Message-ID: <749eli$9705091733@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: Possession, part 1 - Femdom, bond., cons. F/m Possession, part One He was trembling as he stood on her doorstep, feeling a whirlwind of sensations on his body and deep in his soul. He could been the cockring surrounding his most vulnerable parts and the soft, satinly brush of the tiny, sheer briefs that cupped the captured member.. and the training collar around his throat. It was finally going to happen, he thought... after all this time... all the teasing, all the aching.... he was going to finally be totally possessed by her, body and soul... and he trembled deeply at the thought. They had last seen each other at the club, and although the touch of her nails, dragging across his skin, the feel of her whip-handle pressing against his virgin opening had driven him half-mad, the strictness of the venue had prevented them from any consummation. There would be no such restrictions now... no safewords, nothing to bridle her lust in any way. The thought terrified and thrilled him all at once, as if some giant step in his life was about to be made. He knocked on the door and drew in a deep breath, waiting, thinking that he might explode at any second... The inner door swung open and for an instant he saw the joy in her eyes, the pure satisfaction.... and then, just as suddenly, the "look" desended and he knew she was slipping into that mind that wanted nothing more than to burn him to his core and devour the charred remains. She pushed on the screen door. "Come in" she said, her voice bearing that strange and wondrous edge it got when her lust flaired up. He stepped into the livingroom, and the feeling welled up in him to sweep her into his arms and enjoy her lips, her tongue, her desire... But she moved to close the door behind him, and slipped the locks in place. He felt a rush, as if she was locking him into her possession finally and palpably. Then she turned to him, and looked him up and down, the fire of heat behind her eyes. "Strip" she said huskily. "Now." His fingers trembled as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, practically tearing it open, and letting it fall to a heap at his feet. He reached for his belt and pulled it open, even as she moved to the bedroom and scooped the piece of coiled rope from the desk, returning just as he kicked away his pants and stood for a moment, letting her see that he had followed her direction in his undergarment, before he quickly slipped those off as well and kicked them asside. "Kneel" she said, her voice low and urgent. He sank to his knees and pushed them wide apart, as she had told him to, quickly raising his arms and clasping his fingers behind his neck, presenting himself to her. She stood looking down at him, and he watched in awe as she began to undo the button of her jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down... "Who owns you" she said. "You, Domina". "Who owns your cock" "You, Domina" "And I can do anything I want to you?" as she stepped from her jeans and kicked them aside. "Yes, Domina, please." She slid a hand between her legs and the scent of her lust flooded his nostrils, as her finger slipped into her sex. "I"m going to fuck you, slave" she said, her voice almost dreamy. "Yes, Domina" "I'm going to rape your ass" "Yes, Domina" he chocked, his voice wavering at the thought. "But not yet. Stand up." He rose to his feet, practically springing up. "Turn around, and put your hands behind you." He obeyed turning his back on her and lowering his arms until they crossed at the wrist just over his lower spine. Suddenly he felt the sting of her hand, hard, on his ass, and he cried out at the spank. An instant later, the hand was gently rubbing the wounded flesh. "I'm going to be very cruel with you". He was unable to answer, choking on the overwhelming feelings that flooded him, merely nodding his consent. And then he felt her binding his wrists together... tightly... trapping him into her slavery. When she was done he could feel her move away from him and the sound of her settling into the couch. "Turn around" she said, her voice a harsh, lusty whisper. He slowly turned, and there she was, half-sitting, half-reclining on the couch, one foot planted on the floor, the other propped up, her legs spread wide, her bare sex naked and glistening with her lust. "Pleasure me, slave" she said simply. "And you'd better be good." His knees almost gave way beneath him, but he sank slowly down and shuffled his way toward her. Slowly he leaned over until his face was an inch from her open and hungry center. Slowly he extended his tongue and let it slip between the folds of her moist sex, until it brushed against her tight, aroused clit. Slowly he began to brush it, back and forth, gently, across the throbbing bud of aroused flesh. But she did not want to wait for such demure service. He felt her suddenly grasp his head on both sides and press him forward, hard, against her sex, drawing him against her with force, as she began to curl her hips beneath him, He gasped at the assault but instantly closed his eyes and responded with stabbings of his tongue deep into her sex furious carresses of her clit. Yet still she pulled him, drew him, roughly, against and into her. Oh my God, he realized, she's raping my mouth.... and he felt that part of him surrender to the commanding need of her lust. It took only a few moments before he could feel her hips jerk sharply and a hiss of lust escape her lips as she came, pulling him to her, searing his lips with her bursting. Then she merely held him, pressed against her for a long moment, before he sense her back curl and felt the hard rake of her nails along his spine which faded to a gentle carress as the fingertips reached his ear. "Oooh, yes, baby...." she whispered, a hint of amusement in her tone, "I needed that. I don't want to rush anything else with you. I want to rape every part of you, nice and slow." She was gently petting his hair, his face still pressed against her sex, lost in her. But suddenly she grabbed his ponytail and pulled his head roughly from her sex as she sat up. "Now, it's time to begin with you, my little slut." She pressed him back as she rose until he was kneeling on his haunches and she was standing before him, reaching down to lightly stroke his cheek and beard. "First, I'm going to punish you, slave. Punish you very hard. Not because I'm angry with you, but so you'll know what will happen if you ever do get me angry. Do you understand?" "Yes, Domina" he whispered, already fallen under her spell. "Good boy" she cooed, and grabbed his beard, pulling steadily up on it, causing him to wince. "Now, stand up" she said. He rose, unsteadily to his feet and she led him into the bedroom. He instantly noticed