I was alone once. Trapped within myself. Nothing to hope for, and everything to fear. Inside my mind I was vulnerable, curled up in a ball, trembling. Wishing for a freedom that I could not find. But she came along. With a wink and a smile she saw something in me that I did not see. A beauty locked out from my mind. A need for strength, a desire to give the will, the control to some one. To mold and shape me, to bloom into a flower of submission.
We talked. The first time some one wanted to talk to me. Hear my thoughts, my dreams, my fears. Usually I am a body to take for their pleasure, ignored and discarded when done. But she actually wanted to know me. She even laughed as I recalled memories past, fond ones of my youth. I felt so strongly attracted to her. There was a certain sureness in her that I could not place, but it drew out in me that which longs to serve. We went to her place, so modern in its decor. Lots of white, and black, sharp angles. Such a strong abode. We shared some drinks, and I felt myself loosed up.
Finally, as we were sitting by the fire, her eyes met mine. The deep grey reflected the fire light and they seemed to glow. She asked me what I truly desired, what did I need from a relationship. I searched deep inside and I found myself saying that I needed to serve, to give my will over to another, share control with some one I trusted, connected with. I paused a moment and whispered....some one like you. Immediately my eyes lowered, my submission already coming through. She stood and placed a hand on my shoulder, pressing just slightly, I went onto my hands and knees. Before me her black ankle boot stepped forward. I felt myself surrendering as I leaned forward to kiss it. I heard her say, Good girl. My heart thrilled with those words, my mind reeled and my body ached. I felt myself growing aroused already. She walked away, snapping her fingers once I crawled obediently after her. The carpet was so soft against my hands and knees as we scraped along into another room.
This one was dark, a midnight blue with storm clouds painted on the walls. Throughout I saw different devices, toys, hooks and ropes. I felt dizzy with anticipation. She told me to stand and I did, my hands clasping behind my back. Approaching me I saw she had put on crushed velvet gloves. The covered hands slowly undid the buttons of my dress, the fingers caressed my breasts and they continued down until they were done. She pushed the material off my shoulders allowing the dress to drop to the floor. She went to a box and took out a wool lined leather blindfold. I trembled still afraid of her, but she just pursed her lips and went Shhhhh and placed the blindfold on, removing sight and some fear. The sensation of the gloves were now heightened by blindness. I felt them touch my back, unhooking the bra instantly. Next they were at my hips, grasping the edges of my panties, sliding them down. She purrrred with delight, rubbing against the shaved crevice between my legs.
After that I heard only footsteps and the rustling of her searching. She returned and I felt a hard slap against my thighs with a crop. I cried out and opened my legs as wide as they could go still standing. The cold leather crop slid between my legs. It opened my nether lips and grasped the wetness it found there as it slid slowly to my clit. I jumped a little feeling this, losing some balance, my form faltering. The delicious crop left my hungry lips and she walks behind me. This time the crop found my rear. A quick swish and it was brought down upon it, a sharp pain rushing through my body. I cried out but she told me that a number should be the only thing to come from my mouth when I was punished. I made the mistake of asking what I did wrong. What did you do wrong? she asked. You broke form, you jumped at a tender caress now you will hold perfectly still for painful ones. Now count!
