Barbara's Subjugation

Introduction -- This is the second installment to our story. After the first chapter had been submitted, I decided our real life relationship is far more enjoyable to write about than some fictitious characters. The events as they unfold in the first two chapters and all subsequent chapters have either taken place or are in the planning stages of taking place. I had the good fortune of finding the perfect woman who is so secure in herself and her sexuality, she has willingly agreed to serve me as my slave. I know that term, "slave," comes with a great deal of loaded baggage for many people. Do not equate what my slave and I have together as anything coming remotely close to the human trafficking that so many innocents are subjected to. I love my Barbara, and she loves me. All that I do to her is by her consent and desire. For those who read this and consider our relationship sick or twisted, all I can say is you haven't got a fucking clue how intense it is for both of us.

I asked my Barbara to write a short paragraph about our relationship from her perspective. This is what she wanted to tell you:

My name is Barbara, and I belong to Mark. Not like your favorite pair of jeans, or even your beloved first car. I am his as surely as his fingerprints, or the heart that pushes blood through his veins. Sometimes it feels like it's always been that way, but I know in my heart it will be that way from now on. These are our stories. Not just our past, but our future. No matter what the world may throw at us, we will always find our way back to each other. As surely as the sun kisses the ocean each night.

Barbara's Subjugation -- ch 2

Mark walked out to his truck to retrieve his duffle bag as Barbara stepped into her bathroom. Coming back in the bedroom he went about preparing her bed the way he had planned, as he listened to her showering. They had talked extensively about her needs and cravings over the weeks prior to this. She had readily confessed to having needs that made her feel like a freak. He was going to use those needs to push her limits in ways she'd never experienced before.

He pulled two sets of cuffs from his bag and threw them on the bed. Each cuff had a length of rope attached to it with a loop tied at the end of it. He walked around the bed, lacing the loop around each leg of the bed. He then pulled out a number of items, each intended to inflict the degree of pain he knew she needed, and laid them on her dresser, side by side. His favorite instrument he was looking forward to using on her was the four-foot whip he had purchased just for this moment.

Barbara couldn't stop trembling as she washed her hair and showered. She was both terrified and excited for what was to come. She had bared her soul to this man over the months, telling him all her dark needs and cravings. The thought of him using that knowledge against her as he took control of her made her want to crawl out of her skin with fear and excitement. She was glad she had just gotten her pussy waxed. She didn't know if she'd be able to shave herself without cutting herself, she was shaking so bad.

She stepped out of the shower and started drying off when Mark opened the door and stuck his head in. "Let me know when you're almost done. I'll escort you back to bed." He closed the door.

Barbara felt like her knees were going to buckle under her as Mark closed the door. 'Oh fuck! What have I gotten myself into?' She moaned to herself. She'd never known a man who understood her so thoroughly. He had told her about some of her needs that she'd never confessed to any other man, before she'd even hinted at them. It was like she was an open book to him, and he'd read her from cover to cover. He had taken such control of her mind, emotions and desires, she didn't know if she could deny him anything. Even those things she swore she'd never do with a man. She had always hated being called a bitch, slut or whore. Yet she knew that's what she was going to be called and treated as. And it didn't bother her one bit.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror drying her hair, then putting on her make-up. All she could think at that moment was looking her best for this man. "OK!" She said with voice trembling. "I'm done."

Mark opened the door a few seconds later and stepped in the bathroom, laying a handful of things on the sink. He smiled as his eyes roamed up and down her body. He reached out and caressed her magnificent tits. "You really are a gorgeous creature. Now you're mine to do with as I please. No more just talking about it." He pinched her nipples till she gasped from the pain. He just smiled knowing how much she craved this.

"Turn around bitch!"

Barbara did as she was told almost whimpering as she did.

Mark grabbed the metal cuffs he had brought in and bound her hands behind her back. He then reached around her and shoved the ball gag in her mouth, fastening it behind her head. Then he slipped the blindfold over her head. When he had her prepped the way he wanted, he slowly turned her around.

