06

Poppet

I awaken, my eyes flutter open to pain in my limbs. My body stretched across a half barrel, my wrists restrained with leather cuffs across the front pulled down to the sides. My ankles are restrained at the back in the same fashion, leaving my feet unable to touch the ground. My eyes flutter, feeling disoriented, and my head is foggy. I tried to move, but I was barely able to wiggle. My body pulled taut against the wood. This slight movement makes me whimper from the pain. My eyes widen in horror as the sound escapes my lips; I cannot close my mouth; saliva runs out and down my chin. A round ring gag secured behind my lips, causing my mouth to be stuck open. In a futile effort, I shake my head. The frustrated noise I make is a garbled whimper as saliva drips down, running in strings to the wood just below my face. The chill of the room kissing my skin, my eyes widen as I realize I am naked. My eyes dart around the room as I twist my head from side to side. The limited view of my surroundings is restricted to the dark wood walls immediately in front and to my sides. The room is in shadows; I can only tell it is a vast space and deafeningly silent except for my ragged breath.

I struggled to clear my mind, trying to remember how I got here, and the realization caused me immediate panic and fear--my body trembles, as I recall. I left work driving to the shopping area to meet my friend Rebecca. We ate dinner, shopped, and relaxed; there was no need to run home as my house was empty. My husband had gone out of town on business. I drove home, arriving just as the sky darkened, exiting the car, and grabbing my things from the back seat. I remember hands grabbing me from behind, a hand covering my mouth. Then nothing until now, here. My mind reeled as I realized it could only be one person. The stranger I had met online. When I finally took a risk and decided to try talking with someone. I knew it was wrong, but the years I had hidden away my darkest sexual desires had finally overwhelmed me. I thought it would be harmless to chat with someone about the things I touched myself to when I was alone. The things I was too embarrassed to ever reveal to anyone. The cravings of being used and controlled that no one would ever guess I had hidden behind my sweet, innocent face. The stranger I had been telling my dark secrets to for weeks now. He had gotten under my skin, never revealing anything about himself. He had kept me guessing, imagining, making me want more. He was an enigma.

The months of conversation, how he had twisted and fucked with my mind, made me ache for him. I had trusted him and allowed him to coax information out of me. I was naive enough to give him what he needed, not even realizing it was anything more than a game.  He had found out who I was, what I looked like, my real name. But worse than that, he knew what I craved, ached for. The things that made me unable to stop always wanting more; he made my body beg for his words. When he had told me he owned me, that I belonged to him, it had frightened me and aroused me. But I felt like I was losing control, so I tried to take it back. In my infinite wisdom, I thought I was smarter than him and could tease him. I wanted to see if I could make him crave me just as badly. I was teasing him, sending him pictures and videos of myself, and disobeying on purpose when he asked me to do things for him. Until I only succeeded in making him angry and frustrated. He told me I was being a brat. He told me if he ever got his hands on me, his punishment would leave me knowing who owned me. He gave me one final warning: no further excuses, refusals, or unruly behavior. When I wavered on my answer, he disappeared. The silence was deafening, and no matter what I said to him, he would not respond.  He made me desperately aware of how ignorant I had been to challenge him. He had consumed my thoughts and taken control of my body with his words. I had thought it was over. I vowed never to do it again. But he continued to haunt my thoughts.

I began to cry, unable to comprehend that this was real, as the fear crept up my spine. My sobs are the only sound in the room for several minutes as I struggle to free myself. Suddenly, I hear a scrape from behind me, a chair pushed back as if someone is standing from it. My breath catches in my throat.  I feel the touch of a hand. The fingers run the length of my spine from my lower back to my neck. My body trembles, unable to flinch away, my hands opening and closing in a useless effort against the restraints. A hand ran across my hair, and my head jerked back with sharp swiftness. A hundred tiny pricks of pain on my scalp cause me to cry out as a voice rumbles close to my ear. "How's my little slut? You have a nice nap, Stephanie."  I want to speak, try to say anything. My fear causes my body to shake uncontrollably, and all I can think to do is beg. My single word is making more saliva flow out of my mouth, "please," almost unintelligible as tears fall down my cheeks.

