I have always been a shy girl, I had just turned twenty and I still had so many things to discover about myself. All those tragic circumstances I had to face in the past have nearly cost me my sanity, as it reflects in the darkness of my desires, in the darkness of my mind. I can't change it even if I wish to; I know I am a slave to my desires.
Marc was more than just my boyfriend; he was the Alpha I was born to surrender to; a tall dark handsome man, who had an obvious superiority over me, both physically and intellectually. He often told me that I was beautiful, and the depth in his voice as he spoke was charismatic. He was my friend, my teacher, my guide, my philosopher...he was my world. I loved him, and I trusted him.
We had many sessions together, and each one was exhilarating. I never counted the days we spent in a D/s relationship, for me, it was like I am bound to this man forever, and I live to serve him.
The last thing I remembered was that I was having drinks with him in his living room one fine evening. But when I regained consciousness, I found myself restrained on a bed in that special room, where we've had our previous sessions. I don't know if that was my heaven or my hell; all I knew is that was the place where I have embraced the darkest of my desires. There was a shiny collar around my neck, something that every submissive is proud to wear. I was dressed only in a pair of black stockings that matched perfectly in color with my long raven hair spread on the bed. There was another black thing on my body. It was his name tattooed over the left lower side of my abdomen. I adored it. He owned me and for me, it was a privilege to be the object of his desire.
I was helpless, in true sense. The ropes were milky white in color and soft textured but thick enough and they restrained me well. And what actually bothered me was the vibrator he had placed between my legs. It was stimulating my pussy, and the stimulation was intermittent and suboptimal - just enough to make me all wet and horny but not enough to give me an orgasm. I was going mad, and I could do nothing to help myself. I cursed the ropes bitterly. I had been moaning, screaming, but nothing was going to help. It was a torture, but it was my punishment and I had no choice but to take it, for as long as he wanted me to.
After what seemed like an eternity, he entered the room. I was thrilled. He stood by the side of the bed enjoying my condition. He seemed to derive some sort of a sadistic pleasure from my ordeal. The devilish grin on his face and the growl in his dark eyes were making it evident. I was sweating and trembling already. He ran his fingers through my hair. I moaned in pleasure. He moved his hand over my skin. My body shuddered with every stroke of his hand. It felt like heaven.
I had closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. I felt him move his hand from my face to my cheek and then to my breast. It stayed there for some time, fondling my beasts, and the other one joined, and then he suddenly grabbed my full breasts with both his hands. I jerked and moaned. His grip was firm, and it felt great. I had been craving for a thorough groping for many hours now. The vibrator made me so vulnerable. I wanted to feel his touch on every inch of my body. I felt his hands move downwards, across my abdomen, and reached my hips, brushing across them, I felt him slide his hand on my thigh, inwards and upwards. I shuddered, and I felt embarrassed. He was just about to discover, how desperate I was, how badly I was craving for him, from the wetness I had gathered over there. And he did find out. I shut my eyes tightly. He probably was looking at my face, checking out my reaction. I didn't dare to look at him in the eye.
His hands stayed around my thighs, stroking the inner side of them, and the vibrators were still doing their job. I was visibly trembling by now. I was too desperate. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him, in me. I just couldn't wait anymore...I had to break the silence.
"Please..." I said.
"Please?"
"I want you..." I said with trembling lips
"I am right here, little one!" he said with a wicked smile.
"I want you to..."
"You want me to...what? Tell me."
"I want you to...oh...please..."
"How do you expect to get it if you can't ask for it?"
"Please..." I said gathering some courage, "I want you to fuck me!"
"There you are! And why do you want me to fuck you?"
"Because...I want you, I love you"
"Do you really think so?" He said with the same wicked smile, "Well no, you don't love me. All I can see in your eyes at the moment is lust. Pure lust!"
I was almost in tears with desperation. I so badly wanted him in me. Every second that passed by was driving me crazier. And he knew it. He was deliberately delaying things. That was his way of torturing me. I had no answer to his question. Why did I want him? Oh, I didn't know. I only knew that I want him badly, very badly.
He broke the silence.
"So, you don't have an answer, do you?" He said, "Well, perhaps I can help you"
He put the vibrator away and then put his finger right in my pussy that was dripping wet and trembling, so badly wanting him there. I shuddered as he touched me. And my pussy muscles contracted almost spastically. When he withdrew his finger, it was all coated with my shameless lust. He moved the finger to my chest and wrote over it. Four letters - SLUT. They glistened brightly.
"Well, here is the answer to my question. You want me to fuck you so badly because you are a slut" he said pointing to the letters.
I couldn't disagree looking at brightly glistening letters. It was humiliating but I was too desperate to care. I was going mad by this torture. I was losing temper, "Whatever!" I shouted, "How does that matter? Just fuck me, right now, I can't wait anymore."
"Do you forget that you are talking to your Master? You think this is bad, well, there are worse things I can do to you, you know."
He suddenly grabbed my face in his hands and pressed across my cheeks very hard. I winced because it hurt. And then he pressed his right thumb against my lower lip, pressing it against my canine. "I need to show you your place; you seem to be forgetting that I am the one in control here, and I will use you anyway I wish. Your body is for my pleasure and not yours. I will be the only one giving orders here, so you better think before you speak next time, understand that?" he said spitefully, and pressed my lip against my canine hard enough to draw out blood. I was screaming in pain, as a little stream of blood flowed out of the corner of my mouth.
I suddenly realized my mistake. I didn't lose time to apologize. But he didn't seem to be listening to me.
"Do you like electricity?" He asked curiously.
I was confused, but also scared.
"Hmmm let's find out." he said.
"What are you going to do, Master?" I asked nervously in a soft voice.
"You'll soon know. The collar you are wearing isn't as benign as you think." he said that and pressed a button on a remote. And within a second a current began to flow through me. It was terrible! It lasted only two seconds yet it was an experience I won't forget.
"No! No! No! NOOOO! Please, not again. I beg you. Please don't do it again. I am sorry. I'll behave I promise." I said meekly.
"Na, just once more!" he said and it happened. I got another shock.
He smiled, and then he put the vibrator back to my pussy. I screamed in frustration.
He grinned as he watched me twitch and twist. He seemed to be really enjoying the sight of a helpless me tied to the bed and taking the torture of the vibrator. I saw him undress slowly, he looked like a king.