the objects on the bed.... the coils of rope, the gags, the toys... the whips.... and he gasped, a tiny moan escaping him. She moved to the side of the bed, still holding his beard and sat, pulling him down. "Across my lap, slave" she said, almost matter of factly. He managed to gently drape himself across her lap, his tender, virgin ass presented to her, like a pure field of cloth in the lap of a delicate seamstress. She slowly and gently began to stroke his ass, carressing it with love and tenderness, and he could feel himself begin to relax... but then her hand left him for a long moment and when it returned, it slid straight between his thighs, toward his tender, virgin opening... and it was slick with some kind of lubricant. He moaned deeply and she shhhed him as her fingers swirled around the puckered bud of his opening... then slowly began to probe into him. "Relax, slave... you can't stop it so just enjoy it..." she said, soothingly. And it did feel so amazingly good, as those nerves were touched and stroked, which had been unattended for so long. And then he felt the tip of the plug against his opening and once more he gasped as she slowly, gently and steadily pressed it into him. Though it was small, he felt as if it would tear him to pieces and he whimpered as it's widest part stretched him and then it was nestled deep inside him. "Oh yeah" she said, a trace of awe in her voice, and he could feel her slowly rotate the plug a single time, as if assuring it would stay within him and mark him as hers. "Stand up" she said quietly, and he slowly, with aching difficulty, managed to sink off her lap to his knees on the floor and the push himself up to his feet. She rose and moved around him, taking his elbow and turning him until he was pressed against the footboard of her bed. "Now, don't move, slave" she said and moved back to the side of the bed, scooping up several coils of the rope and the gag, before returning to stand just behind him. "Who owns you" she said, her voice a harsh whisper. "You, Domina." "And I can do anything I want to you?" "Yes, Domina." There was a hesitation, then she almost whispered, half-dreadful, half-hopeful. "Are you sure you don't want a safeword". "No, Domina" he said, forcefully. "Never." He could hear her sigh with relief and then felt her bending down behind him, pressing out one of his legs and skillfully binding it to one leg of the bed. When it was tightly secured, she pressed his other leg out and that one too was quickly and securely bound to the other leg. He was almost splayed now, his legs wide apart, as she quickly untied his hands from behind his back. But even as they came free, she moved around until she was kneeling on the bed before him, drawing his hands forward and tightly lashing his wrists together before him. He saw that the end of the rope trailed to a coil on the bed before him, but his attention was soon captured by her eyes which were dark and cloudy with a kind of magic. "I want you, slave" she said, her voice a sort of drugged monotone, and she raised the gag to his lips. Without prodding he opened his mouth and accepted it, as it pressed his jaw open and she secured it snuggly around his head. "So you don't scream" she whispered, taking the other end of the rope that bound his wrists and trailing it up to the headboard, looping it over the ornate knob at its center and slowly pulling, drawing him forward. At first he merely tensed his thighs and sank over, his arms being drawn up and out, seeking that comfortable position for this binding.... but then, with a shock, he realized that she was drawing hard on the rope, pulling him, stretching him, beyond anything he had ever endured before, as if on a rack of some kind. He moaned in alarm and looked up to see her standing beside the bed, one foot planted firmly against its side as she pulled with all her might on the rope, as a sailor might strain to lift a heavy anchor from the depth. His body was truly stretched now, bent over the footboard of her bed and tense as a bowstring, utterly helpless and vulnerable, in a way he had never in his life been before. He moaned deeply at the sensation... not only the physical conquest of his body to her bindings, but the stretching of his very soul, as if in preparation to be harvested by her. When he thought his flesh could stand no more, he hazily saw her loop the rope over the ornate knob above him and quickly tie it off. He was truly pinned and helpless now, stretched, his muscles already beginning to ache, sended waves of pleasure-pain into him. He struggled to relax as much as he was able, so that he might endure this torment for her pleasure, and was only vaguely aware of her voice drifting through the room. "I told you slave... I have a very dark side" He hung there for a long moment, his mind drifting away into the warm, loving haven of her will... her control of his body and his thoughts.... and it was as if he could see a doorway in the distance of his mind... and knew that through that doorway was his total surrender to her, body and soul... and the doorway was slowly drifting closer with every passing moment, every endured torment... The first rake of her nails on the back of his thighs caused him to cry out behind the gag and tense every muscle that had enough slack to contract the tiniest bit. The sensation rolled through him sending a deep shudder, like an electric charge, into his very core. Then he felt the first, soft, gentle tickling of the flogger as she dangled over his back and drew it down, over his ass, with a feather-light touch. His mind exploded with tingles and throbbing and he whimpered beneath this gentle contact... She played with him for a long moment, lightly tracing the flogger over his exposed skin... causing it to tense and goosebumps to ripple over his flesh... and then, gently at first, she began to strike. The rhythm was slow and even and it was more the shock of the strokes than any pain that caused his body to flinch with each touch of the flogger. But slowly, even before his mind could grasp it, the strokes came sharper, harder, heavier. And then there was one that broke through and screamed at his mind this is pain. His voice had been a low, steady moan but on this stroke it clogged and he cried out into the muffling gag. But the sound only seemed to drive her on, and the next blow was even firmer. And she flogged him... and enjoyed the tension of his flesh with each stroke, the whimpering sobs of his gagged voice, the rippling shudders of his flesh... the very act of conquoring his soul.... And they both felt that moment, when the first piece of his spirit tore lose from somewhere deep inside him.... and surrendered to her... E-mail with comments: MarArch@ix.netcom.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /