About two weeks after my late night swim with my new muse Kelly, I find myself watching her in the halls and in class. My brain racing at a million miles an hour, planning out how to proceed with her. I think it's safe to say that she is starting to enjoy my little game as much as I am, even if she won't admit it to herself yet. That's okay, I know that she cannot escape me. But the thought keeps nagging in the back of my mind, is this okay? Do I really want her if she truly doesn't want me? It's this one thought that keeps me up at night. I don't think of myself as a bad person. When I took her the first time, it was to teach her a lesson. Have I pushed things too far?
I resolve myself to find out once and for all, and I think I know just the way to do it. One more, hopefully not last, session with my oh so adorable Kelly. It took quite some time to plan everything out. This time was going to be the most extreme yet. I plan to let my sadistic side call the shots, rather than trying to fight it. I can't help but think that, in a way, this is going to be both a confrontation and a confession. I plan to get Kelly to confront both her feelings, and mine. If that's too much for her...or me, then I guess all good things come to an end. Damn I hope not.
On the following Friday, I made my move. Slipping another note into Kelly's locker, and watching from the upstairs balcony as she opened it. This one was accompanied by a screen grab from the pool security footage. I had agonized over just which one to pick, but in the end I chose the one of me holding her up in the middle of the pool, after her second orgasm. The note reading simply, 'Meet me behind the football field, by the woods after last class'. I could see her face flush at the sight of the photo, bringing a smile to my own face imagining the rush of emotions she must be feeling.
I can't wait to see her again, to push her boundaries even further than before. The building anticipation is too much for me, and I decide to skip my last class. Spending the extra time at the appointed place, perusing the many images of Kelly on my phone. Finally, I hear the last bell of the day, setting my heart racing as I wait for Kelly to arrive. Twenty minutes later I'm still waiting, and I'm beginning to wonder if maybe she finally chickened out. Then I spot her, pacing just on the other side of the field. Clearly trying to work up the nerve to approach.
Kelly stops her pacing, turning slowly. It seems almost as if she could feel my gaze on hers as she faces me, our eyes meeting across the field. I give her a broad smile, knowing that she is going to come to me. Slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, she makes her way across the field. As she draws near I can feel my nipples growing stiff in anticipation of what's to come.
"What do you want from me this time?" Kelly asks, trying to act as if her knees were not clearly shaking.
"I want... next time." I said, echoing the words I spoke weeks prior. I take a step closer, my body language exuding confidence and dominance. Kelly swallows hard, her eyes darting around the field, as if looking for a way to escape me. "You can run, I won't stop you. But you won't escape Kelly," I say, lowering my voice, and extending my hand, "Not from me." Kelly's body begins to tremble, her eyes clouded with fear and excitement as she stares at my offered hand. Wordlessly, she places her delicate fingers in my grip.
"Good girl," I whisper, pulling her along with me as we walk into the shadows of the trees. I know where we are going, having scouted the terrain for the past week. Ensuring that my chosen location was both far enough away to not be heard, and a place we wouldn't be found. A small clearing amongst the trees. The last rays of sun filtering down to land on the carpet of pine needles underfoot. A single large powerful pine standing just at the edge of the clearing, surrounded by its smaller offspring. I almost feel Kelly's gaze drawn to the single rope folded over a large low hanging bough and tied off to one of its roots.
"Kelly this is our third little rendezvous, and you know what I want. So I'm only going to ask you one time." I stare into her eyes, seeing the anticipation in them. A need tempered by her fear of what is to come. "Yes or no?" I ask softly.
It's all that needs to be said at this point. I wait gazing into her eyes as they shift from me, to the tree, to the path we took to get here. When she finally speaks her voice is so soft I can barely hear it over the sound of my own heartbeat.
"... Yes..."
No more need be said, I slowly reach out grasping the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head, revealing her perfect pale breasts in a lacy white bra. I next undo her belt, allowing her skirt to fall down around her feet revealing matching white panties. I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of the beautiful porcelain skinned doll standing before me. Last but not least I remove her lingerie, causing her to gasp in the cold afternoon air. Gently wrapping the free end of the rope about her wrists, I take the end that was wrapped around the tree root and pull. Slowly but firmly, until her arms are raised high above her head. Tying the rope back to the root, I stand back and admire the image of perfection before me.
