I first saw her browsing the aisles in half price books. Actually, I DIDN'T see her. I was kneeling down, looking at Piers Anthony books, deciding if I wanted to re-read the Xanth series. My back was sore, so I stood up and backed up. When I did, I bumped Her.
"Please excuse me, I'm so..... sohh..sohhh" As I turned to apologize, when I saw Her I lost my ability to speak. Her beauty took my breath away.
She was a bit shorter than me, but her curves seemed to invite my eyes to follow their every twist and turn. Her legs were shapely, disappearing underneath a denim skirt. Further up, the curve of her hips were hugged by a t-shirt which barely held back her ample bosom and revealed her perfectly smooth ebony skin. As my eyes met Hers, however, I could see the fury in them, and the sneer on Her lips hit me like a punch in the stomach. Her cheeks were aflame, giving Her a fierce cast, and Her anger was palpable.
She just stared at me as I stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump you" I finally managed to get out of Her way. She continued to stare at me as I squirmed, not quite sure what to do. Finally I asked, "I am so sorry, is there something I can do to make it up to you?"
She stared into my eyes, and I felt Her gaze boring into my soul, weighing, judging, before I could meet Her gaze no longer, and I lowered my eyes.
"That is a good start." She said, as she handed me several books. "Carry these for me. You may follow me around and help me shop."
I smiled. Her voice was like a melody to my ears, caressing them with a gentle touch. I looked up into Her eyes, and the slight smile on Her face turned into a frown when She saw my eyes looking upon her. Instinctively, I looked down again. "Good. Now stand two steps behind me while I look at these books."
I stepped where She indicated, and a shiver went through my body. I stood patiently while She knelt, picking out books, running Her hands along the spines, stopping when She saw something that interested Her. Her nails were perfectly manicured, with a deep red polish that on other people I would call garish but on Her made Her appear more sophisticated, more elegant.
She was obviously younger than me, in Her mid 20's, and a healthy, curved woman. Every move She made was confident, and self assured. I felt like a gangle of loose limbs as I stood there. I saw Her pick up a favorite book of mine. "Oh, that's a good one, you'll like...." I trailed off as Her head slowly swiveled in my direction, and Her gaze made it apparent that my opinion, even my conversation was not desired. "You are here to hold books, not a conversation." With that She went back to Her browsing.
Instinctively, I stayed two steps behind Her as She maneuvered through the stacks, and the two books in my hands turned into ten. She was well read, she had chosen a couple of science fiction novels, but also grabbed a book on Impressionist Art, as well as a book on Freudian versus Jungian methodology, and a book of Odes by Yeats. I noticed a couple of people staring as we made our silent way through the bookstore, but my eyes and thoughts were primarily on Her.
We stopped by the restroom halfway through. "Stay here, and I want you to look at your shoes while you wait." I simply nodded, then put my head down. Even though I had the urge to go, the urge to do as She asked was simply too much for me to handle. My mind was astir, yet all I could see was Her lips in that sneer, and hear Her voice in my head.
Finally, She led me to the checkout line. When it was our turn, She simply said "Bring those outside when you are done," and walked towards the door. I pulled out my wallet and paid, I know the clerk said something to me, but all I could think about was Her, waiting for me outside.
I brought the books with me to the entrance, where She was waiting impatiently. I did not look Her in the eye when I saw Her, but I could see a slight smile curve on Her lips as I looked down in Her presence. "Follow me." We walked to Her car, She would turn back every few steps to see me following, eyes downcast, pacing Her perfectly. She unlocked the trunk of Her car, and I wordlessly put them in the trunk. I was afraid at this point - Afraid she would leave, and I would never see her again. She said "Wait here," closed the trunk, got in her car, rummaged around for a minute or two, then handed me a note. "You are very good at following orders. I want to give you pain. You will be there at 9pm sharp, ready to cry for me." She then turned around, got in her car, and left.
I looked down at the note. It had an address, the time 9pm, and the message "I will punish you and break you. You will feel true pain. Wear shorts and a t-shirt you don't mind losing, and bring another pair of shorts with you. Walk in the garage, kneel in the circle, and wait." A sudden wave of fear, desire, lust, and anticipation went through me.
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I drove to the address, reaching it at 5 minutes to 9pm. It was a house in an average neighborhood. The front porch light was on and the garage door was open. I parked on the street in front, then walked into the garage. The lights inside were off, and there was a circle in the exact middle of the garage. I knelt inside it and waited. Suddenly, I heard the garage door start to close. It came down with an ominous final clunk, and the garage was dark. I heard a voice say "Put your forehead to the floor and close our eyes, then wait." I did so, and after a few moments I heard a door open, and the click of heels on the floor. "Stay still."
A hood was placed over my head, and a strap pulled around the neck. It covered my eyes but my mouth was open. I heard a click as a leash was attached to one of the rings around it. She pulled me up and led me forward. I heard some noises, and then something was attached to each of my wrists, then my arms were spread apart and pulled up above my head. Then something was attached to my ankles, then I felt them being pulled apart so I was spread eagle in a standing position. All this time she maintained silence. I remained silent as well.
"Ahhh my pet. You have made a mistake. You have fucked up. You let me capture you. You see, I am a sadist, and I get off on making you hurt. I get off on making you do things that embarrass, humiliate, or degrade you. And I love it when you beg for me to do it. And beg me you will."
I felt something cold and sharp rub along my arm. "Be quite still, my pet. I do not want you to bleed just yet. We must remove these clothes so I can access every inch of your body." I felt the knife make its slow way across my skin, down my arm to my shirt sleeve. I felt the tug as it began to cut my shirt off. I was glad I was wearing an old t-shirt of mine. I felt vulnerable, exposed standing there, my arms spread out, my legs wide open, while this woman who had barely spoken to me, and I had known for less than 4 hours, was about to do pretty much whatever she wanted with me.
The knife cut down my shirt, and soon she had it completely off. She ran her hands across my chest and back possessively, humming quietly to herself. Her touch was electric - sending shocks and shivers through my body. She giggled every time that happened. "You will be so much FUN!" She then pinched one of my nipples hard. I gasped, and said "OWWW" when I felt my face slapped once, then twice. "DO NOT MAKE NOISE UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION."
Then the fear hit me. I knew down to the depths of my soul that this woman had complete power over me. I almost fainted in the bonds, but through force of will, I was determined that I would obey this woman, that I would take her pain and make her proud of me.
She gave me a moment, and it was as if She could read my mind. "Good. I see you realize the extent of your predicament. I also see you want to please me. That is good. The more you take, the more I will be pleased with you. Now do not speak, but you may make any noises you feel necessary."
The knife then continued its work on my shorts, cutting into them, and soon I was completely naked, in chains.
"It's a bit small for my tastes, but it will work for our purposes tonight." She grabbed me by the balls, and I suddenly felt Her face in front of mine. "These are mine now, to do with as I please. They will not get pleasure from me, only pain. I want you to beg me to hurt you."
