Message-ID: <44243asstr$1063098606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [muzexia@hotmail.com] From: "John Z" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Sep 2003 02:16:49.0449 (UTC) FILETIME=[6D110190:01C37678] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 08 Sep 2003 22:16:49 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Erica's New Life Chapter 1 by Master Z (MF D/s humil NC) Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2003 05:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw Erica's New Life - Chapter 1 - by Master Z It wasn't like I was looking for it or anything. I mean I guess I was looking for something, anything to break me free from my own prison and give meaning to my life. I didn't really know what I was looking for, and what I found wasn't at all what I expected but it certainly gave new meaning to my life. It redefined who I am (who I was) and in the process made me discover things about myself that I didn't realize even existed. I was with my boyfriend when I first saw him. He was in the parking lot where I waited in my boyfriend's Mazda. There wasn't anything particularly striking about him, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Maybe I was daydreaming while my eyes followed his relaxed walk through the sea of cars. I liked the whole picture I guess; the mirror sunglasses, army green t-shirt, faded brown shorts with a black leather weave belt, and sandals that were too big for his feet. I started to snap out of it when I noticed him coming closer to where I was parked. He pulled something out of his pocket and the piercing beep of a car alarm shutting off startled me and I flinched noticeably. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or not with the sunglasses but I felt a little freaked out as he slowly approached. I wanted to roll up the window and lock the doors but I felt so foolish. After what seemed like forever he was right next to me, opening the passenger door to a blue SUV, and he put a small bag on the floor inside. Then he disappeared from view, leaving the passenger door of his SUV open. I stared out the windshield, letting my mind wander again. "Could you do me a favor?" came a relaxed, deep voice that defied a young looking face. A sunglass-adorning young man with a half smile and a questioning eyebrow was leaning against my open window. After a few seconds I regained my composure. "Uh, sure, I guess. I mean what do you need?" "Could you give me directions to the Hilton?" And I started to explain the directions, pointing out highways and landmarks from where I sat but he seemed unsatisfied, as he looked around towards the noisy highways and underpasses. Maybe he was just confused, but I felt like I let him down, and for some reason that made me feel inadequate. Already I needed his approval. Against my better judgement, I got out of the little piece of shit car and stood next to his shiny new SUV to point out the directions more clearly. I glanced at him a few times as he stared through a mask of sunglasses out into the distance. Grey hairs formed an uneven network in his otherwise dark brown hair, and his persed lips gave an air of confidence. I realized he was probably considerably older than my 22 years. I was about to return to my boyfriend's car when this young/old man walked around me and blocked my ability to do so. His passenger door was still open, strangely inviting. "Get in, " he said. "Wh- what?" I acted more nervous than I was. I was scared of course. More scared of the fact that I wanted to obey than scared of what could happen to me. "Get in, " he repeated in a friendly yet impatient tone, and he squeezed the side of my body in such a way that I giggled in spite of myself. I got in and he shut the door. I expected the door handle to be missing, but it was there, fully intact, still unlocked. I could have left right then and there, and ran into the shops or screamed for help, but for some reason I just stayed put while he got in the driver's side and we drove away, heading nowhere near the directions I had given him. He didn't say much as we drove. I asked him where we were going and all I got was, "You'll see." I didn't feel like there was any immediate harm going to come to me; there seemed to be no weapons, and he really hadn't forced me to go with him. I had chosen to do so willingly. Which worried me at that moment: how would I explain a kidnapping if.... but then I didn't allow my thoughts to go any further in that direction. "You know, you could try making me feel comfortable here," I said in slight irritation. "Shhh," was the response and he took off his sunglasses and looked into my eyes. Once again I saw that mix of youthfulness and experience in his deep brown eyes. "Just relax," he said. I didn't relax much, but I did feel an incredible sensation of freedom from boredom and unhappiness that I had been living with for years now. An adventure! My heart raced. Oh my god I was scared shitless. What was I doing? I was afraid to look at him so I just stared out the window. But I had to look when I heard the familiar sound of a lighter. At first I just assumed it was a cigarette but within seconds I realized it was a joint. He took a deep hit and passed it to me. I clutched it in my fingers, and without really debating myself I took several hits before passing it back. It tasted different, sweeter, stronger, something. It's effects were immediate, and I was already feeling dazed. It must have been enhancing my current sense of disorientation. In a flash the joint was in my fingers again and it was as if he hadn't taken a hit. But I liked