>we wake from our nap after the previous, and I tell you we are >going to the park and you will please me there for the afternoon. you are to >dress yourself (you know what's acceptable?). write about from when we wake up >in bed.
I slowly stir, woken by a certain sensation at the edge of my mind that nags me to pay attention. I sleepily open my eyes to find you awake and looking at me intently. I smile and kiss your cheek, stretching my muscles. As always after an orgasm of such magnitude, I am utterly relaxed. You pet my hair, kissing the top of my ear fondly. "Happy, pet?" I nod, not trusting my voice so soon after waking, and cuddle close.
You stretch, and playfully tweak my nipple. "I think, pet, that we'll go somewhere this afternoon. I think I'd like to show you off. How about the park?" The words don't quite register, though, as I burrow my head under the pillow. You lift the pillow and kiss my cheek. I murmur in quiet protest--I never wake up well, and today I seem to be having an especially hard time regaining consciousness. "Come on, dear, wake up and listen to me." I feel your teeth on my ear and take a sudden interest in being awake. As you slowly bite my lobe nearly but not quite to the point of pain, my languor lifts from me and I purr quietly. when you release my ear, I roll away from you, ending up on my stomach, chin propped on my hands.
"What was that you said?" I ask, innocently.
"We're going to the park, pet. And don't even think about arguing with me," you add as I frown and begin to look as if I would protest. You're quite aware that I'm not fond of scening in public, and, it seems to me, have decided that you're going to cure me of that little trepidation by repeatedly exposing me to it. I know there is nothing for it, but slide my head back under the pillow anyway, expressing myself in the only way I have open to me at the moment.
Suddenly, I feel a stinging slap on my behind. I screech into the mattress and twist my body, landing on my hip with my ass away from you. You catch hold of my groin and I still immediately, your fingers sinking into my still dripping-wet pussy. Your other hand removes the pillow from my suddenly unprotesting arms, and you look steadily into my eyes. "Pet. You're asking for a paddling, and you've not even been awake five minutes. I might forgive you, in light of how well you pleased me earlier today, if you do everything I say promptly and without complaint. I still might decide to punish you tonight, but you're definitely going to get paddled before we go to the park if you keep on trying to disobey."
You watch my body go slack, and add, "You're going to do what I tell you in the end, anyway. Remember, pet, you exist only for my pleasure. And it does not please me that you are resisting. Besides, would you want to go to the park with welts all over those lovely thighs of yours? Everyone would know, right away, that you'd been bad." I nod, and close my eyes, waiting for your next order.
You slap my hip and say, "Now, go dress yourself. You know what's appropriate. And wash your face." I scurry off the bed, getting another slap on the butt in the process. I burrow through my drawers and quickly find what I need, and retreat to the bathroom.
I spend a while in the bathroom, doing various mysterious female things. However, when I come out, it turns out the wait has been worth it. Besides just washing my face, I have elected to apply delightfully subtle touches of makeup. My skin is covered with a light dusting of translucent powder, toning down my ever-present freckles but not covering them entirely. My eyes are accented by a bit of reddish-plum shadow, and my lips are slightly darker than normal, a shade browner and richer than they are unassisted. I have swept my hair up into a neat chignon, a style I know you like because by removing only one comb my hair is freed to tumble down onto my shoulders and back.
If my makeup is understated but definitely there, my clothing is shouting, "Take me! Take me now!" I have on my favorite short denim skirt, which comes to just above my knees, and my breasts are uplifted by a tight tank top that ends slightly above my belly button. I come near the bed where you are sitting waiting for me, having dressed while I was in the bathroom. You can smell, when I kneel before you the faint scent of my signature rose perfume on my skin. I look coyly up at you and inquire, "Does my appearance please my master?"
You frown down at me. "No, as a matter of fact, it does not." I look crestfallen, having tried my best to please you, when you continue, "It's not any fault of yours, pet. There is, however, something missing from your attire. Stay here, eyes closed."
You go into the front room, and spend a time rustling around in there. I strain my ears trying to think what on earth you could be doing. You come back into the room, quietly moving up behind me. Your feet straddle mine as you move something down past my face....and I feel the coolness of leather and metal against the skin of my neck. A few seconds later, what I now know to be my collar is snugly buckled onto me, warming quickly to my skin temperature as I turn my head from side to side to make sure it does not chafe.
"Stand, pet, and turn around." Your voice is gentle as your hands guide me upwards. You stand back, apparently admiring the view. "Now, my pet, you are perfect."
My voice seems impossibly small against the silence of the moment. "Thank you, sir. I am glad to have pleased you." I am struck by the gravity and the ceremony of the moment, my first official collaring.