He smiled as he listened to her gasping through the ball-gag, drool starting to run down her chin. He caressed her tits again. "You are one fucking gorgeous bitch!"

Barbara moaned softly at his words and touch.

Then without warning he slapped her right tit with his hand. Barbara jumped and squealed slightly at the sudden sting. "I'm changing the rules of engagement for the day." He said as he slapped her left tit. He began a steady slapping of her tits, alternating between them. "I'm not taking you as my sub. I'm taking you as my slave."

Barbara moaned in resignation at his words. She had talked extensively with him how she'd always craved being turned into a slave for the right man. She knew he was the man she'd been waiting for. Now he was going to claim his property, and she had no resistance in her to object or deny him what he wanted.

He continued to slap her tits as he declared his intentions. "I'm taking ownership of you in every way. Your tits, pussy, mouth, body, all of you, now belong to me. I'm not just going to take your body. I'm going to break whatever is left of your will. Before I leave, I will own you completely, body and mind."

Barbara began to sob as his words registered in her brain. The sting of his relentless slapping of her tits brought her to the realization that his words were not just the idle threats of a man just controlled by his lust. She knew he was going to break her in mind and body.

Mark stopped slapping her tits, reaching for her collar and leash. Drool was dripping off her chin as he placed the collar around her neck and clasped it. He then attached the leash and tugged on it. "Time to take your training to the next level." He taunted her as he led her back into the bedroom.

He positioned her standing in front of the bed, facing him. She was already quite the sight, standing there naked, her hands bound behind her back, her mouth gagged and her eyes blindfolded. Her tits already glowing red from being spanked.

He stepped in front of her and shoved his hand between her legs, curling his fingers inside her gushing pussy. "Spread 'em bitch!" He growled with lust. He knew his lust for her was starting to overtake his own self-control. He was going to have to be careful with what was about to follow.

Barbara sobbed and moaned as she shuffled her feet further apart.

"Further!" He growled.

Barbara obeyed without hesitation. The sting of having her tits spanked mercilessly was now replaced with the sensations of his fingers exploring the walls of her pussy, while he rubbed her swelling clit with his thumb. He continued to rub her clit and finger fuck her till her moans morphed into a squeal and her body shook with orgasmic release.

He smiled to himself as he watched her body respond to his manipulations. He pulled his hand from between her legs as she descended from her orgasm. It was covered in her juices. He pulled the ball-gag from her mouth and kissed her hard. "It's not always going to be about pain baby. Serve me well and I'll give you more pleasure than you ever experienced before." He shoved the ball-gag back in her mouth as she was gasping from the sensations he was forcing on her.

Mark walked over to the dresser and grabbed the flogger he'd brought. He laid it over her shoulder and pulled it across her collar bone, letting it drag across the top of her tits. "Let's have some more fun with these tits of yours."

He began a slow flogging of her tits, alternating between them. Her body jumping with each slap. Occasionally he would pinch one of her nipples with his free hand as he flogged the other tit.

Barbara began to sob. He was pushing her beyond any limits she had experienced before. She had no control over anything he did to her. The more he took control of her, the more she craved it.

He continued to flog her tits, intensifying his strokes slowly till Barbara was sobbing uncontrollably. He then began to work his way down her body, flogging her stomach on his way down to her hips and thighs. He worked the flogger back and forth, striking the inside and outside of her thighs.

Barbara began to scream through her ball-gag as the flogger inched closer and closer to her swollen clit. She knew where this was heading.

Mark changed direction with the flogger without warning, striking her pussy with an upward stroke.

Barbara screamed as she began to sob and shake uncontrollably. Each upward stroke inflicted on her a wave of pain she'd never felt before. Yet within that pain was embedded a level of erotic pleasure she'd never felt before either. She jumped with each upward stroke. Mark flogged her pussy till she lost count. She felt herself slipping into that realm between consciousness and euphoria. She was losing herself to the sensations being forced on her. The mingling of pain and pleasure was so intoxicating, she was finding herself craving it more and more with each strike of the flogger.

