Message-ID: <11889eli$9806051050@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession, 2/? - Wife D/s Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35775abc.3732186@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Well, a couple of people said they thought part one was pretty nice, so here's part two... more will follow, of course... Time of Possession part two by MarArch They sat on opposite sides of the dining room table, a profound silence surrounding them. It had only been minutes before that Ralph had caught Debra standing naked in their bedroom, legs spread wide, looking back over her shoulder into the full length mirror and stroking her clit at the sight of her red and punished buttocks and back. When she had noticed him standing in the doorway and turned, startled, he saw that her pubic hair had been shaved off. Now they sat in silence, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, she huddled in her bathrobe, eyes downcast. "Why" he finally said, his voice low and even. She sighed and began to speak, hesitantly at first, then with growing steadiness. She supposed, she told him, that it had begun when they had gotten the computer serveral months earlier. She had gone on-line, surfed the internet and been utterly enthralled by the wide range of things that were there. Eventually she discovered the ability to "chat" and took to spending a lot of her on-line time conversing with various people or simply watching the conversations and relationships in various rooms. One night she had stumbled across a game of Truth or Dare, and got to playing with some man, teasing and flirting, trying to be intelligent and at the same time sexy in her answers, just for fun. One question he asked turned out to be for her to describe her most erotic sexual fantasy. She had described a wild sexual encounter that she had often thought about and sometimes even masterbated to, where she was a helpless slave and was used, sexually, by some powerful man. That's when he had contacted her for the first time. He was simply watching the events in the room in silence, and when he saw that answer he thought that perhaps they should talk about it. At first she was reluctant, but he seemed intelligent, kind and patient, so instead they merely conversed, finding out little things about each other. She discovered that he lived rather close by, no more than an hour away, was not married and other mundane facts about him, as he learned some small things about her that she was willing to share with a complete stranger, even one as thoughtful and patient as he. This went on for several conversations, until eventually she one evening asked him if he was still willing to discuss what she had said during that little game. He explained that he would be more than happy to. That he was quite knowledgable about such things, was in fact a Dominant and had been for some years. Somehow this fascinated her, appealing to something deep within her that she didn't really understand. She began to ask him questions which he answered openly and honestly. And the more they talked, the more excited and fascinated she became. At one point, she told Ralph, she had considered discussing these feelings with him, but he was so sweet and gentle she knew he wouldn't know much about them. She loved him dearly, but it simply wasn't in his nature to provide the knowledge she was seeking. Even as he heard her state this Ralph realized it was true. He simply didn't have it in him to engage in such activities, though for her happiness he might have tried. But in the end he realized it would have been a disastrous failure. Then one night, she continued, almost out of the blue, her on-line friend suddenly began telling her to do things... to remove her panties and begin touching herself. She was a little startled at first but then she found herself obeying him. The result was that he caused her to orgasm... to cum, as she said he prefered she call it. She was unnerved, confused, but also intrigued and very turned on by the entire event. He was going out of town for business so she hadn't spoken to him for some days after that incident, but when he returned they had done it again, almost immediately upon connecting. And she found that it felt natural, easy and very arousing. That's when things began to change, she told Ralph. After that he told her to call him "Sir", which she did, feeling a little rush and shiver each time she did so. He began teasing her when they would chat, or sometimes sending her e-mail with little instructions to do sexual things, such as masterbate at her office or go without panties. Within a week, she had sent him her phone number at the office and he had called. He had a deep, smooth, velvet voice and had made her cum right there, just from the sound of it and the thrilling images he had spun in her mind, as she sat behind her desk, her legs spread wide, fingering herself. Finally, just a few days ago, he had told her that he wanted to meet her, face to face. She had experienced a brief moment of panic, but also felt naturally drawn to agree to this, particularly since he assured her it would only be for dinner and in a very public place. For some reason she trusted him and knew in her heart he wouldn't go too far. And so, Debra told Ralph, she had gone to meet him. That had been last night. "And..?" Ralph said, his voice choking slightly, unable to look her in the eye. Debra explained that they had met at a very nice restaurant. When she had arrived he was already there, sitting casually in a back booth, smiling at her. The booth was one of the corner kind composed of a long curve and she slid in, settling a few feet from him. At first she hadn't known what to say, her whole body a bundle of nerves, but he was gentle, kind and soothing, coaxing her into conversation with gentle questions and warm smiles. She began to relax and soon was chatting away, only occasionally finding her voice faultering whenever she'd look and see his eyes glistening deeply into her own. When he gazed at her, it seemed like he was feeding something magical into her mind. After dinner they sat and continued to talk for a while, and then he had turned to conversation to her newly roused interest. He explained a lot to her, patiently and carefully, about how it is between Dominants and submissives, between Masters and slaves. The joys, the rewards, the intensity of it and the overwhelming power of the sensations and feelings. As he talked she could feel herself responding, her sex moistening as the things he explained flooded her mind. Finally, suddenly, he had asked her if she was aroused by such thoughts. With a deep blush she had said she was. He had smiled and told her to slide over next to him so he could see. She had drawn in a deep breath and complied, moving over in the booth until her thigh was pressing against his. He had gently laid his hand on her knee, stroking it lightly and she had shuddered, glancing nervously around to see if anyone was noticing. He had told her to ignore everyone else and to focus only on him, which she did. And amazingly the nervousness died away. Then, with his eyes holding hers, he had told her to part her legs. She had done it almost automatically, unthinking, because it had felt so right. His hand had slipped up the inside of her thigh