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  He showed no response.  I thought he might be shocked and horrified, but we'd
disliked each other for so long that it really didn't matter.  When he left, I
assumed I'd never see him again.

  The following night I went to bed in a fever.  I couldn't stop fantasizing
about finding someone who knew how to use me.  I thought about calling an old
lover, but I just couldn't bear the frustration of vanilla sex when I was so
desperate to be controlled.  After many restless hours, I finally fell asleep.
In my anguish, I forgot to lock up my apartment.  Perhaps it was deliberate...
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  I came partially into consciousness some hours later.  I wasn't sure what
had woken me, but I was lying face down on my bed with the covers pushed off
the bed.  It seems that my dreams had kept me hot all night.  As always, I had
slept in the nude.  As I became coherent enough to wonder what had roused me,
I realized that someone was in the room.  Before I even had a chance to turn
my head toward the intruder, a strong hand firmly grasped the back of my neck
and held me down.  Something hard and cold and metallic briefly touched my
skin.  I prayed it wasn't a gun.

  "Don't look.  Don't move at all unless I tell you to."

  I wasn't sure whose voice it was!  Perhaps... I didn't know.  The
voice was sultry, heavy with lust.  Maybe HE had returned after all.  I
thought I had turned him off with my desire to be submissive, but I may have
been wrong.  I was now awake enough to be afraid.  Was it him?  Or had someone
else happened upon my unlocked door?  Was I going to be fulfilled, or attacked?
If it WASN'T a stranger, was that a reason to feel safe?  I began to wonder just
how deeply our old animosity ran.  I didn't know what the metal was, and I
wasn't about to disobey his order until I knew what was happening to me.

  He ran a hand slowly down my back, toying with my fear.  Something soft was
trailed across my ass, then up my back.  I began to relax, thinking that no
attacker would be so gentle.  Then he ran a fingernail down my back, hard.  I
cringed, but his grasp on my neck kept me from turning my head.

  I heard a rattle of chain.  He pulled my head up with the hand on my neck and
slid a cold chain around my neck.  His hand finally lifted from my neck, but
only to secure both ends of the chain in it.  The chain wasn't so tight as
to cause much discomfort, but I've always had a phobia about anything touching
my throat.  My fear began to build again.  Not gentle after all.

  He moved his other hand into my line of view.  It was wrapped in a scarf- he
was giving me no clues.  He covered my face with the scarf and pulled the hand
out.  "Blindfold yourself," he grunted.  Still not enough for me to identify
the voice.  I hesitated.  He tightened the chain cruelly, making me choke.  The
pressure was relaxed almost as abruptly as it had tautened, but I knew what was
expected of me.

  I moved my arms up and pulled the scarf around my eyes and behind my head.
I hadn't realized how badly I was shaking.  He tossed the chain aside as he
grabbed the gathered ends of the blindfold from me and roughly planted his knee
in my back as he tied it in place.  I realized I could still see out of the
bottom of the blindfold.  I didn't know whether to be grateful or nervous.  He
grabbed my wrists and twisted them behind me.  I didn't have the chance to make
use of the gap in my blindfold before he had me handcuffed.  This was not the
metal I had felt before.

  My head was still facing the wall, but I tried to twist my neck far enough to
get a glimpse of my assailant.  Another mistake.  He slapped my face sharply.
"I told you not to look and not to move.  You'll pay for both."  I was finally
fairly sure that it WAS him, but somehow the knowledge wasn't as comforting as
it should have been.

  He had come prepared.  He slipped pads over each eye and under the blindfold
and then resecured it, tighter than before.  I began to wonder if he had
intentionally left me the opportunity to try to peek.