But the needs that Barbara had went so much deeper than just pain and pleasure. She needed to feel that exchange of power. That transaction where all control was taken from her at the same time she willingly wanted to give it up. She had longed for this moment her entire adult life. She knew she had finally found that man.

Barbara's drool was running down her chin and dripping on her tits when Mark finally ended spanking her pussy. He guided her back till she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached around her and unlocked her cuffs, then brought her arms to her sides. He then pushed her back till she was laying on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. He lifted her legs till they were almost parallel with her body, then pulled her arms together behind her knees and locked the cuffs on her wrists together again.

He stepped back smiling as he admired her exposed ass, listening to her whimper and sob. He couldn't resist as he reached for her swollen clit and stroked it gently.

Barbara moaned with need as his fingers caressed her overly sensitive. The pleasure. The pain. She was lost in the sensations he was inflicting on her.

"I'm going to take a short break." Mark said chuckling. "I worked up a thirst spanking those cow tits of yours. But before I raid your fridge..." He retrieved a vibrator and a couple lengths of rope from the dresser. He tied the two lengths of rope around her legs and waist, creating an X over her pussy. He then turned the vibrator on and tucked it under the X positioning it directly on her clit.

Barbara squealed, out of control, as the vibrator sent a new wave of sensations coursing through her body. Her body erupted in orgasm within seconds, her waist gyrating as though she were trying to fuck the machine tormenting her.

Mark laughed. "This is too much fun." He smacked her ass. "OK! You have some fun while I go get something to drink." He could almost make-out her pleas as he walked out of the bedroom laughing. He took his time as he found a bottle of beer in the fridge, then looked for something to snack on.

He returned to the bedroom about ten minutes later. Sat down on the bed next to Barbara and enjoyed his drink and snack as he listened to Barbara sobbing, watching her body spasm as wave after wave washed over her. He knew she was begging for it to stop. But he wasn't about to remove the ball-gag or the vibrator quite yet.

Mark stood up, smacking her ass as he did, and walked over to the dresser. He traded his empty bottle for a four foot whip. Walking back to the bed, he bent over and slipped off Barbara's blindfold, then pulled the vibrator out from the rope holding it. After her eyes adjusted he held the whip over her head. "You know what this is, don't you?" He asked taunting her. She had made it quite clear to him in their discussions how much she feared the whip. Yet at the same time it was the thought of having one used on her that excited her beyond her wildest dreams.

Barbara's eyes widened as fear gripped her. Her head began to thrash back and forth as she squealed and screamed through her ball-gag. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't do anything about it. Yet despite the fear that now gripped her, the pain slut in her craved what was about to be inflicted on her.

Mark laid the whip across her upturned ass and pulled it across her cheeks slowly as Barbara began to sob and wail through her gag. He caressed her ass with it for several minutes before raising it above his head. With one fast sweeping motion, he brought the whip down across her upturned cheeks.

Barbara screamed as her body shook from the burning pain. She had fantasized about experiencing this for years. Now that it was here, the pain was more intense then she ever imagined. The pleasure she had been feeling between her legs was now replaced by the burning sting her ass felt.

Mark brought the whip down across her ass a second time. Then a third time. Then a fourth, over and over. Each lash leaving a glowing red streak. After her ass was crisscrossed with multiple lash marks, he slowly worked his way up the back of her thighs, leaving welts with every strike.

Barbara's brain tried to keep up with the pain. But it was too much. As she tried to process it, she slowly slipped into survival mode. She closed her eyes and imagined herself someplace else as the pain continued. She was being taken to that place in her senses where she separated herself from the pain, almost looking down on it like she was having an out of body experience. She'd been pushed this far only once before.

She thought back to that time as her ass and thighs continued to feel Mark's whip. The longer she thought about it, the more the eroticism of the experience came into focus for her. She had always craved being taken with a brutality most women wouldn't understand. There were times she felt like some kind of freak. But the harder she was taken and used, the more brutal the experience, the more she craved it. To call it a "love/hate" relationship would be an understatement.

