Nameless
She didn't know where the feeling came from. It came like a dark visitor tapping a window on a moonless night. The need would flutter in the corners of her mind, just within the bounds of perception, then grow like a craving to consume her. It overtook her so completely nothing would bring relief but answering its call. She recognized it. She had felt it before, though she had never learned its cause, never given it a name. It didn't visit often, but once it found a home within her being, it stayed until she acted on it.
She drove, listening to Fallen by Evanescence, an album that was popular during her senior year in high school. Over the past 20 years she revisited the familiar songs whenever the dark visitor found her.
She was not a person of need. She was fiercely independent. Others saw her as strong, stable, and possessing an inner strength they wished they themselves owned. Her strength wasn't an act.
When she arrived, he opened the door before she could use the ornate knocker. Neither spoke. This was a home afforded him by old family money. She had never held that against him. He was a man who offered empathy and understanding when she needed it. He was also the only person she could turn to when she needed to purge the chaos that churned within her.
He led her through the house and to the backyard. The sun and heat of summer felt so out of place given the way she felt. Somewhere there were baseball games, picnics, crowded community swimming pools, and families enjoying vacations to tourist destinations. That all seemed so far away and improbable today.
A tray of muffins, another of watermelon, cantaloupe and blueberries sat on a glass topped table. He seated her and removed a silver lid revealing two orange drinks in long stem glasses. Condensation beaded the sides. A skewer of three cantaloupe balls rested across the top of each. She looked at him questioningly.
"Cantaloupe Ginger Cocktails." It was the first words either had spoken since her arrival. He put a muffin, three slices of watermelon and some blueberries on a plate and placed it in front of her. She broke the muffin in two but didn't eat. The fruit remained untouched as well. She tasted the drink. The flavor filled her mouth. It was perfect for a summer day. When she had finished it, he put the second next to her plate. She drank it as quickly as the first.
He turned in his seat to face her. Their eyes met but she quickly looked away.
"Shall we?" he asked.
She nodded once. He stood and took her hand. They walked together into the house, up the spiral staircase to his bedroom.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
She removed her shirt and bra. She pulled off her shorts; she wore nothing beneath them. There was no flourish or fanfare, nor hesitation. She stepped back into her high heels. He approached her and pinched each of her nipples between his thumb and finger. They came to life, firm, pointing from her breasts. He took a pair of nipple clamps from his dresser and put them on her. The sudden pressure made her inhale quickly. Next, he put wide bracelets on each of her wrists.
"Sit on the bed," he said.
When she was seated, he lifted her left foot from the floor and put a bracelet on her ankle. He did the same with her right.
"Okay," he said.
She crawled onto the bed and kneeled, then put her elbows on the firm mattress. The weight of the light chains on the nipple clamps pulled at her breasts. Her world went dark as a blindfold was tied around her head. She felt a collar fasten around her neck and heard the chain attached to it fasten to a bedpost. She moved to position her knees making sure her pussy was exposed.
She recognized the sounds and smell. He was lighting a candle. She felt a drop of wax fall on her lower back. She welcomed the pain. It was what she craved.
She felt another drop of hot wax land at the top of her cleft and drip down her ass crack. The heat on the sensitive area aroused her. He waited until the wax cooled and removed it.
"Do you want this?" he asked.
She finally broke her silence. "Yes. Please," she said.
He knew the role expected of him. Still, he asked, "what do you want me to do?"
"Hurt me."
"And what will you do?" he asked.
"Anything you tell me," she responded.
"I will fuck you I'll treat you like a common trull and you will enjoy it."
"Yes. Please"
"Are you relinquishing all control and power to me?" he asked.
"Yes. Don't make me wait."
"You'll wait. I want to admire your ass a while."
She heard him move a chair behind her and sit down. Her body was shaking from staying in this position. After several minutes, she heard him stand. She knew what was coming next, she just didn't know what he would use. When the first strike to her ass came, she thought it felt like a riding crop, but she couldn't be sure. The second came harder than the first. She muffled the scream that came from deep within her diaphragm. Each blow blended into the one before. She tried to count how many times he struck her, but lost track.
She didn't take the pain silently, but no tears came. She wouldn't cry. She would never let herself cry.
He stopped. No more blows came. Her whole body was trembling. She felt the perspiration that covered her body. She knew pools of sweat had formed in the dimples above her ass. She remembered they were called lateral lumbar indentations. She hadn't even realized she knew that.
She felt ice cubes on her ass cheeks. Goosebumps formed on her body as they melted. Water ran down the back of her thighs. He moved an ice cube up and down the crack of her ass. Next, she felt him smearing liquid there. She knew it was lube but wasn't sure what was coming. He massaged her and her hole puckered. She felt a finger exploring her. She felt something being inserted, she relaxed and let it enter.
The collar around her neck was taken off.
"Starfish," he said.
The word had started as a cute joke between them. A way of laying on a bed and using as much of the mattress as possible. She lay on her back and stretched out, pointing her arms and legs toward the four corners of the bed. She was still blindfolded and by the sounds, she could tell chains were being clipped to eyelets on the bracelets.
"Are you glad you came to visit?"
"Yes sir."
"Sir? Well, that is something new. I've never asked you to call me sir."
"No, sir. You haven't."
"Do other men make you call them sir?"
"No, sir."
"Tell me, how many men have fucked you since the last time I was inside you?"
"One."
"Do you call him sir?" he asked.
"No, sir. I don't. I promise I don't."
"Has he ever tied you up? Whipped you?"
"No. You're the only one," she said.
"Good. You already know I gave you a surprise. Can you feel it inside you?"
"Yes, sir."
"And how about now?"
The feeling was electric and everything below her waist was tingling. She heard a faint buzz as the sensation continued.
"That is a remote controlled vibrating butt plug. Do you like it?"
