"Where am I?" I shouted. "Is anybody there?" This silence was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The last thing that I remember was getting ready for a girls night out, I heard a knock on my door... and now I'm here.
I can't see anything, it's pitch black. I can't move my arms, it's as if they're bound together. I can't move my legs... they're bound too. I heard footsteps coming closer... closer... stopped.
"Hello, who's there? Please help me." I whimpered. I felt a hand grab the back of my hair and pull my head backwards.
"It does not matter who I am... only who I am to you. You are my slave. And I your master. You now live and breathe to serve me." His voice was deep, almost a growl. I nodded without hesitation. I was not going to give him a reason to hurt me. He let go of my hair.
"What is your name?" He asked inquisitively.
"Permission to answer?" I responded. His small chuckle sent a tingle down my spine.
"Wow, you're a good little submissive, straight away. I expected many punishments before you learned your place." He breathed slowly, but hard. "Yes you may reply, I'd like to know what to call you."
"Ellie, my name is Ellie. How must I address you?" I asked promptly.
"My name is Sam. But you may only refer to me as Sir, or master please." He responded.
"Thank you, sir." I smiled. How is it possible that I am terrified, and intrigued all at once?
I felt a small tug on my hair before I could suddenly see again. He'd removed the blind fold. He didn't look as I expected after hearing his voice. He was around 6ft, slender, had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, he wore glasses, and he dressed in a suit. He's... hot.
We were in a room, the walls painted with shades of black and red, there was a black shaggy carpet, no windows, only one door, a double bed in the corner of the room, and a bathroom on the other side. My whole body filled with confusion as I gazed around this... dungeon.
I was snapped back into reality as I heard the jingle of my ankle chains being removed. I was only bound at the hands at this point. "Your role here is simple when I show up, you please me. In any way I choose. I will be faithful to only you, so you need not worry. Your body, mind, and soul now belong to me for as long as I want them. Understood?" He snapped.
"And if I don't want this? Where is my choice? Where is my pleasure? What if I have questions?" I replied, flustered from the realisation of what he was asking from me.
"You have no choice, unless you can break through concrete and escape. You may ask your questions as and when appropriate. And as for your pleasure... would you like me to give you a taste of your pleasure?" He slowly began walking toward me with a hunger in his eyes. I slowly backed away, until I was cornered into a wall.
All I could think was to do what he says and I may survive. I stood straight up confidently, almost causing him to tumble backwards. "Yes please, sir" I bit my lip and stared him in the eyes for what felt like hours.
He began kissing me, and oh my gosh it was like fireworks. I had to remind myself that I was being held captive by him. He broke the kiss and I felt my body yearn for his. He grabbed my hair and gently pulled me toward the bed, he lay me on my back and straddled me. He undid the handcuffs from one wrist and attached the cuff to one side of the bed. He then grabbed another set of handcuffs and repeated the process with my other hand. "Now If you're a good girl you'll receive reward like this. You don't want to find out what happens if you're not good." A chilling smile crossed his lips. He undid the buttons on my shirt, and stared at my lace purple bra that was underneath. He licked his lips and ran his index finger over the lace detailing on each breast, making sure to circle my nipples a couple of times. He started planting kisses on my breasts through my bra, then nibbling, then playing. He undid the clips at the front and opened my bra up. Allowing my huge breasts to bounce naturally back into place, he continued his slow torture of tracing, kissing, nibbling. And then playing with each of my nipples.
He soon got off of me and began tying my legs to the bed too. He pulled my leggings down to my ankles and looked me up and down. "Fuck, what a day for no panties." He chuckled. He began kissing my ankles, slowly moving his way up my legs until he reached my pussy. He pulled his face back, looked me in the eyes and licked his lips before returning his attention onto my pussy. He began kissing, slowly started licking, and quickly picked up his pace so he was lapping at me vigorously. He used his right hand to intermittently circle my clit as his tongue kept working on me as well.
"Oh fuck!" I said through a deep exhale. I felt like electricity was taking over my entire body.
He moved back and looked at me intently. Looking me up and down for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably seconds. He smirked "there's something different about you, this has never happened before." He stood up, and his erect cock was showing clearly through his suit pants. He looked down at me again, and then down at his cock, almost pleased by the result. He began walking around the bed and stopped at the side of my head and undid his trousers. His huge cock almost erupting into freedom. He looked at me suggestively. And I smiled wide, I opened my mouth and awaited his entry.
"A good little submissive." He said as he stopped closer to me. He closed his eyes as I took his member into my mouth, sucking and licking, and circling the tip with my tongue. I heard him growl a soft moan. And his head fell back. I felt a sense of pride knowing how I was affecting him. He held his hand up for me to stop and I did so with one last quick lick up the full length of his cock. He smirked and headed back to the bottom of the bed. He knelt in between my legs and lifted my legs. He entered me slowly, savoring the feeling of my tight, slick heat surrounding him. I moaned as his cock filled me, my hips bucking back to meet his thrusts. He took me roughly, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me again and again. I cried out, my orgasm building deep within me.
He wrapped his hand around onto my throat, not enough to choke me but enough to add an extra thrill. He continued to thrust into me, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot seed filling me and triggering my orgasm. I screamed, my body shuddering and shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. After a few heavenly minutes he got off of me and wiped himself clean and walked away.
He returned around 10 minutes later, with a stern look on his face. I began to feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. How stupid could I be. He's holding me hostage, and I expected him to care. He leaned over me and untied my hands and my feet before turning and leaving immediately.
I covered myself over with the duvet on the bed and tossed and turned thinking about what had just happened. I spotted the camera pointing at the bed, and imagined him watching our passionate love-making and pleasuring himself. I decided to put on a show for him, surely he'd like this, right? I hoped he was watching, his eyes devouring every inch of me, his commands echoing through the silence. Fuck he can hear me?
My hands began to wander, tracing the outline of my breasts, teasing my erect nipples that begged for his touch. I felt a shiver run down my spine as my fingers danced closer to the warm, wet heat between my legs. The anticipation was agonizing, a delicious torture that made my thighs quiver and my breath hitch in my throat.
With trembling fingers, I reached down and parted my slick folds, revealing the swollen, sensitive flesh that was aching for his attention. I began to rub, slow and gentle at first, my eyes never leaving the camera. My breath grew ragged as I picked up the pace, my other hand reaching up to pinch my nipples, twisting them just enough to make me gasp. My hips began to buck, seeking more friction, more pleasure. The wet sounds of my fingers gliding over my clit filled the room, a symphony of desire that made my knees go weak.
"Faster," his voice bellowed into the room. I obeyed, my hand moving with a new urgency, my thumb circling my clit in tight, rapid motions that sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body. My moans grew louder, bouncing off the walls and filling the space with the sweet sound of my submission.
"Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me how much you need me."
