The purple door leered at me as I got out of the moving van. I checked my wallet to be sure I had my money, even though I remembered looking while I was in the parking lot of my apartment building. This was the first time I had responded to an ad in Craig’s list, and I was more than a little nervous. After all, I had heard stories about terrible things happening to women. I mustered up as much confidence as my overly-cautious mind and well-controlled life would allow and found myself on the front step knocking. Doors should never be this color, I thought.
The door eased open, creaking. “Yeah,” said the faceless voice from the darkness.
“I….uh….called about the….couch,” I responded, stammering a bit more than I would have liked.
The darkness echoed, “Come in,” and I obeyed. As I stepped into the room, surprisingly well-furnished and tidy in a way that was unsettling, I remained speechless.
“Follow me,” he said, and I obeyed. We walked to the back of the house, through the dining room, and into the kitchen, where a door swung open after a firm tug, slapping against the wall before coming to a rest.
“Walk down the stairs,” he ordered, and I obeyed. My feet descended into the blackness as I clung to the rail and felt for solid ground with each and every step. My thoughts raced as I wondered when I would reach the bottom. His eyes, even in the dark, drilled hot holes in my head as I imagined his hands just inches from my shoulders, capable of tossing me to the floor with no effort at all.
As my foot took the last step and landed firmly on the floor of the basement, the smell of wet dirt drifted up and surrounded me. My eyes had not yet adjusted to the low light after coming inside from such a sunny day, but a metallic shimmer in the corner caught my attention. Almost imperceptible, the sound of metal brushing against a solid surface rang through the dungeon-like room.
“In the corner,” he demanded, and I obeyed. And then I saw it. Cold metal bars, medieval lock, tiny window, dirt floor…..”Closer,” he insisted, and I obeyed. One step, two steps, three steps more before she appeared, crouched on the floor like a wild animal, gnawing on a bright red apple, eyes glowing, teeth glistening, skin beaded with sweat, hair matted to her head. Without being told, I continued walking, faster now, heart pounding, ears ringing, mind racing, cunt dripping.
As I reached the cage in the corner, two hands came from behind me and grabbed the bars, pinning me against them so hard that I just knew that either the metal would bend or I would be forced through the openings in pieces. The scratch of metal, a click, a creak, a groan, a slam, and suddenly I was on the other side of the bars looking out, the crunch of the apple the loudest thing I had ever heard, and then silence. A moment of silence in the dark uncertainty, panic, dread, and then finally, the voice once more, “undress,” and I obeyed.
Sticky hands wrapped around my ankles, pulling me to the ground, and I obeyed. No struggle as those same hands pushed my knees up against my chest, as I sat on the damp floor.
“Lie down,” he said. And I obeyed. Weight eased itself onto my bare chest, soft hair brushing my cheeks, rough hair burning my already hot wet clit, hips lifting themselves up, trying to consume the wild beast on top of me. And then her tongue began consuming me, licking, stroking, piercing my pussy. Her snatch was just out of reach of my own mouth. “Lick her,” he barked, and I obeyed, craning my neck to reach it, suddenly hungry for her musky cunt, dripping deliciously into my waiting mouth, my hands pushing her deeper into my face, my nose inside of her. I couldn’t get enough of that smell.
The sound of a lock opening, the rattle of the bars, the clang of the door closing again, footsteps…..black shoes stepping on my hair, fingers pushing my head deeper, harder into the wetness, slurping it up. His knees on either side of my head, I watched his hard cock go straight into her ass, my tongue reaching up to lick his balls as they flopped on my face. “Lick my cock,” he demanded. And I obeyed, as it dove deep into my throat for one stroke, two strokes, three strokes, and then straight back into her waiting ass.
“Get on your hands and knees. Both of you.” And we obeyed. I felt his cock against my ass and then suddenly, I was full with his shaft, plunging, plowing, fucking me as I pushed backwards as hard as I cold, wanting more, needing more. Three strokes, four strokes, five strokes, blinding pain, harsh desire, sweat dripping, and then I was on my back, cunt on my face, dick in my pussy, silently screaming, pulling on flesh, wet truth engulfing me.
“Suck my cock,” he whispered. And I obeyed, my tongue wrapping around each violent thrust, gagging, gasping for breath, hands pushing him deep, then deeper, than deeper still until his moan echoed against the walls of the cage.
