CRACK.........CRACK..........CRACK.......
The sound of the paddle hitting against flesh echoes in your bedroom. Again and again, you use the wooden paddle to smack the bare ass of the man lying across your bed.
"Do you like that, slave? Do you want more?"
"Yes, Mistress, oh yes"
"Well, unfortunately, it's time for you to go to work. Maybe if you're good, I'll give you a little more tonight."
"Oh, please, Mistress, I've been so bad lately."
Chuckling, you smile as your husband begs you for more of your exquisite punishment and control. Stepping back, you catch a glance of yourself in the full length mirror at the far end of the room. With neck length golden blond hair, your smooth alabaster skin stands in complete contrast with your black bra and panties and you know that you cut a fine figure of a woman.
Putting on his clothes, your husband pleads with you, "Please, I don't want to go."
Walking up to your husband, you throw your arms around his shoulders. Your black high heels raise your petite frame almost to the same height as your husband.
"Now, now, my dear slave, none of that. You have to go to work and I have plenty to do around here. Since our kid is at my mother's this weekend, maybe if you are a good little boy today, I'll have Christine's husband come by tonight and you can play with him. You'd like that, I know."
"Oh, yes, dear, I would"
"OK, off with you then. I'll see you later tonight." Kissing him goodbye, he leaves the bedroom and you begin picking up your dominatrix 'toys', the wooden paddle, velvet cuffs, and ball gag among others. You always enjoy your playtime with hubby. You're always able to bring him to climax just by exhibiting your power over him. Ironic, considering that he is so much bigger than you.
Lying down on the bed, you feel yourself growing wet at the thought of holding that kind of power over someone. Running your hands over your toned body, you feel the electric thrill you always feel after playing the role of dominatrix. Cupping your ample breasts, you feel their fleshy give under your bra. Not too bad for a mother of one. While continuing to squeeze one breast, your other hand runs down your smooth stomach and comes to rest at the hem of your panties. Closing your eyes, you bite your lower lip as your fingers begin to slide beneath the lacy fabric of your panties. Just as your fingers begin to lightly rub your shaved pussy, you're startled to hear,
"Oh my, what a lovely sight this is."
Snapping your eyes open and whipping your head to the sound of the deep voice, you see a tall stranger leaning against the bedroom door frame, arms crossed with a huge grin on his face.
"Please don't stop, my dear, I was just beginning to enjoy the show."
"Who the....who the fuck are you?" you exclaim, "and how did you get into my house?"
"I don't think that's important right now, do you? I'm here, that's what matters."
"Get the hell out of here now or I'll call the police."
The stranger begins to walk into the room. You now notice that he isn't what anyone would consider a common home intruder. Dressed in black slacks and black shirt with a white tie and gray suit jacket, he looks like he just stepped out of GQ magazine. Looking around the room, he casually removes his jacket, drapes it across a chair and begins to loosen his tie.
"Oh, I don't think you want to do that. Besides, the phone is in the other room. You have a very lovely home, by the way."
As he sits at the edge of the bed, you instinctively retreat to the other end until your back is pressed up against the wall. Pulling your legs up in an attempt to cover your semi-nakedness, you ask,
"Wha.......what do you want from me? We....we....don't have much money, but...."
"Oh, Annette, I don't want anything from you. It is I who want to give you something."
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"Sweet, lovely, Annette. My dear, I know all about you. I know how you like your coffee in the morning. I know where you work in the financial district. I know how your child enjoys your reading bedtime stories every night. I know the very unusual way you purchase your lingerie. I know how you like to change your hair color often. Though, you really should stick with your natural golden blond color. It's definitely the sexiest, but, that is just my opinion. I know all your secrets and I know all your hopes and dreams. But, most of all, my dear beautiful Annette, I know your most cherished desire. And that is why I'm here. To help you make that desire a reality."
"You're crazy, you.....you're certifiable. How dare you barge into my house and threaten me....I want you the hell out of here now!"
"Threaten....moi? Tsk, tsk, darling, must you always act in the role. It so unsuits you."
"Get out now! You....you don't know anything about me. It's all a trick. I have a good life, wonderful kids, a nice house, a loving husband who worships me..."
"Ahhhh, ahhh, and there is the problem, my pet. Your loving husband.....a man who would rather beg you to satisfy his carnal desires when he should simply take what he wants. Instead, you are obligated to act out a role you were never meant to play. A role that is contrary to the positions a man and woman should play in today's society."
Leaning toward you, he reaches in to gently cup your cheek in his strong hand.
"No, my sweet, it is your role in this world to be a man's plaything. Instead of being the master, it is you who should be the slave. The only begging for sexual satisfaction should be coming from your lovely lips. And that is your most secret desire. Not to rule, but to be ravished. Not to dominate, but to be subjugated. I am simply the vessel that will help you reach your intended sexual and emotional focus.
"Oh....oh my God.....you're planning to r..r..rape me?"
"Rape? Oh, Annette, such an ugly word. I prefer the term 'liberate'. I want to help you purge the thoughts, habits and actions that prevent you from experiencing true sexual nirvana. Together, we will embark on this great journey. Shall we begin?"
Hoping to take the stranger off guard, you nod your head eagerly as if in compliance and then quickly attempt to roll past him. He quickly reaches out, however, and snakes an arm across your waist, and with seeming ease flings you back into the middle of the bed. You can barely utter a breath to try to scream before he has flung you unto your stomach. Your face is roughly pushed into the bed pillows. As you try desperately to breathe, you can feel the stranger's knees forcing your legs apart as he settles between them, his weight pinning you to the bed. Your right hand reaches out to push against the headboard in an attempt to free yourself to no avail. After what seems to be an eternity, the pressure forcing your head down begins to ease and you hungrily gulp in breath after breath of sweet air. With his hand firmly pressed against your back, he leans in and whispers in your ear,
"Well, I knew it would be difficult for you to accept the much needed change that you need to undergo before you could reach your full potential, but you needn't make this any harder than necessary. So, no screaming, no crying, no moving unless I allow it. Are we clear, my dear?
"Oh, please......don't do this.....please don't.....please, please, don't rape me...."
"And now, darling Annette, please don't move. I would hate for an errant movement on your part to cause me to mar any part of your gorgeous body."
You lay still on the bed as you feel the stranger grab and pull at the strap of your bra. In a moment the pressure pulling on your breasts is released and you know that he has cut away the strap of your bra. You can hear his breath becoming more ragged as he reaches forward to slice apart each bra shoulder strap. With a quick tug, he pulls your ruined bra out from underneath your body.