Kelly's snow-white skin is stretched taut, her chest heaving in fear and excitement. Her breasts rising and falling as she tries to steady her breathing. Between her legs I see droplets of her sweet nectar glistening in the fading light of the sun filtering through the trees. Kelly inhales sharply as I move closer, gazing into her eyes. Taking another rope, I secure it snugly about her left ankle, pulling firmly off to the side, and tying it off to a stake I had already placed in the ground. She realizes what I'm intending, and as I secure the rope around her right ankle I can feel the heat emanating from her body. Fear and desire combining in the air to form an intoxicating aroma that increases my arousal, like lighting bolts ripping through me.
Soon her right leg is stretched out like the other. I step back, steeling myself for the next part of my plan. She looks so delicate, hanging there in my ropes. Helpless, her legs spread invitingly open, displaying her arousal to my hungry eyes. I reached into my pocket, fishing out the item I bought online last week. Holding my new toy out for Kelly to see and asking her.
"Do you know what these are, Kelly?" I ask, keeping my voice low, not wanting to break the tension in the quiet clearing. Kelly shook her head, staring at the shining silver objects in my hand. I dangle them between my fingers by the chain connecting them, letting them sway slightly.
"These are clamps Kelly, can you guess where they go?" Her eyes widen as she glances down towards her bosom. "That's right, they go right here." As I say the words, I step forward and secure the clamps to her erect nipples. A soft gasp of pain, followed by an involuntary jerk, sends the clamps dancing. The chain tinkling in soft lustful tones. Her eyes meet mine, the pain, and arousal evident in her gaze.
"Quite the experience, isn't it? I tried them out myself last night. I hope you're enjoying them as much as I did." I reach forward, placing a finger on the chain and pressing down lightly, just enough to elicit a whimper from between Kelly's lips. "You know Kelly, I have a feeling that today is going to be full of new experiences for you... I hope you enjoy them. I know I'm going to.'' With a grin I walk past her, leaving her alone, and exposed, in the clearing.
I don't go far, I'm not about to let anything happen to my prize. I made sure that I was out of her sight line, before settling myself down on a fallen tree to watch. Enjoying how her body sways, the chain between her nipples dancing and jerking as she struggles against the ropes. She tries to wriggle free for several minutes, giving me one of the best shows I've ever seen. The more she struggles, the more aroused I become, my sadistic side loving every moment of her helplessness. I revel in the knowledge that try as she might, she is completely at my mercy, and it takes all my willpower to stay put. Forcing myself to wait patiently, I allow the anticipation of what is to come next to build.
I come up behind her silently, a long thin branch in one hand. Just as she seems to become aware of my presence, I swing the branch, connecting with her exposed ass with a sharp crack. A thin red line, appearing where the branch had struck.
"Oww!" Kelly yelps in pain, jerking at the sudden impact, causing the nipple clamps to swing wildly. I circle her bound form slowly, the power I feel in this situation causing me to chuckle menacingly. As I circle her I use the branch on her soft body, spanking prodding and rubbing whichever part of her catches my eye. Kelly's white skin is like a canvas and my stick my painters brush, each strike leaving behind my mark. Kelly squirms, moans, and yelps as I paint my masterpiece across her body, never once asking me to stop. A fact that doesn't escape my attention. I pause my torment to grin wickedly into her eyes.
"Do you like it, Kelly?" I ask, needing to hear her say it. "Do you want more... or should I stop?" she looks at me, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. "Tell me to stop if you don't like it Kelly, if you do, I will..." I wait, watching her body tremble as she pants loudly, her breathing ragged. My eyes widen as she shakes her head, so slightly I almost don't see it. "I need to hear you say it." Is all I can manage to get out. My own breath coming quick and fast. She bites her lip, her gaze coming up to lock with mine.
