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Tommy

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Apr 132014

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Tommy was taller than me by at least a foot. He was solid. He was thick. I felt the time he put in at the gym when he pressed against me. I didn’t want to pull away. My body had nowhere else to go, anyway. There was no safe zone. I couldn’t get around him. I didn’t want to. We were face-to-face. I had to pay up.

He gently referenced kink. He had my attention. He knew it. My playful banter and coy responses, brought about his warning. He was no one to tease. My stomach dropped and my pussy convulsed. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to test him.

He was a regular at the bar. He kept to himself, but gave way to coy flirting and witty backcap. He gave as good as he got. The innuendos were quiet, even with the loud background and my business with other patrons. All of the witty repartee siphoned out his dominant side. He knew I had an obvious understanding, but had chosen to teeter on the bratty side. I did so from behind the bar. It was a safe zone, mentioned many times. It was part of our game. I could tell it excited him. It excited me.

When Tommy stayed for more than his usual three beers, we spoke more in-depth. He couldn’t adapt to a vanilla relationship. And no relationship adapted to him. He was taking a break for a while. He went to the gym. He went to work. He came to the bar. Happy hour was very happy for both of us.

Some of his words sent me dipping out of sight. Hidden behind the bar was an unused kitchen. It stored two big beer coolers and the liquor kept in stock. There was never time to rub one out at work. Someone was always fucking thirsty. It did provide enough privacy to regain mental footing, if only for a moment. It was becoming obvious to him what was sending me running for cover. It amused him. I never expected him to follow me.

But there he stood. Shock stole my tongue. I looked up at him. He looked straight down to me. He was stoic. I considered nervously laughing off my surrender. But the atmosphere changed, and I didn’t have any more witty remarks. He leaned down and filled his hands with the back of my thighs. His fingertips gripped tightly just above the shredded line of my cut-offs. He lifted me with up with spread legs and leaned his weight against me and the beer cooler.

His lips were fat. I wanted to suck one. I tried to kiss him, but he pulled away. I looked up at him, instinctually; my face questioning what I thought was his hesitance. But I didn’t see him. He caught my mouth the instant before. Those lips that I wanted to taste were eating me whole.

It wasn’t romantic. It had nothing to do with what I wanted. This person was who he warned me about. He told me that he was no one to tease. There was no safety of the bar’s depth between them. Three beers today. Tommy wasn’t thirsty. Tommy was hungry.

The thick seam from my cut-off jeans rode up in between the plump outer lips of my pussy. Tommy’s handfuls were kneading their way up to my ass. I got his lip, for a moment. He let me have it. He nosed down and bit my nipple through my t-shirt. He could have it. I was cock hungry. He could have pushed the panties aside and slid right in. Time wouldn’t have allowed for it, but it’s what I wanted more than anything in that moment.

I dry humped him like a flat-backing whore. He came back up for my mouth. I sucked on his lip, just like I wanted to do his cock. Then I bit it. I bit it hard. He growled and I let go as his body tensed against mine. He went for my neck. He licked it. He slithered his tongue over my throat so that his teeth would have a slick place to land and sink in. I wanted to cum. He bit my neck. He bit it hard. I pulled at the back of his t-shirt when his teeth sank in. My cunt jerked and spat.

I was cock hungry.

Feb 282014

The majority of her wounds had healed. He tended to her very gently. She sincerely appreciated his kindness. He gave her warm baths. He examined each scratch and scrape. She had a bruised rib that he nursed back to health. He was tender with her.

There weren’t many words exchanged between them. His were affectionate. Hers were appreciative.

She became stronger. He no longer had to carry her into the tub. She preferred to shower. She was allowed to shave herself as long as he watched her. He would sit silently on the toilet, his head lolling from one side to the other in appreciation. She had to hand over the razor when she was finished shaving. Afterwards, she was allowed to continue washing. He never left his observant position.

Dressing was a game. He gave her first choice. A simple “stop” from the doorway and she knew her outfit had been chosen, even if she only had on parts of it. There were days when she wasn’t allowed clothes at all. The weather was warm enough that bare flesh and lite materials were not an issue. But the evenings…

He initiated the walks. She wore a collar. Its soft, black leather didn’t make up for its heaviness around her neck. At least it didn’t rub her horribly. She had trouble keeping up with his pace. His leash was short. Heavy chain looped through the thick O-ring on her collar. She wanted to wander. He wanted her right by his side. He was anxious about letting her out. She was anxious about being out.

The collar and chains kicked up a puff of dirt when they fell from her neck. They walked in the house with the sun setting behind them. She felt as if at any moment, the eggshells she walked on would give into the burden of what to say next.

She turned the lamps on in the living room, and shivered. “Thank you, for taking me with you… on the walk, Sir.” He freed his feet of his boots at the door and smiled on his way to the couch. “You’re welcome, pet.” She gave him a hopeful smile. “It’s a little chilly, Master. Would you make a fire?”

“No. I’m warm. It would make sense that if you want to be warm, you would be over here next to me.” She had been occupying the couch while she recovered and then the floor during most evenings. She nodded and took to the floor.