He pushed me down onto the ground, his cum dripping from the corner of my mouth as the key turned in the lock. “Stay here,” he ordered. And I obeyed, as his footsteps going up the stairs faded into silence.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Caged
It was always about the waiting. Waiting for the next meal. Waiting for the sun to come up so I could make a mark in the dirt floor. How many marks now? I traced them with my fingertips. One…two….five….ten…more? The darkness was deafening, only a small streak of light visiting the cage through the tiny barred window in the corner, partially blocked by a bed of flowers. I knew it must finally be spring. The winter passed without any visitors, snow packed against the glass, my world black for days, weeks at a time it seemed. Waiting for spring. Waiting for the creak of the door, the heavy footsteps, the key in the lock. Waiting. Always waiting.
It had been a long time since I had heard a knock on the front door. How many marks ago? One? Two? Ten? Fifty? The last time, the door quickly closed and a car sped off into the night. There were no footsteps that time. This time, I hoped, would be different. Knock. Knock. Knock. Somewhat muffled and subdued, not like last time at all. The door above me opened, a female voice spoke. I couldn’t hear the words, but two sets of footsteps walked, and then silence. Waiting.
The creak of the door. His voice, “Walk down the stairs,” and then footsteps on wood, louder, closer, faster. Waiting. “In the corner,” he bellowed at last, as I crouched against the cool cement wall with my apple, as he trained me to do my first day. I had always been an obedient pet, and was well rewarded for it. After rubbing some extra dirt in my hair, I clutched the apple with both hands, savagely biting into it, feeling her under me already.
“Closer!” The first thing I saw was her left foot. Bright red pumps with four inch heels quickened their pace, and then the familiar harshness of flesh on metal, the click of a key, and the scent of her flesh washing over me. “Undress,” he demanded. I could wait no more. Hungrily, the apple abandoned in the corner with the pile of rotten cores, I grasped her ankles—hard. With practiced hands, sticky with anticipation, I pulled her to the ground like a wild animal overtaking its prey, pushing her knees up against her chest, mouth finding the delicious wetness between her legs. “Lie down,” I heard, and positioned my dripping hairy box above her mouth, just out of reach as I devoured her snatch in a frenzy of licking and sucking, my face now covered with her . I knew I would be able to savor her for days.
“Lick her,” he ordered, as I lowered myself closer. At last, her tongue thrust into my waiting lips, filling my throbbing cunt with her nose. Again, the footsteps, the sound of a zipper, the slapping of thighs against flesh as his hard cock plunged deep into my ass, which flung itself backwards to take more of him in. I couldn’t get enough of his searing flesh, my thighs aching from pushing hard against his stomach, dripping with sweat and power. “Lick my cock,” I heard, as he pulled out of me and thrust into her mouth. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And then relief, as he returned where he belonged, my knees digging into the damp dirt floor, hands tight around her ankles, my mouth biting at her clit like a piranha, devouring her flesh.
“Get on your hands and knees. Both of you.” And we obeyed. I felt his hand firmly on my ass, digging a finger deep inside of me, her moans in my ear again and again and again. I heard him pull out of her, her back slapping into the floor. I climbed onto her face, his hands on my neck, grabbing, choking, dick in her pussy thrusting with such force that it drove her tongue deeper inside me, rough and wet, gasping for breath, black spots in front of my eyes driving me to push harder onto her face, my hands on his ass pulling him closer.
He picked me up by the neck and effortlessly flung me into the corner to watch. “Suck my cock,” he whispered, grabbing her hair and flexing his hips in one deft motion. I heard her gagging, my entire fist shoved into my slippery snatch, unclenching and flexing my fingers, and finally, he moaned. My pussy grabbed my hand tightly as I came in the darkness, and I suppressed my screams as I was taught through the liberal use of his cane so long ago.
“Stay here.” And then, as always, the click of the key, and the loud footsteps faded up the stairs, leaving me to wait until I could obey him once again.
It had been a long time since I had heard a knock on the front door. How many marks ago? One? Two? Ten? Fifty? The last time, the door quickly closed and a car sped off into the night. There were no footsteps that time. This time, I hoped, would be different. Knock. Knock. Knock. Somewhat muffled and subdued, not like last time at all. The door above me opened, a female voice spoke. I couldn’t hear the words, but two sets of footsteps walked, and then silence. Waiting.
The creak of the door. His voice, “Walk down the stairs,” and then footsteps on wood, louder, closer, faster. Waiting. “In the corner,” he bellowed at last, as I crouched against the cool cement wall with my apple, as he trained me to do my first day. I had always been an obedient pet, and was well rewarded for it. After rubbing some extra dirt in my hair, I clutched the apple with both hands, savagely biting into it, feeling her under me already.
