Take your mind back into the past…the years long since gone…Relax…let the control that you live go…and let me tell you a dark fantasy that burns in my mind every night I fall asleep…and dream…of pain, of orgasms, of hunger and lust.
I was in England…the days of carriages and horse drawn buggies…the days where men wore white woven wigs as well as the proper ladies of the day. I was in a hoop skirt that flowed wide at the hips. I was wearing heels and a waist cincher…it drew me in thin at the waist…I was in a white wig that had hair piled at the top and long ringlets down to my breasts.
My breasts had much cleavage that bulged from the top of the neckline, showing all that I had to offer. And I was a lady of refinery…with the deepest hunger to be a well-used slut for a Master. How could a proper lady such as me want to become a dirty whore to be used and fucked? I often pondered this and felt so much shame and heat at the same time.
I was in the town center on a cold winter day and walking without a sense of direction. I found I was locked deep within a fantasy that had me mesmerized about hard, lustful sexual encounters. I was bedded by my spouse last night, and it was very fast and quick, leaving me empty and hungry for something that was all for me…
I dared not tell anyone the thoughts I had hidden within my mind. I would be considered a whore by all that knows me and bring shame upon the family name. And yet the need I had was now larger than me.
I stopped for flowers when I looked up, and across the lane standing in front of a pub, I noticed a man staring at me. He wasn’t a man of nobility…for he did not have a fine fitted suit or wig upon his head. He had steel blue eyes that I could feel from where he was standing.
I looked at him back…I wondered for just a moment if I knew him from somewhere. Why else would he be staring at me that way?
He began to walk towards me…waiting for the carriages to pass, and I started feeling very nervous…No, I did not know him. Was he walking towards me? I made my purchase and began to walk away. The cobblestones were evident under my feet…
All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, and it was he.
“Excuse me my lady,” he said with the most attractive voice. I said, “May I help you sir?”
“Good answer,” he replied.
“I won’t tell you my name, my lady,” he said. “But I couldn’t help but notice that you are exquisitely beautiful. And I feel your hunger.” I looked at him in shock and humiliation. Was my need for sex so obvious?
“I beg your pardon Sir?” I said to this stranger.
“I would be more than happy to make you beg,” he replied. “You only need to say ‘As You Wish.’”
I couldn’t believe a street urchin such as this had the audacity to speak to a proper lady such as myself like this!
I could feel my cheeks begin to burn red and my heart begin to beat quite quickly. It was so shocking and horrifying and made my mind reel with desire.
“I don’t understand what you want from me Sir, but I bid you a good day.”
He stood there and looked deep into my eyes. “You know exactly what you need. You know what it is that you seek and desire.”
I pulled my arm away and said, “Have you no manners?”
He started to chuckle and he looked at me with a fantastic smile on his face and he replied, “Not when it comes to the proper bedding of a wonderful slut as you wish to become.” He nodded his head, turned around, and walked away and disappeared into the streets of London.
My mind was spinning…I was so excited and horny and hungry and thrilled. And yet, my proper upbringing would not allow such a thought to become reality. I was so unhappy all at the same time.
I walked into my manor, and I went to my room to sleep. It was cold and foggy with the promise of rain. My husband was away on business, and the only company I had was my own thoughts and fantasies.
I had my maid undress me, and every time her hands brushed against my body, I began to ache. She was an attractive wench, with silken hair, green eyes and a wonderful mouth. I often wondered if my husband had bedded her, but she would not have been impressed by his manhood or abilities, so I didn’t care.
She brushed my hair, and she said to me, “My lady, you seem tense today. Is there anything the matter?”
I looked at her, and began to feel the blood rush to my face again.
“I am just lonely for affection and attention I suppose, with my Lord away so long.”
She smiled, and continued to brush my natural hair, which fell to my shoulders. She said, “A beautiful lady such as you should never feel unfulfilled.” She smiled as she brushed.
Her hands pulled my hair over my breasts and I thought that she intentionally brushed her hands across my breasts. I was getting very excited at the feel of her.
She said, “I think that the touch of a woman is the most gratifying gift.”
I looked at her and was so hopeful…”Oh? Do you enjoy women?”