You smile and pull out of your pocket a chain leash, which you attach to my collar. "It's a long walk to the park, my dear--I'm going to enjoy showing you off."
Now, I know that you plan on making me do various humiliating things on this trip, but I am determined to put them off for as long as possible. So, as you lead me out the door, I ask in a quiet voice, "Would you like me to tell you a story on the way there, sir?"
You smile and say, "Please do. and make it interesting."
And so, as we start walking down the busy street and we garner many stares (and the occasional honking horn), I begin . . .
"Once upon a time, there was a man. He was a very unusual person in that he was divided into two people, one person who was sweet though depressive and one person who was very darkly passionate. He was involved with a girl, who was an unusual person in herself because she had a part of her personality that was a succubus, a completely sexual being who lived on sexual energy, whether raised by another person or by herself.
"The dark side of the man was very interested in this succubus. Having met several succubi in his time and enjoyed their company very much, he thought he would enjoy this succubus even more since it was part of a person he loved. He thought to call out the succubus, put her under his power, and slave her to his will. He plotted and plotted and one day, he had his chance. The girl allowed herself to be placed in trance, and he used to opportunity to call forth the succubus.
"The succubus side of the girl was, unfortunately, not all that interested in fucking the man, particularly when she had been compelled out of hiding. However, he did have her intrigued, and that, I'm afraid, was her flaw. He said to her, 'Serve me, and you will be happy in your servitude beyond your wildest dreams.'
"She hissed. 'I am no fool. I know what serving you means, and I will die before I let myself to be ruled by such as you.' She curled her fingers and toes into talons and made as if to strike him, but he caught her hands and pinned her for a moment, trapping her like a butterfly. She struggled, broke free, and was again pinned. She looked at him with eyes that nearly glowed in the darkness. She repeated, 'I die first.'
"'Oh you will, will you? Pretty little one, I can break your will easily as snapping a twig, and you know it.' She shook her head and growled deeply, an animal sound seeming to emanate from the base of her being. He smiled cruelly and let go of her arms, only to clap one of his huge hands over her groin, and begin to draw the sexual energy out of her, to drain her.
"Now, succubi are made of sexual energy. Without it, they cannot exist. So what the man was doing was, basically, killing the succubus. However, it would take time to drain her, and he knew that there would be signs that she was approaching death. He planned on stopping long before then. However, to the succubus, the sensation was terrifying. She had reserves that the man knew nothing of, and knew she could outlast him, but the sensation is much akin to bleeding--the very stuff of life was flowing out of her, and she had no way of stopping it. So she fought. She hissed and growled and clawed at the man, which earned her merely a cruel tightening of his hand on her. With his other hand he pinned her hands easily, as her struggles grew quieter. Finally, she lay panting, glaring up at him with a fury that exhaustion had only seemed to sharpen.
"'Little one. Are you ready to give in?' She shook her head and began to struggle weakly against him, snapping her teeth at his shoulder. He drained a little bit more from her and said, 'You must swear one thing, and this will not bind you to me in any way. It is merely something so I know I can stop draining you and not have you go for my throat. You must swear that, for the duration of this night, you will not harm me in any way.'
"She drew on her reserves and began fighting him again, using her toenails to try to score his legs. He drained her even more this time, and pinned her using his while body. 'Swear. Or...' He removed his hand from her groin where he had been draining her sexual energy and placed it on her chest, just above where the valley of her breasts started. 'Or I take energy from here, instead.' The succubus began to twist, whimpering. She knew that if he drew energy from her heart and center, she and the girl she was part of could both easily die a real death. He looked her steadily in the eye. 'Swear.'
"'I swear...' Her voice was faint but audible. He frowned.
"'What do you deem holy, pretty little sex spirit? Whose word binds you? Swear by that, or I begin to draw from here, as well.'
"She spat the words at him. 'I swear by Aphrodite, that I will not harm you this night.' Her fists were balled and she longed to be able to strike at him. She hated him. And, yet, at the same time, her pussy was dripping wet with her lust. His hand moved again to her groin, but instead of draining her again, his fingers nudged apart her lips and began to massage her clit. She half-moaned, half-growled, and her hips lifted of their own accord.
"'I think I'll let you gain a little of what I've drained back.' He moved the blanket aside, and she could see in the half-light that his cock was hard, the tip glistening. It glowed with the dark light of the sexual, and the succubus found herself hungering for it. She licked her lips. 'Suck me, little one. Please me and I might not kill you.' Ad that point, the succubus hardly cared if she died, but she was so hungry she would have sucked him even if the threat hadn't been prodding her. He released her cunt and she dived down on him, taking him into her mouth and sucking him as if her life depended on it--which it did.