His voice, low and menacing, sounds again in my ear. "Was that a please, Stephanie?" He jerks up on my hair again, lifting me as far as the restraints allow. His hot breath caresses my skin as he speaks, "Stephanie, you're going to have to do so much better than that to apologize. I think you can be much more creative with a little incentive, don't you?"  With no time or warning, I feel the sharp, searing pain across my ass cheeks and upper thighs as he brings his hand down repeatedly. The smack of his hand loudly echoed throughout the room, with the only other sound being my garbled sobs. After several minutes, he stops. My ass cheeks continue to throb, and my throat is raw from my cries. He runs his hand across my ass, causing the sharp pain to increase. He continues to speak, "Mmmhhhmm, such a beautiful shade of red; I knew you would mark so beautifully slut." My sobs have slowed, and low whimpers escape my mouth as his hand continues to caress my skin. His fingers slide down the crack of my ass as he speaks again. "Are you wet for me, Stephanie?" His finger travels down to my slick slit, and slowly, he presses it inside me. My eyes close tightly, humiliation washing over me; knowing I cannot deny how aroused I am, he chuckles as he pumps his finger in and out of me slowly. My breathing quickens, and my hips lift slightly off the barrel. Fresh tears are rolling down my face. He stops abruptly, and fingers trail back up my body.

I feel his warm breath on my face as he leans close, his tongue licking away the tears on my cheek. He speaks as he groans softly. "Your tears are just as sweet as I knew they would be, Stephanie. Listen closely, as I don't like to repeat myself slut. You are going to learn many lessons from me. But the most important one is that you are mine entirely. I will make sure you know who owns you. Every tear you cry, every moan, whimper, and scream that leaves your pretty lips will be because of me. Every inch of your body and thought in your head will be mine. You can't run now, Stephanie." His hand goes around my throat, squeezing, I try to suck in air, and his grip tightens completely, cutting off my breath. As he continues to squeeze, my lungs begin to burn, panic and fear causing my eyes to widen, my vision starting to blur and blacken around the edges. His words continue. "You will even breathe for me slut. Do you understand?" I try to shake my head, and his grip loosens, allowing me to take large gulps of air as I nod yes. His thumb wipes away the tears rolling down my cheek as I hear his words echoing, "That's a good girl, Stephanie." He stands and runs his hand over my hair, and I hear his footsteps walking away and the soft click of a door shutting behind me.

And in that moment, I know I am lost, at the mercy of this stranger to be used, broken, and owned. The fear surged anew through my body as I sobbed with the realization. I provided this stranger with my detailed instruction manual, and now I am entirely at his mercy.  The shame and humiliation that as I lay here a prisoner, my body betrays me for him. I can feel the wetness leaking out between my legs.

The Enigma

I stood in the window overlooking the warehouse floor where she lay below, still restrained across the wooden barrel. Her pale skin bathed in the small amount of light from the bare bulbs that glowed down above her. Her lovely ass was a contrast glowing red from the spanking I had given her. I groaned aloud as I pulled the mask off my face. It had taken every bit of willpower I had not to bury myself deep inside her wet slit. I was still hard as granite beneath my pants as I readjust myself in a futile effort to relieve my aching cock. After months of waiting even to glimpse this woman who had captivated my every thought. Having her a few feet away from me, naked and bound, was like waving a raw steak in front of a starving lion. A low growl rumbles from my throat as my whole body shudders with anticipation. I want to consume her in every way possible until she thirsts for nothing but my touch, rearranging all her broken pieces until they mirror my own. As she drifts in and out of sleep, I watch her tears dry on her cheeks. Her red hair was messy and tangled from being twisted in my fingers. She is exquisite, stealing my breath, my eyes roaming over her.

After all the months of collecting all her depraved thoughts and fantasies, of knowing all the dark that resides in her pretty little head, she is a captivating paradox that radiates innocence, naivety, and shameful embarrassment. It is so irresistible that I want to destroy it slowly. To turn this sweet little poppet, who has been such a good girl her whole life, into the slut she always needed to be. The enormity of this opportunity is what has driven me almost mad with desire. That has pushed me to the point of no return. A smile spread across my mouth with the heady power of knowing I would be the one to seal her fate. My heart races with excitement as I whisper to my sleeping poppet, "Mine." Unable to escape my need for her, I replace my mask and go downstairs.