She just smiled. She took me by my hand, and she said “I would so love to be able to hold my Lady if she so desired.” She led me to my huge 4-poster bed.
She had me sit on the edge, and she gently pushed my naked body down upon the feather mattress. She lay beside me, and said, “I understand your loneliness my Lady.” All of a sudden, she rolled over towards me and kissed me deep. I was instantly wet between my legs and my cunt started pulsing with desire.
I could tell she sensed my hunger, and she slid her hand between my thighs. She parted my legs and then my cunt lips. My fantasy is coming true, I thought, and I was elated.
She fingered my clitoris so that it was so swollen. There was nowhere for it to hide. Then she slid her finger inside my wet warm pussy. I came instantly at the touch. Then, before I could catch my breath, her head was between my legs and she was sucking my clitoris. I came several times in such ecstasy and she couldn’t get enough.
She made me orgasm over and over again, until I couldn’t take anymore. When she finished fucking me, she held me in her arms until we both fell into blissful sleep.
When I awoke, she was in the kitchen, preparing my dinner. I went in and I wrapped my arms around her waist and I said, “You were wonderful my dear”.
She looked at me and she smiled. “I have wanted to love your body for a very long time, my Lady. I never thought it possible. However today you seemed…’different’. And I took a chance, knowing you could dispatch me instantly for it”.
“You will always be in my keep as long as you like, my dear,” I said, and I left her to her work.
My mind was sexually charged. Pandora’s Box now was open to say the least. I wanted so much more. I went to my chambers and fell into another blissful sleep. And I dreamt.
Two weeks later, I went into to London to purchase some things as my Lord was still out of the country. I couldn’t help but hope to see the stranger that I had encountered two weeks back…I was hoping he would be there again. I went back to the flower stand to buy some flowers.
I looked across the street, but he wasn’t there…I couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the lack of his presence. I made my purchase and turned to return to my carriage. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my waist.
“All you have to say is ‘As You Wish’” was whispered in my right ear. I jumped at the start. It was him!!! What would I do now that my fantasy was here? My heart instantly leapt from my chest. I was so excited! I felt nervous and thrilled.
“As you wish”…three little words that I knew would mean so very much…Did I dare? What else was there left to my dismal life? Why not take a chance…? No one would ever know…right?
I turned around and I looked at him deeply in his eyes…”As you wish, Sire.” There! I said it!
He smiled at me and he said, “Do you understand what this means, my pretty slut?”
My eyes lowered. I whispered, “I believe I do, Sir.”
His hand wrapped tightly at my waist and he said, “Send your carriage home.” And I did.
We walked along the cobblestoned street through the hustle and bustle of the crowds. He led me deep into a dark alleyway and stopped me at another corridor. He pushed me gently against a brick wall, and he kissed me long and deep.
“This is your last chance to say no. You need to understand that I am here for your needs. And in turn, feed my own. I am not a gentleman or a Lord of finery. I am a Master of your deepest desires, your fantasies and your womanhood. If you continue on this journey, it will mean pain, lust, darkness, and tolerance. I will help you find what it is you desire deep within your womb and I will fulfill those desires. Do you wish to continue on with me? Or would you turn now and run?”
I thought about what he had just said. Pain? Lust? Darkness? Tolerance? Was that what I was looking for? A lady such as myself? I had the events of two weeks ago still running through my head and the thoughts and dreams of my sleep haunted me.
“I shall continue with you, Sir.”
He slapped my face. “You will from this moment on, call me Master. Is that understood?”
I let out a squeal, and I answered “Yes, Master.” He smiled at me, and he took me by the hand and kissed my cheek where he delivered my reminder.
We walked down cobblestone alleyways one after another until we came to a door. He unlocked the latch and pushed me inside the door. He led me through a huge living area. It was quite nice actually. It gave the appearance that he was either a gentleman or a lord.
He led me down a very long stairway into a dungeon…No comforts here. It was dark and damp and low lit. There was a huge 4-poster bed, a padded workhorse, whips on the walls, clamps for the hands and feet. I started to get frightened. What have I gotten myself into, I wondered.