“Closer!” The first thing I saw was her left foot. Bright red pumps with four inch heels quickened their pace, and then the familiar harshness of flesh on metal, the click of a key, and the scent of her flesh washing over me. “Undress,” he demanded. I could wait no more. Hungrily, the apple abandoned in the corner with the pile of rotten cores, I grasped her ankles—hard. With practiced hands, sticky with anticipation, I pulled her to the ground like a wild animal overtaking its prey, pushing her knees up against her chest, mouth finding the delicious wetness between her legs. “Lie down,” I heard, and positioned my dripping hairy box above her mouth, just out of reach as I devoured her snatch in a frenzy of licking and sucking, my face now covered with her . I knew I would be able to savor her for days.
“Lick her,” he ordered, as I lowered myself closer. At last, her tongue thrust into my waiting lips, filling my throbbing cunt with her nose. Again, the footsteps, the sound of a zipper, the slapping of thighs against flesh as his hard cock plunged deep into my ass, which flung itself backwards to take more of him in. I couldn’t get enough of his searing flesh, my thighs aching from pushing hard against his stomach, dripping with sweat and power. “Lick my cock,” I heard, as he pulled out of me and thrust into her mouth. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And then relief, as he returned where he belonged, my knees digging into the damp dirt floor, hands tight around her ankles, my mouth biting at her clit like a piranha, devouring her flesh.
“Get on your hands and knees. Both of you.” And we obeyed. I felt his hand firmly on my ass, digging a finger deep inside of me, her moans in my ear again and again and again. I heard him pull out of her, her back slapping into the floor. I climbed onto her face, his hands on my neck, grabbing, choking, dick in her pussy thrusting with such force that it drove her tongue deeper inside me, rough and wet, gasping for breath, black spots in front of my eyes driving me to push harder onto her face, my hands on his ass pulling him closer.
He picked me up by the neck and effortlessly flung me into the corner to watch. “Suck my cock,” he whispered, grabbing her hair and flexing his hips in one deft motion. I heard her gagging, my entire fist shoved into my slippery snatch, unclenching and flexing my fingers, and finally, he moaned. My pussy grabbed my hand tightly as I came in the darkness, and I suppressed my screams as I was taught through the liberal use of his cane so long ago.
“Stay here.” And then, as always, the click of the key, and the loud footsteps faded up the stairs, leaving me to wait until I could obey him once again.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The Key
I split the blinds with my thumb and index finger and peered through them when I heard the van door. I always watch closely as they walk up the sidewalk, the motion of their body, their clothes, all clue me in to what comes next. This one was different from the last few. Her blonde hair carefully arranged, short black skirt perfect and wrinkle-free, red pumps catching the sun in just the right way. It was almost as if she planned it that way, her mind racing in an attempt to entice me.
I knew her carefully controlled life camouflaged the chaos, the turmoil, the lack of self-control she felt boiling up in the back of her throat. Given just the right circumstances, just the right words, that plastic exterior would melt away, leaving nothing but the heat.
She acts like a bitch, and she deserves what she is about to get. In reality, I know she is a whore. A dirty, reluctant slut, using her cunty power to get what she wants. It is high time she was taught a lesson, her perfect world shattered like the mirror in front of which she spends too much time. She should not have kept me waiting, pacing back and forth in front of the window, straining to hear the sound of a motor. It is I who have the power, I who should keep her waiting. The lesson will be taught in due time.
The timid knocks confirmed my theory, and I opened the door so she couldn’t see my face. Never, ever let them see your face before they come inside. She stammered, “I….uh…..called about the ….couch?” It isn’t a question, you ignorant whore, I thought, but relished the unease she already clearly felt.
“Come in,” I directed, stepping further inside while still holding onto the doorknob. I’m getting better at this, I thought to myself, locking the door discretely and turning away. “Follow me.” I didn’t have to look back, for I knew she would obey me.
Some women require a little more insistence. Some need some physical “guidance,” as I like to call it. I remember one in particular who only responded after sixty seconds with my fingers around her throat, fingernails digging deep, pushing against her trachea. This one needed nothing more than a direct order. I knew she was going to be easy. I opened the basement door with just enough force to show that I was in control and stepped to the side and slightly behind her, just in case.
