The night was crisp, the scent of jasmine flitted in the wind, tickling her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and continued on the walk to the car.
Speaking quietly to herself she said "I have got to quit this, how can a fantasy turn me this inside out?"
Finally reaching the sports car, she unlocked the door and slipped in; sinking into the leather she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. When had it started? When had she utterly lost all sense of control? Thinking back she realized it has only been a few weeks but the torment deep within her had gone on for what seemed an eternity.
Straightening up and muttering, "This is ridiculous you dumb bitch you really need to pull your shit together", as she placed the key into the ignition, she was suddenly jerked violently back in her seat, finding herself choking on the caustic fumes before the black licking at the edges of her senses engulfed her world.
Opening her eyes, she was disoriented. Unsure for a moment, she tried to move, but couldn't. Panic rose as she realized the cool air of the room was licking her body. Her mind whirled, "Naked, oh my god I am naked". She tried to thrash and found she was held stead fast to a cool metal table. She tried to lift her head, but found she couldn't. Panic, raw and intense.....closing her eyes she breathed, trying to asses. Bonds, she felt them on her...forehead, across her shoulders, belly wrists, hips, each thigh, stretched very wide, knees, ankles, bound, open and utterly exposed. Her mind was brilliant with panic; her heart was racing as she pondered. How did she get there, why had this happened to her? Her mind cries. Noise...a noise did she hear it? A scraping...no, a boot, that's it she heard boots slowly moving across the floor above her, mind wild she breathed, knowing she must keep the modicum of control she possessed. He could do what he wanted, but she would not fear him, would not cry, and would not give that power to him.
His hands in her hair, his breath odorless...only the raw musk of man in the air, feeling the hot tendrils of his voice lick her ears she heard:
"Aw is the little slut comfy tonight?"
Recognition...Where had she heard that voice? It skirted her conscious but it lay like a deflated balloon in her mind as she could not place it. Something covered her eyes, cool and slick as it pressed tight, his fingers slipping a band to the back of her bound head.
"Now slut all you can do is feel....and oh how I intend to make you feel."
Shivering at the words, she quelled a panicked squeal. Her body, however, responded in a way that made her mind swirl. She felt her breasts go taut, and that tingle she got when she was aware of a man. Sickened, she thought, how could this happen? Why was her body responding like that? She battled to control herself and found as he touched her she was losing miserably.
He moved around her, admiring every curve. He had waited 4 long weeks. As difficult as it was, he had waited. He had first seen her when she was in the coffee house and something about her had tapped him, deep within his core. He had to have her, he needed to posses her, but more than that he needed her to want him to posses her and that would prove more difficult. The strength, her posture....everything about her screamed utter control but somehow beneath the surface he saw her. She was missing that piece and she had no idea it was missing. Well at least yet, he thought to himself.
"Wait"
His opportunity, she had dropped a business card in that stupid fish bowl. WIN A FREE LUNCH!!! He had always hated that stupid sign, but now he was thankful for it. Slipping up to the counter to order another latte, his hand picked the card out of the bowl and slipped it into his pants pocket. Smiling nicely at the girl behind the counter, he paid for the latte and left the store, the untouched latte dropped into the first trash receptacle on his way to his car. Whistling he slipped the card from his pocket and smiled when he saw the email address.
"Perfect" he whispered into the day as he slipped into his car.
Over the next 4 weeks they communicated through email. First she responded professionally, next with annoyance. However, he was able to keep her enthralled. Little by little he made demands of her; little tasks to complete that he could monitor to ensure what he thought he saw in her was there. She fought the urge but still she came back. She didn't want to read them, but she couldn't help herself. She had put all the mail from "Your Master" in her spam folder, only to replace it into her incoming box. A day went by with no word and she found herself miserable. Then the tests began. Little things: a day without a bra, a time to go to her local coffee shop and purchase a certain type of beverage, a torrid assignment to test her writing. Silly things excited her. Always wondering if the man on the street was her Master, it began to consume her. The emotions that swirl around this fantasy kept her on edge, testing her control and leaving her breathless.
As she lay on the cold table he touched her, running a finger here and there....a probe, a lick. Nothing painful, but it was all very strange. She felt like a specimen, an object, but somehow in this fog of confusion and fear she felt aroused, her body alert to him, reactive. Her mind protested as her body ached for more. Suddenly a sharp sting - a searing pain - was felt by her right nipple and then her left. They felt pinched. That was it, she felt as though clamps had been placed rudely on each nipple and the thing that scared her most was her heart raced, her pussy reacted with need and her breasts tightened with a want she had never felt. Here she was...captive, bound, and unable to move. Out of control, prisoner of some lunatic and all she could think of was him, her Master. She suddenly felt her body begin to spin. It took a second to realize it was not her body but the table. Now she found herself obviously suspended upside down. Her heavy breasts hung and she felt the pull from the clamps as they swung - a slight jingle was heard and she realized the clamps were hooked together with what she assumed was a chain.