and she felt his soft, smooth fingers brush against her wet sex. He had instructed her not to wear any panties and even as she felt the deep, sweet shudder of pleasure from his touch she had hoped he was pleased that she had obeyed. He did not stroke her for more than a moment before his hand slipped away and he smiled at her. He then asked her to seriously consider if she would like to experience in reality some of the things they had talked about. She was trembling with excitement and nervousness and managed only to nod sharply. At last he paid the check and took her arm, guiding her back outside to where her car was parked. When they reached it she had turned to face him, unsure of what to expect. He had smoothly taken her hands and leaned down to kiss her, and she felt her arms being folded behind her back by his firm but gentle grip just as their lips touched. She had thought at that moment that her knees would give out but she felt him gather both her wrists in one of his strong hands, pressing them against her spine, and a moment later, even while his lips parted against hers and she tasted his warm, wet tongue slip into her mouth, his free hand came down upon her buttocks, hard and firm. She had cried out, but the ripples of heat and the slight sting that had flashed through her sent her mind reeling and she found herself melting against his body, her thighs parting to surround his, her sex pressing against him, his hard cock bulging against her hip. He had spanked her firmly as they stood there, in the gloom of the parking lot, his hand gripping her wrists behind her back, her lips open and drinking from his, suckling his tongue in her mouth and very quickly she began to orgasm... to cum. She had pulled back her head to gasp, and he had told her to say what was happening. She had breathed through the fog of pleasure "Sir, I'm cumming" even as the heat flashed through her entire body. After the rippling waves had begun to subside he had stood, holding her, her arms still pinned behind her, her face resting on his chest. Then, when she had recovered, he had gently eased her into her car and bent down to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek, whispering in her ear what a wonderful slave she would make and finished with a forceful "think about what I said" before he had turned and moved away, leaving her gasping in the car. Eventually she had driven home, her entire body trembling the entire way. Debra sat silently for a long moment, her eyes cast down, unsure of whether to be ashamed or relieved at having confessed. "Go on" Ralph had croaked quietly. The following morning... this morning... she had been to confused and overwhelmed by the events of last night to think about going to work. Instead she felt compelled to sign on and write him an email. Even while she was composing it, he appeared and they began to talk. Very quickly he had asked if she had thought about what he had said and she suddenly felt herself longing for it to happen. He had told her that he wanted her to come over to his home that very morning. For a split second she was flooded with guilt, fear and confusion but she had found herself agreeing immediately. She had quickly dressed and gone. At his home, which was large, sprawling and very expensive, he had ushered her into the livingroom and immediately turned to her, drilling her with those blazing coal eyes of his. He instructed her to strip. She had done so. He had then led her to the bedroom where he had tied her face up on the large, strudy canopy bed in a spread eagle position and proceded to tease and torment her for the next hour with his delicate touch, driving her to complete distraction. Once she was quivering with sexual need, he retied her face down and introduced her to sexual spanking and given her the first taste of a flogger. All the while he had spoken to her in a low, soothing voice and when he had told her to cum, in the midst of the flogging, she had experienced a shattering orgasm that had left her weeping and totally spent. Most amazing, she had not at that moment been stroked in a sexual way. It was almost as if the very sound of his voice and her willingness to obey him had caused her body to respond. He had then re-tied her face up once more and introduced her to a pair of nipple clamps which looked like long tweezers. When they had pinched tightly on her hard, throbbing nipples the rush of sensations, not quite pain, not quite pleasure, had been unlike anything she had ever experienced before. While she lay there moaning and writhing, he had asked her if she wanted to continue her exploration of this new world of sensations and feelings. She had automatically agreed, her mind now awash in a sea of overwhelming thoughts and feeling. He had said that she should, in that case, be shaved, pubicly. Without even thinking or considering what that would mean she had agreed. He had spent the next half hour carefully and gently shaving her pussy, as he prefers that she refer to it from now on, and as he finished, he used a fingertip to bring her to another shattering cum. Then he had allowed her to drift off to sleep, still tied to the bed and when she had awakened, he had sent her home. "Did he..." Ralph began, his voice choking "...did he make love to you?" No, Debra said, he didn't. In fact, he hadn't even taken his clothes off. That wasn't what he wanted it seemed to her. What he wanted was to somehow feed off her surrender, to him, to the urges in her own body, to the heat and power he had over her. Ralph asked if she had enjoyed these things that this strange man had done to her. She replied, quietly, her head down, that she had, more than she had ever thought in her sexual fantasies that she would. But then she looked up at Ralph, a desparate plea and pain in her eyes and asked if he could... would do them for her. For a long moment Ralph stared at her, then his own gaze faultered and he looked away, and they both realized at that moment that he could not. It simply wasn't in him to do such things, not even to provide her with the pleasure she now realized she so desparately longed for and needed, perhaps unknowingly her whole life. They sat in silence for a long moment before Ralph sighed. "So. What now" he said. "I - " Debra hesitated, biting her lower lip, then in a rush "I have to see him again. I promised." Ralph simply nodded, slowly, thoughtfully. "When" he asked. "Tonight" she replied. She looked up at her husband, her eyes wet with confusion and pain. "I love you. You know that. But I need this. God, you can't know how much I need this right now." Ralph sighed and nodded again. "I guess you do." "Do you want a divorce" she asked levelly. "No, of course not. I just wish...." "What. What do you wish, my love." Ralph looked at her. "I wish I was capable of providing it, that's all." Somehow they both knew at that moment that, depite the fact that they loved each other, she was about to embark on a journey that he would not be able to take with her. It made him sad, but at the same time the thought of her undergoing strange, dark, mysterious things that stabbed so deeply into her mind and heart and body caused his own lust to stir and even as he sat there he could feel his cock beginning to stir and ache. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----