Mark knew where she was mentally as her screams and grunts slowly morphed into sobs of resignation to her fate. She had told him numerous times what she craved and how she responded to it. He'd never taken a woman with the depth of need Barbara had. She took the label "pain slut" to a whole new level.

He finally laid the whip on the bed next to her. Her ass and thighs just raw meat. Her sobs continued, her face smeared with her make-up from her tears and drool. He stared at her in amazement and lust. He'd never known anyone like her. He also saw her as one of the most gorgeous and erotic creatures he'd ever known. He couldn't decide if he should continue with her assault or call it quits for the day. He unclasped her handcuffs.

Barbara's arms dropped beside her as her legs dropped over the edge of the bed. She had no strength to do anything but lay there and await what came next. The dry quilt coming into contact with her raw ass brought on a new round of stinging pain. She lay there staring up at this man who knew her more deeply than any man before, and now owned her in a way she'd never been owned before.

"Slide up on the bed." He ordered her, pointing to the center of the bed. "We're not done quite yet."

Barbara whimpered as she slowly obeyed, pushing herself up the bed till she lay in the center of it.

Mark reached for her closest hand and stretched it out to her side. "I know how much you crave this." He talked to her as he fastened her cuff to a rope had had attached to the corner of the headboard. "I'm going to give you exactly what you need." He continued as he walked around the bed and attached her other arm to a rope on the other side. After her arms were stretched out to his satisfaction he moved down to the foot of the bed and did the same for each of her legs.

When he was finished he stood at the foot of the bed admiring the sensuality of his slave's body. Barbara had a sexual appetite unlike any woman he had ever had. She not only had a great body with nice big tits. She knew how to use what she had in pleasing a man. Barbara was that rare gem, and he wasn't about to let her get away. Her marriage was just a legal technicality as far as he was concerned. He knew he owned her mind and body now, and he wasn't about to relinquish that ownership.

He walked around the side of the bed and knelt on it as he reached for the ball-gag, removing it from her mouth and from around her head. He crawled up on the bed until his face was hovering over Barbara's, smiling down at her. "I know how badly you need this. You are a freak. But that's ok with me. Now you're my freak." He started to caress her tits, his hand roaming down her stomach till he slipped his finger in her pussy. "I'm going to feed that need within you. And you're going to serve me however I tell you."

Barbara stared up at him, her face streaked with tears. The burning pain emanating from her ass and thighs was now being mingled with the pleasure of his light touch on her clit. She moaned softly as their eyes stayed locked on each other. "Please no more!" She begged softly. She sounded more like a small child than a woman.

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly as his hand continued to massage her clit and pussy. Barbara moaned into his mouth. His lips trailed down her neck till he reached her tits. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

Barbara's body arched up off the bed as he slipped his middle finger in her pussy, searching for her G-spot. "Ooohhh fuck!" She moaned softly.

Mark intensified his efforts. Teasing her nipple and pussy as his hand massaged her clit.

Barbara lost herself in the sensations. She began to gyrate her hips, trying to get more of his hand inside her. Without realizing it she began to beg him not to stop. "Please don't stop! Ooohhh! Please don't stop!"

Mark pulled off her tit laughing. "Would you make up your mind! Stop! Don't stop! Stop! Don't stop!" He twirled his finger inside her pussy as he taunted her. "I know what you need. I'll play with you as long as I want to, and you'll respond just the way I want you to."

Barbara responded just as he knew she would. She arched her back pushing her pussy up into his hand as she moaned her approval. Her brain was in a fog. She heard him taunting her. But it didn't really register in her mind. He was controlling her body and she had no willpower or desire to stop him. She knew before he was done with her, she would be enslaved to his touch, his voice, his will. And she would have no one to blame but herself as she gave herself over to him voluntarily. She was an addict, and he was her crack cocaine.

Mark rolled off the bed and retrieved his next instrument of torture from the dresser. He'd been searching for just the right toy. He'd found it in a rabbit that could be controlled remotely with his phone. He walked back to the bed smiling as he held the rabbit up for Barbara to see. "This, my sweet bitch, is going to bring me a lot of entertainment in the months ahead."