  "I've got YEARS of want to take out on you tonight."
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  I eased my knee off of her back and sat next to her on the bed.  God, she's
gorgeous.  I ran the tip of a finger along her earlobe, down her neck and along
her spine until I reached the handcuffs.  "Let's keep her guessing," I thought,
and slapped her across the ass hard enough to leave a handprint.  She let out a
little yelp and jumped.  I slid a hand along her hip and up her side.  "Roll
over," I said.  As she started to, I grabbed her right tit and pushed her the
rest of the way.  She gasped as the handcuffs bit into her wrists and back.
I gently ran the back of my hand down the left side of her face, between her
breasts and pinched her right nipple between my knuckles.  She trembled.
I wondered if it was fear, excitement or both.  I suspected she didn't know
either.  I ran my thumbnail up the inside of her thigh and started massaging
the tendon next to her pussy.  No one with the balls, huh?  I squeezed the
tendon tightly with my forefinger and thumb, wanting to see her reaction to the
pain.  She squirmed, whimpering a little.  "Who said you could move?" I asked,
and backhanded her across that beautiful face.  No answer.  I grabbed her left
tit and twisted, asking again, "Who - said - you - could MOVE?"

  "No one," she said in a small voice.

  "That's right.  You are going to do EXACTLY what you are told to and nothing
else.  Right?"

  "Yes."

  I twisted harder.  Menacingly... "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, master," she said resignedly.  I thought I saw a smile flicker across
her face.
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  Unbidden, a proverb popped into mind:  "Be careful what you wish for.  You
may get it."  I almost giggled at this disconcerting thought, but I tried to
supress the smile.  I just *might* get it, after all.

  His weight shifted off the bed.  I heard rustling, but I couldn't seem to
identify any sounds other than the blood pounding in my ears.  Was he
undressing?  His hands weren't touching me, and I suddenly cringed at the
thought of another slap.  God, did he see me cringe (move?)?  Having no clues
as to what would happen next suddenly seemed like the worst torture yet.  It
worried me that the thought of worse tortures to come seemed somehow delicious.

  I was trembling even more now, and I hoped he wouldn't punish me for what I
couldn't control.  I fought the urge to curl up in the corner of the bed.  As
if reading my mind, he said, "You can spread your legs... or not.  Those are
your choices."  It hadn't been an order, but did I have REALLY have a choice?

  Feeling bolder, I asked, "What happens if I don't?"

  "You'll know when I do it."  Still removing his clothes.

  I felt him move closer.  crack!  "I won't be so nice next time you speak."
My face stung from the abuse.   He grabbed my hair and slapped me again.  I
wanted to ask why, but I didn't dare.  Almost involuntarily, I spread my legs.
Still holding my hair, he stradled my chest and pulled my mouth to his cock.
I hated to realize how much I wanted it.
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  As I watched her, the tingling aftereffects of the slap leaving my hand,
I remembered how much I loved those lips.  Especially parted slightly,
as they were now.  I decided I wanted them.  As I straddled her, they parted
more.  A suppressed gasp... of anticipation?  I touched her lips with the tip
of my cock and told her, "Lick it."  Her tongue slid out from between those
delicious lips and did as I had ordered.  As I rubbed my dick around her lips
her tongue occasionally flicked out, providing fresh lubrication.  Enough of
this rinky-dink crap.  I prodded with the tip of my cock.  Her mouth opened
obligingly.  As I started sliding it in she became more uncomfortable, a tinge
of panic surfacing as her mouth was being filled.  Tough!  I was going to be an
inexorable force whether she liked it or not.

  "Take it... or you're going to get hurt."  A muffled noise emerged from her
throat, but she complied.  As I felt the tip hit the back of her throat, and
felt a stifled gag, I couldn't help but smile.  She sucked as I pulled back.
The sensation of her lips stretched tightly around my cock made it even harder.
I slid my right hand along the indentation in her cheek, and slid my dick in
until I was pushing against the back of her throat.  I held it there.  I was
reluctant to stop, but I wanted her to take it all.

  I slid out with a pop and the slurp of her sucking.  Her enthusiasm was
gratifying.  Climbing off of her and the bed, I slid my hands across her
breasts and under her armpits then lifted her slight frame and set her down on
her knees facing the foot of the bed.  She was very appealing in this
supplicative stance: on her knees, her hands bound behind her back.  Even more
so when I pushed her head down to the bed.
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  I didn't remember it being *this* big, but with a mouth full of dick it was
all I could do to breath through my nose, even when I wasn't gagging.  It was
enough to make me doubt that it WAS him.  I rapidly moved my tongue side to
side against the glans when I had the chance, trying to encourage him not to go
deeper and choke me with his enormity, but to no avail.