She does not awaken until I stand over her, my thumb tracing down her face. Her light brown eyes flutter open and widen as they stare at me. I see the fear in the depths, and her body trembles, making my cock twitch in my pants. The black mask covering my face exposed my eyes and mouth. I smile at her and say, "It's playtime, Stephanie. I have waited long enough to use my new toy, right?" Shaking my head, I continue, "Look at you; you're a mess, all covered in saliva. Maybe we should get you cleaned up a little." I walk around in front of her. Her eyes follow my every movement as I stand so close to her face that she has to tilt her head back. The way her eyes are upturned to stare at me makes me come undone. Grasping the back of her hair, I twist the strands through my fingers and roughly pull her back further before speaking. "But first, we are going to see just how far down you're throat my cock will go." Her eyes widen even further as her body struggles against the restraints. With my free hand, I unzip my pants and shove them down my thighs, revealing my already hard cock. My smirk widens as I watch her eyes blink rapidly, her head shaking from side to side. Her thoughts are evident as she trembles like a leaf. My voice caused her eyes to snap up to meet mine. "I realize we may have to work at this, Stephanie, most women can't come close to taking it all at first, But I promise once your training is complete, I will make you swallow every inch of my cock until your throat aches for it."

I placed my thick cock directly in front of my lips, stretched wide in a perfect O by the ring gag. Gripping her hair tightly to cease her attempts to move. I moan in pleasure as the head slides into her warm mouth. I am slowly relishing the sensation of watching it slide further between her lips, enveloping the thick shaft. "Fuck" I gasp as I push more of it into her pretty mouth. The sight of my cock moving in and out of my poppet's mouth is captivating. I release her hair and place my hand on her head, tilting it back. Lifting her chin and further opening her throat, creating an unobstructed path to fuck her beautiful face. Her eyes well up with tears as, inch by agonizing inch, I push my cock further down. Hitting the back of her throat, I feel her body spasm with each gag reflex. I pause, holding her in place, graciously allowing her throat time to adjust and speak. "Relax, my little slut breathe through your nose; think about how wet your tight little pussy is with my cock in your mouth. How, eventually, you will cum just by me pushing it down your throat. Her cheeks were wet with tears, making me smile at the evidence of my success in pushing her to her limits.

Unable to control myself any longer, I thrust forward, forcing my cock down her throat. Animalistic groan roars from my lips as this triggers her gag reflex once again, as I feel the blast of her hot breath pushed out to engulf my cock. It took everything I had not to cum right then down her pretty little throat. I watched her struggling to breathe with most of my thick cock lodged in her throat; the beauty of her in that moment was breathtaking. Knowing for her the seconds feel like an eternity as I hold her breath captive, the need to own everything she is overpowering. Until, at last, I let go, allowing my cock to withdraw. She spends several moments coughing and choking, desperately trying to catch her breath. Strands of saliva stretched from her mouth to my cock as she gasped. I look down and smile at her and, without hesitation, shove my cock back into her mouth. I vigorously work my cock back and forth like a piston, increasing the speed. With each thrust, I slam my cock into her throat, my balls rhythmically slapping against her chin. The mounting pressure to cum is building, and I know I am unable to hold off any longer. Amidst her beautiful sounds of gagging, slurping, and whimpers, I grunt out the words I have imagined saying to her for months. "Fuck I'm going fill that mouth full with my cum poppet." I feel the initial surge of cum burst into the back of her throat. Grunting, I quickly adjust my cock, pulling out so that it lands directly on her mouth and tongue. Coating her lips and filling her mouth to overflowing.

Once the weakness in my legs has improved, I lean my face close to hers, my tongue again flicking out to catch a tear and roughly whisper. "I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you are, Stephanie, with my cum covering your chin and running out of your mouth." Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I snap a couple of pictures of her, flipping the phone around for her to see. A shameful blush turns her face red as she closes her eyes and drops her head forward. I frown, speaking, "I said, look, Stephanie." She continues to look down, her eyes closed. I run a hand across her face, pushing the hair behind her ear.

