Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
A leap of faith
It was quiet in the car, the man was focused on driving and the girl... Well she was staring out the window. Who knew what was going through her mind.
Suddenly he cursed and hit the brake, making a quick stop at the side of the road. She had been taken by surprise so for a while all she could do was try to catch her breath but eventually she turned around and stared at him. "What's this about now? You scared the shit out of me. Was it an animal?"
While waiting for his reply she noticed how hard he seemed to hold the wheel, his knuckles white and how he was hanging with his head close to the wheel. With eyes widening of fright she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You okey, did you hit your head?"
"Don't touch me! I'm not worthy of your sympathy!"
Stunned she removed her hand and leaned back to her seat. He had never acted this irrational before, what was the problem?
He sighed yet again. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I can't keep quiet any longer. I guess you'll hate me soon enough. And it's ok if you do, but please don't tell anyone. And don't call the police. Can you promise me that?"
"What, to not call the police and tell them what? That you hit the brakes like a crazy man? No I'm not gonna call the cops on you. Silly."
"Not about that."
"Ok then, you need to give me a little more to go on here. Have you killed someone?" she asked with a smile. She was quietly amused and curious and not really worried that he might have done something awful. He slowly straightened his back and looked directly at her. His eyes were dark, shameful and, strange enough, longing.
"You make me horny. I can't think about anything else than your body. When I go to sleep at night you are in my thoughts. When I wake up my morning hard-on is because of the dreams I've had with you in them. Every day I get to see you is filled with joy, and shame. Joy because it feels so good being by your side. Shame because where I really want to be is by your feet."
"My what?" The words choked up for her, totally caught off guard she just stared at him in disbelief.
"Oh god I knew it would end bad. Don't hate me to much. I know I'm sick but seeing you made me believe it would be possible!" He reached for her with a begging expression. Grabbing her shoulders he begged her again to not tell anyone. During his monologue the words he had spoke finally reached her. By her feet, he said. A smile started spreading on her face. She understood now. She knew what he wanted, what he was trying to tell her and what she should do about it.
"Shut your mouth. Drive us a bit into the forest."
That put a stop to his words and he looked in surprise at her. "You mean, now?"
"Of course. When else?"
He quickly started the car and drove it a couple of hundred meters down the road to a small dirt road that led into the forest. "Make sure no one can see us from the big road then park and turn the engine off." He didn't utter a word until he had followed her command and everything was quiet again.
"Are you angry at me? I understand if you are."
"I want you to explain what you said; By my feet. Why would you say something like that?"
For a while he stared out into the forest and then drew a big breath and started explaining. How he always had been interested in dominant girls, being their servant, obeying every command and doing it with pleasure. Without hesitating he then went on to talk about her. How she made him horny as hell, how he couldn't take his eyes off her body and that he had been dreaming of her every night for the last month. Dreaming of her as his Miss, being used and abused. Locked up in a chasitybelt, tortured, ordered to please her and fulfill her every need. When he finally shut up she sat quiet for a while.
"So you want me to be your Miss. And you think I would agree to do all that to you?"
"No Miss, I don't for a second think that you'd make me so happy. I'm sick. I shouldn't have told you but now that I have, I feel relieved no matter how this ends."
"Why do you call me Miss?"
"Because to me you already are my Miss, I put my reputation and well-being in your hands now. You decide where we go from here. All the power to you, just as I want it." Their eyes met once again and she took a quick decision. "Let's get some fresh air." They climbed out of the big car and stood in front of the peaceful forest.
"Undress."
"Huh!?" He stared at her, the surprise in his eyes were amusing.
"Take off your sodding clothes, are you deaf? Can't you obey even the easiest command? You get what you've been dreaming about for so long and you ruin it at once?"
Fumbling he removed his clothes and threw them on the ground. "Finally. Now, go into to woods, find a branch, preferably birch, that you think will be suitable for whipping. Get it, take it back to me and don't make me wait too long."
