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Subject: Possession, part 2 - Femdom, bond., cons., F/m

Possession, part two

	By the time she had finished flogging him, his ass and back
were glowing bright red and throbbing. There were tracks of tears
along his face and the sheet beneath him was soaked with his weeping.
But the worst agony was when she stepped up and gently laid a cool
hand upon his seared flesh. He cried out and buried his face into the
bed, a fresh round of sobs rolling from him.
	Before he could fully recover, she was untieing his legs, when
caused his aching, stretched body to slump as each was freed. She
could see at a glance the trembling limbs straining to support him and
she smiled, knowing she had succeeded in raping his mind of its'
resistance to her will.
	She sat on the bed above him and slowly began to undo his
bound wrists, talking soothingly to him.
	"Now, do you understand what will happen to you if you should
ever dispease me, slut?"
	He nodded vigorously, looking up into her eyes, his own still
leaking tears and filled with terror of her displeasure. She gently
stroked his cheek and watched as his eyes slid closed and a satisfied
sigh rushed from him, his face pressing against her hand, nuzzling her
palm. She stroked his face for a long moment, then quickly undid the
rest of his wrists, freeing them.
	His body sagged and she knew that if she allowed it, he would
immediately slip off into a sublime, forgetful sleep, but she was
altogether too hot and horny to allow that.
	She reached out and placed her nails against his back, just
above the angry red of where the flogger had done is punishing work,
digging in and drawing it along his spine towards her.
	He gasped and his head shot up, his eyes locking on hers,
filled with shock and fear but now, at least, fully alert.
	"Don't go to sleep, slut" she said quietly, smiling at him.
"We've got lots more to do yet. You don't get to sleep until you beg
me to make you my slut forever."
	She saw in his eyes the consternation and knew that, if he was
not gagged he would already be begging her for that privilage, that
gift of service to her... but she knew that he did not understand what
that would entail, so she simply left the gag in place and lightly,
almost playfully, patted his cheek before rising.
	"Now" she said evenly "hold very still."
	She quickly rotated his now free arms until they were once
more crossed at the wrist behind his back and swiftly bound them
together. Satisfied of his helplessness, she gave his reddened ass a
playful slap, causing him to yelp and his entire body to twitch.
	"Turn over onto your back, slut" she said, quietly. "I want to
frog tie you now".
	She watched as he slowly shifted himself, rolling and
straining to turn his battered body over, and a fresh clenching of her
sex caused her to shiver with a deep, inner delight.
	After some painful moaning and delicate shifting of his hips,
he finally managed to place himself in the center of the bed, on his
back, his bound hands pressing into his spine and causing his back to
bow upwards slightly in the center. She smiled at this and made a
little mental note to let him spend some time hogtied and plugged
later, as he looked so deliciously vulnerable with his spine bent back
like this.
	"Slide down, slut. I want your ass dangling in the air."
	He whimpered and slowly used his legs to "row" himself down
toward the foot of the bed, until digging into the footboard with his
heels would pull him down no further. She noticed he was again making
light sobbing noises, and she suspected that dragging his tender,
abused ass across even the soft sheets was a minor agony for him. But
he had done it... to please her and to do as she ordered, and that
caused another tingle to roll up through her, her clit beginning to
ache for attention.
	She quickly stepped to the foot of the bed and picked up the
abandoned ropes, lifting one of his legs and placing it against her
stomach, so that it was bent. Quickly she coiled the rope around his
thigh, just below his cock and tied it off. Then, pressing hard
against his foot so that his leg was now fully doubled to it's limit,
she looped the other end of the rope over his ankle and wound it
several times before looping the end around the now joined ankle/tight
ropes and tieing it off. She repeated this with the other leg, and
when she stepped back, she saw that his legs were now bent double,
like a frogs', and dangling in the air, their own weight pulling them
open and causing his entire cock and balls to be fully revealed. But
she was not through yet.
