Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2004 17:20:56 -0500
From: M & T <tschild0713@comcast.net>
Subject: Destiny Pt. 4

       I took my keys from my pants pocket and took the key to my
apartment off the ring and walked into my kitchen and turned the coffee
pot off as I was quite sure by the time I got back it would be burned on
the bottom of the pot if not at the very least, mud....I decided to keep
my tv on and walked to my door.  Looking out the peephole, I didn't see
anyone moving about in the hallway.  Taking a deep breath and hoping none
of my other neighbors decided to come out of theirs in the next 10
seconds I dashed out my door and realized I hadn't locked my door as it
closed and I was halfway to the door next door.  Spinning on a dime, I
went back and opened my door and just as I was turning the lock I heard
the sound of the door directly across from me start to open so I slipped
into my own door and closed it hard.  Peeking out I saw my neighbor, old
Mrs. Lane, stare at my door.  Did she see me?  I sure hope not...She
walked slowly down the hall.  As I waited for her to clear the doorway
out of the building I started to think about how wonderful the dark
purple panties felt on my skin.  They were wonderful. My cock jumped in
them as the silky panties moved from my jumping back and forth on my feet
in anxious anticipation.  Finally, I faintly heard the door close to the
outside door, and opened my door, locked it, and dashed out.  Something
told me to look down the hall, and just my luck, coming back down the
hall towards me, Mrs. Lane looked right at me.  CRAP!!!  Too late now, I
dashed to the door next door and turned the knob, only to find it
LOCKED!!!!  I heard a snicker on the other side of the door.  "Please
Mistress", I hissed quietly, "Open the door"...."Well, since you said
please, I guess so.  You must count to five before you open it though".
One, two, three, four, five, and in I went.....I can only imagine the
embarrassment I was going to have the next time Mrs. Lane and I crossed
paths.  I closed the door and immediately turned facing it, dropped to my
knees, and leaned my head upon the door as previously intructed to do.

            My heart was racing, a light sweat was pouring from me, and
my mind was rushing in anticipation for what was ahead for me.  I heard
music softly playing in the background, smelled a beautiful lilac scent
in the air, and heard nothing else.  Was she standing behind me?  I
didn't even try to look around the room when I entered.  Just bowed my
head and did what I had been told to do.  She left me like this for what
seemed an eternity.  My knees were starting to get a bit sore when a
leather hand slid over my face.  I felt her press herself against my
back.  The leather on her body was cold as it touched my skin on my back,
legs, and feet.  I was shaking with anticipation, fear, and cold
leather.  She leaned even more into me as I felt her kiss my cheek.
There was a strong odor of leather everywhere, mixed with a musky
perfume. "Welcome slave", she breathed into my ear.  She kissed at the
bottom of my ear and then bit it and pulled roughly.  Her other hand slid
around from my waiste and grabbed my hard nipple in between her leather
fingers and pinched it, and then twisted it.  I moaned and leaned back
against her.  "Oooooohhhhhhh, you like your nipple twisted and pinched
alot, don't you slave"?  "Yessssss, Mistress", I could barely get out.
Her leather hand slid over to my other nipple and gave it equal
opportunity to enjoy her touch.  I was swooning from the contact.  My
body jumped in joy and I became even more aware of the silky underware
that was tightly wrapped around my ass and cock.  She released my nipple
and then a silky scarf was wrapped around my eyes, blinding me.  I felt
it secured tightly and double tied into a knot.  "Put your hands behind
you slave, so I can cuff them".  I obeyed.  Swiftly the cuffs were put
on.  Fortunately they were not as tight as she could have clicked them.
"If your a good slave, I won't be forced to put these on any tighter".
Then, pulling me up on my feet, she guided me deeper into her apartment.

          "Welcome to my temporary lair slave.  Back here in the bedroom
is going to work wonderfully.  The Fullers across the hall are gone for a
week, Mrs. Lane can't hear a thing anyway, and the Curry's are too far
away on the other side of your apartment to hear a thing from here.
Soooo basically, I can, or should I say YOU CAN, make all the noise you
would like.  I am going to turn my stereo up just a bit to make sure
anyone in the hallway who happens to be out there won't hear us way back
in the bedroom.  This should scare you slave, because you have much in
the way of punishment to look forward to".  She giggled softly as she
suddenly pushed me forward and I fell onto her bed and bounced once and
then settled upon it.  I laid quietly as I heard the swish of her leather
leave the room.  Then the music, "The Pretenders Brass in Pocket",
moderately filled the air with one of my favorite songs.  As Chrissy
Hynde's breathful exultation of what she was going to do with her fingers
filled my ears, Mistress came back and laid upon me.  "I just love this
song slave, don't you?  I know you do, cause I got the cd from your
collection.  The Pretenders greatest hits.  Lots of good songs on it, but
I looooove this song.  I love how she tells her lover that she is going
to use him.  That she's special, sooooo special, and demands he give his
attention, to her".  I had always felt the same way about the song, and
had on more then one occasion masturbated to a picture of Chrissy in a
pair of skin tight leather pants as she sang to me.  I wonder what she
would think of that?  Would she be pleased she had that effect on me, or
repulsed?  I like to think she would loooooove knowing that she had
gotten me to give my spunk to her, as she commanded me in her sultry
voice to, "Give it to me".....

          My newfound Mistress drilled her tongue into my ear, bringing
me back to the here and now.  Her body ground into me as she laid upon
me.  I gasped in pain and pleasure.  Pain, because my cuffed hands were
pinned behind me, between her body and mine.  Pleasure, because
everything she was doing had an effect upon me.  I loved her tongue and
breath in my ear.  I loved the feel of her tight leather touching my body
everywhere.  When she pulled my rather long hair off of my neck, and
kissed, licked, and then roughly bit me, I screamed and almost came right
then.  I love having my neck bitten.  Its soooo erotic to me, and always
has been.  It also makes me melt completely to my lover in complete
surrender.  Of course, no lover of mine knew about this, as it was
something I hadn't found the right girl to share it with.  I mean, they
knew it turned me on, but I had never shared why.  I heard my Mistress
moan as she continued to suck at, and bite my neck.  This turned me on
even more.  "Oooooohhhhhh, Mistress", I moaned.  Suddenly, she was off of
me.  In a mere few seconds I went from complete ecstacy, to complete pain
as she began whipping me hard.  Wham!  Wham! Wham!  Over and over.  "Its
your brush slave.  The one you keep in your bathroom on the sink.  Never
knew it could hurt so good did you"?  I heard her giggle again and then
she continued to introduce me to the pain it could cause me.  It was a
severe pain also.  She smacked me back and forth on both cheeks, picking
up the intensity of it.  She had remarkable endurance to do so, I could
already tell, and for the first time, became a bit scared of what might
be ahead this long evening.