, pressing harder and harder in an effort to breach the tight, puckered opening.
‘Just relax!’ she says simply, and I do so with a quiet whimper as she presses forward again and I feel myself opening up to receive her...!
by DarkStalker1 -- http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com
Who am I? Who is this person that I’ve transformed into since coming here? It’s certain that I’m no longer the innocent girl who began writing an article on ‘abnormal’ sexual relationships at the behest of her editor on the regional paper. Nor am I the naive teen that knocked at the heavy door of said editor’s residence on the outskirts of said region having been invited to discuss the progress of said article. Her laughter as she read the piece burned into my consciousness and I demanded that she explain herself. Who did she think she was to judge what I’d written? Who was she to tell me, as she then did, that I needed to do more research? Now, two long weeks later, I lie here docilely as she bends me to her will and prepares me for her pleasure, her voice a soft whisper of gentle reassurance in my ears.
The polished tabletop on which I lie is cool against my bare flesh and yet I burn inside. I hear her moving about the room but I keep my eyes tightly shut as she has ordered, unwilling to face the consequences of any noncompliance on my part, afraid that she will deem me unworthy of her attention.
Suddenly she is there, taking my wrists in her hands and swiftly binding them together, the ropes embracing my flesh tightly. Another rope binds my elbows, pulling my shoulders closer together and thrusting my breasts forward so that they press firmly against the tabletop.
I groan at the severity of the binding but otherwise remain silent, accepting the tight restriction of my arms and shamelessly savouring the sensations being generated throughout my body. My breasts are a tingle as my hot blood courses through them, the nipples that crown them swell and harden, pressing against the hard surface of the table and then...
Her hands gently caress my buttocks, stroking the sensitive skin.
I thrust upwards and press the globes of my ass against her palms and hear her chuckle softly as I do so. Her hands withdraw and I feel a momentary disappointment before one of her palms impacts with a resounding slap and an accompanying explosion of stinging pain.
Her hands return to their caressing of my ass for a moment, soothing away the burning sensation of her smack before sliding along the length of my thighs and calves. Then her fingers close around my slender ankles and she’s spreading my legs apart and bending them until calves touch thighs. She crosses my ankles and loops more rope about them, pulling it tight and then winding the rope in a cinch between my ankles to pull the bondage even tighter and finally takes the loose ends and pulls until she can thread the rope between the bindings that wrap my wrists... a hogtie! She pulls on the rope, dragging my ankles closer to my wrists. My arms are pulled taut and still she pulls until my fingers brush against the soles of my feet. Because of the way she’s crossed my ankles when tying them my thighs have spread wider apart as the hogtie grew tighter.
I can feel a throbbing need in my pussy and she obviously knows it as she now slips two fingers inside me. I squirm as her digits delve deep, cry out in pleasure as her nails scrape against my inner walls and then sigh with frustration as she pulls them from me. She grasps one of my braids and pulls back sharply, raising and twisting my head around so that I gasp audibly. And then her fingers are in my mouth, slick with my juices, sweet with the flavour of my arousal.
I can’t help myself! My tongue embraces her fingers and I suck greedily, drawing my stolen sap back from her wriggling digits. I’m actually disappointed when she pulls her fingers from my mouth but I’m also excited because it seems obvious that she’s ready to move to the next stage of this delicious torment.
I hear her moving again, walking around the table until she’s beside me to the right. I turn my head towards her but remember to keep my eyes closed tight.
Her fingers touch my shoulders and then slide down my arms until they reach the ropes that bind my elbows. She pulls at the binding and I groan with pain. Immediately she cuts through the cords, lessening the stricture of my bondage by a small degree but with no reduction in its efficacy. My arms are still stretched tight by the hogtie, the natural inclination for my legs to straighten themselves from their bent position pulling at the rope so that I am effectively adding to the tautness of my own arms.
Now both her hands are on my left shoulder and she’s pulling me towards herself, lifting my left side from the tabletop and tilting me back in her direction until I’m lying on my side. If I felt vulnerable before it’s nothing to how exposed I know I now am. Both of my breasts are now fully accessible to her whilst my pussy feels more blatantly open to the elements than ever before.
She’s moving again, this time to the head of the table.
I hear a soft metallic click that I recognise as the sound of a buckle. Is she undressing? I struggle to remember what she was wearing before she ordered me to close my eyes but I can’t bring anything to my mind other than my own vulnerability.
For a few moments the room falls eerily silent but then there’s a shuffling sound before my braid is tugged again and my head is pulled back. Something nudges against my lips and I obediently part them. I’m expecting a gag but this is something else. It’s thick and long with a bulbous end that stretches my jaw wide to accept it.
‘Get it good and wet!’ she orders me. ‘It will make it easier on you in a few minutes!’
A fresh thrill of excitement sweeps through me as I realise that the metallic noise from a few minutes ago was the donning of a strap-on by my mistress.
My mistress...!
With a jolt I realise how I just thought of her! It’s the first time I haven’t thought of her as my lover! And then another realisation sends a thrill of combined exhilaration and fear throughout me!
It’s obvious that my pussy is lubricating quite adequately, I can feel the dampness on my right thigh where the natural gravitational flow is directing the trickling stream of my juices. Therefore there is only one place she can be intending to insert this implement once I have prepared it!
She knows me better than I know myself it seems! Once again I hear her gentle laughter as I avidly suck on the tool of my impending anal plundering. Pulling the tool from my mouth she bends over me and kisses me, inserting her tongue where the plastic member had just been.
I sigh as she breaks contact and then squeal in surprise as a rubber ball is forced behind my teeth. A moment later and I am thoroughly gagged. The ball virtually fills my mouth and I can feel and smell the pad of leather that seals it there as she buckles the strap behind my head. Another moment passes and then I feel her caressing my left breast, her fingertips stroking over the sensitive skin, tracing a spiral pattern in towards my nipple which is standing proud, still fully engorged with blood and aching with desire. I choke back a scream as she closes finger and thumb together, squeezing the overly-responsive tissue with a vicious authority and then twisting my nipple in her grasp. Tears of pain run freely as she continues to torture me in this way and then it’s over... my nipple still throbs painfully but she no longer has hold of it.
As my mind begins to re-assert a semblance of normalcy to my thoughts I am amazed to feel that the trickle of juices I detected before has become a virtual flood.
How has she done this to me? How did she know that I would react this way to everything she’s exposed me to over the past fortnight? And what does she have in store for me next?
As if she’s been reading my thoughts I suddenly feel her presence again and remember that we haven’t actually completed her agenda for today.
Her fingers seek out the valley that separates my ass cheeks and spreads the crevasse wider and then I feel the hardness pushing against my anus, still slick with my saliva, pressing harder and harder in an effort to breach the tight, puckered opening.
‘Just relax!’ she says simply, and I do so with a quiet whimper as she presses forward again and I feel myself opening up to receive her...!
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