Its 5 o'clock in the evening and everyone is starting to leave the office. "I think I'll stay late and catch up on some paperwork," she says to her boss. She has been meeting with clients all day, and is looking forward to some time alone if only just to be able to finish a thought without interruption.
After everyone is gone, she goes and turns up the music in her office; there is something special about being in the office alone, like she is the boss now, in control. She goes back to her desk, and stretches, kicking off her high heels, looking over the piles of papers on her desk. Her beautiful large Mahogany desk, it is big enough for two people to work at if needed. Her mind starts to drift to thoughts of being taken on this desk...it was what first attracted her to it, and she just had to have that desk. Best not to get distracted she tells herself or you'll get nothing done.
She shakes the lusty thoughts from her head, and tries to organize the papers into workable piles. Her mood is high, and she starts to sing out to the old rock and roll music that is belting from the speakers, almost loud enough to drown out her voice. "Roxanne...you don't have to put on the red light...Roxanne..." she sings loud but very badly out of tune.
Suddenly, something in her intuition tells her she is not alone. Her heart pounds as she remembers she never locked the front door after everyone left. She stops singing abruptly, but before she can turn around or call out, a leather hood is pulled over her head, and she is quickly pushed down onto her desk, papers fluttering everywhere. In her panic she couldn't scream, it is stuck somewhere in her throat. Not that it would matter... no one would hear her. She grunts and groans against her attacker, trying to somehow get free. But he is too strong; too big for her to have any real affect...it only amounts to a bit of wiggling, which most is enticing to her attacker. He presses her down over the desk, holding her down with his own weight, his thighs pressing her legs apart, bruising her against the edge of the desk. He quickly gets ties around her wrists and binds them tightly behind her back.
There is something familiar about his movements. All her senses are on alert, as she breathes in the heady leather scent of the hood. Could it be her boss...she has noticed how he is always trying to catch a look down her blouse. She has found her voice now and begins to scream,,as that is all she can seem to do. At least she is doing something, trying to fend off the attack. All this does is earning her a smack upside the head; she quickly stops, seeing stars in the darkness of the hood. "OK, I got the message", she says to herself, best to wait for your moment she thinks. "Wouldn't want to upset him, maybe if I go along, I'll at least stay alive". He pulls up her skirt, revealing her pink panties, he then smacks her ass hard, and then tares the panties from her, she senses his growing anger, he continues to spank her till she feel tears stinging her eyes. "No" she screams at herself,"don't cry or you'll lose all control."
Now he reaches to tie her ankles together and bending her legs back quickly binds them together with her wrists, hogtied; she feels completely helpless now. He steps back, knowing he has captured his prey. He admires his little handy work seeing how her cheeks have taken on a nice glow from his attentions.
He jerks her head back by the hood, picking up the remnants of the panties, pulls back the hood just enough to stuff her own panties into her mouth. Then quickly the hood is pushed back down, forced now to breathe in through her nose, the raw scent of the leather once again engulfs her. She tells herself to calm down, she needs to focus on breathing for fear of passing out. She needs to be alert to look for her moment when she might be able to escape. Even tied up where she can't move the fight is still strong within her, her will is high. He steps back again and watches her futile efforts, "such fight this little one has", he thinks to himself,"well that won't last for long."
He rolls her to her side, and easily pulls apart her blouse, buttons flying, reaching in and pulling each breast out to see, roughly twisting them and pinching them; it is a shame she has to have the hood on, for he would love to see the expression on her face. A groan comes from the mask, she tries to pull back from his touch, recoiling from his touch, and he then begins to even more roughly squeeze each breast as if to show, the more she resists the harder he will be with her.
He has bigger plans for her this evening, but right now his need is great, and he takes her now. Pulling her to the edge of the desk, he reaches between her legs and smiles to himself, she is soaking wet, and bringing his fingers to the nose holes in the mask he presses them into it. She cringes at her own betrayal of her body,"how could I be arouses at this attacker?"
He holds his fingers to her nose, then suddenly she feels him slide easily and deeply into her, he fucks her madly, with his animalistic need. He wants and takes what is His now. Her naked skin sticks to the slick surface of the desk, with each deep hard thrust, she feels her body pull against her breasts, his weight pressing down on her, she wishes she could brace herself against the on slot of his forceful thrusts, but she is helpless to do anything except accept him. Cold reality comes to her, when the thoughts of her Master comes to mind...what will he think, say or do...feeling she is betraying Him, her fight is renewed. She tries to scream again through her muffled panties, her fingers seeking something to scratch, to buck back, arch back, any small movement, but this only proves to fuel his hunger. Reminding him the lesson he is here to teach. Just as quickly as he entered her, he pulls out, and a groan escapes from her lips, he smiles to himself, as her body betrays her once again, he knows if he had kept it up longer, she would be begging to cum. Well tonight isn't about her will; but Mine he says to himself. With that thought he picks her up slinging her over his shoulders, like a side of beef, and carries her out to his truck.