  Again I felt the anguish of uncertainty when he suddenly pulled out of my
mouth and got off the bed.  I was startled by the sudden contact when he ran
his hands across my skin.  He lifted me so easily!  It made me realize how
helpless I was against his sheer physical strength.  When he set me down I had
to part my knees to keep my balance, only to have him push me forward.  It was
humiliating and exciting to be so exposed.  With my knees spread and my ass in
the air, the cool air against my labia made me realize how wet I was.  I was
sure I was finally going to to be fucked, so it surprised me when he lay down
on the bed next to my prostrate form.

  He lifted my face from the bed and moved my mouth to his erection.  As eager
as I was, there was no point in risking further punishment by pretending I
didn't know what to do.  I took the head between my lips and circled it with my
tongue.  Hoping to surprise HIM for a change, I dove down on it.  It usually
takes some preparation before I can relax my gag reflex enough to slide a penis
into my throat, but I forced myself to swallow him entirely in this one stroke.
He touched my neck where it expanded from his entry.  Either he could see the
bulge or this wasn't a new experience for him.  My right tit moved against his
body as I bobbed up and down, and I shifted so my nipple could enjoy the
stimulation.  He noticed and reached a hand under me to play with my jealous
left nipple.  When he removed the hand, I groaned in frustration.  The vibration
from my groan inspired him to raise his hips, thrusting into my mouth.

  He was harder than ever, and thinking that he was close to orgasm, I decided
to risk his wrath.  I sucked as hard as I could as I let his dick slip from my
mouth and ran my tongue down the length of the underside of his cock to his
testicles.  I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and sucked on it gently,
teasing it with my tongue.  I groaned again as he slipped his thumb into me and
started rubbing my clit between two fingers.  Again, the vibration seemed to
please him.  I released the testicle I was sucking and ran a figure-eight with
my tongue around each of his balls.

  Now I knew *I* had control of the situation.
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  Yes.  She was every bit as talented as I had remembered, but I was getting
impatient.  She was getting too confident, and I didn't want her to forget that
she was mine to do with as I pleased.  As I continued to play with her pussy
and clit, I grasped her hair and returned her mouth to my dick holding my hand
lightly on the back of her neck.  As I rolled her clit between the tips of my
fingers, I slid my dripping thumb out and up to rub her tight little asshole.
She started slightly, but relaxed immediately and continued to suck on my dick.
She said EVERYTHING I wanted.  I returned my thumb to her wet pussy for fresh
lubrication.

  The nice long strokes up and down my cock were particularly distracting, but
not so much as to make me forget what I had in mind.  I returned the tip of my
thumb to her asshole.  When she reached the bottom of her next stroke, I used
the hand on the back of her neck to hold her there as I began to slide my thumb
up her ass.  She gave a kind of panicked whimper through her nose.  I slid it
to just past the cuticle even though I had to fight her asshole clinching.
"Relax," I said as I returned to her pussy for more lubrication.  I replaced
the thumb in her cunt with my ring and middle fingers and again started pushing
the thumb up her ass.  This time, despite the natural clenching of her asshole,
it slid past the knuckle fairly easily.

  As I rubbed the tips of my fingers together through the thin membrane
separating the two regions, I relaxed the pressure on the back of her neck.
She hesitated.  "Suck," I told her emphatically, puncuating it by pressing my
thumb farther up her ass.  I started a back and forth motion between my thumb
and fingers, so that the fingers were sliding in as the thumb was sliding out
and visa versa.  The effects were gratifying.  She moaned as her head bobbed
up and down on my cock with a renewed vigor.
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  I had never had anyone put anything in my asshole before, and I wanted to
object at first, but I knew it wouldn't stop him, and I didn't want to
jeopardize my plans for regaining my freedom.  I was surprised and dismayed by
the intense sensations brought on by this new violation.  I felt myself slipping
into a chasm of pleasure, but I summoned my last vestiges of self-control and
forced my attention back to the task at hand: turning the tables.