"Now, a blowjob from a succubus is an amazing thing in and of itself. But a blowjob from a truly hungry succubus is a completely mind-blowing experience. The man soon found himself emptying convulsively into her mouth, she sucking all of him she could into her and apparently enjoying every drop that spilled from him. Finally, she pulled away from him, tucking her legs under her and watching the man very carefully, with eyes that would have been glowing to anyone who knew how to look.
"The man, after he got his composure back, smiled cruelly. 'Are you ready to swear? After all, there is more of that in store for you if you agree.'
"She shook her head. 'No,' she whispered, and 'no,' again. And her body grew very still, and she breathed out...and she was gone. And I opened my eyes. And I said, 'I'll still die first.'
"And the man said, 'Welcome back.'"
You have been paying rapt attention to my story, and as I conclude, you take a long look at me. "Pet, was your story was true?"
I nod. "Yes. It happened fairly recently." I look at the ground, unwilling to go on.
You are distracted by our arrival at the park. It is a large, lush acreage, with little paths running everywhere through it. It is nearly deserted, but there are a few joggers and other people out enjoying the early evening air. I look around nervously as you lead me over to a bench near the entrance, near the main path. As you turn and sit on the bench, I notice through your sweats that my story has apparently had an effect on you. Using the leash, you pull me to my knees and my head to your lap and say in a low voice, "Suck me off, pet. Right now."
I glance around; thankfully, there seems to be nobody around right now. Trembling, I free your cock, massaging your hardness with my hands before I pop the head into my mouth, continuing to surround the shaft with my quickly rubbing fingers. I take my time, not wanting to displease you despite my fear that someone is going to happen upon us at any moment. I wonder to myself what would happen if someone did, if they would walk away or if they would stare, and if they stared if my master would offer me to them. The thought is almost too much to bear, the humiliation of opening my mouth for another man's cock in front of my master, and I tremble even harder as my mouth and hands continue their sure work. One hand cups and gently plays with your balls as your breath comes faster, my clever mouth tonguing you firmly in the way I know you like best. Soon, your cock gets even harder than it was and swells in my mouth, and then I am swallowing your come as you thrust into my mouth, holding the back of my head to your cock as if afraid that I will let go. I ride the orgasm with you, and wait till the last few drops dribble into my mouth to life my eyes to your face, asking silently if I have pleased.
You smile down at me and say, "Very good, pet. By the way, there is a jogger who got quite the eyeful. I imagine he wished he was in my place." I blush a furious red. "Sit beside me, pet. Spread your legs."
You probe my pussy, finding that it is quite wet both from the activity earlier in the afternoon and from my excitement as I sucked you off. I blush again as you expose me, legs wide-spread. You say, almost conversationally, "Ah, you are good at teasing, aren't you? I think you need to tease some of the people in this park for me. Wouldn't you like it if people stared hungrily at your pussy, so wet as it is? Wouldn't you like to feel their eyes on you as you walked, purposely making your breasts bounce?"
I shake my head, frightened. "N-no, sir, I..."
You suddenly, casually, dig your fingers into the sensitive hollows of my neck. "Don't you remember, slave? You are never to refuse me anything I ask for any reason. Why do you exist?"
I sob from the sudden pain, tears coming to my eyes as I try to swallow, my dry mouth making that impossible. "For your pleasure," I finally manage. "I exist only as your toy, obedient only to your will and never my own."
You growl as your fingers dig into me. "You say the words well enough, slave, but I don't think you really mean them." I sob again, this time more from fear at your anger than anything else. You stand, dragging me up with you, and pull me near a water fountain where a group of teenaged boys are gathered, talking and horsing around. You hiss into my ear. "Walk in front of them. Pretend you have dropped something small in the grass and bend over so your pussy is exposed to them. Remain down and count to ten. When you come up, draw your hands slowly up your legs and to your pussy. Turn around and finger yourself for a count of five. Show them what a slut you are. Make them sorry they can't have you. Make them have wet dreams for a month about your body."
"But....they'll touch me...."
"And if they do, you'll enjoy it. But you will come up on the count of ten, and the return to me on the count of five." Your voice softens a bit as I tremble against you. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. Now go." You unfasten the leash from my collar and give me a small shove.