I lean down, brush my lips across her forehead, and speak. "Oh poppet, don't be embarrassed; you will see my cum running out of every hole you have. You will come to understand you are mine, and I will make you the most perfect little slut for me." I grab her chin, tilting her chin up. Slapping her sharply across the face as I spit the words out menacingly, "Remember this, Stephanie, when I fucking tell you to do something, you do it, Don't make me punish you for disobeying me. Because even though I love knowing how much my little slut enjoys pain with her pleasure. There are so many ways I can make you scream that you won't enjoy at all. But I will." Releasing her chin, I turn to walk out of the room. Flicking the light switch off, I hear her sobs echoing throughout the dark room as I whisper. "Goodnight, poppet; I have such delights for you tomorrow." My cock hardens at the beautiful melody of her surrender as I close the door.

Poppet

As the lights overhead flicker on above me, I whimper. My entire body is aching and sore in ways I have never felt before. My eyes are swollen and irritated from the tears that have finally stopped falling.  My throat was so raw even a tiny whimper made me cringe from the pain.  I hear his steps moving closer, but I am too tired to raise my head. His fingers trail up my spine, causing my body to shiver at his touch. I want to cringe away from him, but I know from experience that restraints prevent such movement. He comes to stand in front of me, and I feel his hands on the back of my neck as he unbuckles the leather strap that keeps the gag in my mouth.  His fingers move as he eases it from behind my lips. I groan as I close my mouth. My jaw muscles scream in pain.  He moves swiftly and removes the cuffs from my wrists and ankles.  I wince as he picks my body up, rolling me over onto my back. The rough wood against my sore ass elicited another whimper from me. His hands move down my arms from shoulder to wrist, massaging gently, slowly causing tiny pricks of pain in my limbs as he attempts to awaken my stiff muscles. He moves down to my legs, giving them the same treatment from my ankles to the top of my thighs. His fingertips brushed the edges of my groin but never hesitated, intent on his task. After several minutes, he speaks. "I'm going to make you feel better, Stephanie, but you have to promise me you will not do anything to upset me.  Don't make me hurt you, poppet. Let me see what a good girl you can be for me."  His words were low and soft; they seemed almost loving if not for the apparent threat.

He leans down his face so close to mine I feel his hot breath on my lips as he presses his mouth to mine. Gently sucking on my bottom lip before moving away. "What do you say, my Stephanie?" My body and mind are foggy from the exhaustion and pain as I try to process his words. I am even more frightened by his complete change in demeanor. He must be insane to think he can kidnap me, abuse me, and then expect me to just agree with him. But in my current state, I am not capable of even walking unassisted, let alone escaping from him. I want to fight him, run from him, but I need to come up with a plan before I do something utterly stupid and get myself tied up again. I look up at him, meet his gaze, and nod in agreement.  A smile formed on his lips, and he quickly picked me up, cradling me to his broad chest, and carried me across the room. He brings me to a corner where he pushes open a sizeable white door, revealing a large clawfoot tub, double sink, and vanity. A stack of fluffy white towels and washcloths are sitting on the counter. My mouth gapes open as I stare at the sink filled with soaps, lotions, toiletries, make-up, and hair tools. Each one is precisely the same as what I use. I look at him in disbelief as he grins at me. Seeing how pleased he is with himself only makes me think he is even more deranged than before. "I have all your favorite things, poppet. Now I'm going to run you a bath, and then I'm going to help you clean yourself for me."

The humiliation rushed through me at the thought of him watching me bathe, causing me to speak hoarsely. "No, I don't need help; I can do it myself," I say. The force of his gaze causes me to look away from his eyes. He sets me down on a stool and leans over, twisting the handles as he adjusts the water flowing into the tub. The scent of jasmine fills the air as he pours a bath oil into the swirling water and turns to me. His hand moves to rest on my thigh as I sit naked, trying to cover myself on the stool.  His voice rumbles in my ear as his fingers squeeze into my thigh hard and bruising. "Look at me, Stephanie." the words are tinged with restrained anger as he continues, causing my body to tremble as his fingers dig deeper into my flesh. "What you want is no longer necessary because I know what you need. I know you don't quite understand that yet, but you will when every inch of your body feels the tracing of my fingers, is licked with my tongue, and marred with each mark I place on it. When I have claimed every hole, you have stretched them to fit so perfectly around my cock, and you can only whisper from the number of times you have whimpered, cried, and screamed for me. You will know who owns you.