Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:10:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: anne gentry <sable197903@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dark Eden

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Dark Eden
Copyright 2005 by Rene.

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REAL TIME

She handed me the clipboard and sat down behind the counter. I looked over
my form and started to fill it out. It was mostly regular medical stuff
with some sexual questions like. "Have you ever had anal stimulation, Have
you ever had urethra dilation," Stuff like that. I hesitated at some of the
questions then wondered if Jon had asked for these questions to be asked.

Adam waited patiently as I did this and when I was done he took the
clipboard back to the receptionist.

We waited for some time and after twenty minutes or so we were called
back. A large handsome male took us back down a hall.

"Adam, if you will step in here please."

Adam stepped into a room off to the right. I tried to look in but it seemed
dark and I couldn't make out what was inside.

"What he's not?"

I didn't really want him to watch, but I didn't want to be alone with a
strange man either, no matter how `Medical' he was.

"Don't worry, Anne, he will be able to observe."

He started to walk down the hall and I looked at the closed door. The man
stopped and looked back at me. I gritted my teeth and followed him. He
opened another door and led me into a small exam room. It was the normal
stuff nothing new or exciting. The table was padded with the small foot
stirrups and there was a screen to undress behind.

"Anne, this will be a preliminary exam to make sure that you are healthy
enough to meet the physical needs of your master. Now please, go behind the
screen, disrobe, and place on a gown."

I did as the nurse said and soon the regular stuff was taking
place. Height, weight, B/P Things that any normal physical would
cover. Nothing was different until the man wanted to take my temp.

"Now, Anne, if you would please mount the table and lay on your belly I
will get your temperature."

I sighed as I got on the table and I was hoping that I wouldn't die of
humiliation that I was about to get my temp taken in my bottom, like a two
year old.

The man snapped on some latex gloves and came up beside me. I watched as I
laid there with my hands gripping the top edge of the table as he uncovered
my bottom and brought his gloved hands to my cheeks.

"Just relax. I can't separate you when you're all clenched up." I forced my
cheek muscles to relax and he separated them exposing my anus. I felt his
gloved finger touch me and with a little pressure go in quickly, twist, and
then pull out.

I felt the thermometer being pushed in and I bit back a little sound. The
man held my cheeks apart as the glass rod stuck out of me. It must have
taken five minutes before he pulled it out and I let out my breath.

"Ok Anne, the doctor will be in shortly. You can sit up now."

He started to set up covered trays, and I made every effort to not watch,
at all.

When he came in, I saw that the doctor was a younger man with pale hair and
a very well built body. He was polite as he explained that he was one of
three doctors in the clinic, but he was the only one who took patients
after hours like this. He said that he wasn't really going to require me to
speak, after his initial history, and if I liked I could be gagged. My eyes
about came out of my head.

"Thank you, Sir." I managed to squeak out.

He then did the same stuff as any doctor would do, including checking my
glands, and I started to relax.

The doctor felt my abdomen and then lowered my gown to do a breast exam. He
asked me if I had any pain anywhere, any internal female problems- regular
periods etc. When he finished his history, and the prelims. He asked the
nurse to place my feet in the stirrups.

The nurse pulled the stirrups from the end of the table, pushing me flat to
the exam table.  I started to feel nervous as the male nurse helped me into
the stirrups, putting socks on my feet.  He made sure my bottom was at the
edge.

"Okay, let them fall open for me. "

He made me separate my legs out wide. I watched as he reached up and
grabbed the metal bar, fixing it into position. He then directed the light
so that it shone down onto my open private parts. The other arm was pulled
down at the same angle. I flushed with embarrassment, as I knew that my
privates were now going to be observed by a stranger.

"Anne, you need to be very still for us now." The nurse said.

He made sure the arm was right were he wanted it. The doctor then rolled
between my legs.

"I'm just going to examine your external organs."

I felt his gloved hand as he separated the top of my vaginal lips to reveal
my clitoris. He parted me and then took a finger and touched my small
nub. I closed my eyes at this, and then felt more pressure as he slipped
his fingers down; opening the slippery folds and air hit my pee hole. He
separated me more, and then worked down farther to open my vagina. I stared
at the ceiling, as I knew that he was showing the nurse my most intimate
parts. My face filled with red-hot blood.

He took his time running his fingers up and down my exterior lips, and then
he felt the interior ones. I knew that he was making sure that he got a
glimpse of every piece of my sex.

My knees wanted to close so bad to cover what was left of my
modesty. Modesty that was out in the open for anyone to see. I gripped the
edge of the table so hard, my knuckles turned white.

"Ok. The internal exam now."

Is all the doctor said as he slid two rubber-covered fingers into me. He
then pushed them in and out a few times and twisted them. I moaned as my
sex was being palpated, opened. His other hand came up and started to press
my abdomen.  His fingers felt to this side and that, and then back again,
insistently.

He took his hand away from my abdomen and pushed his fingers in and out of
me a few more times stretching my vagina down as he did. My face flushed
with even more humiliation and I thought I was going to scream out to stop,
just as his fingers were removed. I could feel how wet I was and just when
I thought I couldn't blush anymore I did. My heart pounded and raced as I
felt my juices drip from my wide opening.

"The speculum now..."

I felt the thongs slowly move up into me and then loud clicks separated me
to show my insides to the men between my legs. I was breathing with little
gasps as the doctor moved the speculum into me smoothly. I then heard metal
against metal, as the regular scrapings were taken from my cervix, rougher
than I was used too, cramping me.

"Easy, just the Pap..."

The speculum was then left for a minute, and I heard some instruments
clinking. I felt cold liquid inside my vagina.  When I looked down between
my legs, I saw the doctor holding a kidney shaped bowl and several sets of
forceps holding wettened pads of gauze bandage.  The nurse moved to my
side, and pushed my head back, stroking my cheek.

"Just cleaning you out a little."

The gauze was rough, and the liquid was cold. The sound was the worst,
metallic clanking. The feel of him prodding the tissues inside me deeply,
was disturbing. I made a little moan and the doctor stopped.  He closed the
thongs and slowly pulled the speculum from me.

"Now the rectal exam..."

I felt his finger at my well-exposed anus. I felt him twist his finger at
my opening and then very slowly press inward to enter me. I moaned again as
the doctor had just the tip of his finger in me and he felt the muscle that
surrounded my opening. He then inserted more of his finger. I tightened my
muscles on his finger and he told me to relax. His finger then made its way
so deeply into me that I felt his hand at my bottom. He searched deep
inside me and I made as little noise as possible. My knuckles now white
from my hold on the table.

"Bear down for me please..."

I grunted and his finger went deeper. He then withdrew it and pushed it
back in a few times and I could hear clicks of the lube on me. I made a
little sound as a second finger was introduced into me and searched
inside. He then pulled his fingers out and walked a few steps away to the
counter. I let out a long held breath.

I looked between my legs to see him writing in a file. As the doctor and
nurse talked I laid there spread open with the stirrups still in place. The
nurse nodded then slipped on some gloves and came up between my legs.

"Just a minute and I'll clean you up." He said.

The doctor told him a few more things and then left the room. The male
nurse stepped between my legs again and placed a box on my belly. He took a
cloth from the box and brought it down to me. I felt his fingers part my
lips and he wiped from the top slowly down to my anus. He did this three
times getting a new wet cloth each time. He then told me I could sit up for
a few minutes.  He released my legs, and straightened them out.  He stopped
for a moment, giving me a glass of water, and then the nurse walked out the
side door. I started to get a little scared as I sat there alone in this
sterile little room. Still nothing bad had happened, just the usual, just
slower than I was used too. I tried to take some deep breaths.

The nurse came back some time later and gently led me through the side
door, to another room. My clothes had been taken in before me and I was
told to get dressed.