He bowed in front of her and then ran into the wood not caring about grovel and twigs hurting his naked body. She smiled to herself, that man could prove to be fun.
A minute later he returned, heavily breathing and with red scratches all over his body. In his hands was a perfect twig and he kneeled in front of her holding the twig up high to present it to her.
"Now that was a much better performance. You acted fast and without hesitation, perhaps you do know what you need to do. Let's get into the car again." As he started to open the door to the drivers seat she stopped him with the twig. "No, no. Not yet. Get into the back."
The back of the car was a big space meant for transportation. It also contained lots of rope to tie the cargo with. As he crawled into the car she carefully stroked his ass and pondered what fun things life had in store for them.
A few minutes later she had him tightly tied with thick rope to the ceiling of the car and was watching him pull it to make sure he was secured. "Alright then. You wanted me to be your Miss. You wanted to please me and to be tortured. Well here I am and you have no idea what you have put yourself in." With that she started to hit him with the birch. Working her way from top to toe and making sure all of his body was covered with red scratches. At first he just moaned and twitched when she hit him but as the marks grew in number his voice got a high pitched tone and he started with the begging. "Miss, oh god it hurts. Miss please don't. I didn't know, I was naive! Release me!"
"Keep on begging slave, it shows you still have resistance in you. And resistance means I can break you down even more."
She didn't stop hitting until he was hanging from the ceiling, eyes closed and only a vague whimper escaping his lips. She judged him to be broken down and threw the twig away and started releasing him. When the last of the ropes left his wrists he collapsed into her arms and she gently hugged his shivering, red body. "Was it something like this you had in mind darling?"
He slowly regained his strength and stood on his own feet again. The intense look in his eyes told her the answer before he opened his mouth. "Yes Miss. It was fantastic! I never dared hope that you'd take me seriously. I was so scared before I realized that it was going in a good direction. That you wanted to be my Miss. Thanks."
A sudden sigh interrupted the quiteness and she turned her head to look at him.
"Anything troubeling you?"
"No, no! Not at all! It was just a sigh!"
The hint of panick in his voice awoke her interest but she kept quiet and decided to wait for him. Eventually he'd crack and they had many more hours in the car before the trip was done. Time was on her side.
Suddenly he cursed and hit the brake, making a quick stop at the side of the road. She had been taken by surprise so for a while all she could do was try to catch her breath but eventually she turned around and stared at him. "What's this about now? You scared the shit out of me. Was it an animal?"
While waiting for his reply she noticed how hard he seemed to hold the wheel, his knuckles white and how he was hanging with his head close to the wheel. With eyes widening of fright she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You okey, did you hit your head?"
"Don't touch me! I'm not worthy of your sympathy!"
Stunned she removed her hand and leaned back to her seat. He had never acted this irrational before, what was the problem?
He sighed yet again. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I can't keep quiet any longer. I guess you'll hate me soon enough. And it's ok if you do, but please don't tell anyone. And don't call the police. Can you promise me that?"
"What, to not call the police and tell them what? That you hit the brakes like a crazy man? No I'm not gonna call the cops on you. Silly."
"Not about that."
"Ok then, you need to give me a little more to go on here. Have you killed someone?" she asked with a smile. She was quietly amused and curious and not really worried that he might have done something awful. He slowly straightened his back and looked directly at her. His eyes were dark, shameful and, strange enough, longing.
"You make me horny. I can't think about anything else than your body. When I go to sleep at night you are in my thoughts. When I wake up my morning hard-on is because of the dreams I've had with you in them. Every day I get to see you is filled with joy, and shame. Joy because it feels so good being by your side. Shame because where I really want to be is by your feet."
"My what?" The words choked up for her, totally caught off guard she just stared at him in disbelief.
"Oh god I knew it would end bad. Don't hate me to much. I know I'm sick but seeing you made me believe it would be possible!" He reached for her with a begging expression. Grabbing her shoulders he begged her again to not tell anyone. During his monologue the words he had spoke finally reached her. By her feet, he said. A smile started spreading on her face. She understood now. She knew what he wanted, what he was trying to tell her and what she should do about it.
