"THE TEMPTATIONS OF TASHA"
Tasha entered the dark room, and knelt in the middle of the floor. She was holding a small votive candle, like one used in a church to ask blessings. Dressed in a peach colored silk kimono and tied with a faded red silk rope, she looked at the polished wooden floor before her, afraid to raise her eyes. The kimono clung to her body, exposing the swell of her breasts, her thighs, her belly and her ass. She knelt like a penitent. She was being punished.
She had agreed to training by an online Dominant months before. He was strict, not personable, not a likable fellow, but she supposed that was the usual way in the D/s world. She really didn't know. She was too new to it all. But she did learn when out of contact with the Dom, a girl could do lots of fun things. Until you were caught. This was the reason for the visit to an unknown city.
Tasha was 'out of control' according to the Dom.
She had agreed to punishments. There was a list of violations and they went on and on. She wondered who had ratted on her. She had several of the usual suspects, but she really didn't know for sure. IF she did, there would be some hair pulling events. But here she was, on her knees, awaiting his cruel little attempts to break her. Of course, it was all consensual. Perhaps a strange bit of cock was exactly what she had been craving, so why the hell not? Neither he nor any of the other men would break her. She would show them all what she was made of, submissive or not.
This Dom had picked different forms of "humiliation", telling her he already knew she would respond and respond deeply. Tasha needed to be broken on a particular wheel.
The room was dark, but men were sitting in the shadows. She could smell them. The mixture of smoke and men's cologne was very faint, but there was another aroma, a scent of male musk. She placed the votive on the floor before her and it cast a tiny glow, barely reflecting her face and form as she settled back on her heels. She realized her palms were moist, but there was moisture in another part of her and this outraced her fear. Anticipation fought with her panic.
She heard a soft voice, and knew it was the Dominant who was her online contact. He was not her 'Master' for she had none, but for this event, he was 'The Master'. She would obey him without resistance. Apparently she had really offended and broken protocol, and he was to 'bring her back into line with acceptable 'girl' behavior'. This event was just the beginning, she was told. Her service this night was part of her atonement. She was to suffer humiliation in ways she had never experienced. She was to learn 'lessons' she was told.
"tasha." He was so soft spoken her ears strained to hear him.
"You will serve me in this way. You will keep your eyes downcast and wait upon my voice. When I say your name again, you will rise with your light and turn and follow a man out of the room. He will use you for his pleasure....one pleasure only, and will take a piece of your kimono as a token of your service. Do you understand, girl? Do not speak, only nod your head."
Her breath caught in her throat, her stomach squeezed suddenly, but she nodded. She understood his command. Her heart pounded hard. Surely it must be heard through the darkened and too silent room.
She kept her eyes to the floor, concentrating on the little light before her, willing herself to stop trembling. She heard her name called.
"tasha".
She rocked back on her legs and rose as gracefully as she could. Picking up the votive, she turned and followed the dark shape of a man out the room. She found herself in a long, dimly lit hall, and quickened her steps to keep him in view. Without a glance back, he turned to the right and entered a darkened room. It was a bedroom with little furniture except a bed and chair.
"Kneel, girl."
He took the votive from her hands and placed it on a mantle where it cast a dull light high upon the wall. There was almost no light beneath the mantle shelf to illuminate the room. She heard the sound of his zipper as he stood in front of her, barely able to discern his body in the feeble light. She felt his hand on the back of her neck, stroking her hair and then his cock push against her lips. She opened them, feeling the soft skin tease the entrance of her mouth and felt the cleft of his cock against her tongue. Slowly she worked her mouth around his cock and started to put her hands around his hips. He knocked her hands back and sharply told her to place them behind her back, locking her hands together. He would use her mouth only and with both hands around her head, he pumped into it, heedless of her gagging. He swelled and vibrated and pulling out a bit, he stilled and flooded her mouth with his come.
"Swallow it, tasha, do not spit it out. Swallow it down."
She closed her eyes, tears swelling and coursing down her cheeks as she tried to swallow without gagging. She had never done this before. It had never been demanded of her.
It was over and before she was told to retrace her steps, a sleeve of her kimono was ripped off. She had barely time to wipe her mouth and tears on her remaining sleeve before the door to the darkened room was opened and she and her votive were again kneeling in the dim circle of light.
"tasha. Push your hair down your back, girl. You look like you've been tumbled in hay."
She heard soft laughter and shuddered at the sound, blushing. She wondered how many men she would serve tonight. Tears she couldn't suppress trickled down her face.
"Stop crying, tasha. You should be honored to be used in such fashion. You are pleasing me. A new thing for you, heh? You told me you craved humiliation. You didn't expect this form."
Again there was laughter from the unseen men. tasha's shoulders drooped.
No, she never expected this.