that my feelings of fear were being replaced by a dreamy calm, so I inhaled again like I needed that smoke to survive. As the darkness of night crawled in across the sky, the SUV drove further away from civilization and soon we were pulling up to a black, old looking gate. The gate opened, apparently by remote control, and we continued onto a driveway to a large house surrounded by foreboding trees. I started to feel dizzy and I looked at him, barely managing to say, "Where are we?" He smiled evilly and said, "We're home." I wanted to run but I could barely move. I opened the door and stumbled out; my attempt at running was more like a staggering zombie. He seemed to expect this and was right there waiting for me to fall into his arms. The last thing I remember before passing out completely was his dark, deep voice speaking directly into my brain: "You're mine now." I was falling. Infinitely falling over huge rolling hills and lakes way below me that never seemed to get close enough for me to land on. It was an incredible feeling; rushing wind, my heart beating in my ears, uncontrollable speed, like gravity no longer existed. Then it was cloudy. I felt my eyelids flutter and the world and gravity caught up to me all at once. I kept my eyes shut and tried to surmise the position of my body. I was lying down. Simple movements were impossible. My eyes snapped open. My head lurched forward as I tried to get up and I realized I was standing, tied with my back to a post, sturdy rope wrapped around all my limbs several times over. My sandals had been removed from my feet. I looked around the dim room, taking note of the gothic Victorian vibe of fancy wood trimmings and ornamental candleholders stuffed with lit, dripping candles. There was a lavish patterned rug that filled the room. The furniture, however, was all contemporary, as was the artwork on the walls. There was a single wooden door on the other side of the room. Before I had time to think straight, I heard footsteps. The door opened, and soon he was standing in front of me, undoing my ropes. I wanted to start screaming at him, to start demanding answers and freedom, but he was earnestly undoing my binds and I figured it was best to keep silent. But then he stopped and gently touched my face. His dark brown eyes looked into my soul and I had to turn my head away. He spoke. "If I undo these binds you're not going to try to run are you?" After a pause, I shook my head slightly, facing the ground. "I'll be very disappointed if you do. And I will stop you, and in the off chance that I don't, the dogs outside will." And he paused for dramatic effect. "Then there's the gate that surrounds the place." I knew there was nothing I could do. I was afraid for my life now and no matter what - I had to succumb to his wishes. Even if it meant letting him have his way with me. With my body. Sexually. I started to think, well at least he's good looking. I could have been kidnapped by much worse. But that's no justification! I was instantly ashamed at my own thoughts. I hadn't realized that he had resumed undoing my bondage and now my body was free. I just stood there staring at the floor, awaiting my fate. He took me by my hand and led me to the center of the room, where there was just the center of the thick rug and no furniture. My thin, lanky body caused faint dancing shadows in the light of the many candles. "Take off your clothes," he said simply. And right when he said it, I really wanted to. I really wanted to obey this man who was both creepy and sexy. He wasn't mean to me, and he was giving me attention. I know it sounds pathetic but these two things were both more than I had received from any guy even half worthwhile in years. He repeated himself, more sternly this time, "Take off... your clothes, right now." But I couldn't do it. "Please don't..." I began. And I started to cry. He walked back over to where I had been bound and picked something up. "Please don't make me do that," I said, sobbing softly. Half the reason I was crying was disappointment in myself, in my inability to follow a simple order, one that really wasn't so bad, one that I wanted to follow. I felt my arms pulled behind me roughly while he tied them together. "There's another way we can do this," he muttered. And he stood in front of me with scissors. I immediately tensed up, tears still streaming down my face. "Relax, " he said with a sly half smile, "this won't hurt at all." And with that he pulled the fabric of my shirt forward at one breast and cut the fabric with the scissors, then repeated the action with the other side, leaving holes in my shirt where my tits are, exposing my small breasts. He must have known that I wasn't wearing a bra; I never do. I kept my head down and continued to weep at my situation and my confusion. My nipples were embarrassinly hard, exposed and pointing towards him. He started to touch my nipples so gently and sensually that my crying subsided. I felt another hand push the hair out of my face and wipe away some of the tears. The hand on my nipples felt good and I didn't want it too and I tried to put it out of my mind. He kissed my face and massaged my breasts and it felt so nice that I was enjoying it in spite of myself. Then we kissed long and passionately, like long lost lovers or something. I felt like a girl in a trashy romance novel and I was so full of emotion that I just wanted him to continue. But he stopped for some reason, leaving me wanting more, and he walked out of the room. Damn him! He made me want to have sex with him and then held it back! He had shut the door behind him and I didn't feel like