Adam came in just as I was fully clothed, and we walked back out to the
reception area.  I followed slightly behind him, signing the release forms
so Jon could get the report. Doc shook Adam's hand, and gave me the quick
once over. He smiled, and I was very careful not to catch his eyes. They
talked about the trade. His services for my use at some future date. I was
intrigued.

It hadn't been too bad, but I wondered the entire time we were driving back
to my place, just what was Doc's personal perversion? Part of me really
wanted to know, and part of me just didn't. Someone that knew as much about
the human body as a doctor, probably knew every painful nook and cranny. I
didn't even ask Adam about it as he took me home.  I bit my tongue the
whole way back.

















WEEKEND WARRIOR

I found myself at Jon's fifteen minutes early and waited on the doorstep
for a few minutes. Finally knocking about five minutes early. I felt like
the cherry on top of a sundae standing out there. Adam answered the door
and I fell to my knees once he closed it behind him.

"Hello, Anne."

"Good evening, Adam."  I said, simply because I had been addressed.

He led me back towards the study where Jon and Traci were waiting. Curled
up on the couch. I handed Jon my journal as I went to kneel before him.

"Did you write in it everyday?"

I said I had.

"Were you good this week?"

"I did as you asked of me, Master."

He smiled. Holding the volume in his hands.

"Terry has asked for your company tonight. Adam will prepare you. Do you
agree?"

"Yes, Master."

Jon waved us out of the room and we went down to the bath chamber to
prepare me for Terry.

I followed him into the bath chamber. Standing before the marble pedestal
again.

"Clothes off, Anne." He ordered.

I immediately complied with him. Laying them in the basket that he had
placed for that purpose.  Adam came up behind me, and I shivered, expecting
him to lean me over and fuck me like he did the last time. His fingers
touched my back. His voice a mere caress on my frame.

"I'm not allowed to touch you now."

That almost made his touch better, forbidden fruit.

"I'll get you tonight after you've been fucked so sore that the thought of
another cock in your pussy makes your bones ache.  A torture all its own."

He moved back abruptly. I rocked on my legs, grabbing the pillar before me
for support.  Panting.

"I will give you a piece of free advice, Anne. Don't orgasm, until they
tell you too. Jon was not happy with your performance on Sunday. No
self-control."

 Shudders shook me as tears welled in my eyes. His words sinking into me
harshly. Jon would be working on that.  Reality check. No matter how much I
fantasized about love in chains, or how close I felt to Jon. This was a
business for them and I was a specifically trained commodity. I thought
about it until Adam came over to me with a basket of supplies.  "Up on the
block, Anne. You're about to become bare-shaven."

I did as he asked, but I was surprised.

"Don't even protest." He hissed. "Do what they want of you, when they want
it of you, this weekend."

 I nodded.

"Terry wants a virgin and it's up too me to prepare you for him. Your list
says- fur. Jon says- none. No age-play, so you're going to do it."

"Role-playing?"  I whispered.

Adam laughed. Stirring cold wax with a little paddle in a jar.  He spread
it in a line over the top of my sex.  Letting it harden before he ripped it
off with a quick pull. I yelped at the sudden unexpected pain.

"You'll love this; make you wetter than hell, Annie. Just let me work."

He was right. It was a masochistic trip of enormous proportions.  The smear
of cold wax, then the quick pull. Sharp, delicious affliction and I knew
that I had to remain still. It was over much too quickly. Adam patting my
leg as he put the supplies away. He led me to the bath.

"What do they really want?" I asked quickly, before my courage faded
completely.

"They want everything on your list to be a `yes.'"

I was puzzled.

"You can no longer have preferences. You must do what you are told, when
you are told to do it. How you are told. That's what they want."

He washed my hair and brushed conditioner through it gently.

"There's a leather-dyke that comes here every once in awhile.  Mean as a
snake. She'll let you cum after she's made you ache in places that you
didn't even know you had. One hint of protest with her and she'll make you
wish that you liked vanilla sex."

He braided my hair into two fat braids on my head.

"Best orgasm that I ever had in my life. Hope I never have another."

My mind whirled into over-drive. Setting itself into a loop.  It hit me
suddenly. I either needed to get serious, or get out of it.  I took a deep
breath and closed my eyes. Sudden pain in my jaw as my teeth ground
together.

"Anne?"  Adam asked gently.

"I'm alright. I just realized that this is not a game, really."

Now, I needed to decide whether or not to stay. Adam spoke, his voice was
low.

"No, but it's the only way for us to safely play in this arena, Anne. You
are not out of your mind and neither am I."

He was right. I could let go here because I was supported here in a way
that the outside world would never support our kind of outlaw sexual
adventurers.

So I let him care for me. Letting his big hands rub an abrasive cream
deeply into my dry sex. It didn't moisten it; it felt like it tightened it
up.  Odd sensation. Very odd.  The thing was. I was no longer afraid of
myself. I felt lucky to be here. I could be playing this game someplace
unsafe. I could become a statistic, but not here. It just seemed bizarre to
be in a business setting and not a private relationship somewhere. I
started to laugh, startling Adam.  It came from deep inside me rolling over
me helplessly. I would rather be here than anywhere else.  If eventually I
did have to pay for it. That would be alright too. At least this way I
won't have to sacrifice my daily life.  Adam put his finger over my lips to
silence me as he dressed me in a schoolgirl's uniform. Even if it wasn't a
game that didn't mean that I couldn't have fun.  I just had to readjust my
thinking. Learn the pecking order. I could do that. Pick another focus.

Maybe the orgasm wasn't the big thing. I saw Adam grin at me and realized
that I had spoken aloud. I grinned back and whispered.

"I still won't do gerbils."

He did crack up then. Handing me a sheaf of papers from the shelf.

"You are very naughty, do you know that?"

"Yes, that's why you like me. I don't care if I can't orgasm all weekend or
all month. I deserve it for disobedience. I need to learn everything that I
can to get along here."

I composed my thoughts. `I will learn whatever skills they set me. I will
submit to whomever they put me with. I will allow Doc to do whatever he
needs to do to get off on my body under his, even though the very thought
scares the be-Jesus out of me. I will obey you.  Those are my choices.' I
stood up straighter before him.

"I like it here and I want to stay here with all of you. I can feel here
and not have you think of me as some kind of freak."

He smiled then, genuine, warm. Kissing me deeply. Hot delicious open-
mouthed. My lips captured against his, as a moth against a flame. I didn't
want him to stop.

"Come on then. Read the paper and come with me."

We started walking.

"The place you're going too is Terry's room, although he has access to the
others. He rents this one, like I do the loft."

I let him talk. Lots of background.

Terry liked women, but preferred virgins. Very hard to find in this day and
age. He also had no desire to play with a child, so he dressed up Jon's
slaves as young people and played with them. Better than prison time. Adam
touched my hair and left me sitting on a bench before a plain door on the
third floor. I rested there quietly. Waiting for Terry. Thinking about this
whole deal as I read the papers. I could do this.  It was going to be fun,
too. I slowly let the raw power of the scenario invade my mind. I felt
myself becoming the young girl from the pages in my hands. Anticipating
Terry's touch on my quivering body.  Frisson of delightful fear. I am the
Schoolgirl and I am in big trouble.








THE HEADMASTER

Well, it was the first `No' on my list. Age play. I was too tall for 12,
but maybe 15. I felt tight and terrified. The cream that Adam had rubbed
into me felt like it was pulling my sex into a new shape. I'd love to know
what it was made with. Maybe not.  I had schoolbooks in my hand and the
basic scenario in my head. Long braids over my shoulders. White cotton
everything. Shirt, socks, panties, bra. Skirt of plaid in dark colors and
black leather shoes buffed almost patent.  I felt young sitting on the
bench on the third floor. Before one of the `Specialty' rooms.  The
Teacher's Study.

Adam told me that this was Terry's personal room. He rented it and he
decorated it. He also told me that Terry used the other rooms on
occasion. That was part of the deal. I was to call Terry, Mr. Jensen, but I
had no idea if that was his real name or not.  I had no real idea what he
wanted. The door opened.