He looped through the channels until he found something he liked. Sometimes she’d laugh and he’d kick at her in a playful way. Mid-way through the night, the breeze that trickled through the open windows in the home got the best of her. She scooted herself over to his legs. She casually made herself comfortable between the two of them.

“You going to hide down there when December comes, pet?” He chuckled. Eggshells, again. Some things were so familiar. Some things were so scary. “Hopefully you’ll give me a blanket by then, Sir.” She couldn’t imagine being kept on this property, being his property, until December.

“I believe I just gave you my answer on that one.” He reached down and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. He snatched it back towards him. “Were you not listening?” Her head snapped back. Her scalp burned with the yank to her hair. Her eyes were wide, but she tried to keep her temper in check. “Yes Sir, I was listening. I’m sorry.”

He let her go instantly. “Sometimes I don’t know what’s going through your head.” She was silent. A decision was on the edge of her lips. She could continue playing dead, or really try to talk to him.

“Sir?”

“Hmmm…”

“May I tell you what’s going on in my head?”

“Turn around and look at me.” He pulled her up to the couch by her arms. He relaxed back into his seated position. “Speak.”

Trying to control that much apprehension left her visibly shaking. Her words were gentle, but she was lost in them.

“I’m scared. I’m scared of you. I’m scared of being here… or of you hurting me. I know that sometimes there are moments that we laugh and … but… you took me. I do thank you for being nice. You bought me sheets for my bed. You took care of me. ..” She was rambling. She was crying. At one point she began apologizing over and over.

He leaned into her, elbow to knee. “I took care of you because I own you. You are a piece of property. When I damage you, I will patch you up. I took you. You’re mine. I’m not being nice when I put you on better sheets. I’m taking physical care of something that belongs to me.”

He was getting tuned-up, because his words were completely calm.

She sat still on the couch. Deep, relaxing breaths. She was afraid to make eye contact with him. She should have just shut the fuck up. He’s just fucked in the head and she was going to die here. There’s no reasoning with him. God, why did she try? With a bowed head, her tears were welled up and dropped straight to her hands. She still tried to be as silent as possible. But he was staring at her…

He sprang onto her. His hands were in her hair, on her face, in her mouth, then down her body and over her breasts. His pinches. His hands. His fingers. They were everywhere. Eyes open or eyes closed, they wouldn’t stop. Attempting to block him was unproductive, but habitual. He was rough. It was the first time he had been so since she’d healed from her injuries. Her naked throat begged him silently. He could hear her nipples. Her cries and tears made him hard.

“I think you’re still a little confused about what’s going on here. This isn’t a vacation, princess. You’re here. You’re fucking here. Now it can be like the good ole’ times or I can beat you until that’s all you remember. “

“Get off of me!” She gave into a scream that had been buried deep. He grabbed her by the throat. He loosened his belt buckle. “There’s my girl, fighting a battle she’ll never win.”

He laughed as he forced her knees open.

The Odd Family

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Oct 012013

She belonged to both of them. Thomas owned her for two years prior to the decision to bring Brian into the relationship. Thomas and Brian were life-long friends and roommates. Having Brian living in the guest room of the large apartment was a natural fit. Although the two men’s relationship was purely platonic, they both shared similar interests in slaves. The decision to share the girl was an obvious one for the lot.

Thomas was Master. Thomas was thorough. He was detailed. He was a suit. He never missed anything. He was strict. He wanted her to meet his expectations. He wanted her to achieve goals that she’d set for herself inside and outside of the relationship. He pushed her when she needed to be pushed. He listened to her when she needed to speak. She laughed with him. She cried with him. They were hand in glove.

Brian was Sir. Brian led a cavalier lifestyle. He worked at a bar in the city at night. He spent hours at the gym during the day. He often benefitted from Thomas’ advice. He was spontaneous. He enjoyed her service.

Brian and Thomas both had different sexual needs. Thomas challenged her to give herself to him. She enjoyed his happiness. She loved being in his sexual service.

Brian was primal. He enjoyed her in an animalistic way. He wanted a game. He wanted her to fear him. He watched her during the day for any insignificant mistake, ones that Thomas would overlook as adjustments to day-today activity. Brian liked to take those puny missteps as sexual blackmail. She knew that there would be no consequences from Thomas. Brian savored in the mind fuck. Part of her enjoyed this. She didn’t understand why. She never purposely gave Brian an excuse.

On this day, she would be out all afternoon. The morning included daily laundry, a vacuum of the apartment, and the dishes. Diner was at seven. That gave her enough time to do the shopping and get back to prepare it.

She roamed from room to room, doing a supply checklist for the home. She’d need to make several unforeseen stops. This would affect her routine vastly. Around five she had the prudence to call Thomas and ask for an eight o’clock dinner.

He told her he was fine with that. There was an issue with a client and he hoped to be home by eleven. On the scarce occurrences that Thomas was not there for the seven o’clock meal, she left a plate in the fridge, but freshened it up when he arrived home.

He told her make sure that Brian was fine with it. She called Brian’s cell phone three times, every 15 minutes for a period of forty-five minutes. He did not answer. By default, she went with Thomas’ orders.