"Shut your mouth. Drive us a bit into the forest."
That put a stop to his words and he looked in surprise at her. "You mean, now?"
"Of course. When else?"
He quickly started the car and drove it a couple of hundred meters down the road to a small dirt road that led into the forest. "Make sure no one can see us from the big road then park and turn the engine off." He didn't utter a word until he had followed her command and everything was quiet again.
"Are you angry at me? I understand if you are."
"I want you to explain what you said; By my feet. Why would you say something like that?"
For a while he stared out into the forest and then drew a big breath and started explaining. How he always had been interested in dominant girls, being their servant, obeying every command and doing it with pleasure. Without hesitating he then went on to talk about her. How she made him horny as hell, how he couldn't take his eyes off her body and that he had been dreaming of her every night for the last month. Dreaming of her as his Miss, being used and abused. Locked up in a chasitybelt, tortured, ordered to please her and fulfill her every need. When he finally shut up she sat quiet for a while.
"So you want me to be your Miss. And you think I would agree to do all that to you?"
"No Miss, I don't for a second think that you'd make me so happy. I'm sick. I shouldn't have told you but now that I have, I feel relieved no matter how this ends."
"Why do you call me Miss?"
"Because to me you already are my Miss, I put my reputation and well-being in your hands now. You decide where we go from here. All the power to you, just as I want it." Their eyes met once again and she took a quick decision. "Let's get some fresh air." They climbed out of the big car and stood in front of the peaceful forest.
"Undress."
"Huh!?" He stared at her, the surprise in his eyes were amusing.
"Take off your sodding clothes, are you deaf? Can't you obey even the easiest command? You get what you've been dreaming about for so long and you ruin it at once?"
Fumbling he removed his clothes and threw them on the ground. "Finally. Now, go into to woods, find a branch, preferably birch, that you think will be suitable for whipping. Get it, take it back to me and don't make me wait too long."
He bowed in front of her and then ran into the wood not caring about grovel and twigs hurting his naked body. She smiled to herself, that man could prove to be fun.
A minute later he returned, heavily breathing and with red scratches all over his body. In his hands was a perfect twig and he kneeled in front of her holding the twig up high to present it to her.
"Now that was a much better performance. You acted fast and without hesitation, perhaps you do know what you need to do. Let's get into the car again." As he started to open the door to the drivers seat she stopped him with the twig. "No, no. Not yet. Get into the back."
The back of the car was a big space meant for transportation. It also contained lots of rope to tie the cargo with. As he crawled into the car she carefully stroked his ass and pondered what fun things life had in store for them.
A few minutes later she had him tightly tied with thick rope to the ceiling of the car and was watching him pull it to make sure he was secured. "Alright then. You wanted me to be your Miss. You wanted to please me and to be tortured. Well here I am and you have no idea what you have put yourself in." With that she started to hit him with the birch. Working her way from top to toe and making sure all of his body was covered with red scratches. At first he just moaned and twitched when she hit him but as the marks grew in number his voice got a high pitched tone and he started with the begging. "Miss, oh god it hurts. Miss please don't. I didn't know, I was naive! Release me!"
"Keep on begging slave, it shows you still have resistance in you. And resistance means I can break you down even more."
She didn't stop hitting until he was hanging from the ceiling, eyes closed and only a vague whimper escaping his lips. She judged him to be broken down and threw the twig away and started releasing him. When the last of the ropes left his wrists he collapsed into her arms and she gently hugged his shivering, red body. "Was it something like this you had in mind darling?"
He slowly regained his strength and stood on his own feet again. The intense look in his eyes told her the answer before he opened his mouth. "Yes Miss. It was fantastic! I never dared hope that you'd take me seriously. I was so scared before I realized that it was going in a good direction. That you wanted to be my Miss. Thanks."
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