"Come in, Miss Hawthorne."

That was my name in his crisp British accent. I stood quickly.

"Yes, Sir."

He closed the door behind me as I went to stand before the desk. I noticed
that he was dressed in a dark gray suit with a red tie. The room we were in
was like the movie set of a principal's office in an exclusive boy's
school. Huge dark- wood desk, green blotter, pen set and a small lamp. The
right edge had some type of smooth wooden sculpture at the back edge. A red
leather chair was set before it but I knew better than to sit
down. Bookshelves covered an entire wall. I looked down at his desk when he
sat down. Noticing that he had a report with a large red `F' on it before
him. I hung my head.

"This is very disappointing."

I kept my head down.

"In all my years as Headmaster here. I have never seen work as ill-prepared
as this."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I'm afraid that I'm sorry just isn't going to be good enough this
time. We've had this discussion before, Anne."

He was very stern and serious.

"Yes sir."  I answered.

I was the very picture of contrition, but still dry as a bone. The fear
pounding in my chest should have had me dripping in nothing flat.

"Well, I'm afraid that we will have to deal very seriously with this
matter. I will be calling your father too collect you."

He was reaching for the phone on his desk.

"Oh no, sir.  Please..." I pleaded, desperately. "Not my father, sir.  I'll
do my work from now on..."

"I'm afraid that I cannot believe that, Anne. You've shown a decided lack
of responsibility so far. I feel that I have no recourse."

I sat heavily in the chair, covering my face with my hands, books in my
lap.

"If I get expelled again. My father will kill me."

I kept my face buried. A couple of tears magically forming on my lashes,
because if Terry thought my performance was lacking, well...  "Daddy" was
Jon and I didn't want that to happen.

"Please, Mr. Jensen. Don't send me away from here."

I let my braids fall forward over my face. He was moving now. Coming around
behind me. I could smell his cologne. Light and airy. His hand fell on my
shoulder, firmly.

"What would you be willing to do too stay here, Miss Hawthorne?"

I looked up at him through the tears and whispered.

"Anything, sir.  Please."

I didn't see any change in his expression. His eyes were still coldly,
clinical. Icy blue. His fingers flexing, once on my shoulder.

"There is some sincerity in your plea."

His eyes bored into mine.

"Some corporal punishment and maybe a personal attention for myself."

I let my eyes go wide in innocent shock.

"Personal attention, Sir?"

He smiled as he stood over me. One finger going to the bit of exposed
collar bone at the throat of my white shirt. Delicate enough to make me
shiver with fear. His eye went hot.

"You know what I want, Miss Hawthorne."

I felt palms start to sweat.  I dropped my eyes.

"But Sir, I've never..."

"All the better..."

The hand withdrew.

"I can still call your father."

I shook my head, no.

"Then please stand."

He went to the door and locked it as I stood.

"Now, remove your panties."

I felt my lips start to tremble, but knew that disobedience would not be
tolerated. So I lifted the plaid skirt and slid the white cotton underwear
from my newly bare pubis. The silken folds still dry. I prayed to God that
I slicked up quickly. If he fucked me dry. I'd be sore for a week. Terry
was no small hanging man.

"Good posture, child. Hold the skirt up nicely. Eyes front."

 I let my chin start to quiver.

"Naughty girl, you did agree to anything that I wished, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"I just... didn't think..." I stammered in a pretty good parody of the
nervous young virgin that I was portraying.

"I will admit to taking advantage of your untenable situation, my dear. You
want to stay and I want to deflower you."

  He circled me checking my body over.

"It has been some time since I have had any sport or anyone in as desperate
a predicament as you."

He ran his fingers lightly over my ribs until I quivered. Tears
threatening.

"So, put your hands flat on my desk. I feel the need to examine the well to
which I will soon dip."

I bent slowly at the waist to place my hands on his desk.  Letting him
nudge my legs apart. His spread hand on my lower back tracing the line of
my hip to my buttock through the rough fabric, squeezing.

"You are so afraid of me, without reason. I like virgins, Anne." One finger
moved to my sex. He had to force it past the dryness.

"What a lovely honey-pink your young flower is. Dry with fear, which will
only make it harder for me to break. Try pretending that I'm the young gym
teacher. Maybe that will wet your little pussy."

I gasped at his crudity, quaking.

"Sir, please. Just get it over with. This is... embarrassing."

A cane came across my buttocks with sharp force. Moving me forward.

"I do not like impertinence."

His finger circled my puckered nether opening, which tightened
involuntarily.

"There are other ways for me to take you, bear that in mind."

"Yes, Sir.  I'm sorry, sir."

I spoke quickly. No need to fake tears now.

"You paper was ten pages, so ten little strokes with my cane.  If you are
very good for me. No moving or screaming. I'll pop your proper cherry. If
you resist, I use the less accessible opening. Do you understand?"

I nodded, energetically.

"Yes, sir."

I heard the whistle and felt the fire spreading over my skin.  Cutting
blows that I knew would bruise, but by Jon's rule, couldn't break the
skin. I wanted to move. Wanted to scream, but didn't, by some superhuman
act of self-control. I let the flow from my eyes fall unchecked for all ten
blows of the cane.  Sobbing quietly when he was finished.

"Say thank you."

"Thank you, Mr. Jensen."

He chuckled when I whimpered softly with misery. He stood me up straight
and moved me to the short couch. Sitting me down on the leather, making
sure my skirt was bunched up above my waist. Terry stood over me and opened
his pants.  Letting his organ stand by itself from the hole in the dark
wool. He rolled a dry condom over the thick organ.

"Open your legs."

I did and he touched my dry flower.

"I have no desire to make you bleed because of your fear. Take my penis
into your mouth and wet it."

I shook my head, causing him to grab my braids with his fists.

"If I fuck you dry. You won't walk for a week, so open your mouth."

I felt him pull me up hard. His cock pushing roughly at my lips until I
opened them.

Terry pushed his dick as far into my throat as it would go. I was so hot I
felt that I as going to come right there, but I was bone-dry. `How could I
still be dry?' It hit me abruptly and I knew the game then. I started to
wet that condom with as much saliva as I could produce.

Whatever Adam had rubbed into me had dried me up for awhile. The only lube
that I was going to get would be what I put on that rubber before he fucked
me. I got it good and damp. As much as I could before he pulled away from
me.  Letting him lay me back with my head on the arm of the couch and my
arms above me. He spit into his fingers and rubbed the outer folds with the
small wetness. Not near enough. Coming up above me he rested the head of
his penis against me and thrust it in about an inch. It moved with a thick
scraping feel into my cavern. It hurt for the first time in a long time,
having a cock go into me. I didn't like the way it felt, not at all.

I arched up, trying to push him off me. The parched tunnel clenching
against his invasion.  My clit swelled with pleasure, but I felt like I was
being torn in two by his organ. He murmured against my hair, but I couldn't
make it out. It was too low. I pushed harder and felt him take my hands
into his left fist. Covering my mouth with his other hand. I screamed
freely then and it was comfortably muffled.

"You rich little bitches are all alike. Come here and expect to be treated
like goddesses. Well, this is what you really deserve."

His face had changed and his penis had enlarged. Tearing forcefully into
me. Rough as rape. My grotto rent by his body.

"You deserve to be underneath me."

 I nodded, hoping that he would hurry.

Terry caught my chin. His fingers tight enough to get my full attention. He
leaned on me heavily and fucked me raw.  Ignoring my tears, my pleas and my
struggling. Making no attempt to make it good for me. Not even seeing me,
using me for some fantasy release that only he was enjoying. I moaned and
cried, begging him to let me up, I'd be good. All to no avail, he was
relentless is his use of me.