Her afternoon of late shopping was evident when Brian strolled into the kitchen and was met with counters topped full of groceries overflowing their bags. Evidence of all her trips, the bakery, the market, florists, the cleaners, all caught his attention. He was secretly impressed at her.

She popped up on the other side of the kitchen with a smile and an embellished sigh. He opened the refrigerator, grabbed a beer, and headed to the couch. “Yeah, your busy day is all over the kitchen.”

“I asked Master if it would be alright if we could change dinner to eight instead of seven. He said that he wouldn’t be home until late because of clients, so it would be fine, as long as it was ok with you. I tried your cell phone three times, Sir. Since I couldn’t get ahold of you I went with Master’s plan.”

“I was at the gym, and technically, no. You didn’t ask me.”

She had been nervously hopping about the kitchen, and putting things away until he spoke. She slowed and met him with silence. That moment gave him what he wanted. He would get more. Her voice was confessing an account and praying for justification.

She glanced at the clock. Seven –thirty-two. He stood up and finished his beer. He let the baseball game play on while he walked to the kitchen and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her into his room. Her footfalls were frenzied.

He slammed the door, then her up against it. He began to strip himself as well her. With his own clothes, he dashed through. With her clothes, he treated them like wrapping paper on a present, threads ripped, zippers popped.

“You lied to your Master. You told him that you’d do as he said, as long as I gave you my permission. Three phone calls is not the same thing as my permission.”

“I asked Master….” Her voice and the excuse seemed paltry, but his hand was strong and forceful as it struck across her cheek.

“That’s not the same thing.”

Brian leaned in on her. He huffed up and down her neck and into her hair. She felt him growing against her.

He put both hands around the back of her neck and pulled her forehead to his lips. He kissed her in a gentle, loving way. Her body molded to his. He was warm. He had her sweet, unassuming submission. He treasured that.

He wanted her to fear him. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have far to go. He released her, edging her back with one large hand wrapped around her throat.

She wasn’t allowed to touch their hands, beg, or speak unless spoken to while in this position, unless given permission. His hand was as loose as it could be against her throat, so she knew that this was the beginning of the game.

“It’s hard not to crawl on you. Rip you to shreds. I have to leave you in decent shape. And of course I can’t just tell my best friend that I got carried away and damaged our girl.”

His jaw tightened with his fist around her throat. Her air was gone so fast, and the words she heard so harsh. Both caught her completely off guard.

He let her go completely and she fell like bricks to the ground, gasping and coughing. He chuckled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and dragged her to him by her hair. He pulled her up between his legs. His fat dick was hanging in front of her, like a weapon of pride. His hand wrapped around her pained neck. His thumb rubbed out a perfect spot for his teeth. She would endure his animalistic biting until he broke the skin and her tears mixed with the blood. His teeth cut into her shoulders once her neck began bruising and swelling, blood running between teeth marks. It made it almost impossible to see where to attack next. Under her chin and even her cheeks had been purchased by the sharpness of his teeth.

She sobbed and begged for mercy, even tried to push him away. Brian held her close and decided only to allow her air when she displayed behavior acceptable to him.

“Now you’ve got a little fight, huh?”

Instead of a allowing her to answer, he slapped her. He loved the confusion he saw in her. He stood and went straight for his pile of discarded clothes. He came back with his belt.

She had taken the opportunity to move to the other side of the bed. There was nowhere to run from him. She couldn’t hide, and her face stung. However, fear and pain will do funny things to people.

He moved on top of his bed and simply looped the belt around her throat, pulling her up and onto the bed. He found her hiding place and his ability to hook her quite amusing.

“I’m going to choke the fuck out of you. Do you understand?” He smiled down to her.

She clawed at the belt. He loosened it so that she he could stuff his cock down her throat. Her tears and gagging originally came from him choking her, but now it was his dick that caused the pain from the inside. He held her face. He fucked her mouth until he reached the brink. He pulled out and let her head drop like a stone onto the bed.

“Roll over, I want your ass.”

He slapped her right ass cheek hard enough to rock her. She turned on him and shoved him, slapping against his chest as she screamed for him to stop. Every word spoken and turn to her body was a stinging reminder of the bites he had marked her with.

He’d allow for her arms to flail. He’d let her have her fight. He loved it when she thought she was going to get somewhere, and might have the hope of escape. His favorite part was crushing that hope. Each time he pinned an arm, or a leg, or grabbed a fistful of hair; he took that hope.

She knew that in the end, he always won. He acquiesced when it came to her fighting back, because he enjoyed it. When it was said and done, his cock ploughed through any hole he wanted. Part of her hated it, but she still screamed when he made her cum.

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Aug 142013

He told her never to cry out when he bit her. It took time for her, but she never cried out until she had too. At first, when he bruised deeply her skin. Then when he broke it and knotted her shoulders in pain and devotion. Until his teeth threatened her into dizziness. It was in those moments that she couldn’t hold herself back. She would let out the most gut-wrenching, painful screams.

He loved to hear her scream.

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