Madison

Madison stood at the entrance of the alley. It was formed by two four-story brick buildings and was barely wide enough to back a delivery truck up to the loading dock at the far end. Across the street was the only working streetlamp for at least a hundred yards. Up the road, there were other streetlamps, but the night's fog obscured them and anyone else that might be lurking in the darkness. Beyond the one working lamp, there was a vacant lot with the remains of another industrial brick building. The entire complex around her was once part of a long abandoned parts-assembly plant. The taxi driver that dropped her at the corner of Paper Street and Randolph Avenue kept asking if this was where she

really

wanted to go. This was the place she was

ordered

to go, but she kept that detail to herself.

With both hands on her overcoat, Madison pulled the lapels tight over her chest, crossing her arms over her breasts in an attempt to keep them warm. The foggy night air had a slight chill, and it wasn't helping that she wore nothing more than lingerie and stockings under her overcoat. But the coat was keeping her warm enough; they were sexy, but stockings gave her no warmth whatsoever. She glanced down at her 4-inch black stilettos... She had picked up some residue of dust someplace and it had dulled the mirror shine on her shoes. Madison focused on her stilettos, trying to distract herself with thoughts of how sexy they were. This abandoned factory was giving her the creeps. Her thoughts drifted to all of the previous times she had lost all sense self-control to

Him

. Sometimes it seemed as if she couldn't even do something as mundane as stir her tea without his approval. She was an intelligent, independent, well-educated woman -- she even graduated at the top of her class... and yet she needed and

desired

His permission to do nearly everything! Madison had become a complete slave to His dominance and sexual whims... and yet this new-found place -- being His submissive -- was the happiest she had ever been.

Madison started pacing in and out of the alley shadow. She paused every so often to looking down Paper Street, then up to Randolph. There was no other signs of life and she acknowledged that she was alone. She continued pacing at the edge of the alley. Perhaps subconsciously, perhaps nervously, she constantly scanned both streets for signs of motion and still saw nothing. Leaving the relative safety of the alley, she expanded her nervous pacing, unaware that every footfall of her heels broadcasted her location like a beacon. She walked to the intersection, then back to the entrance of the alley.

A strong arm wrapped around her chest, accompanied by a hand cupped over her mouth, muffling her startled scream. She was dragged out of the light and back into the alley shadow. From what little she could see, the arm was sleeved in an old camouflage army jacket. It stunk like it had been exposed to the elements for years. Her mind processed all this, while still trying to escape the grip of her assailant. He had a firm grip on her. She kicked wildly and screamed into the palm of the hand over her mouth.

"Be quiet!" the deep male voice commanded.

Madison twisted her body and pulled at the arm across her chest. But no matter which way she twisted, she couldn't break free. Her attacker maneuvered her arm behind her back and used it to forcibly guide her around like a puppet. His hand slipped into the opening of her overcoat, landing a warm hand on her abdomen. Madison twisted her body harder, but even with one arm, he still had control over her.

"Be still! I have you! You're not going anywhere!"

The strong hand slid up her chest and slapped her left breast, then pawed it firmly -- his one hand completely cupping her, squeezing her flesh tight between his fingers like it was so much warm butter. Madison struggled even more, but he still had control of her. The hand aggressively mauled her breast, squeezing harder as she struggled. His fingers and thumb slid up the cup of her bra, and collapsed down onto her nipple, and pinched sharply. The sensation momentarily froze Madison in place. The grip... the feel... the sharp pressure on her tender nipple... it all had a familiarity to her that was starting to resonate. Again, Madison thrashed about, trying to free herself. It was met with another sharp pinch on her nipple. The intense pain paralyzed her. Yet, it also sent waves of exhilaration throughout her body.

The invasive hand and arm held her body across her chest, squeezing and pushing her breasts up high. The other hand released her pinned arm long enough to roughly pull the overcoat from her shoulders and drop it to the pavement between them. With unexpected speed, he ripped her bra from her body, freeing her breasts and exposing them to the air. Her nipples responded immediately, becoming hard and painfully erect. Madison cursed her body for betraying her. She struggled and twisted, her breasts slapping against her assailant's arm, her pain accentuated by her nipples' vulnerability to the cool air; they tightened that much more, and it felt like they were both being pinched!

"I said be

still!

"

Her assailant's commanding tone broke through the fog and confusion in Madison's mind.

Oh my God! It's Him!

As He had commanded, Madison calmed herself.

He whispered, "Good... Now spread your legs."

With no hesitation, Madison lifted one leg and widened her stance. His hand drifted down over her panties. Even through the lace and silk, she could feel His callused hand curve down the slope of her mound, and caress her pussy. She let loose an exasperated sigh of pleasure. He rubbed and massaged, retracting His hand, trapping and stroking her clit with each upward stroke...

His touch was intoxicating!

He aggressively pulled her panties aside, letting the night air kiss her wet pussy. His thick fingers fucked her, seductively flicking over her clit with each stroke. Madison's legs began to feel weak as pleasurable impulses radiated through her body. There were no more questions in her mind -- it was Him! -- her Master! That fact secure in her mind, all of Madison's remaining resistance faded away.

