No Turning Bac

Author's note: No Turning Back was my entry in a 750 word story challenge. I hadn't planned to continue the story but I've decided the short form brings with it different challenges and so I'm going to try to stick to that format as I develop this story. Each part 750-1,000 words. It won't have the explicit scenes that feature in my long form stories but maybe some will prefer this approach. As ever, feedback is welcomed.

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The black boots stepped forwards and he shivered. This was really happening. The virtual world now a physical reality. The tap of the crop against his naked bottom driving home twin truths; he was no longer in control and there would be no turning back. Another strike of the crop on the other cheek. He could hear the heels of the boots as the woman circled him, before they re-entered his field of view. His eyes ascended, taking in calves above the ankle boots, the small amount of thigh not covered by the black pencil skirt she wore a couple of inches above the knee. The wide belt tapered slightly despite the fact her waist was not quite as pronounced as it had once been. The loose-fitted white blouse billowed, the top few buttons undone to display a hint of cleavage. The face, framed by auburn hair worn straight and cut to the same just below ear length all round, smiling as he looked into those piercing blue eyes.

She spoke her first words. 'Eyes down.' She pointed at the floor, to the keys he had thrown down on first entering the room. The keys to the chastity cage he wore. He obeyed immediately and watched as she demurely crouched down to pick up the keys. 'These belong to me now.' A pause. 'You belong to me now.' He was petrified of what that meant, yet he was excited by equal measure. He felt the cage around his manhood tighten.

'On your back.' He complied. There was never a moment of hesitation or doubt. She had made it clear in their conversation leading up to this night that she expected complete subjugation, or he would never see or hear from her again. And he was already in too deep to let that happen.

'Spread your legs.' He did so and for the first time that night he felt vulnerable. They had messaged and spoken. They had each confessed what they wanted from the arrangement now being consummated. They seemed compatible, her desire to dominate matched by his longing to submit to a confident woman, to simply follow instructions without the worry of decisions or consequences. Yet despite everything, he didn't really know her at all. People lived double lives online and she could have led him to this abandoned shop for any number of reasons.

'I didn't think you'd have the nerve to turn up,' she continued, striking his testicles with the crop as she spoke. 'But you have, and you know what that means.' Another blow from the crop to his scrotum. This time the sharp pain was followed by a dull ache in the pit of his stomach. 'You will follow every instruction I give you.' Another blow, this one harder than the previous two. The ache intensified. 'Without question.' Another swipe of the crop. 'Failure to do so will result in punishment.' The next contact with his abused testicles made him cry out. She carried on regardless.

'I will respect the limits you have given and you have your safeword.' By now the ache had become a throbbing pain and he was beginning to feel nauseous. 'Now go. Think about what you have agreed to do. Tomorrow you will return here at the same time. It will be your one and only chance to back out. If you choose to do so, I will return your keys and you will never hear from me again. Alternatively, if you commit to being my slave, you will see me almost every day. I will become the single most important thing in your life. You will wake and think of me. Your last thought before sleep will be of me and your dreams will revolve around me. I will consume you.' With that she struck one final blow, turned and walked to the door behind her. Then she was gone.

He lay still for some time after she had left. Their first encounter hadn't gone the way he had expected. Yet he found himself even more desperate to serve her. From the day he had first stumbled across the concept of female domination he had imagined serving a woman who would lay down the law to him. He had looked at all those accounts on Twitter and picturing himself kneeling before the unattainable women, but in the back of his mind he had known it would always be a fantasy. Now he had found someone who made those fantasies become a reality and he recalled the feeling of complete submission as he had knelt in front of her, willing to let her do whatever she wanted. He wanted to experience it again. If truth be told, he wanted to live his life that way and experience of complete submission to this woman in his every waking moment. Yet she had dismissed him after only fifteen minutes.