“Walk down the stairs,” I heard myself say, as my hand casually found my pocket, checking for the key and the piece of rope. Just in case. I have found that one can never be too prepared. She followed my directive, almost as if she preferred to do so, rather than out of a sense of duty. She’s not even fighting back, I thought to myself, which made me even angrier. Sometimes I enjoy the struggle, the fight for control, the need to open up the cabinet downstairs and choose a thick leather crop or a ballgag. I felt my jaw clench tightly as I glared at the back of her head. She really is a cunty whore.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped. I reared my hand back to slap her, but stopped myself. Perhaps my struggle for control with this one will be with myself, I considered, feeling my cock strain against the metal of my zipper.
“In the corner,” I said, firmly, pointing with my outstretched finger even though I knew she wouldn’t be able to see in the dark. I was feeling more powerful now, as I restrained myself from throwing her to the floor, the urge strengthening within me, fighting to be released. Move faster, bitch, I thought, knowing that I would quickly lose the fight with desire. “Closer,” I barked, and her pace quickened immediately as I felt her moving further from me. I took long strides, breathing in her muskiness. Without warning, my arms flew up on either side of her, grabbing the bars of the cage, throwing my hips into her, smashing, shoving, fumbling for the key, growing angrier and more powerful.
I pushed her inside and locked the door, knowing I must. The power needs room to grow, I thought. If I end it now, she wins. “Undress.” She pulled her shirt up over her head without unbuttoning it, her skirt falling to the floor. But those shoes, those shiny red shoes, stayed on her feet. The hands of my well-trained pet thrust out of the darkness and pulled her to the floor, pushing her knees against her chest. Cunts mashed together, the damp desire growing in my chest as I unzipped my pants and took my powerful tool into my hands, squeezing tightly.
“Lie down,” I ordered. Her blonde hair fanned out on the dirt floor, mouth open wide, almost as if she had expected this to happen. My pet devoured her wet pussy, just as I taught her. I watched the selfish whore taking it all in as if this were actually about her. Angrily, I bellowed, “Lick her.” She strained her neck and extended her tongue, probing the wet snatch perched above her face.
Greedy little bitch. It’s time she learned what she’s really good for. I slammed open the cage, red in front of my eyes, stepping on her hair, thrusting my cock deep inside my caged beast’s ass while she watched from below. I knew she would understand that this would quickly be her own fate, and reveled in the thought that she could not control it.
“Lick my cock,” I commanded, plunging deep into her throat before she could think. Three deep strokes, and then I returned to the ass waiting in front of me, shredding it with my ever swelling fuckrod.
“Get on your knees. Both of you.” They obeyed as I poised behind my newest cum bag slut. Take this, bitch, I thought to myself, as my hips flung themselves against her fleshy backside. Bam! Bam! Bam! The sound of slapping skin, smacking cunt, echoed in the room as I pulled back, hard, on her hair, wrapping it tightly in my fist. Ripping her open, I threw her back onto the ground, her head hitting with a thud, bouncing back up as she licked her lips for more.
She’s not supposed to like it, dirty slut, I thought, as I plowed my cock deep into her soaked, smelly cunt. Fucking whore. I’m the one in control here. My hands wrapped around my pet’s throat, groping, choking, must have the power. I threw her away from the cunty bitch.
“Suck my cock!” I cut off her air supply with my dick as I fucked her tidy little face, her shoes still mocking me. My searing strength, pushing, head between my knees squeezing her life out and sucking her energy like a rabid vampire, hips pounding her into the floor again, and again, and again until my power flowed freely. And with a shudder and a moan, and the knowledge that I was, indeed, the one in control, it ended—for now.
“Stay here,” I commanded, knowing she would obey. I stuck the key in the lock and turned it, even though I knew it wasn’t necessary, and walked up the stairs without looking back.
I knew her carefully controlled life camouflaged the chaos, the turmoil, the lack of self-control she felt boiling up in the back of her throat. Given just the right circumstances, just the right words, that plastic exterior would melt away, leaving nothing but the heat.
She acts like a bitch, and she deserves what she is about to get. In reality, I know she is a whore. A dirty, reluctant slut, using her cunty power to get what she wants. It is high time she was taught a lesson, her perfect world shattered like the mirror in front of which she spends too much time. She should not have kept me waiting, pacing back and forth in front of the window, straining to hear the sound of a motor. It is I who have the power, I who should keep her waiting. The lesson will be taught in due time.
The timid knocks confirmed my theory, and I opened the door so she couldn’t see my face. Never, ever let them see your face before they come inside. She stammered, “I….uh…..called about the ….couch?” It isn’t a question, you ignorant whore, I thought, but relished the unease she already clearly felt.