When he finally came, bucking against my clit. I sobbed with
pain. Exhausted, yet grateful, when the last of his spasms shook him and he
pulled out of me with a brisk jerk. His shoulders stiffly erect. Leaving me
in a pile on the couch as he cleaned up. He came back to stand over me and
order.

"On your feet, Anne."

 I stood up shakily.

"I've got some oil to make you less sore."

He started walking towards another door.

"Follow me."

I did and he led me to a bedroom. This room was done in the same masculine
tones as the other, but this was his room. The bed was your standard
bondage four-poster. Two fluffy pillows in the middle of it.

"Up in the middle, face down, hips on the pillows."

I went stiffly and did as he asked of me. Sore in places that had long ago
ceased to ache after sex. I half watched him undo his tie. He removed his
jacket, and then rolled up his sleeves.  Taking a big jar from the shelf
before coming to the bed.  I twitched nervously.  "Relax. This will feel
good. Just some nice cooling oil in your sore little flower."

He tied me down and put a silk hanky between my lips, rolling the skirt to
my waist.

"Just so you don't embarrass yourself, by crying out as the pleasure comes
over you. Then, if you like, we can talk."

I nodded my head. The first touch of the cool oil against the lightly
abraded flesh felt like heaven. His fingers gentle, kind almost. I moaned
into the silk hanky, a small sound of complete and total relaxation. Easing
into the feel of the bondage and the slickness of his fingers. Loosening up
because I could do nothing else.

This was heaven. Terry had the fingers of a pianist, molding, stroking the
edges. Pushing into the crevices. Pressing the G-spot deep inside me. The
room warm and my body relaxed.

"It takes a good girl to allow tears to flow when being taken that
way. Your little sex is red and swollen. No blood just abraded
tissues. You'll be sore in class for a day or so."

He kept stroking me, avoiding my clit.

"I've tied you down to make it easy for to enjoy my attendance."

He kept talking in a low voice.

"Sweet, bare. Tight. You have to know the ways of pleasure, because you
will be back into my bed whenever I want you."

  I shook my head, no. He laughed.

"Oh yes, I have you now. I can still call your father."

I hung my head.

"I mentioned that I worked at a boy's school?"

I nodded, feeling the warmth spread with the path of his fingers to my ass.

"I have a desire to open that little butt of yours."

I shook my head.

"You have no choice, child, but not, I think, today."

Another prod.

"Are you blue?"

I shook my head and he went back to playing with my sex.  His fingers
covered with a rubber glove.

"Wider legs and hold it that way."

I put my body into the position that he wanted.

"You have to pee now, don't you?"

I nodded and freaked when he laughed.

"I wouldn't."

I shook my head vigorously. No, I won't. It would be much easier if he
would stop putting all that pressure on me up there with his probing
fingers. I rested, trying to get some of my strength back. Breathing deeply
in acquiescence.  Submitting myself to his attentions. Deep gentle strokes
from his hand.  Feeling the welcome wetness starting to flow, getting
slippery.  Lovely.

 "Nice depth."

He was talking to himself, not even thinking of me beyond the fact that I
was willing flesh welcoming his ministrations. Then the unexpected
happened. My vagina swallowed his hand, without pain or pressure, or any
resistance. My flesh merely accepted his. I held still in surprise. My legs
tightened into rigid blocks. I was awake now. The pressure was incredible.
Terry laughed, deep, richly resonant in the room. I heard a knock on the
door.

"Come in, Jon."

Terry's other hand was resting on the small of my back.

 "Look what I have here."

 I heard him walk over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I wondered if she could do that."

"Pretty easy, but unplanned. She's a little too full for this."

Terry rocked his hand and I clamped down on the threatening flood.

"I'd rather not have the mess, but you may decide. There are other rooms
here."

Jon told him to hold on for a minute and left the room.

When he came back he slid something under my hips and pulled the pillows
out. Wrapping towels around my legs at the knees.

"Nice welts, Terry."

Big hands on the marks.

"What do you want to do?"

Considerate of Jon to ask me what I wanted, but I knew he wouldn't. He let
me stay there and pant with lust.

"Let's fuck the piss out of her. Make her lose complete control."

I rolled my head trying to convey that I had no desire to make a mess like
that in front of anybody. It would be too humiliating, but they were paying
no attention to me beyond pulling the silk hanky from my lips so I could
use my safe word if I wanted too.

"There are some other toys in the cabinet over there. Help yourself. Nice
selection of canes."

"I wanted to let her retain some dignity, but you can make her do whatever
you want her too. She's been a bit too sure of herself so far, so let's see
if we can make it go away."

Another low laugh from Terry who rocked his hand.

"She'll do it if she comes, won't she?"

"Yes."

It was all very practical sounding.

"I know it's not what you planned, but it could be interesting."  "Nice
paradox. Pleasure or punishment."

He slid in front of me and took my face in his hands.

"You are going to allow Terry to fuck the piss out of you, or I won't let
you come for a month."

I whimpered, but said nothing beyond.

"Yes, Master."

I didn't know if I could do it. Some things are too deeply ingrained to be
overcome. I was torn. Not soiling yourself was so intrinsic to every person
over three years old.

Terry had no such qualms. He started using his hand with a vigorous motion
that put more pressure on my insides than I could really stand. Jon sliding
down to play with my clitoris.  Well away from the line of fire.

"You're going to do it, Anne. Because I tell you to.You crave the orgasm
more than any other person that I have ever had here before."

His words were working on me. Setting my mind on fire.  Galvanizing the
lust in my head to the fire in my sex. I wanted too, but it was so hard.

"Come on, baby. Let it go. It's what we want. Then Adam will come and take
you to the basement. Wash you and dress you for the whip."

The whip. That sounded nice.

"Only if you do it. Lose yourself to it. No whip if you don't."

 I tried then, but only managed to force a drop from my body.  I couldn't.

"Got a penny, Jon."

Terry said. I had heard that term before but never as a good thing. He put
his hand under the front of my stomach, pushing from the front and from
deep inside me. Jon pushing on my love-button. I struggled against it. The
rising wash of feeling from my abdomen. So different from the other
pleasures that I had felt in my lifetime. A burning ache from the top of my
pubis to the depths of my bowels. Erotic urgency straining my
self-control. I was losing it and it panicked me.

Then Jon pinched my clit with insistent rhythmic vigor. I clamped myself
down tightly, but couldn't stop the burning flow from within me as I pushed
insistently against Terry's hand, forcing it out of my vagina the way it
had come into it.  Warm moisture flowing into the towels as I came and came
and came. Head up, jaw like iron. Low growls from in me, barely heard. I
collapsed into the mess, not caring about it.  Horrified by my actions,
however involuntary.

They left me lying there. Spent with passion and humiliation.  Sobbing into
the pillows. Trying to figure out what lesson I had been supposed to learn
from this, but to tired too. To miserable.

Adam came in with a laundry basket. He took the towels from beneath
me. Making me kneel on the floor as he cleaned up.  "Come on, Anne. It's
alright. You did alright."

I swallowed convulsively, around the lump in my throat. I felt ashamed and
irritated and hurt.  It had shown Jon something about my personality
though. The significance of my actions did not go past him without being
noted. He saw quite clearly that I didn't take humiliation well. I didn't
take it well, at all. I struggled to pull myself back together with tears
choking me.  Letting Adam take me back to the bath chamber to clean me
up. Once again.






AFTER THE HEADMASTER

I was pretty freaked, no doubt about it. When Adam closed the door of the
bath chamber behind us. It was only his hands pulling me against his chest
that kept my legs from collapsing under me. His big hand in my hair,
pulling me tightly into the circle of his arms, and holding me near. Cold,
I was ice-cold and couldn't stop the violent shudders as sobs threatened to
flow from me.

"It's okay, Anne. It's over."

