Plucking A Snowflake

This is one of those stories that just seem to pop up from nowhere when you're watching TV on a Saturday morning. As always this is a work of fiction, and I alone am solely responsible for its content and any and all mistakes are of my own doing. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. If you like what you read, please remember to vote, like and follow me, and if you leave a comment, please be respectful. Thanks for reading and following me.

It was colder than I remembered as I walked to my truck here in the parking garage, I had enjoyed a nice meal at a local restaurant that was right below the garage. Conveniently just half a block from the theater where I had just watched this year's production of the Nutcracker. It was one of my favorite ballets and I found it relaxing to see, as I have grown older, I've become more of a patron to the arts. As a kid I always liked museums, something about what was there always drew me in, I don't know if it's the history or the finding out of the unknown.

I could finally see my vehicle and 2 spots over another car was sitting there with its hood up and I could hear a young female voice muttering curses at the engine gods. I walked over clearing my throat, it startled her. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that.' I said and looked in. 'What seems to be the problem?'

She kicked the tire and looked up at me. She was very pretty, well built and seemed familiar. 'Sorry, this thing tends to die when it's cold out.' She replied.

'Mind if I look?' I asked and started checking the obvious thing then had her try to crank it over. I want over to my truck and got a few tools out of the box in the back, I made a few checks and had her turn it over yet again. 'It's your battery, when was the last time it was changed?' I asked looking for the assembly code sticker.

She got out, walked over to me and shrugged. 'I don't know, I only got the car a few weeks ago. It was working fine until we hit this cold spell. Hell, I just moved here 5 months ago, I don't even know my way around a 10th of this city.' She said.

I knew what she was talking about, I'd lived here for more than 10 years now and knew maybe half to 5/8 of it. 'Well, I know you won't be able to get a cab at this time of night and I can put the battery in for you tomorrow, that'll save you.' I told her and put my tools away. 'I can possibly jump you off, but will it start tomorrow? where do you work anyway?'

She turned around and pointed out the open space between the 2 floors at a brown building. 'Over there, I'm in the company.' She said. I snapped my fingers and smiled.

'That's where I saw you, you were one of the snowflakes in tonight's performance.' I said. She smiled and blushed.

'No one ever recognizes us.' She replied.

I closed her hood and smiled yet again. 'Well, you're in luck I do know where a Wally world is that's close by, we can get a battery there and that should fix the problem.' I said and opened the door for her. I helped her in marveling her muscle structure.

30 minutes later we were in the store and a few minutes after that I had figured out which one was needed, and she was able to pay for it. I had found out that her name was Carol and that she was from St. Louis, she had gone to school at UT Austin and had a BA with a major in dance and had been hired by the company right out of school. From me she had learned that My name was John, and I was retired because of injuries and that I had also hit the lottery a way back.

I asked her if she had any plans and invited her over to my place after asking where she lived, come to find out it was within a mile of my place. She accepted and followed me over to my place. I'm not the typical Bachelor, I don't have just beer in my fridge though I do have a fridge in the garage for just that. I actually do clean up after myself and keep my house clean and fresh smelling, and so on and so on.

I asked her if she'd like a bite to eat and quickly whipped up a small meal, after I gave her a quick tour showing her all but 1 room. I figured ballerina equals athlete so carbs and protein, I do love air friers they make things so easy to cook like chicken. I brought out chicken with rice and salad. Carol smiled and wondered how I knew how to cook so well, I told her that I had learned from my parents and grandparents and that they had raised no fool.

She laughed and said that I sounded like her dad, he often said that his parents didn't raise any fools. We both laughed and I asked her questions about her life as a member of the Corp. She said that it was hours of work every day, the only upside was that she was paid quite well, and the events coming up promised more opportunities for her to be an understudy for some of the more experienced dancers.

I finally looked at my watch and saw that it was nearing 12:00 pm and she was shocked, she stated that she was usually in bed by now. I laughed knowing that I would be up for another hour at least before I went to bed and told her so. I took our dishes into the kitchen and loaded them into the dishwasher and put things away.

Coming out I could see Carol watching me sipping her wine. 'What's behind the door you didn't show me John? I promise I won't run screaming into the darkness.' She asked and took another sip of wine.

I looked her over as I sat down. 'What do you know of the BDSM lifestyle?' I asked as I sat back after picking up my own glass of wine. She looked me over carefully and I simply smiled. 'No, I don't have horns or a tail and I'm not the devil. Although he does admire my work from time to time.' I quipped.