  I knew well that letting him cum would restore his will-power, so whenever I
sensed his impending orgasm, I would change from long strokes to teasing licks.
When I was sure that he must be lost in his own heady desire for release, I
knew it was now or never.  I took him all the way into my mouth and then drew
back slowly, sucking and moving my tongue against his swollen cock.  When I
reached the head, I flicked my tongue aginst it, and placing my lips against
the glans, said, "Take the handcuffs off and I'll make you cum."

  I had always believed that women are more powerful than men.  Get a man close
enough, and he's incapable of denying you, I had thought.  I was wrong.  Almost
immediately, I felt him stiffen in annoyance, and I realized how badly I had
misjudged my situation.  He jerked his fingers out of me and slapped my ass.
When he grabbed my hair and pushed my face into the bed, I wished I could
retract my words.

  I was terrified by his abrupt movement, and I could feel his weight on the bed
behind my vulnerable upraised ass.  I braced myself for another blow.  It
didn't come.  In stead, he placed the head of his dick against my dripping pussy
lips and slid all the way into me.  When he drew back for another stroke I
realized with relief that he was intent on release, not punishment.  He pushed
in deeply and placed his hands firmly on my hips.

  I was confused when he pulled out and cruelly tightened his grip with one
hand, but not for long.  He nestled his cock against my virgin asshole.  Terror
overwhelmed me when I realized his intent.
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  The relaxation I saw when I stuck my dick in her hot cunt made it evident that
she didn't know what was about to happen.  Good.  I dug the fingers of my left
hand into the tender flesh of her full hips to remind her to behave as I
removed my right hand to press the tip of my cock against her asshole.  As the
realization struck her she shrieked and straightened her legs, trying to escape.
Of course, all this accomplished was putting her in a more vulnerable position:
on her stomach with my knees between her spread legs.  The unexpected motion
made me see red.  I grabbed her by the handcuffs and pulled her arms up severely
so that the slightest movement would cause the pain to become excruciating.
With her face pressed further into the bed, there was no avenue of escape from
the pressure to her shoulders.  Using my grip on the handcuffs for leverage, I
spread my knees, forcing her legs farther apart.  "If that's the way you want
it...,' I said as my fingers bit deeper into her hip, where I still held her.

  I moved my left hand from her hip and placed my forearm across the back of her
neck.  Releasing her arms, I lay forward, pinning her under my weight.  I lifted
my hips and rolled slightly to the left as I grasped my cock with my right hand
and guided it to her asshole.  She squirmed slightly.  I shifted more weight to
the forearm across her neck and repositioned my cock once again.  "If you don't
want it easy...," I said as I quickly forced the first three inches up her ass,
ignoring the pain.  She cried out, then lay there whimpering.  I pulled back
slightly, then continued the forward pressure at a more reasonable rate.  As I
felt myself all the way in I started sliding in and out slowly.  She began to
relax as my strokes became progressively longer and quicker.

  It was time to find out if she would truly submit.  I pulled out of her ass
abruptly and rolled off the bed.  She moaned, but didn't move.  I unlocked the
handcuffs and looked down at her ravaged form.  "Do you want me to leave?"

  "Wait...what?...aren't you going to cum?"

  "I can GET laid.  I want a slave.  You said you wanted to be used.  Now you've
had a taste.  You can submit to me entirely, or I can leave...do you want me to
leave?"

  She hesitated.

  "No."

  I took her blindfold off and showed her the collar I'd brought.  It was a
heavy gold choker, about 3/4" wide and a few millimeters thick.  Only instead
of a typical jewelry clasp, the snap-release had been modified.  Once the collar
was fastened in place, it couldn't be removed except by cutting through it.

  She looked up at me, doubt evident in her expression.  She waited, expecting
me to put it in place.  Instead, I handed it to her.  "If you put it on, you're
mine.  The only way to get it off is to have someone cut it off.  If you ever do
that, you'll never see me again."  She studied the clasp, then returned her gaze
to my face.  Without taking her eyes off mine, she raised the gold to her throat
and fastened it in place.
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  He relieved himself in my ass that night, but I wasn't allowed to cum.  He
told me that only when I had been properly submissive would I have that
opportunity.  It seems that my wish had been granted.  It was the start of a
beautiful relationship.