I am incredibly frightened, but go forward in spite of myself. One of the boys notices me as I approach; he nudges his neighbor and nods towards me. I feel my face burning as the entire group turns and looks at me. I close my eyes, take a breath, and then give my head a short shake--just enough to make the comb tumble out of my hair and to the ground. My hair tangles around my face as I slowly bend at the waist, exposing my pussy to them. I fumble in the grass as I count, and on five I feel an impertinent hand on my ass. I fight the urge to run as I feel hungry eyes feasting on my most secret parts, and continue "hunting" for my comb as I hear them talk about me in derisive tones. Ten comes, and I slowly straighten and turn, my fingers going straight for my clit. Suddenly feeling bold, I look each one in turn in the eye as I finger myself for those five long seconds. Then I back away and scurry towards you, towards relative safety. Rather than taking me in your arms, as I long for you to do, you merely clip the leash back onto my collar, tell me to stand up straight and carry my breasts proudly, and lead me off, deeper into the park.
Once we are away from all eyes, you turn and pull me close, kissing the top of my head. "You did very well. I know how much exposure frightens you. But it's not that bad, is it? Don't you like knowing that everyone who looks at you wants to fuck you?"
I cling to you, trembling, trying not to cry. "It's just....very vulnerable....to be exposed. It frightens me, to be so helpless."
"But that is the point, my pet. You are helpless. You are mine, and you have no power."
It surprises me to find that a tear is making its way down my face. "I know I am yours. But I love you, and I know you will not do anything to harm me. Those boys might have done anything."
You raise my chin with your fingers. "I wouldn't have let them. I don't want to share my new pet just yet." You kiss me gently, as you slip a hand under my shirt and massage my breasts, one after the other, kneading the soft, pale flesh. My nipples have been erect ever since we entered the park, but now they become even more so, and the sweet ache between my legs grows in response. I release a small mew of need and press myself against you. You chuckle at my response. "It seems that even through your fear....exposing yourself aroused you."
I pant, "It was to please you, sir. I gain my pleasure from pleasing you."
You kiss me again and fondle my breast, sliding your hand slowly downward and into my hot and wet pussy. You flick my clit with a finger and then dip a finger into my pussy. I press myself against your hand, and you turn me slightly so your other hand can fondle my ass. That hand then slips between my legs and into my pussy as your other hand retreats to my clit, massaging me into a fever of desire. You suck on my earlobe as your hard cock presses against my hip, and I give a shivering cry.
You finger slips out of my pussy, and delicately probes my asshole. "Do you like that, pet? Do you like it when your master touches you there?" you whisper into my ear and I nod, unable to speak. You say, "I have not taken possession of your ass yet, pet. I think I am going to do that now." The finger probing my asshole slips into it, and I whimper against you.
There is a large fallen tree nearby, and you put me face down on it, pulling my skirt up to expose me. You give my clit a few rubs as you sink your cock deeply into my pussy, and I shiver, moaning so loud the entire forest can probably hear me. A few thrusts into my pussy and you pull out of me, leaving me almost sobbing. My hips attempt to press into your instinctively. I know what is coming next; you are finally going to take complete possession of me. I am fiercely glad and at the same time still a little frightened. I am so excited that my fear promptly loses itself, even as your cock presses against my asshole, and begins to open me.
Ever so slowly, you press into me. There is pain, but that pain only heightens the pleasure I am feeling, the hot need in me rising with every bit you ease into me. Finally, you are all the way inside of me, and you stop for a minute, allowing both of us to accustom ourselves. My breaths have nearly a sobbing quality to them; I feel exquisitely full. You pull my hips closer to you and whisper into my ear, "Do you love me, pet?"
I sob out, "Yes, yes, I love you, master. I am yours totally!" You pull back a bit and then drive into me, carefully thrusting in and out of my asshole, rocking yourself in and out of me.
In answer to my cry, you wrap your arms around me, my back against your chest, and moan into my hair. Your thrusts are getting deeper and longer, and it does not hurt at all any longer. I feel myself filled incredibly full, more than I ever thought possible, and I feel you shudder against my, my pussy clenching and spasming in reply. You are holding me so tightly I feel as if I might break, but exult in the feeling of you orgasming, claiming me once more. We fall still and silent, both of us panting, simply enjoying being where we are for a few minutes.
Finally, you pull out of me, and leaning against the log you gather me to you, holding me. I suddenly, absurdly, feel like crying; after a moment I recognize it as happiness, rather than sorrow or regret. For a long while we stand like that, wrapped in each other, the first stars beginning to show themselves in the sky above us.
You kiss my hair and then, brushing my hair away from my face, you kiss my lips. "Shall we go home, pet? You have been very good; I think I'll reward you when we get there." I nod, quietly, and you lead me out of the park and home.....
8/17/1996