She did tell me that she had experimented while in college with her boyfriend and did like the feel the caress of rope on her skin and the feeling of being unable to do much excited her. I got up and entered my dungeon, I picked up a few things and brought them back to the living room where she sat. I placed the hanks of rope and a leather paddle on the coffee table and sat back. 'This is just a small sample of what resides behind door number 3, and no it's not painted red.' I told her.

I watched her pick up the paddle and caress its body. I had picked up several wooden paddle ball paddles last year and covered them in leather on both sides or leather and fur like the one I had brought out.

'Soft, but firm.' Carol said and smacked her left hand a few times with each side. There was a thin layer of foam under the fur side, I smiled at her words.

'All hand made by yours truly.' I said and bowed my head slightly.

I took the paddle from her and then took her hand, turning it palm up and brought the leather side down. There was a satisfying 'Crack' and she winced and her hand jerked, but she didn't scream out. 'Pain, like pleasure is simply one side of the same coin.' I told her and smacker her hand yet again with the fur side this time. 'It's all about perception and your ability to control it.'

I could hear her breathing speeding up and how she was rubbing her thighs together, I knew she was excited and would do nearly anything I wanted right now. I took a firm hold of her wrist and pulled her to me, she nearly leapt as I drew her across my thighs. I took a minute to get her positioned correctly and drew her skirt up, she had a gorgeous tight ass. I ran my had across it and felt the muscles ripple under that well-tanned skin, I lifted the paddle up and brought it fur side down across both cheeks.

She yelped and squirmed a bit but remained across my knees, she wiggled her ass, and I smacked it yet again, a bit harder this time. Carols head shot up and she stiffened and sucked in a deep breath through her nose. Her body shivered in pleasure, and I smiled at this reaction, I started smelling an enticing aroma and I instinctively knew what it was. Hot, fresh, pussy.

I flipped the paddle face to the leather side and laid several medium strength whacks on both cheeks, I watched each one giggle with each smack. Carol let out a long, low moan as I slid my hand between her thighs, she was soaking wet, and Carol opened her legs wider. I knew what she wanted and yes, I would give it to her, but first she would earn it.

'You want to cum don't you baby.' I quietly said as I teased her clit. 'To cum all you need do is become my slave and I'll take you places you've never even dreamed existed.' I could tell she was close, and I laid in several hard whacks. She nearly squirted all over my leg. I could hear her breathing becoming erratic and her moans louder with each breath. It's a good thing that when I remodeled, I had put in extra sound proofing.

'Please... please... need to cummm' Carol moaned out and tried to reach between her legs. I grabbed them and then one of the hanks of rope, with in a minute I had tied her wrist to her elbows securing them. I then tied her ankles to her thighs and stripped her so that I could gain access to her nipples, ass and cunt, in her present condition I now controlled her every move.

I started to take her closer and closer to the edge and just before allowing her to jump off I would pull her back and make her start all over again. Carol strained against the ropes but knew she wouldn't be able to break free unless I allowed her. She tried to apply the pressure she needed to cum, but I just wouldn't let her, and Carol was becoming frantic.

'Please let me cum.' She nearly screamed and humped her hips against my hand. I smiled and pinched her left nipple.

'To cum all you need do is release yourself and become my Kajari.' I said bringing her to the edge yet again. 'Just say La kajari Master and you may cum.' I whispered in her ear and pinched her clit this time and wrapped my hand around her throat, playing with her arteries.

Carol started to melt down and moaned out like a whore. 'Oh god... La kajari Master... fuck me La kajari Master... La kajari.' She screamed. I doubt that she knew what she just said but she has done as I had asked, and I granted her her release and allowed her to fall off the cliff. 'CUMMMMINGGG.' She screamed and entered subspace.

I eased her onto her side and untied, then stripped her. I stripped myself then lifted her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom and laid her on the soft sheets. I went out and picked up my and her clothes and the placed the glasses in the washer and turned out the lights. going back in I covered her and myself up and knew she would sleep for hours after what I had done to her.

'Yes my dear, you are my kajari and I will show you places you never in your wildest dreams ever thought existed.' I whispered in her ear and closed my eyes. I had yet to fuck her and I would do that later today after I had taken her to the edge yet again.

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