His voice throaty and sincere against my head, and I felt as though a band
of steel had been released from around my chest, and tears flowed from my
eyes like a waterfall of excess emotional baggage. I melted into him,
clutching his back and sobbing deeply. Whatever efforts of will holding me
up and quiescent, gone now as I let him hold me. I lost it. Feeling every
frustration and humiliating moment of what I had just let them do to
me. Half angry, because it had been non-painful and I had no choice but to
let it happen.  "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head, feeling my sinuses squeak in my head. I am not someone
that cries real good.

"No, Adam.  I just..."

I couldn't even put it into words. I just felt like I had been broken open,
and someone had rearranged the inside of my psyche.

"Okay." He said firmly. "Stop."

He backed me over to the marble pedestal.

"Drop the emotion for a minute. Think."

I took a couple of deep breaths, sniffing.

"Did you like being with Terry."

I felt the wet sodden lump of my brain starting to move again.

"Yes, Adam." I answered honestly.

No use lying here really. I had liked it, all but the end really.  He
stepped back from me, but keeping me on the ends of his hands.

"Okay, then. I have been where you are. Pushed beyond a personal limit. Let
it go. You did not lose your control Terry took it from you with force."

I understood that. I could see what he was saying.  "Now, listen."

I did not dropping my eyes from his.

"You were great in there. Graceful, tactful, compliant. Perfect.

You did not let any preference show any preference until you were well away
from the master and Terry. You did the right thing."

I felt almost normal.

"You earned the whip, Anne."

That did make me feel better. My eyes were still sticky from tears, but I
could take a deep breath with no effort.

"They will make you do everything at least once, just to find out how it
makes you feel. After awhile even the things you are unsure about will seem
natural, comforting even."

Okay, I felt normal at last. I could follow what he was saying.  It was a
matter of surrendering myself totally to the desires of another person, and
letting their desires flood my senses until they were met and we became one
entity. I tried but it was difficult.

"Can you do that, Annie?"  Adam asked me suddenly, his eyes close to
mine. The warm sweetness of his breath filling my nose.

"I did do that, Adam."  I snapped suddenly, spirit coming back into my
words. My eyes flashing, quickly. He smiled down at me as I shook my
head. He led me too the shower.

"It not that, Adam. It was that a limit that I had set had been obliterated
without my consent. Nobody said I would have to do that..."

I shivered with disgust. I couldn't help myself, it just happened.  A
delicate shiver that I couldn't really explain other than that it was just,
icky. That sounded infantile, even as it was true. The very thought of it
on my skin. He put me into the warm water, and I felt it sluicing off my
epidermis. It came to me suddenly.  Jon had hurt my feelings. I didn't
think he meant too, but that was the end result of what he had done. I had
always thought, that S/M, B/D, whatever was a mutually erotic activity. A
head-trip agreed to between all parties. I had not even been treated as
human. Less than a pet even. I had been an orifice, and then he had left me
lying there in that confusion. Left me alone as though I had done
something, contemptible and wrong.  Like I was dirty for allowing them to
use me like that.  I was getting angry, and I could feel my pulse going up,
and the flush starting all over my skin. The impotent fever of hatred and
malevolence. Not good for me, really. I had some sense of the contract I
had signed, and my own honorable reaction to having given my word about
this place and my role here. Had I sold my soul? Had I given my body
unwisely? These were the thoughts that were floating around my head, in a
whirling twist of conscious thought. No longer merely flesh ruling my
purpose. Intellect filling in the pieces.

The water washing my skin clean was warm, but there was nothing warm in my
eyes.  Adam drying me off carefully, watching the delicate play of emotion
on my face as he usually did. I didn't care at that point that my eyes were
filled with the fires of antipathy. He led me too the pedestal, putting a
thick collar around my neck and he left me kneeling towards the hard
marble. I heard the door behind me.

"That will be all, Adam. Thank you."

Jon's voice and I tensed on my knees. He was directly behind me.

"Turn around, Anne."

I did it immediately as gracefully as I could. His voice was stern, hard. I
tried to check the anger flashing from my eyes, by keeping them lowered. I
was not sure what had upset me more. Jon or myself for having been so
disconcerted by what had happened. Maybe I had misinterpreted everything. I
could be wrong for how I feel in my confusion?  I could be mistaken that he
had left me the way he had in disgust. This could be some new delicate
head-trip to see how much I trusted his judgment. Could this be merely a
test? To see how I would react when something unexpected was thrown my way?
Layers and layers of possibilities. Just a bad head-trip? A little S/M Faux
pas?  Jesus, I had no idea, and the ceaseless questions were driving me
into a state of confusion that I had never felt before.  Better to just
stay angry, but I was losing it quickly. He started to speak, his voice
low. Almost sibilant.

"It was the look of you there on Terry's bed. His hand buried inside
you. That virginal little skirt bunched up at your waist.  Your hair in
pigtails."

I could see what he what saying in my mind, and felt it affecting me. He
pulled me against his chest, and his hands stroked my back. Slow delicious
circle.

 "Ahh, my little novice. So much to learn."

"Why, Master? Why did you leave me there alone?" I burst out, and I felt
him flinch. "Did I not please you? What was my crime?"


I wanted to wound, thoughtlessly. Spear his heart as surely as he had
wounded mine. Tighter he held me, the requisite tenderness that they all
dished out when they felt you needed it, and I knew this even as I
responded to it. Wanted it.

"You hurt my feelings."

 My voice sounded weak and tired and bitter to my own ears, what must it
sound like to his? A whiny ungrateful bitch, and I was being just that
too. Shame on me.

"Every one has preferences. Yours seemed to be so easy to commute. So quick
to turn, when there was something you truly wanted to experience. You lay
with Terry, and dazzled him. I did not think that you would find it so very
unpleasant that it would truly wound you."

His voice did not sound timid, but his words were as close to an apology
that someone in my position was likely to get. I almost felt bad about my
actions, my reactions.

"It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, was it?"

I felt myself going red with embarrassed humiliation.

"No, Master." I whispered but it scared me to admit it to him.

If I admitted to my pleasure would they force me do the other things that I
had said no to on my list?  It caused a shiver of fear, but I couldn't even
remember what they were really.  Words on a piece of paper that seemed
suddenly to have very little to do with the actual flesh involved.

"There is a reason for every action I take with you, Anne.  Never forget
that."

I wouldn't forget, ever, but deep in my heart I knew that I would. Emotion
was what he was trying invoke. It was what he wanted from me, but that
seemed to be the one thing that I had real trouble giving to anyone. He
took a leash from off of his belt, and clipped it to the standard collar
that Adam had put around my neck. The only thing that I wore.

"Come, Terry has some nice new toys he wants to play with in the
basement. We'll talk later about Tim coming tomorrow."  He chuckled in
sudden good humor.

"You'll realize the folly of that quick enough."

I followed him down the corridor, my spirit calmer. Not thinking about the
future but knowing that the walk was easy. I wasn't sure that I wanted to
be delivered back into the hands of Terry again though. That wasn't really
my problem at this time, though was it?


DUNGEON MASTER

The dungeon was always a little scary. I could feel my knees weaken with
every step that we took closer to the door. I was almost too mind-weary to
want to play anymore. I wanted to lie down and go to sleep, but they
weren't finished with me yet. I knew that until they were, I wouldn't be
allowed to rest.  Jon opened the door, and pushed me in on my knees. I fell
gracefully. Eyes on the floor and the sets of boots suddenly in front of
me.  Adam's, I recognized, and Traci's. Jon's beside me. The heavy black
ones next to me must be Terry's. The crisp leather, perfectly shined.

"Put her up on the horse. Let's play."

I felt myself freeze in position on the floor. Moving only when I felt the
tug on the leash they had attached to me. They took me over to a piece of
equipment that I had never seen before.  It looked like a leather covered
road barricade. I was pretty sure that it had started out as something like
that too. Where it widened near the floor, it had two quick clip
restraints, and the top was covered with leather. The other end had a
couple of clips for wrist restraints. Jon gave the leash to Adam, and he
took me to the thing. Laying me face down over it.

