My vision, or should we say, "fantasy" started on a Tuesday while walking the ruins of a popular seaside park.
After not seeing my Master for a while, my mind was running away with me. Scenes, fantasies, forced sex, servitude. All these things plagued me daily. I decided to take timeout for me and thought a walk in the park would help.
I reached the battle ruins and there I saw and incredibly scary part of the fort. That is when I had my first dream of my Master taking me at Fort Williams Park.
And this is where my story begins.....
After several long grueling months hard at work with little to no time for himself, my Master decided he had had enough. After closing the shop late one evening Master didn't go home. Instead he went to his submissive home to surprise her, and that he did!
I was in Master's chair reading a new novel. I didn't hear the footsteps coming up the walk way nor the rattling of the lock. What I did hear was the dungeon door push open on the carpet and the floor board creak when he stepped through the doorway. As I looked up ready to scream, there was my Master standing there looking tired but still very much in charge.
Four words, that's all I heard. "Come to me now!" I dropped my book not even to save the page, rose from his chair and went to him. Standing in front of my Devine One I lowered my head to the floor and kneeled before him. "Undo my pants!" he ordered in his firm but oh so caring voice. Doing as told I then begged for permission to suck and caresses his "Wand of light." It was granted to me. Lovingly, slowly and deeply I enjoyed Masters sweet taste. After several minutes and the hardest cock known to mankind I was forced to stand. Recently I let go as Sir pulled me to my feet with my hair. Oh that too is a feeling unto itself. For my Master slowly takes all my hair, grabs tight and slowly pulls, slowly, slowly till I have no choice but to adhere to his wishes.
Once again standing in front of Master he reaches down with thumb and forefinger starts pinching his owned breast, working his way to the pierced nipples. He starts to give me instructions but it is so hard to concentrate while in his presence.
My instructions were simple. Retrieve the rope, crop, ball gag and blindfold. I was then told to put on a button up white blouse and black skirt. That's it, nothing more nothing less.
I did as told and went back to my Master in the dungeon. There he had the frayed, rough, coarse rope out. Now I was told to undress so I could be bound.
Master started right away at his task of binding his breasts. Without making eye contact, I watched my Master work. Oh how he loves to bind me. And how I love to receive it.
Circling his property in a figure 8 nice and tight he then runs a long piece of rope down my stomach to his pussy and ass and comes up the back where he rests the rope on my shoulder. At this point I am trying to come off my toes from the rope so tightly and roughly through the property of his pussy and ass. I have never been tied in this manner.
I am once again instructed to put on my blouse and place my hands behind my back. The rope is then run through the collar and down my back where my wrists are tied. I have never been bound in this fashion before except in my imagination and found the reality was more incredible than my mind could think of. I am getting wet from the sensation. Master then tucks the crop in the belt of my skirt and under my blouse along with the gag and blindfold.
At this point I am very curious as to what deeds my Master has in mind and how the hell he got away from his other life so late in the evening. I decide to be quiet for a change and not ask questions, something tells me Master needs to think, let loose and I should be silent.
Guiding me through the short hall into the kitchen to the door, Master grabs my shawl and puts it around me. It's not a cold night, in fact it was a hot wet and sticky evening just as my Master was making me feel. But you and I know the reason for the shawl. But to hide the bound wrists behind my back.
Guiding me through the door, down the stairs across the walk way to his truck my Master always held a hand on my shoulder to guild me and assure me he would not let me stumble or fall.
Once Master safely helps me up into his truck and puts the seatbelt around me, he gets in and starts his truck. Sir looks around my street, for what, I don't understand as of yet. After looking up and down the street and sidewalks he then reaches under my blouse for the blindfold. He then secures it around my head and eyes. Ahhh, I understand now, even though it is pitch black out, not even one star coming through the clouded night sky, Master still didn't want anyone watching part of our interlude. This was his business with his submissive (who was later a sex slave for the night) and no one else's.
Here I am. A single middle aged woman who is willingly being abducted and loving every minute of it. Of course, I am with the Master I have trusted for over two years with my safety. Not once have I ever been in jeopardy. Why would I be concerned? I am not. But the gammet of emotions, feelings, if you will, are surfing through my head. Excited, nervous, enthralled....I thought, what limits could he push? I didn't realize how well he knew me and some of my fears. I would find out in the end!
After driving for a time, what I assumed we were stopping at lights, making turns weaving in and out of traffic Master pulled off the road and shut down the truck. I would say maybe we were on the road about 20 minutes. "Where could we be?" I thought.
Ushering me out of the truck and onto what felt like the shoulder of the road, Master then put his arm around my shoulder and his hip into my back to guide me in the right direction. He also gives me verbal warnings like, "now you are crossing the street" "careful stepping into the sand" and "now onto grass." We walked for maybe 3 minutes across what I thought was a field. Then I heard it. The waves crashing against the rocks and seawall. Faintly at first but as we got closer it was distinct sound. Then I could smell the tang of the salt air. We are at the ocean... but where? I thought. Doesn't matter. I said to myself. Oh but it does. We are in public. Granted it's late in the night and voices could not be heard. We are still out in the open. Public display. Oh my god can I do this for my Master? I must, he is my Great One, and I want to be the best submissive (sex slave I found out) I can for him. Master has given so much to me and I want to return it. But yes now I was scared. Is that bad? No not by any means. I know I am still safe in Masters care. This is a different type of scared. How it pumps the adrenaline through me. Once again I can feel myself getting wet.
Wait, Master is talking to you, what did he just say? Oh no! "Pay attention!" I hear, and then a hand around my throat and a slap across my face. "Again, Who Do You Belong To?!" With a quivering voice I say "You Master!" Again another slap. "Who owns you?" With this answer first I thank Master and tell him he is my owner. I am blessed with him as my Master! For none before or after has or could compare to him.
"Good girl," he whispers to me. He then removes the blindfold. My eyes slowly adjust to the minimal light. In front of me is the ocean, a dark horizon of black. I shiver at the sight and my body is all Goosebumps. I look around still adjusting to the dark and only see shadows. I wonder to myself what exciting and new adventures might await me.
Master grabs the back of my neck and turns me in the direction of the ruins on the hill. When we reach the top I am forced to succumb to the first of my fears. "Tonight," Master says, "you will not be my submissive. Tonight you are to become my sex slave. You no longer have any rights. I will do to my property as I desire. Do you accept this greatest of honors?" I didn't have to think, for being my Masters sex slave has always been my dream. Tonight I will be Masters slut! Never in my wildest dreams would I think I could be a slut. Master has always treated me with respect and dignity. I am not a whore, bitch, dog or any such. But here I craved to be his slut even if for just the night.