Master was always good to me – full of plans and always willing to push me further, to find out if and what my limitations were. I gave to him freely, thriving on his control and power over me. At 5 feet 10 inches I was not the usual dainty submissive. But Max, my Master, stood at 6 feet 4 inches his muscular frame dwarfing me. His raven hair the exact opposite of my golden blond locks. We were yin and yang in harmony together.
This was to be the birthday surprise of my life…
Many times Master and I had talked about different scenarios to broaden my mind and increase our pleasure. I trusted him, and he took me to heights I had never attained before. Sometimes the fear he created in me was a greater aphrodisiac than any physical act. In his hands I could be moulded and taken to greater and greater heights of pleasure. I like this new person I was becoming – I liked it a whole lot.
It was late May and my birthday was rushing closer at breakneck speed. I knew Master had planned something special for me and I was excited and nervous at the same time, and overwhelmed with a longing to find out what it was that was in store for me. No mention was ever made of it and Master categorically refused to be drawn into any conversation that even vaguely sounded like I may mention my birthday.
Eventually the day of my birthday arrived. Off I went to work slightly disappointed. Had Master forgotten, was I being punished for my excitement? The day was hot and humid and made me feel as lank as my work colleagues appeared to be in our hot and stifling office. Lunchtime came and went and the hands on the clock began to look as though they were moving backward. But eventually it was time to pack up for the day and drag my tired, disappointed and weary self back home to await my Masters return.
I began to walk across the street and into the park. I plodded onward in a world of my own as I crossed the park and over the rickety bridge over the stream. On any other day I would have enjoyed my walk home. But today was not just any other day; I had no inclination to sit under a tree and watch people passing by. Nor did I dabble my hot tired feet in the icy cold water. I just solemnly kept putting one foot in front of the other as I made my way up the grassy bank and down the other side, where the underpass met the road.
It was always dark and dank in the underpass and the coolness soothed me as I made my way toward the light and the road at the other end of the tunnel. I began to hum to myself, half heartedly kicking a pebble ahead of me. In the distance I could hear children playing and chattering together and glanced over my shoulder, as their voices appeared to draw nearer. While my back was turned another voice came to me. “Your Master sent me to collect you.” I made to turn but the man’s hands turned me so I could not see him, he firmly steered me ahead of him his hard fingers biting into my back. I hesitated briefly only to be pushed forward impatiently by the man. “Don’t make a fuss now” he said. We drew up to the side of his van, where I was told to wait while he unlocked the rear doors. When this was done he would move out of my eye-line to allow me to get into the van. I tentatively opened the door and stooped to make my way inside. While I began to step in I was shoved hard in the back and landed spread eagle on the floor of the van on what appeared to be a pile of old and musty smelling carpet.
I raised myself on my hands to voice my objection to be greeted by two pairs of hands pushing me back down! What was happening? My heart began to pound frantically against my ribs. Terror and excitement began to build inside me. Had Master really sent this – no - these men to fetch me to him? I lay motionless while the hands held me down, my cheek grazed against the rough carpet. The men began to move; dread and fear seeped through me as I felt a hood being slipped over my face while the other man tied my hands roughly behind my back. “Now keep still” one of the men barked at me, as I heard him sit back down and felt him place his feet on my back. His boots were hard and his feet heavy, and the journey seemed to be endless. The van was silent but for the drone of the engine and the pounding of my heart. I was in pain; my full breasts were crushed against the metal floor of the van. The carpet was still chafing at my face; every bump in the road seemed to be amplified to the nth degree.
How much time passed I do not know. The road seemed to have given way to a rough track the sound of traffic far behind us. Where were we going? What would become of me? The van stopped, and I heard the driver get down from the cab and after some moments the rear door of the van was flung open. Pain speared my eyes as the sunlight flooded in. Hands grabbed at my ankles as I was dragged out of the back of the van and I was pulled upright but someone roughly grabbing at my hair. A sinister voice rasped quietly in my ear, “If you scream I will cut you.” Panic rushed over me in a fierce wave. My knees began to shake my breaths coming in rough snatches. I felt the tip of something cold and sharp in the small of my back and I was pushed on forward into what I did not know. I felt weak with fear, almost at the point of collapse and hysteria, when softly I heard a familiar voice. “How do you like the surprise your Master planned for you?” I felt tears burn as they pooled at the edge of my lids, my lips trembling in relief.
I was led further forward, sensing that Master was at my side. “Trust in me and obey and you will come to no harm” he said. We stopped after a while and I felt my hands being untied, pricking as the blood rushed back to my deprived fingers. I felt relief but it was to be short lived. I felt ropes again being tied. This time my arms were tied out stretched, taught enough to be mildly uncomfortable. Taught enough to make me excited as I began to anticipate what would happen next. Once my arms were secured I felt hands at my ankles, pulling my legs apart and ropes being tied. I was as stretched as I could be now. My full breasts were jutting at the fabric of my blouse and I was completely vulnerable. The thrill of excitement began to ripple through me.
“Don’t move,” he said, “I wont cut you if you are obedient.” I felt hands grab at my skirt; my knees trembled as I heard the knife pierce the fragile material. My light summer skirt drifted to my feet and lay in tatters on the floor. Then I felt the rough hands pawing at my blouse, flinching as I heard the buttons ping free as the cotton securing them was cut. A cold chill went through me than as I felt the blade of the knife trace oh so lightly down my throat, between my breasts and down over my belly. Trembling with anticipation as I felt the blade slip down onto one hip and then the other as sides of my g-string were cut.