"Stay."  He commanded.

He picked up two leather legs cuffs, and two wrist cuffs. Traci came to the
other side and put the left side on, while Adam did the right. Adam knelt
down in front of me, and smiled just a little. He picked up a gag from the
floor and pushed it through my teeth to buckle it behind my head. Getting
very close to me to whisper.

"Here anger would stand you in good stead. You have puzzled them."  His
eyes darkened, as he whispered.

"Would you like to join her, boy?"

Came Terry's voice. Adam said, `No' right away, so I wondered what was
coming.

"Very nice marking. Some of my better work."

Jon appeared to agree with him. Hands trailed over my skin making me
shudder delicately, but not from cold. It was the position. My legs were
wide, and open. My sex must be highly visible from almost every angle of
the room. I could almost see it in my head.

"She's bone dry though."

Came Jon's low voice.

"Traci, if you would."

I heard her beside me, and tried to turn my head. Sharp smack from a belt
and someone holding my wrists in front of me.

"You don't need to see that."

Damn. She leaned up over me from behind. Heat radiating from her
body. Hands stroking lightly, fingers feather-light. She spread my buttocks
with her hands, and dipped between them. Eating me softly from upside
down. Licking the very bottom of my sex as though she was moving on my
clitoris.

I flinched involuntarily. My wrists jerked. Jon held tighter to them and
leaned down to speak to me. The voice of the master.

"You remember when you told me, you orgasm under the strap?"

I nodded, quickly.

"Terry's never seen that, and when I told him about it he wanted to
observe."

I tightened, and felt Traci's fingers entering me. Pushing at the little
spot in the heart of my sex, making me unbearably hot.  Ready. I felt my
breath grow short, and deep. Almost, almost.

"That's enough." Jon said.

She stopped, and I moaned. My vagina clenching on the emptiness. Mind
trying to recreate the feeling that was denied it suddenly. Trying to close
my legs as the air-cooled the moist heated flesh.

"May I?" Terry asked.

 Jon's answer was to grip my wrists tighter to the top of the horse. Here
it comes, I thought, bracing my body for impact.  It was quick. The blow
was hard and sharp. The skin trying to recoil away from it. The next the
same, and the next. Some kind of flat slapper was my guess. Bright copper
penny pain as the skin became tender.

"Let it come, Anne."

This was the head-trip. All I had to do was let it come. Lose myself in the
dark romance of his words and my body. Let the flow over take my common
sense until I no longer felt like a businessperson or a human being. Let me
become the orgasm.  I didn't know if I could.

The humiliation from the bedroom, making me feel silly. Like I was some
kind of freak. What was I doing here? Tied up like some kind of
animal. Open to view. Prepped for some kind of game that had me as the
prize.  I moaned around the gag.  Feeling the blows thicken. The little
slapper nipping at the wet cleft. I cried out, muffled by the gag in my
teeth.

"No, no."

But knew that it couldn't be heard, and that anyone who did hear it, would
not believe it. I was having an attack of reality and did not know if I
could fight it. The only noise that could be heard was my desperate cry,
and the sound of the toy as it impacted with my flesh. `Help me!'  Jon
leaned down and started to talk. Talk in a low voice, like Rob used to do
to me.  "You think that reality has anything at all to do with what we are
doing to you?"

I gasped, because he knew what I had been feeling.

"I want no reality from you. I want your skin, your heat, and your
need. You think that you are special in this desire of yours?"

I shook my head, tears starting to flow as the blows became agony, and
torment, drove all thoughts except those he was giving to me from my head.

"I am fantasy, and reality. I am the closet in which you are mere fancy,
and I, the dream-master of your nightmares."

Terry started with something else. Wider and less damaging, because I had
to be bright red back there.  Every biting blast distinct and unparalleled
in the pain that it caused me.

"You can hide from the world, but you cannot hide from yourself. You want
to be taken over. Driven to madness. Used and taken and cherished by the
only person you truly care about besides yourself."

I wanted to ask who, but knew that he already knew the answer. There was
only one other person that I cared about in this room. One other being on
the planet. God, don't... I shook my head. Don't say it. I'll die, right
here on this thing in this room.  If we mix up reality and fantasy like
this I won't be able to separate it in real-life. Don't...

My body convulsed and I shook my head quickly. Muscle forming knots. Eyes
closed. Jaw hard. Sweat making me slick and wet and hot. I almost
steamed. I pull against the bonds and felt Jon holding them tightly to the
leather.

Terry hit me harder and faster, pushing my body to the limits of endurance.
Every muscle straining against the reaction, however voluntary, of my body
to this trip I was on. I would not be able to hold back. I knew that I
wouldn't.  It was too vital, and close and intimate. Too surely what I
wanted, and did I need to fight? Jon had not given me express permission,
so I did not know if I could actually do it. He was silent and gratitude
flowed over me. He pulled my arms closer to him, and stroked my back with
his fingers.

I broke. My orgasm sweeping me with a sudden burst of rainbow light that
flashed before my eyes with strobe-like brilliance. Deeper than the first
pinnacle of the night. Higher than the last time I had been beaten. More
emotion involved.  The secret that had not been spoken. Yes. I was starting
to fall in love with someone in this room, but God help me if I would ever
admit it.

It was this secret and hidden shame that pushed me up over the top, and
forced me to evaluate my body, my orgasm and my very flesh. The intense
outcry from my soul, muffled into the gag that I wore. Jon holding me as
still as his two strong hands could, until I collapsed back unto the
leather beneath me.  Gasping for air.  Shuddering limply. The blows
continuing until I had stopped, and all that was left was the quick jerks
as the whip fell. I opened my eyes, and saw Terry standing behind the horse
to the right. Whip hanging from his fingers, and Traci on her knees before
him, using her talented mouth on his organ. I heard Jon in front of me,
speaking to Adam.  "Take her with you, and do what you will."

They released me, and I fell to my knees on the floor.

"Set her up for tomorrow."

I was watching Jon, walk away then come behind Traci. He freed his hard sex
from his leather pants to fuck her from behind while she sucked on
Terry. Her arms wrapped around Terry's thighs, supporting him. Jon's left
hand tangling in her hair. Engrossed.

We left dungeon, to go back upstairs.



MORE NIGHT TALK

The walk was quiet to Adam's room, and I felt his eyes on me
heavily. Taking me in with some new kind of fathomless speculation. It was
eerie.

When he closed the door on his room, he took the collar from me. The length
of it falling from his fingers to the floor as he faced me. I felt
fear. Quicksilver, mercurial. Running through my limbs and circling my
heart. He took the cuffs from my limbs, and stood back up. Very close, but
not touching me.  His hands reached for me, so quickly, that I backed away
from them. Turning back to the door with a reckless unknown emotion roiling
through me. I had my hand on the doorknob, and the portal half opened when
he was suddenly behind me. His body hard against mine. Pushing me to the
door and slamming it closed with our weight.

"Don't..." I whispered.

The word itself was torment to my ears. The pleading lost sound of that
simple command weakly falling from my lips in supplication.

"I can't..."

"Shhh...  Hush, I won't hurt you."

I forced myself to silence, my hands spread against the wood before
me. Eyes burning with unshed tears.

`No, not this. Never this. Not emotion, not feelings that had nothing to do
with my body. Let me die in peace, and alone, and quietly painless. Let my
heart alone!' Thoughts like wildfire. Dire warnings of an enormous crack in
the armor.  My spirit was screaming silently. No audible noise except for
the harsh sound of my breath as I fought for control.

I was not used to having my feelings so close to the surface. I didn't want
love, or feelings, or even nice. Was there nothing that I wanted in this
world?  I was so confused!  The truth was that I did not know what I
wanted.  The flesh seemed like the only thing I listened too now. The only
part of me not concealed by some thin veneer of steel and ice.  I felt
Adam's hands on my skin. His fingers on my shoulder.  Breath warm against
my neck, and so damn gentle, I almost broke from the poignant brush of him
against my soul.