He led me to the center of the room and had me stand there for what seemed like eternity. He grabbed me and he took hold of my left wrist. He placed shackles on it and locked them tight. Then he repeated this with my right. I was helpless. I was excited. I was scared. And he looked deep into my eyes. Deeper than anyone had ever dared.
“You will be mine, my beautiful slut. My proper whore and my cunt.” I was shocked at his language. How could he forget I was a proper lady?
“As you wish” slipped from my lips before I could control my mouth. He grinned. Not a happy smile, but more of an evil grin.
He touched my face. His hand glided down my neck to my breasts and he started to fondle them. They were excited, as was I. He cupped my breasts in his hand until they were exposed against the satin of my dress’s neckline. He pinched my nipples softly, and then fiercely. I grimaced. He made them stand to attention and they became quite hard.
He left me there and he lit a fire in the huge fireplace against the cobblestone wall. I couldn’t help but feel the blood pulsing through my body. He went to the side of the bed and pulled a whip off the wall. I started to become very frightened and the urge to run started to grow.
He walked up behind me and he slid a satin blindfold over my eyes so I could not see. I felt him until my laces to my dress, exposing my back and my cincher. I was so excited I could barely breathe. One by one, he unlaced my cincher. Oh yes, I couldn’t help thinking.
He slid my dress around my knees. It lay on the ground as helpless as I. He took off my cincher and tossed it somewhere else. He whispered in my ear, “The best sluts found are those broken in properly, my pet.” And without another word, I felt the sting of his whip on my back. I screamed. It hurt. It felt good. “Don’t you agree, my dear?”
I said, “Yes.”
Crack – another lash, and much harder. “What did you say, slut?”
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
He pulled the wig off my head so my hair was down around my shoulders and he kissed me. “Much better”. And again, he started to flog me over and over.
I was sweating from pain and lust. My cunt started to get very wet and my legs began to quiver. I wanted to be bedded so badly by this stranger. Please fuck me, my mind screamed.
After I was completely drained and drenched with perspiration, he unshackled me and he bent me over a padded bench. He spread my legs and he shackled them to the floor. I was once again without will to fight this Master.
He took another whip and he reddened my ass to the point that I could not take anymore. “You are a handsome bitch, I must say – I shall thoroughly use you proper today.” He slid his had down my swollen back and ass until his hand stopped at my cunt. “I want to see how much your womanhood can take.”
He opened the lips to my cunt and slid in his finger. Then two, then three. “My you are a hungry bitch!” He finger-fucked me until I soaked his hand with my orgasm.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “WHAT AM I, BITCH?”
“You are the Master, Sir,” I replied.
He took off my blindfold, and he tore off his pants. He walked to the front of me where I could see him clearly. “Please this Master, then, whore!” he ordered, and he shoved his cock deep down my throat. I could taste the salt of his skin and the smell of his cock. I was so excited. I sucked him long and hard until he came down my throat.
He pulled me away after he came, and he unlocked the shackles. He grabbed me by the back of my head and threw me on his bed. He pulled out some ropes and tied me to the posts. He had me totally exposed and spread eagle before him.
“Now my pet…I will seed you. As you have never been seeded before. Are you ready?”
“YES, MASTER!” I replied without shame or thought. And he forced his huge cock deep into my cunt. I could feel it touching my cervix, and the pain was almost unbearable. Without warning, he pulled out his cock, and started to finger-fuck my cunt again. He fucked it so hard and so fast he made me take his entire fist into my womb. I screamed at the pain and the pleasure. I couldn’t believe this could be done to a woman. Then he slid his cock into his hand. OH it hurt so badly. All I could think was “Yes, Master! Please, Master! More, Master!” He jacked off his cock deep inside me until he came again.
I was exhausted. I was trembling and shaking uncontrollably. I so wanted so much more.
He pulled out his cock, and then his hand, and I gushed all over his fine linens. He placed his head between my legs and he sucked on my clitoris until I came again. And he fed. He kept me cumming over and over until his pleasures had been satiated. His face was wet from my orgasm, and he was pleased that I was such a good slut.
“Next time you see me in the streets of London, my bitch, you will address me as Master and you will come with me to the gates of hell. Is that clear?”
“Yes, MY MASTER!” I happily replied.