He drops her into the bed of the truck, she falls hard but just before she would hit her head he catches her; in some bizarre way this comforts her if he cares enough to keep her from getting accidentally hurt, and then maybe he won't hurt her after all. He unties her wrists from behind her back then ties them to anchors in the bed on the truck, spreading her arms out, taught. He does the same with her ankles, now she is in a spread eagle position, beautiful he thinks...her skirt is bunched up around her waist, her breasts overflowing from her bra, her blouse laying open exposing her to him. He cinches down the ties even tighter, and then pulls a tarp over her. He gets in the truck and pulls away. She is thankful for a few moment to gather her wits about her, trying to judge the turns the truck makes, a left then a right; winding turns; she senses he is going up to the mountains, after what seems like forever he turns onto a gravel road. He stops the truck and gets out, but doesn't come for her right away. Now that he has her away from the office, there is no need to rush... he has all night.
Finally he comes for her, flinging back the tarp revealing what is His, His property, His captured prey. He fastens a chain around her neck. Then he unties her from the truck, shackling her ankles together, and binding her wrists once again behind her back. He pulls her off the truck, helping her to find her balance then pulls the chain forward. She hobbles ungraciously trying to keep up with his tugs, fearful of falling. Once he has her in place, she is standing between two trees, which he has already set up ropes to tie her to, she smells a fire nearby. He releases her wrists again, only to pull her arms over her head and tie them up again. He watches her... watching her taking a deep breath, seeing the beads of fear on her chest. He pulls out a knife...pulling her head back again; he touches the tip to her throat, then slowly running the blade down between her breasts, then swiftly cutting away her bra, slicing easily through the lacy fabric. He makes quick work of the remaining pieces of clothing, till she is standing before him naked. He stands very close to her now, his cheek pressed against hers, feeling the rhythm of her breathing. He wonders, has she figured out that it is Him? He waits, and he senses her breathing slow a little. He then removes the hood; released from her leather confine her eyes struggle to adjust to the light. He pulls the panties from her mouth, and then as he comes into view, she cries out...Master!
Tears spring to her eyes as the full recognition comes to her. In an instant what was once fear is now replaced with shame. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" she pleads with her Master.
He looks her in the eye and wipes away a tear brushing it aside wiping her cheek with his thumb. And says..."I Know".
She turns her cheek towards His touch, wanting so much to feel that everything is ok. He walks around her, inspecting. Her heart is pounding, as she recalls how she fought against Him, her Master, something she would never even think of. He leans in standing behind her, whispering in her ear, stating more than asking, "You didn't even know it was me?"
"No Master...i didn't", she cries out, "please forgive me, i was so afraid".
She bows her head, how could she not know, the hands that knew her body so well, how many times has she felt their touch. He spins her around, twisting the rope that holds her wrists over head, pulling her up just a fraction more; she struggles to find her balance again.
"Look at me!" He commands.
He squeezes and twists her breasts in much the same manner as he had done back at the office. She looks in Him the eyes, pushing her chest out for Him, accepting his rough touches, her eyes pleading to be taken, she will give Him anything. There is no fear in her now, only wanting more than anything to please her Master, and earn back His good graces. By the time this evening is done, she will learn His touch over every inch of her body.
He reaches for his flogger, the long leather straps kissing her backside. He works it over her back, her thighs, letting it flicker around her side so that it snaps at her now tender breasts. She struggles not to cry out, as she accepts, she knows from experience that this is not the punishment, and also knows that punishment will most certainly come. More than once a well aimed strike hits a tender spot and lifts her to her toes.
Her breathing has become very heavy now, He pauses a moment, then goes and picks up his knife, tucking it into his belt. It is a menacing thing, a six inch blade that curves up at the tip, and notches along the top edge. The black handle is beautifully carved a work of art that has a nice balance in the hand of the wielder. He knows she has a great fear of knives; he wants her to struggle between her own fear and trust of Him. She catches the glint of the blade at His belt; her natural reaction causes her to catch her breath. He notices, He notices everything about her. He grabs her by her hair, pulling her hair back, "look at me" He again commands...He sees her eyes have become glassy,
"Look at who is your Master","don't forget who owns you," bringing her thoughts back to Him. Releasing her hair, He pushes two fingers into her mouth, pushing her head back, testing her gagging reflex; she keeps her eyes trained on Him, "tell me who you belong to?" He asks.
She struggles to answer with his fingers in her throat, but does the best she can, "You, You are my Masther", her reward is a tight pinch on a nipple.