"Don't..."  But that whispered plea had even less conviction than the
first.

"Don't speak."  He said, softly.

He brushed the hair from my shoulder, and turned me in his arms. I kept my
eyes down, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting him to see what I was
feeling. His strong hands closed on my arms. His left sliding up the upper
arm and over the shoulder to rest under my chin. A caress that reminded me
of my grandfather's hands as he sought my eyes to discover some secret that
I had hidden. Some shame that he would find reflected in the depths of my
gaze.  The fingers went to raise my eyes.  I resisted him, closing them to
hide them.  He was insistent, seeking answers to questions that Jon had
raised. Things that he had missed in his observations that he couldn't
believe had gotten past him. Things too raw and open for me to want to
reveal. He would not stop looking and I knew that I only put off the
inevitable, but if I gave him what he sought. Adam would own me in a way
that I feared more than any other. For if I loved him and he did not love
me.  Well, then I would be lost.  If his love belonged to another, I would
die.  The third player in a play that would totally destroy whatever was
left of my spirit when the curtain fell. I would cease to exist.

"Open your eyes."

I heard his command over the pounding in my heart, and squeezed them shut
tightly.

"Open them!"

I did, trying for neutrality. Blankness, but it was impossible. I pushed at
him, tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Don't... I told you not too. Why did you..."

Pulled tightly to his chest, and held still by a strength that I knew would
be futile to fight. I could not. I would not... He put his lips on
mine. The breath of his cologne running over me. Tongue slipping into my
mouth so softly that I could barely feel it, until it twined with
mine. Being lifted and turned until I was dizzy with motion and laid down
on the bed. His body over mine, and hands reaching for protection while
never once did his lips leave mine.

He was covered and in my body before I could take three deep breaths around
the lump in my throat. Before more than six tears had run down my face at
the insistent motion of his body in mine. Adam's face traveled down my
neck, and I leaned into it. Using my hands to good purpose. Pulling him
closer into me. His next words blown softly against my ear. Sibilant,
sweet. Filling an empty part of my spirit that I did not realize was empty.

"I care for you too."

So easy for men to say those words when they were inside you, and working
their organs to orgasm. I longed for it, and wanted it, but did not trust
it. They never understood it.  How you love the top, but were not in love
with them. They always made it personal. I resigned myself to the
misunderstanding.  I leaned into his ear and whispered back. Voice
low. Sudden wry humor in my tone, as I surrendered to the inevitable.

"Tell me again, show me how you cum."

He started to laugh. Breaking his rhythm for a moment as he fought to stop
it from spilling into his lovemaking, but unable too.  He shook with it,
and pulled me closer. Looking down into my eyes. Eyes that shone with a
sudden shy humor.

"Jesus, Annie. How the hell did I end up with you?"

I smiled slowly. Dragging his body deeper between my thighs. Putting my
hands into the long hair that hung over his shoulders, smoothing
it. Feeling it curl around my fingers. Trapping them in silken bonds.

"Just lucky, I guess." I murmured, reluctant to surrender to the intimacy
of the moment.

"Why didn't you want me to know?"

That was an easy one to think, but not to say. How to tell him of it? I
looked away.

"I read your journal, are you afraid I'll hurt you? Not emotionally, but
physically?"

I shook my head no; it was the emotional pain I did not want.  My
reluctance to speak was obvious to him, but the motivation behind it was
not. It was an educated guess on his part, what came out of his mouth next.

"You couldn't see how I felt about you. You didn't know either."

True enough, blindness for how other people feel was not necessarily an
asset here where observations were so important. Maybe I hadn't wanted to
see. I had to think though about my own inspiration. I needed to think it
through. It would be difficult, but how to decide what to do with it. I
wanted to be `normal.'  What was normal?  That was the real issue. I could
lay under Adam, take his body into mine, but I did not know if there was
enough real emotion left inside me to let him have what I felt he deserved.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, gently.

Watching the play of feeling over my face. His body once again moving with
mine. `God, he had a nicely formed penis.  Perfectly placed to rub the
right spots.'

"That's it's been so long since I've had anything to do with anybody beyond
a quick fuck. I really don't know what to do with this whole situation."

He looked surprised.

"How long has it been since you have had..."

He was going to say the L- word. I could feel it. "A lover?"

I shrugged.

Had I ever really? Someone to really laugh with, or talk with, or play
with?

"Never, really. I don't have the gift of inspiring great love in anybody.
I just am... the way that I am."

I didn't really want to talk about the stunted, malformed nature of my
emotional health. I didn't feel comfortable with it, or calm enough with
his sex slipping into mine so deliciously.  This was too close for me. I
felt more relaxed with some distance.  I always thought that I would be
better off with an arranged marriage. Someone that would want to make-love
once a day, but leave me alone for the rest of my life.

"I have never had anybody to laugh with. Anybody to share anything real
with. I was lying to myself about the way that I looked at you, because I
didn't really want to know that you had someone else in your life, or even
had another life somewhere else that I could not be a part of."

That was true enough, and although I might regret it tomorrow. I wanted to
get it off my chest before the sun crawled over the horizon.

"It was easier to love you from somewhere over on the other side of the
room, enjoying your beauty, than to let you know and ridicule me, or own me
completely. Love was more power than I wanted to give anybody. Especially
someone in a position to use it to some psychological advantage."

He looked stunned.

"This love that we share won't have anything to do with here.  We are both
owned here.  I am barely one step above you."

He was dead earnest.

"I wouldn't want to use it against you."

Lord, he meant it.

"Love doesn't mean that we have to give up ourselves.  I wouldn't want
too."

"I wouldn't have to give this up?"

He laughed.  Putting one hand on my breast kneading it. Eyes darkening.

"Why would I want you too? I met you here. I get to torment you here. I can
have you any way I want too, and see you during the week if we wish too."

Playing with my arm, and my shoulder with mild pressure. I felt an enormous
weight lifting from me.

"What about next weekend, and Tim?"

He laughed and rolled me over on top of him. Making me ride his hard organ
as he played with my clitoris. Putting my hands firmly on my own
thighs. His eyes, danced. Teeth showing in a grin.

"Tim has asked that you be opened so he doesn't hurt you when he takes you
from behind. Also that you be well-marked so he doesn't have to work up to
much of a sweat to make you raw."

He got harder as he thought about it. I felt a bit breathless myself as he
described it. He pinched my sex, roughly.

"I get to open you tonight before you go to sleep, and I was told to make
you sleep beside me in torment."

He rubbed the tips of my breasts.

"I'm the only one who can come right now."

His eyes darkened with laughter, as I moaned in disappointment. Working to
make him orgasm quickly so my blood wouldn't boil over.

"Like I won't make you sleep in torment."

I leaned over him, laying my legs flat. Pumping him with my hips. Clamping
down on his sex with vise-like intensity.  Catching his wrists in my hands,
and growling into his ear.  Leaning into him, and murmuring.

"I wish I had that strap-on that Traci made me use on her.  You wouldn't be
quite so sure of yourself if you were tied face-down beneath me on this
bed, Adam."

His breath quickened.

"I would grease you good, and grind you the way you did it to me. I would
soften that pristine skin on your ass first with a nice long beating. You
think that you are above me? You want to be me so bad, you can almost taste
it."

He reversed us quickly. Putting my body under his, and working efficiently
to culmination as my words ran through his mind. I kept up the pressure of
my sex on his organ and used my nails on his back. He was very close.

"Maybe Jon will let me use you as you have used me. I have been on top
before. I got the mean streak. I could do it."

That was all it took. He boiled over into me.