Take your mind back…Far, far back. To a place in time where bondage and discipline were real. Very, very real. And ask yourself…are you really ready?
I was in England…the days of carriages and horse drawn buggies…the days where men wore white woven wigs as well as the proper ladies of the day. I was in a hoop skirt that flowed wide at the hips. I was wearing heels and a waist cincher…it drew me in thin at the waist…I was in a white wig that had hair piled at the top and long ringlets down to my breasts.
My breasts had much cleavage that bulged from the top of the neckline, showing all that I had to offer. And I was a lady of refinery…with the deepest hunger to be a well-used slut for a Master. How could a proper lady such as me want to become a dirty whore to be used and fucked? I often pondered this and felt so much shame and heat at the same time.
I was in the town center on a cold winter day and walking without a sense of direction. I found I was locked deep within a fantasy that had me mesmerized about hard, lustful sexual encounters. I was bedded by my spouse last night, and it was very fast and quick, leaving me empty and hungry for something that was all for me…
I dared not tell anyone the thoughts I had hidden within my mind. I would be considered a whore by all that knows me and bring shame upon the family name. And yet the need I had was now larger than me.
I stopped for flowers when I looked up, and across the lane standing in front of a pub, I noticed a man staring at me. He wasn’t a man of nobility…for he did not have a fine fitted suit or wig upon his head. He had steel blue eyes that I could feel from where he was standing.
I looked at him back…I wondered for just a moment if I knew him from somewhere. Why else would he be staring at me that way?
He began to walk towards me…waiting for the carriages to pass, and I started feeling very nervous…No, I did not know him. Was he walking towards me? I made my purchase and began to walk away. The cobblestones were evident under my feet…
All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, and it was he.
“Excuse me my lady,” he said with the most attractive voice. I said, “May I help you sir?”
“Good answer,” he replied.
“I won’t tell you my name, my lady,” he said. “But I couldn’t help but notice that you are exquisitely beautiful. And I feel your hunger.” I looked at him in shock and humiliation. Was my need for sex so obvious?
“I beg your pardon Sir?” I said to this stranger.
“I would be more than happy to make you beg,” he replied. “You only need to say ‘As You Wish.’”
I couldn’t believe a street urchin such as this had the audacity to speak to a proper lady such as myself like this!
I could feel my cheeks begin to burn red and my heart begin to beat quite quickly. It was so shocking and horrifying and made my mind reel with desire.
“I don’t understand what you want from me Sir, but I bid you a good day.”
He stood there and looked deep into my eyes. “You know exactly what you need. You know what it is that you seek and desire.”
I pulled my arm away and said, “Have you no manners?”
He started to chuckle and he looked at me with a fantastic smile on his face and he replied, “Not when it comes to the proper bedding of a wonderful slut as you wish to become.” He nodded his head, turned around, and walked away and disappeared into the streets of London.
My mind was spinning…I was so excited and horny and hungry and thrilled. And yet, my proper upbringing would not allow such a thought to become reality. I was so unhappy all at the same time.
I walked into my manor, and I went to my room to sleep. It was cold and foggy with the promise of rain. My husband was away on business, and the only company I had was my own thoughts and fantasies.
I had my maid undress me, and every time her hands brushed against my body, I began to ache. She was an attractive wench, with silken hair, green eyes and a wonderful mouth. I often wondered if my husband had bedded her, but she would not have been impressed by his manhood or abilities, so I didn’t care.
She brushed my hair, and she said to me, “My lady, you seem tense today. Is there anything the matter?”
I looked at her, and began to feel the blood rush to my face again.
“I am just lonely for affection and attention I suppose, with my Lord away so long.”
She smiled, and continued to brush my natural hair, which fell to my shoulders. She said, “A beautiful lady such as you should never feel unfulfilled.” She smiled as she brushed.
Her hands pulled my hair over my breasts and I thought that she intentionally brushed her hands across my breasts. I was getting very excited at the feel of her.
She said, “I think that the touch of a woman is the most gratifying gift.”
I looked at her and was so hopeful…”Oh? Do you enjoy women?”
She just smiled. She took me by my hand, and she said “I would so love to be able to hold my Lady if she so desired.” She led me to my huge 4-poster bed.