exploring, especially with my hands literally tied behind my back. I was horny now and I didn't know what to do. I walked over to a couch and lied down awkwardly on it. Soon I was fast asleep. I awoke to sunlight streaming in through a few narrow windows. I turned my head and he was standing there, eating a donut. "I bet you're hungry." I was famished. Never before had a donut looked so heavenly. "Stand," he commanded. I stood up and became self conscious, trying to turn my body around so he couldn't see my tits poking through the crude holes in my shirt. He finished the donut. "If you expect to eat," he said evenly, "then take off your clothes without my help." I didn't have to think about it this time. I needed food and getting naked was not a problem at this point. He undid the binds on my wrists and I started to get to work. "No!" he said sternly, "Do it SLOWLY." So I started to take my shirt off and he stopped me once more with "Face me!" Feeling stupid, I turned towards him and slowly pulled the ruined shirt over my head, exposing my small but shapely breasts to him completely. I let it drop to the ground and started to undo my jeans. I blushed when I had to pull them down slowly around my legs, letting my boobs droop down. I stepped out of those and paused at taking off my panties. He walked up right next to me and put his hand down my panties and slid his fingers along my pussy. I shut my eyes in shame. It felt electric when he touched me there. All this sexual tension, and danger, and arousal. We both realized that I was very wet. "You're soaking through your little panties, aren't you?" And I was so humiliated and turned on by his crudeness. He took his hand out and rubbed the moisture along one of my hard nipples, which also felt so much better than I cared to admit to myself at the time. He then pinched my nipple and pulled it painfully to which I gave an irritated, "Ow!" Then he slapped my face. "Did I say you could yelp in pain?" I was shocked into submission by his swift slap to my cheek, "N- No...I'm - I'm sorry," I stammered. "You listen to me, slut. You do as I say all the time from now on, understand?" "Y- Yes, of course I" "Say `yes, master.'" "Yes... Master." "That's better. I was pulling on your nipple for a reason. You have to be punished for being sexually aroused." And he put his hand over the thin material of my panties, rubbing at my shaved pussy, and it felt incredible. I couldn't possibly help but be turned on, what did he expect me to do? I tried not to squirm. "I can feel how wet you are through your panties. You were soaked before I even started touching you." He pulled his hand away and put his fingers up to his nose to breath in the scent of my arousal, as if to verify it's truth. "Does this turn you on, slut?" he asked, "Do you like being humiliated and forced to expose your naked body?" I was too afraid to answer, too afraid of getting my face slapped again, but I thought about how I WAS turned on by these embarassing rituals, and I had never imagined that I could get so horny from being subjected to this kind of humiliation. "Are you some kind of freak getting off on your own humiliation? Huh? Is that it?" he continued to taunt me. And he must have been right. I am some kind of freak to be so turned on by the man who kidnapped me and now was using my sexuality for his own pleasure. What was wrong with me? Dammit, I didn't want to be wet, I wanted to be calling the cops, or a lawyer, or just in a hot tub without any of this ever happening. "I think you are enjoying this," and now he was behind me massaging my ass cheeks slowly but in broad circular motions. The soft flesh was pushing against and pulling at my sensitive pussy, and a tiny moan escaped my lips. Dammit! I was so frustrated with myself. I could feel my face getting hot from a combination of anger, embarrassment, and arousal. He let go and walked a few steps away from me. "Take off your underwear," he barked, "Slowly. And turn around. I want to watch your ass while you strip off the last bit of your modesty." The way he put it made me blush furiously. He threw a donut out into the corner of the room and said, "If you do it right, you can eat." My stomach craved that donut and my mouth watered. I turned around and pulled my sticky panties down my thighs, bending over slowly, afraid to expose my pussy and ass to him like this. "Stick your ass out more bitch." I tried to stick my shapely little ass out more as the panties reached my ankles but he said, "That's not good enough. You can't have that donut." And in a fit of desperation I bent over even more, fully exposing my pussy and my asshole to his discerning eyes. I felt my wetness dripping down my thighs. My god, I hope he doesn't notice. I really shouldn't be getting so sexually excited but I just can't help it. I started to stand up straight. "Did I say you could stand up yet?" Oh no, he's not going to feed me. I bent back down. "Did I say you should bend back down?" He said more angrily. Dammit, I couldn't win! I just stayed in that position, unsure of what to do until I received orders. Then I could feel him right behind me and - SMACK - a loud spanking on my bare ass. SMACK, again, and then a few more. Each one stung more than the one before it. "You're a very bad girl, and you don't get to have the donut!" Then he ordered me to stand up and face him. I turned around, blushing at having to look at him while being fully nude now, my nipples like little diamond cutters, and my shaved glistening pussy, all in full view. My ass burned from the recent abuse, and I was strangely aroused from getting spanked so roughly