	She fetched two more pieces of rope and fed the end of one
through the tie on one of his legs, winding it securely, then draping
it over his knee and pulling it down, wrapping it around the bottom of
the bedpost, so that it pressed against his inner knee and forced the
leg as far outward from the hip as it would go. She repeated this with
the other leg and when she was done, he looked as if his legs were a
tightened bowstring, ready to pop.
	She smiled at her handiwork and his discomfort. He was almost
perfectly situation, his ass hanging just over the foot of the bed,
the base of the plug buried deep inside it now visible. All she had to
do is lean against him and she would feel that plug pressing against
her pussy.
	She moved to the head of the bed scooping up one more rope and
knelt above him, skillfully tieing one end of the rope to the knot in
the center of the headboard. Taking the other end in her hand she fed
it down behind the headboard, close to the wall and threaded it
through between the headboard and the mattress, so that it seemed to
be crawling up from below. Then she slipped her free palm under his
head and pressed upwards.
	"Sit up, slut" she said.
	He groaned, gathering strength for a moment then strained to
thrust himself upwards. As his shoulders laborously left the bed she
pushed up on his neck until she could slide her other hand with the
rope down behind his back and feel the bound wrists. In a deft motion
she threated it once with the rope, scooped up the end and pulled it
until all the slack was removed, then slowly lowered his head back to
the mattress.
	She grinned to herself even as he began to relax, knowing the
evil trick she was about to play upon him. She fed the free end of the
rope back down between the mattress and the headboard, then reached
over the headboard and pulled it up until it was snug. She stood,
planting her feet firmly, and paused to look back and down at him one
last time.
	His body, though tight, was in a sort of repose, eyes closed,
breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew he was uncomfortable. She
knew she wanted him moreso. She turned back to face the wall, slid her
hand down along the rope behind the headboard and took a firm grip
upon it. She slowly she began to pull, putting the full force of her
muscles into it.
	In a few moments she was glad she had gagged him, because he
was screaming. As the rope was pulled, the end running through the
bindings at his wrists, trapped behind his back, began to be stretched
upwards, drawing his wrists up along his spine, causing his back to
arch even more now, half in tension, half in pain. She managed to toss
a look back and saw that his elbows were now jutting almost straight
outwards, and his wrists must almost be lying flat across his spine.
With one more firm effort, she pulled yet again on the rope and the
muffled screaming broke and became deep wracking sobs. Quickly she
looped the rope over the knob at the center of the bedpost and tied it
off, pausing once she had done so to rest a moment, before carefully
stepping down and back to examine her handiwork.
	He was exquisit... almost a work of art.... every muscle was
pulled to it's limits and trembling. Now any move he made would be an
agony of pulling and stretching. His arms were drawn up tightly behind
him, his back bowed out as if it might snap at any moment, his legs
folded and trapped, pinned to the footboard. He was beyond helpless.
He was in torture for her pleasure. He was so beautiful in his agony
for her.
	And, most exciting for her, there was his ass, open and
avialable for her use. And she decided not to wait to use that sweet,
virginity, until later. She would use it soon, as soon as his body was
fully prepared for her.
	She scooped up the nipple clamps and stepped up beside the
bed, reaching down to fondle and tease his tiny pink buds until the
rose to tightness, then slipped the clamps onto them, causing his now
constant moans to be punctuated with a dull squeal of surprise as each
one captured that sensitive flesh. She took a long piece of string and
tied it quickly to the chain that joined the clamps and threaded it
through the cockring that still surrounded his now throbbing and
engorged genitals, pulling it snug and watching as his nipples began
to stretch. She pulled it just tight enough so that she knew any
additional stretching would be unendurable, and then tied it off,
locking his cock to his nipples and tormenting them both.
	She moved quickly now, almost frantic, driven by her lust,
sweeping the clothespins off the dresser and beginning to apply them,
one by one, to his balls and his cock, each one eliciting a dull
squeal of protest and shock from his gagged throat, which in turn
caused a shudder, which pulled his nipples, which drew another
shudder....
	What a magnificent machine I've built, she thought. She
wondered how long it would run in deep twitches and pain and surrender
if she simply flicked the chain on his nipples to get it started.