The pressure on her chest eased. A hand grabbed her by the hair and guided her into position: legs straight and spread, bent over at the waist, and her head tilted back. Madison braced her hands against her knees, ready for the throat-fucking she assumed would soon follow. She heard the rustle of fabric. From the corner of her eye, Madison caught sight of the army jacket landing on top of her discarded overcoat. The shadow of His body moved to brace itself against the brick wall. The shadow backed against the wall three feet in from of her. She heard a belt loosen, then army fatigues fell and bunched at His ankles just inside her peripheral view. He pulled her hair again, dragging her forward and closer. The head of His cock pressed against her left cheek, but she didn't move. She felt the head of His cock slide past her closed lips, probing at them and smearing her lipstick, then drag over to the right cheek and poke at her there. Madison knew not to open her mouth until

explicitly

ordered to do so. She remained His motionless submissive, ready to do as commanded but not before. However, she fought the growing urge to reach up and grab His cock and thrust it into her mouth. With each pass He made across her closed lips, the urge intensified. Madison silently prayed that she would be allowed take His cock in her mouth... in her pussy... in her ass... allowed to take Him

anywhere!

Fighting the urges within her was becoming unbearable, but she was determined to maintain her focus and await His command. He had trained her and she was not about to disobediently break it. She was trained not to beg, despite her personal desires... not to move, unless instructed or guided... and not to speak, unless spoken to first... Nothing else mattered but His next command.

"Open."

Madison quickly parted her lips and gaped her mouth. The drool she held back started to flow in single, continuous stream over her bottom lip. He did not move to enter her. Instead, He continued to drag the head of His cock from one cheek, past her open mouth, to the other. Determined to remain still, Madison locked her knees and gripped her flesh harder with each pass. She extend her tongue past the edge of her lips. She was desperate for a taste of His cock as it passed. She made contact on one pass, breathing out an exuberant, happy sigh, but on the remaining passes, He was

very

careful to pull back far enough to not allow her tongue another taste. He knew this would frustrate her... possibly enough to break form and dive onto His cock of her own will. With each tantalizing pass, she gripped tighter, digging her manicured nails into her own flesh, resisting the urge to lunge forward and swallow His cock whole. It wasn't helping matters that He was now leaving pungent pre-cum smears on her cheeks. The smell invaded her nose and clouded her mental focus. She remained still, but unconsciously uttered a dissatisfied moan each time her tongue missed its intended target. All the while, more drool flowed from her mouth and puddled on the pavement between them. But it didn't matter: only His next command mattered. Madison recognized that He was pushing her to her limits. Her jaw ached from holding her mouth open... her muscles ached from all her struggling, and now her legs burned from holding an awkward, half-balanced pose.

He tucked the head of His cock into the stream of drool pouring from her lips. He moved in a way to catch every glob as it flowed from Madison's open mouth. It was like He was casually drizzling honey on His morning toast. The head glistened in her drool and she prayed it wouldn't be much longer before the command she desired would be issued.

"Take it. Take it deep!"

Madison didn't waste a second. She tucked her head down, shuffled her feet forward and scooped up His cock into her open mouth. She impaled herself on His cock, taking Him deep into her throat on her first forward thrust. A gurgling, choking sound replaced the silence of the alley, and spit drool blew past the seal of her lips as His cock forced the air out. With her head thrown back, all she could do was squeeze out her tongue as much as she could to make room for Him. She opened the back of her throat and felt the head blast past her soft tissue. She clinched and released Him. Madison pumped her head back and forth as fast as she could using her awkward balance to her advantage. She descended down on Him, mouth agape... His cock pounding into the back of her throat... then rock backwards, closing her lips around His shaft with each backward motion. She pounded on Him hard and fast, determined to make Him cum. Her breasts swung wild and free, slamming against her chest with each thrust. Madison's eyes teared, but a lack of clear vision didn't slow her down. She could feel Him bulging in her throat. He was close to exploding into her. Two large hands reached out from the darkness and grappled the sides of her head. A crushing grip held her steady as a jet of burning hot cum sprayed into her throat. Madison held her breath and took His entire load. She rocked forward on her toes, doing her best to maintain her balance, trying not to struggle against Him but desperately needing fresh air in her lungs.

He released her head and Madison collapsed to the pavement on her hands and knees. The sound of her coughing echoed up the walls of the alley. She remained on the ground as she slowly regained her composure. A few deeps breaths later, and she had arrested the coughing, but was still deeply inhaling.

Madison didn't notice Him move behind her. Still breathing somewhat raggedly, she felt a firm grip on her left wrist. As it was pulled behind her, she felt the cold metal of a handcuff loop close around her wrist and ratchet shut. Her right wrist was pulled behind and also locked. Madison settled into a kneeling position, finally noticing her knees were resting in a puddle of her own drool.

There was rustling behind her and out of view. The army jacket was lifted from the pavement, then her overcoat. He left the tattered shreds of her bra on the ground. Madison remained kneeling, her tear-filled eyes somewhat locked and focused on the brick wall in front of her. She held her mouth open and breathed in as much fresh air as her small opening would allow. Her tongue searched her mouth and lips for any remnants of cum she failed to swallow, but found none. She was proud that she had taken his entire load, but still longed for that wonderful taste. If she weren't handcuffed, she would have raked her fingers over her cheeks to scrape up any of the remaining pre-cum she could still smell, then lick her fingers clean.

A hand gathered a large ball of her hair, then she felt a tug, pulling her upright. She stood straight, head bowed, and wrists cuffed behind her back. The guiding grip pointed her body in the direction He wanted her to go -- toward the darkness of the alley. Madison's bare breasts bounced against her chest with each short, unstable step as moved deeper into the darkness.