and while in such an uncompromising position. Literally and figuratively. "Get your ass on the floor, slave." I obeyed immediately, feeling the soft, cool rug soothing my warm butt cheeks. "Spread your legs," he said calmly, sitting on the couch. I spread my legs so that my pussy was fully exposed towards his direction, thinking that would please him the most. "Spread them all the way, slut," he said slightly irritated. I guess in my involuntary modesty I hadn't really spread my legs as far as I could have, so I spread them more. I could feel my pussy lips slipping open slowly from the pressure, my clit pulsing at even just the slightest draft of air. I struggled to maintain myself, partially aware and frustrated that having to assume such a sexual position in front of a near stranger like this was to blame for my intense arousal. I leaned back on my arms, while my bare feet touched together, leaving my legs spread far and wide. "Look at me," he said. I had been keeping my gaze mostly averted during this time and with much difficulty I looked up into his face. I couldn't deny that he was hot. I almost wish he wasn't so I wouldn't have any more reasons than I already had to be getting off on this. He stood up holding a pillow and walked behind me. "Lean back and put your head on this pillow." He dropped the pillow on the rug and I did as commanded. He returned to his command post on the couch and said, "Don't take your eyes off of me while you masturbate." It took a few seconds to register. His voice kept echoing in my mind: "...while you masturbate." He leaned back in the couch and I didn't want to get hit on any of my cheeks again so I made an executive decision to start masturbating. While looking at him. I ventured a risky question: "Master, " I began meekly, "Do you want me to ...." And I didn't know how to ask. I was afraid to say `pussy', or even `breasts.' My god here I was completely naked and spread eagle in some guy's house about to masturbate for him and I couldn't even say `breasts.' Luckily he finished for me: "I want you to play with your tits and nipples for a little while and then play with your pussy like you would if you were alone." I felt like a bad porn actress while I rubbed my breasts slowly and methodically, occassionally pulling on my nipples. I tried to maintain my gaze on him as requested. The slow, sensual caressing of my own boobs was getting me hot again and at times I would shut my eyes and lose myself in the moment, forgetting where I was. I circled my nipples and looked at him, starting to feel like I was his concubine, here to serve his sexual needs, whatever they may be. I slid my hands slowly down to my thighs and crossed my hands over my pussy, my left hand touching my right thigh and vice versa. As I got more bold I chanced glances away from his face and towards his crotch area, where I'm sure there was a bulge in his jeans. It turned me on even more to know that I was turning him on, that I was doing a good job. I took my hand and slid it along my slippery slit, and let out a moan. "No moaning!" he said all of a sudden, startling me. As I rubbed my pussy in it's entirety up and down, from my clit to my anus, I struggled to avoid moaning, breathing more and more heavily. My orgasm wasn't going to take long, I could tell. I started to move my fingers rapidly over my clit, in circles, and back and forth. I could feel my orgasm building up from the incredible tension and emotional rollercoaster that was the last two days, and I shut my eyes and... "Stop!" he commanded. And he grabbed my arm and pulled it off my soaked cunt, stopping me just short of orgasm. I stifled a shudder and came back to earth and my predicament. I could smell my pussy, which seemed to be filling the room and I'm sure he could smell it too. I became immediately embarrassed once more but still wanted nothing more than to keeping playing with my clit until I came. "Suck your fingers clean, you fucking whore." And I stuck my fingers in my mouth, tasting myself for the first time really. It wasn't so bad, in fact it was a strong, naughty taste, the taste of my own sexual arousal. "I can't believe you would masturbate for some stranger and almost have an orgasm. What a filthy whore you are." His words both stung and made my pussy ooze fluid onto his rug. He was right, I was a filthy whore and I was in a trance of both shame and arousal because of it. "But you were a good girl for me, once you learned how to obey." His words of praise gave me such a sense of wellbeing. I was flooded with emotion. I had pleased my Master somehow and he was showing his appreciation of my good deeds. I wanted to please him more. I wanted to feel his reward. God I was so fucking horny I would have done anything he asked. "You may go eat the donut off the floor." My hunger erased all other feelings and I scrambled up to go get the donut. I scurried over to it and picked it up off the floor. "Eat it off the floor!" He repeated impatiently. "Get on your hands and knees and eat it off the floor!" I dropped down to the floor and got on my elbows and knees, exposing my anus and pussy to my Master while I devoured the donut, hands to my face like a hungry animal. He walked over towards me. "From now on you will remain naked. You will stay on your knees at all times like the horny little fuck slut you are. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," I said with a mouthful. End of Chapter 1 ~Master Z~ _________________________________________________________________ Get a FREE computer virus scan online from McAfee. http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+