She had me sit on the edge, and she gently pushed my naked body down upon the feather mattress. She lay beside me, and said, “I understand your loneliness my Lady.” All of a sudden, she rolled over towards me and kissed me deep. I was instantly wet between my legs and my cunt started pulsing with desire.
I could tell she sensed my hunger, and she slid her hand between my thighs. She parted my legs and then my cunt lips. My fantasy is coming true, I thought, and I was elated.
She fingered my clitoris so that it was so swollen. There was nowhere for it to hide. Then she slid her finger inside my wet warm pussy. I came instantly at the touch. Then, before I could catch my breath, her head was between my legs and she was sucking my clitoris. I came several times in such ecstasy and she couldn’t get enough.
She made me orgasm over and over again, until I couldn’t take anymore. When she finished fucking me, she held me in her arms until we both fell into blissful sleep.
When I awoke, she was in the kitchen, preparing my dinner. I went in and I wrapped my arms around her waist and I said, “You were wonderful my dear”.
She looked at me and she smiled. “I have wanted to love your body for a very long time, my Lady. I never thought it possible. However today you seemed…’different’. And I took a chance, knowing you could dispatch me instantly for it”.
“You will always be in my keep as long as you like, my dear,” I said, and I left her to her work.
My mind was sexually charged. Pandora’s Box now was open to say the least. I wanted so much more. I went to my chambers and fell into another blissful sleep. And I dreamt.
Two weeks later, I went into to London to purchase some things as my Lord was still out of the country. I couldn’t help but hope to see the stranger that I had encountered two weeks back…I was hoping he would be there again. I went back to the flower stand to buy some flowers.
I looked across the street, but he wasn’t there…I couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the lack of his presence. I made my purchase and turned to return to my carriage. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my waist.
“All you have to say is ‘As You Wish’” was whispered in my right ear. I jumped at the start. It was him!!! What would I do now that my fantasy was here? My heart instantly leapt from my chest. I was so excited! I felt nervous and thrilled.
“As you wish”…three little words that I knew would mean so very much…Did I dare? What else was there left to my dismal life? Why not take a chance…? No one would ever know…right?
I turned around and I looked at him deeply in his eyes…”As you wish, Sire.” There! I said it!
He smiled at me and he said, “Do you understand what this means, my pretty slut?”
My eyes lowered. I whispered, “I believe I do, Sir.”
His hand wrapped tightly at my waist and he said, “Send your carriage home.” And I did.
We walked along the cobblestoned street through the hustle and bustle of the crowds. He led me deep into a dark alleyway and stopped me at another corridor. He pushed me gently against a brick wall, and he kissed me long and deep.
“This is your last chance to say no. You need to understand that I am here for your needs. And in turn, feed my own. I am not a gentleman or a Lord of finery. I am a Master of your deepest desires, your fantasies and your womanhood. If you continue on this journey, it will mean pain, lust, darkness, and tolerance. I will help you find what it is you desire deep within your womb and I will fulfill those desires. Do you wish to continue on with me? Or would you turn now and run?”
I thought about what he had just said. Pain? Lust? Darkness? Tolerance? Was that what I was looking for? A lady such as myself? I had the events of two weeks ago still running through my head and the thoughts and dreams of my sleep haunted me.
“I shall continue with you, Sir.”
He slapped my face. “You will from this moment on, call me Master. Is that understood?”
I let out a squeal, and I answered “Yes, Master.” He smiled at me, and he took me by the hand and kissed my cheek where he delivered my reminder.
We walked down cobblestone alleyways one after another until we came to a door. He unlocked the latch and pushed me inside the door. He led me through a huge living area. It was quite nice actually. It gave the appearance that he was either a gentleman or a lord.
He led me down a very long stairway into a dungeon…No comforts here. It was dark and damp and low lit. There was a huge 4-poster bed, a padded workhorse, whips on the walls, clamps for the hands and feet. I started to get frightened. What have I gotten myself into, I wondered.
He led me to the center of the room and had me stand there for what seemed like eternity. He grabbed me and he took hold of my left wrist. He placed shackles on it and locked them tight. Then he repeated this with my right. I was helpless. I was excited. I was scared. And he looked deep into my eyes. Deeper than anyone had ever dared.
