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From: Andreas Mann
Subj: The Housekeeper/Chap 2 "Gina's Dream" - 1/2
The Housekeeper
by Andreas Mann
Chapter Two:
Gina╒s Dream
There are times
when reality
becomes so intense
that it appears
as in a dream
He is sitting across the coffee table from me. His gray blue eyes are looking
at me. No, not at me but through me. I feel them pierce to my spine. I
shiver. My pussy tingles and begins to get wet. He is staring right through
me, seeing all my faults, all my sins, and all my fears. I cannot escape his
look. And I don╒t want to. I want him to see me and take me.
His eyes begin to glimmer with tiny sparks of electric blue. I stare back.
But unlike my Master╒s stare, mine is open and waiting. I want him to look
through me. I shiver again. A delicious wet pussy shiver, followed by an
erotic buzz that rises from my cunt up through my abdomen to chest and head. I
feel dizzy. Still, I won╒t avert my eyes. I want him to pierce me. Nail me
to his cross. Hold me in perfect one-pointed psychic bondage. His eyes are
like steel. They appear cold and strict, but in the electric glimmer there is
warmth and forgiving.
"A penny for your thoughts," he says with a smile.
I clear my throat.
"I was just thinking how exciting it is for me, and scary at the same time.
To be sitting here with you in this room. It's a great room. You've created
such atmosphere and warmth."
"Finish your drink," he says.
I raise my glass and drink, peering over the rim to observe him in the
candlelit darkness. His eyes appear smiling now. I watch him rise from the
bed and approach. He stops at my side. I feel the warmth of his body and his
breath on my naked skin. Then his hand reaches around and firmly and gently
pulls my left wrist into position.
╥Put your glass down, Gina,╙ he says in a deep calm voice.
╥Yes, Sir.╙
My right wrist is gently placed together with the left one. Two fur lined
restraints are wrapped around each. I watch as he feeds a small brass lock
between their rings. Click!
╥Owned,╙ he states, as if to himself. ╥This time I am locking you in place.
Do you understand the significance, Gina?╙
╥Yes, Sir. I╒m beginning to...╙
╥I own you now, Gina. You ARE my slave. Tomorrow, I may well present you
with a contract; a list of the rights you are giving up to become my slave. My
rules. But tonight, I think you need initiating further. I think you deserve
it. You are going to be such a good slave, aren╒t you, Gina?╙
╥Yes, Sir. I want to be obedient and please you.╙
╥You will, Gina. You will. I give you no choice in the matter.╙
His hands grasp my upper arms and he lifts me from the soft cushion. With one
hand holding the lock between my wrists, he guides me around the bed and across
the room into the darkness.
╥Stand perfectly still,╙ he says crisply, enunciating each vowel.
I stand in the darkness with my hands locked in front of me, waiting. I hear
a click and slowly I see red and blue light filter into the black. Before me
stands a beautiful leather covered spanking horse. My Master approaches from
behind. I sense his body first. My back tingles with uncertainty... Suddenly
my bottom explodes into fiery red heat. The smack of his bare hand makes me
straighten up and stretch for the ceiling. Then another follows, and another.
╥Mmmm,╙ he croons, ╥yes, that╒s it, Gina. You are going to be very obedient,
aren╒t you?╙
╥Yes, Sir, I AM. I want to please you, Sir.╙
I feel his hand on my wrists. He pulls me toward the spanking horse, stops,
and nudges me forward until the top of my thighs touch the cool leather padded
top. I see him squat down and wrap fur-lined restraints around my ankles. He
attaches them to rings on the left and right. As he pulls my legs apart my
pussy opens and I feel the cool air invading. My pussy is wet and swollen and
tingling.
He unlocks my wrists. His hand touches my back and he pushes me over the top
of the spanking horse. The soft, cool leather on my abdomen sends a shockwave
to my fingers and toes. My hands encounter the same soft, cool leather on the
narrow lower bench. He comes around in front and clips each wrist to a ring
mounted in the lower level. He runs his fingers through my hair and stands for
a moment before disappearing behind me, again.
╥Are you completely comfortable, Gina?╙
╥Yes, Master. Very comfortable. Thank you, Sir.╙
The leather top of the spanking horse is well padded and set at an angle that
causes my bottom to stick up and out. I am stretched completely and cannot
move a muscle. I am naked too, except for the restraints and my new slave
collar. My pussy is open and wet. I can feel the cool breeze invading again.
╥Very good,╙ he says drily.
I hear him step away and pull something from the wall of whips. His hand
caresses my cheeks and thighs. I wish he would feel my pussy. I am so wet and
horny. My cunt moans. Then I feel his fingertips pass over my wet crack, and
a wild thrill starts to rise and course through me. His fingers pass all too
suddenly. I sigh.
╥All in good time, little slave,╙ he says. His voice is deep and
aristocratic. ╥You have much to learn, but you have made a good beginning.╙
He comes close and speaks directly into my ear, as if talking to an unknown
creature, a soul in bondage. I swoon. My thighs tremble. He passes his hand
gently across my buttocks and down each thigh. ╥There, there, my beautiful
little slave. All in good time... First you must learn what it means to serve
me...╙ I hear the hiss of the crop sweeping through the air, and the shock of
the sharp, fiery slash on my bottom shatters all thought and sends me into the
arms of feeling. My head jerks. Can╒t help it. He grasps my hair and pushes
my head back down. ╥Only the beginning, little one. Bear it for me. Learn.╙
I am swept into the afterglow. Just as I am beginning to float, his crop
strikes again. ╥Gently, little one.╙ Then I feel the cool softness of rabbit
fur, caressing and soothing my burning welts. ╥There, there... Let it
happen... Don╒t resist.╙ I tumble and swoon, only to be awakened by the
terrifying sting of my Master╒s leather crop once more.
╥I am going to mark you, Gina. I trust you will understand my intention?╙
╥Yes, Master. Thank you for allowing me serve you, Sir.╙
╥Yes, Gina. You╒re a bright girl. That╒s it, exactly. I am going to mark
you so that you╒ll remember that you ARE indeed my servant and slave.╙ He
draws out the last word until it reverberates deep inside me. His crop slashes
into my bottom, sending waves of hot pain everywhere. They peak into jagged
edges and travel so quickly to my brain that my head flops sideways and my arms
and legs go limp. I feel the soft, cool brush of the rabbit fur again, and
begin moaning. I hear him encouraging me; giving me his blessings for my
journey inside. I float off into a languid, clear space.
I glimpse a flash and return to my Master . He is lighting a cigarette.
Quietly, gently, I return to where my body is bound and captured, strung across
the spanking horse like a slave in classical times. I feel naked and owned.
The shadow of his body passes over me. He is standing before me holding a
heavy flogging whip.
╥You know what this is, don╒t you?╙
╥Yes, Master. I do.╙
He raises the whip to my face and I study the thick heavy strips and smell the
pungent aroma of tanned leather. I kiss my Master╒s whip. He smiles. My cunt
thrills again and my heart moves. I am so happy to please him. I hope he will
keep me and never let me free.
The whip comes down on my bare bottom. At the moment of pain he speaks: ╥You
are marked, slave. You cannot see, but your pretty derriere has deep, red
welts. A criss-cross pattern. Pretty. And meaningful too!╙ He passes behind
me and kneels down to inspect his handiwork, feeling my bottom with his fingers
and passing them over my hot, wet slit.
Cont in Part 2