Body jerking in response to my commentary. Face scarlet with passion.
Pumping every last droplet from his body then slipping out of me, well
before he went flaccid. Collapsing on my torso, heavily. Out of breath. He
leaned up over me, and brushed the hair from my face. Putting it behind my
ears and smiling softly at me before he rose to go into the bathroom.  He
came out with a belt of leather, and made me stand up to buckle it around
me. He put one hand between my shoulder blades. Pushing me so I was laying
facedown, half off the bed.  His hands opened me from behind, slipping a
phallus into my anus with a smooth even pressure. Clipping it into the
harness so it would remain. I almost came right on the spot.  "Try to push
it out." He ordered.

I did, and regretted the sudden rush of heat to my sex as I did it. I
gasped. He put me up into his bed, and secured my hands to the headboard so
I wouldn't be tempted to relieve my own torment. Turning out the lights,
and snuggling up against my back. As the darkness settled around us. I
heard him whisper before his eyes closed in sleep.

"I do love you, you know."

 I closed my eyes with passion, and moaned against closed lips. I would
sleep in torment now.

The only good thing about my restless night was that it inspired something
with which to dazzle Jon. God, help me.

THE MASTER'S HOUSE: FANTASY

I arrived at my Master's house in a state of confusion as to why I was
there and what quirk of fate had brought my destiny to this point. Why was
I here with my eyes covered and my hands tied before me? A short but fierce
struggle some time ago had relieved me of my clothing, and then I was led
up a spiral staircase with butter soft carpeting. So soft that my knees
would be unharmed by my crawling on it. Strangely enough, I felt no real
terror, only a calm acceptance. I knew the drill. I'd done it before, just
never like this. Never this... abruptly.  No unnecessary force was used on
me, even to remove my clothes.  They commanded, I refused, so they held me
down and cut them off of me. The Handlers, all three of them, did it
matter-of- factly, in the least amount of time.  I never really had time to
fear much and I knew in my heart that I was reasonably safe.

The strangest thing I felt was a tingly excitement. Here I had no
control. I was not in command. The loss of control and responsibility would
have panicked anyone else in my position, but not me. I'd been trained for
this. All that I felt was a fluttering in my heart and the hair between my
legs becoming damp with anticipation. The handlers stopped and I heard the
massive doors swinging open and a gentle breeze against my ear. I turned my
head in the direction of the breath of air and felt a hand in my
hair. Pulling my face forward.  "You know better than that. Felix said that
you were well behaved. I have yet to see it. Rebellious at every turn.
Disobedient, Insolent."

The anger in his tone scared me.

"I wasn't prepared!"  I pleaded.

I felt another hand on the back of my neck, forcing my face down to the
carpet. A savage voice rose above me.

"Silence! You will speak only when spoken too! Do you understand?"

I nodded. A hard strap across my shoulders and an even harder voice over my
head punctuated the point.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

I cupped my hands around his calf and laid my face against his foot. Not
trying to raise his ire anymore than it already was.  "That's better. No
lasting harm will come to you if you do what you are told."

I backed away and kept my head down.

"We'd better bind her."

I felt them taking my wrists and tying them together with fur-lined
handcuffs. The handler behind my head slipping a blindfold over my eyes. I
tried vainly to pull away and was quickly secured. Lips sealed. Strength
waning from my arms.  I stiffened as I heard a new voice, dark and
demanding.

"Is there a problem here?"

The footsteps came nearer to me on the carpet, circling me like a
shark. The hard hands released me and I huddled into myself.  I felt fear
then. Tremors that shook my arms and legs. A small cry came from me as I
heard the footsteps stop. He was standing in front of me. I could feel
him. Smell that powerful male animal smell. I know he knelt before me
because I caught a quick breath of his cologne in my nose.

Suddenly I felt a soft hand against my face. I jerked away, bringing my
hands to my face to take off the blindfold. He stopped me, his hands
holding mine gently. A short laugh came from him, as he patted me.

"No, no, little novice. You're alright. No one will hurt you, now."

I am a novice, I wanted to scream. Why are they being so needlessly brutal
too me?  I don't understand, but all that came out was a plea for mercy.

"Please, please don't..."

That did it, something shattered inside me and I was broken open. My
fingers curled around his forearms and I let him move me. The first
friendly touch that I had felt in this place was not anything I wanted to
lose at this point.

"You men may go now. I will deal with you later."

I heard the doors close, softly.


"Stand up, child."

I did and let him lead me sideways. I felt a bed against my knee and
hesitated.

"They were not supposed to frighten you. Come on, lay down."

I did it, not wanting to make him as angry as I had made the rest of
them. He took my bound hands and secured them over my head to a short
leash. I curled away from him into myself in abject misery, hearing him
near the bed, removing his clothes. Sound of zippers and buttons. The soft
fall of fabric. The Master sat on the bed and started loosening my limbs.
Insistently turning me back over. His fingers roving over my arms and
legs. Slowly I was being opened to this faceless strangers gaze. One long
finger exploring the apex of my thighs and the secret valley hidden
there. I trembled as his hand moved lower, just skirting the clitoris, the
vagina.  Resting between my open legs at the small nether opening. A small
pressure made me cry out. Sweat breaking out all over my skin. Fighting
with myself not to struggle. No movement from him, just the sound of my
harsh breathing in the still air.

"Has anyone been here before?"

He meant my ass and I shook my head vigorously.

"No, Master."

Terrible to be asked to speak after coming back from the detachment that I
carefully cultivated for myself in my own mind. A chant going over and over
in my head to accept and not struggle. Fear like a knot inside me. He
withdrew and left the bed. Telling me to be still. For some moments he was
gone, leaving me alone with my fear. When he came back, he lay over me. His
knees keeping my legs apart. He guided his dick into my womanhood and
buried it deeply within. Moving in and out. Deeply plunging to the gate of
my womb. Bruising my deep well with his body, thoughtlessly.  I could feel
the effects of my helplessness on my core. My release starting to build as
it always did when I was over-powered and helpless.  I fought it in shame
not wanting to cum in the arms of a nameless, faceless stranger. I knew
that he would be watching me. Assessing my responses to his touch. Could he
see my struggle?  His voice captured my attention. The words that were so
important and that sometimes meant everything.

"Felix, told me that you would not resist my possession of you, little
novice."

He increased his pace, making me gasp and bite my lips.

"The blindfold would terrify you. The whip would soften you and the sex
would keep you under restraint. You are mine.  Every opening, every
crevice. You will do whatever I tell you.  You will cum in my arms without
knowing my name or seeing my face. Knowing only the feel of my flesh
spearing yours.  My hands on your skin and you will do it right now."

I was too well trained not to obey the insistent command in his tone. I
came beneath him. Quaking in reaction. Breath frozen in my chest.  Making
low noises.

"There we go, good girl."  He whispered.

In several more thrusts he came inside me. Pulsing against my womb, moving
spasmodically. Finally collapsing on top of me.

He pulled out of me as the last of his orgasm left him. Cupping my
breasts. Moving so his chest was against my back. His now flaccid organ
resting between my thighs. I entertained a small hope that he would remove
my blindfold so I could see him and wept quietly when I realized that he
would not. He whispered into my hair, making me shiver.

"You show submission well. If you bear punishment as well. Everything will
be okay with us. Rest now with my consent.  Tomorrow is soon enough for
other activities."

My mind was a confusing whirl of formless thoughts.  Maddening. I took deep
calming breaths, struggling for control of my emotions. My hands resting
against my face as if in prayer. I accepted my helplessness and lack of
control. The Master, my Master, had a big house full of handlers trained to
subdue me. I had no other option.

"Rest, little novice. You'll need your sleep."

I sighed and fell into a deep exhausted sleep. That was how I met my
Master.




Jon liked it when he read it. Hot off the press, so to speak.  My pen still
warm from my fingers. My mouth working his organ to climax, as he read.
Perfect timing, we both finished our tasks at the same time. His reading,
and my oral ministrations.  Excellent.  I still didn't get to come
though. Damn.