“You will be mine, my beautiful slut. My proper whore and my cunt.” I was shocked at his language. How could he forget I was a proper lady?
“As you wish” slipped from my lips before I could control my mouth. He grinned. Not a happy smile, but more of an evil grin.
He touched my face. His hand glided down my neck to my breasts and he started to fondle them. They were excited, as was I. He cupped my breasts in his hand until they were exposed against the satin of my dress’s neckline. He pinched my nipples softly, and then fiercely. I grimaced. He made them stand to attention and they became quite hard.
He left me there and he lit a fire in the huge fireplace against the cobblestone wall. I couldn’t help but feel the blood pulsing through my body. He went to the side of the bed and pulled a whip off the wall. I started to become very frightened and the urge to run started to grow.
He walked up behind me and he slid a satin blindfold over my eyes so I could not see. I felt him until my laces to my dress, exposing my back and my cincher. I was so excited I could barely breathe. One by one, he unlaced my cincher. Oh yes, I couldn’t help thinking.
He slid my dress around my knees. It lay on the ground as helpless as I. He took off my cincher and tossed it somewhere else. He whispered in my ear, “The best sluts found are those broken in properly, my pet.” And without another word, I felt the sting of his whip on my back. I screamed. It hurt. It felt good. “Don’t you agree, my dear?”
I said, “Yes.”
Crack – another lash, and much harder. “What did you say, slut?”
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
He pulled the wig off my head so my hair was down around my shoulders and he kissed me. “Much better”. And again, he started to flog me over and over.
I was sweating from pain and lust. My cunt started to get very wet and my legs began to quiver. I wanted to be bedded so badly by this stranger. Please fuck me, my mind screamed.
After I was completely drained and drenched with perspiration, he unshackled me and he bent me over a padded bench. He spread my legs and he shackled them to the floor. I was once again without will to fight this Master.
He took another whip and he reddened my ass to the point that I could not take anymore. “You are a handsome bitch, I must say – I shall thoroughly use you proper today.” He slid his had down my swollen back and ass until his hand stopped at my cunt. “I want to see how much your womanhood can take.”
He opened the lips to my cunt and slid in his finger. Then two, then three. “My you are a hungry bitch!” He finger-fucked me until I soaked his hand with my orgasm.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “WHAT AM I, BITCH?”
“You are the Master, Sir,” I replied.
He took off my blindfold, and he tore off his pants. He walked to the front of me where I could see him clearly. “Please this Master, then, whore!” he ordered, and he shoved his cock deep down my throat. I could taste the salt of his skin and the smell of his cock. I was so excited. I sucked him long and hard until he came down my throat.
He pulled me away after he came, and he unlocked the shackles. He grabbed me by the back of my head and threw me on his bed. He pulled out some ropes and tied me to the posts. He had me totally exposed and spread eagle before him.
“Now my pet…I will seed you. As you have never been seeded before. Are you ready?”
“YES, MASTER!” I replied without shame or thought. And he forced his huge cock deep into my cunt. I could feel it touching my cervix, and the pain was almost unbearable. Without warning, he pulled out his cock, and started to finger-fuck my cunt again. He fucked it so hard and so fast he made me take his entire fist into my womb. I screamed at the pain and the pleasure. I couldn’t believe this could be done to a woman. Then he slid his cock into his hand. OH it hurt so badly. All I could think was “Yes, Master! Please, Master! More, Master!” He jacked off his cock deep inside me until he came again.
I was exhausted. I was trembling and shaking uncontrollably. I so wanted so much more.
He pulled out his cock, and then his hand, and I gushed all over his fine linens. He placed his head between my legs and he sucked on my clitoris until I came again. And he fed. He kept me cumming over and over until his pleasures had been satiated. His face was wet from my orgasm, and he was pleased that I was such a good slut.
“Next time you see me in the streets of London, my bitch, you will address me as Master and you will come with me to the gates of hell. Is that clear?”
“Yes, MY MASTER!” I happily replied.
Take your mind back…Far, far back. To a place in time where bondage and discipline were real. Very, very real. And ask yourself…are you really ready?