Would it shudder and sob all night for her? She was half tempted to
try it, but her raw, dripping excitement got the better of her and she
quickly mounted the bed, swinging her leg over until she was kneeling
over his shoulders.
	She reached behind his head and found the snap on the
gag-strap, pulled it free and drew the ball from his mouth. He gasped
and began to moan loudly now, but before he could draw in his second
full breath, she slid up, slipped and hand under his head, pulled it
up and drove her dripping pussy against his open, trembling, startled
lips.
	"Suck me, slut. Fuck me with your mouth" she growled, and
began to roll her hips. Even as her lust began to rise up, she felt
his tongue slip out and stab into her pussy, before dragging up and
finding her clit, beginning to stroke her with a ferver that only pain
and worship can provide.
	She rode his mouth, hard and deep, raping it with the abandon
of unbridled lust, her voice gasping out as she did so...
	"Are you my slut? Do I own you? Can I fuck you any time I
want? Are you my slut whore bitch pussy cunt-licker slave? Fuck me,
you bitch whore. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me, my beauty, my slave, my own
bitch lover..."
	And with each harshly growled question he moaned, making her
gyrating cunt vibrate with his devotion. And then she was cumming,
grinding down hard against his face, and she could feel her fluids
squeezing into his mouth.
	"Swallow, you cunt slut bitch. Drink by cunt, slave. Oh God,
yes, my precious whore, my cock, my virgin ass", and wished she could
drown him in her cumming....
	The shuddering passed from her, replaced by a light tingling
along every inch of her skin that burned deep inside her and then she
sighed in satisfaction and love, reaching down to lightly brush his
hair.
	"Are you my slut" she whispered, and from beneath her he
answered with a low moan and fresh, gentle stroking of his tongue
across her clit.... and at last, she was beginning to believe him....
	

	She was fucking his ass... slowly, rhythmically raping him,
drawing back her hips and grinding them forward, as the long dildo in
the harnerss buzzed and throbbed deep into him with each stroke. He
was moaning steadily into the gag, his mind totally lost now to her,
his will shattered by her, his spirit transformed by her. He was in a
kind of ecstacy and as she watched him lying before her, his legs
bound up and doubled, his arms tied behind his back, his body rippling
with her every stroke, she knew she owned him now.... his soul was
hers, his surrender was now total.... all the barriers shattered and
gone. He would serve her now, without question... her merely lustful
look would melt him... he was finally, at last, her slave-slut, whose
only job would be to worship her and keep her satisfied and dripping
with lust.
	She casually reached up and scooped his throbbing cock in her
hand, beginning to pump it, slowly, her fingers sliding along the skin
of the shaft. He groaned and rolled his head and she knew he was about
to cum. Just this once, she would allow him to do so without asking
for her permission.
	But from now on, if he failed to beg her for release before
his cock spurted it's milky fluid, she would punish him harshly,
fiendishly....
	But for this one time, she would allow him to cum without her
consent... that was his reward... for all the beautiful pain he had
endured for her sake over the last several hours.
	And she knew that it was far from over.... that she had new
torments to perform on him, to experiment with his flesh and his soul
and his mind....
	Because she had him now and would not let him go.... she was
going to make up for all the lost time since last she released her
darkside... and he would feel and endure it all before she allowed him
to leave... and began preparing for his next surrender to her.
	For that would be his final step... his collaring. And she
would rape him then, before witnesses... and she would have him
service the guests... and she would tie him up and make him the
centerpiece of the celebratory banquet. And in the end, he would
belong to her totally.
	For now, she simply drifted on the sweet music of his moaning,
and the slow, steady fucking of his ass... and the tingle in her own
pussy... and finally.... the twitching and throbbing and spurting of
his cock in her hand....
	
	"Are you my slave-slut" she whispered as the milky fluid
trickled down over her fingers, and she knew he couldn't hear her, and
she knew it didn't matter.... because the answer now was yes.... yes,
he was..... totally.
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