“Come in,” I directed, stepping further inside while still holding onto the doorknob. I’m getting better at this, I thought to myself, locking the door discretely and turning away. “Follow me.” I didn’t have to look back, for I knew she would obey me.
Some women require a little more insistence. Some need some physical “guidance,” as I like to call it. I remember one in particular who only responded after sixty seconds with my fingers around her throat, fingernails digging deep, pushing against her trachea. This one needed nothing more than a direct order. I knew she was going to be easy. I opened the basement door with just enough force to show that I was in control and stepped to the side and slightly behind her, just in case.
“Walk down the stairs,” I heard myself say, as my hand casually found my pocket, checking for the key and the piece of rope. Just in case. I have found that one can never be too prepared. She followed my directive, almost as if she preferred to do so, rather than out of a sense of duty. She’s not even fighting back, I thought to myself, which made me even angrier. Sometimes I enjoy the struggle, the fight for control, the need to open up the cabinet downstairs and choose a thick leather crop or a ballgag. I felt my jaw clench tightly as I glared at the back of her head. She really is a cunty whore.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped. I reared my hand back to slap her, but stopped myself. Perhaps my struggle for control with this one will be with myself, I considered, feeling my cock strain against the metal of my zipper.
“In the corner,” I said, firmly, pointing with my outstretched finger even though I knew she wouldn’t be able to see in the dark. I was feeling more powerful now, as I restrained myself from throwing her to the floor, the urge strengthening within me, fighting to be released. Move faster, bitch, I thought, knowing that I would quickly lose the fight with desire. “Closer,” I barked, and her pace quickened immediately as I felt her moving further from me. I took long strides, breathing in her muskiness. Without warning, my arms flew up on either side of her, grabbing the bars of the cage, throwing my hips into her, smashing, shoving, fumbling for the key, growing angrier and more powerful.
I pushed her inside and locked the door, knowing I must. The power needs room to grow, I thought. If I end it now, she wins. “Undress.” She pulled her shirt up over her head without unbuttoning it, her skirt falling to the floor. But those shoes, those shiny red shoes, stayed on her feet. The hands of my well-trained pet thrust out of the darkness and pulled her to the floor, pushing her knees against her chest. Cunts mashed together, the damp desire growing in my chest as I unzipped my pants and took my powerful tool into my hands, squeezing tightly.
“Lie down,” I ordered. Her blonde hair fanned out on the dirt floor, mouth open wide, almost as if she had expected this to happen. My pet devoured her wet pussy, just as I taught her. I watched the selfish whore taking it all in as if this were actually about her. Angrily, I bellowed, “Lick her.” She strained her neck and extended her tongue, probing the wet snatch perched above her face.
Greedy little bitch. It’s time she learned what she’s really good for. I slammed open the cage, red in front of my eyes, stepping on her hair, thrusting my cock deep inside my caged beast’s ass while she watched from below. I knew she would understand that this would quickly be her own fate, and reveled in the thought that she could not control it.
“Lick my cock,” I commanded, plunging deep into her throat before she could think. Three deep strokes, and then I returned to the ass waiting in front of me, shredding it with my ever swelling fuckrod.
“Get on your knees. Both of you.” They obeyed as I poised behind my newest cum bag slut. Take this, bitch, I thought to myself, as my hips flung themselves against her fleshy backside. Bam! Bam! Bam! The sound of slapping skin, smacking cunt, echoed in the room as I pulled back, hard, on her hair, wrapping it tightly in my fist. Ripping her open, I threw her back onto the ground, her head hitting with a thud, bouncing back up as she licked her lips for more.
She’s not supposed to like it, dirty slut, I thought, as I plowed my cock deep into her soaked, smelly cunt. Fucking whore. I’m the one in control here. My hands wrapped around my pet’s throat, groping, choking, must have the power. I threw her away from the cunty bitch.
“Suck my cock!” I cut off her air supply with my dick as I fucked her tidy little face, her shoes still mocking me. My searing strength, pushing, head between my knees squeezing her life out and sucking her energy like a rabid vampire, hips pounding her into the floor again, and again, and again until my power flowed freely. And with a shudder and a moan, and the knowledge that I was, indeed, the one in control, it ended—for now.
“Stay here,” I commanded, knowing she would obey. I stuck the key in the lock and turned it, even though I knew it wasn’t necessary, and walked up the stairs without looking back.
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