Looking so lost, she stared transfixed at the scene unfolding before her. Cuffed to a cross arms and legs spread wide a woman moaned in ecstasy as another woman whipped the shit out of her with a big scary looking flogger. When her girlfriend had suggested they visit the local BDSM club on a lark she had thought it would be a fun adventure now she wasn’t so sure. Was this the way she wanted to spend her Valentines Day? She could be out looking for a hot guy to shower her with flowers and candy, not watching these deprived people find pleasure in whips and chains. Like a train wreck though she couldn’t look away. Watching the woman wielding the flogger run her hands lovingly down the welts she’s just put on the other girls back. She couldn’t believe the beauty and attraction between the two. Turning to hiss at her friend they should get out of there, she realized she’d been dumped. Her friend was out on the floor dancing with two men. Damn and damnation she thought to herself. Served her right for letting her so called friends try to make her feel better about the loss of another boyfriend in a long string of them. The longest only last a few months. This last one only a few weeks, before he annoyed the hell out of her with his clingy whiny ways. Moving around the crowd she tried to find a quiet spot away from the frantic energy going on with all the playing and dancing in the place. Seeing a curtain she slipped through it into a back room only to run headfirst straight into the back of a tall handsome man in leather. She could smell the delicious aroma of the leather as her nose smacked right into his jacket. Turning he grabbed her tightly.
“There you are it’s about time. It just figures serves me right for agreeing to do this without my own slave. Come on we’re late.”
Grabbing her he propelled her further into the dark bowels of the back room before she could protest. He continued his monolog not even looking at her.
“I knew I shouldn’t have accepted the use of someone else’s slave without even seeing a picture. What are you wearing? It’s hideous.” He hissed.
She looked down at her stylish peasant skirt, and flared shirt incensed. She’d spent a lot of time picking out this outfit, and had got lots of compliments on it. Coming to a spot he stopped before a bench with all kinds of things lied out on it. She eyed the assortment in amazement wondering what most of it was. Once again he just ignored her and started grabbing items. He picked up what looked like a ball with a strap around it and grabbing her forced it into her mouth fastening it around her head as she struggled futilely still trying to protest he’d mistook her for someone else. He just shook her.
“Struggle all you want for the crowd they love it, but we so don’t have time for this because of your lateness. Be still girl!” he growled at her.
She stopped shocked looking at him eyes wide, wondering what was going on. He must have taken that for acquiescence because he slipped a blindfold over her eyes and to her horror pulled of her shirt and skirt before she could even move. His hands roamed over her body freely as her heart beat like thunder in her ears. She had no clue what was happening and no idea how to stop it at this time.
“At least you’re good looking under those baggy clothes you were wearing girl. What was your Master thinking of sending you out in that?”
She wondered if he expected an answer as she shook unable to even move as he had her wrists in his hands locked behind her back. She was so going to kill her friend if she ever got out of this. Luckily he left her lacy pink bra and thong on or she would have died on the spot. Then to her horror she felt ropes slithering around her skin. There roughness abrading her soft skin. Her hands where wrapped up tightly and affixed somehow to her back. She mewled around the gag trying to make him understand, but got no response. The music changed to a slower tune, and she heard an announcement about Master Wolf having a suspension demo over to the left of the dance floor. All of a sudden a bright light spared through her blindfold like she was under a spotlight. She tried to cringe back, but his hands and the ropes around her kept her from moving. He put his hand on her back like he was soothing a wounded beast, rubbing gently.
He whispered in her ear, “Calm your self girl this is just another demo.”
She wondered what he meant and demo of what. Once again she tried to talk through the gag only to have her hands pulled back sharply. She hissed at the pain in her shoulders. She felt like a mummy feeling the ropes wrapped around her body. The rope around her feet was tugged as well and her feet lifted off the ground. Her head thrashed around as she panicked. Once again his hand soothed over her skin, rubbing gently. For some odd reason the feel of him touching her actually did calm her slightly. Her feet were pulled back to almost reach her hands and attached to something. Next thing she knew she was dangling held up by she knew not what. She stopped thrashing petrified she’d all. She whimpered when he removed his hand. Next thing she knew something sharp and cold was running up and down her skin digging in cruelly. She whimpered through the gag once again thrashing her head the only part free to move.
“Ok girl you leave me no choice,” he whispered into her ear.
Next thing she knew another rope was wrapped around her neck and her chin was pulled up and tied so it was held immobile. Tears started leaking out from under the blindfold. He rubbed them gently as the cold instrument still moved along her spine and under running just beneath her bound breasts. Then she felt the sharp tug of something and her bra was cut and pulled off. She could imagine her breasts hanging between the ropes as she felt his fingers grab her nipple and pull sharply. Instead of the indignation this should have brought she felt lust rising and moaned through the gag.
“Good girl,” he whispered rubbing her head like she was a dog.
He pulled off the blindfold and she closed her eyes blinded by the sharp light shining in them. Squinting she looked down realizing she was dangling above a hard wood floor. Looking out she discovered a sea of eyes staring back at her. Her eyes opened in horror and she wiggled in distress. Once again the man in leather loomed before her. He ran his hand over her face soothingly. She focused on his face and the kind grey eyes trying not to look down or at the crowd. She swore if she ever got out of this she was never stepping foot outside again. He seemed to sense her fear and kept a hand on her even as he stretched to that bench and found a long thin rod. He started lightly tapping her thighs and legs with it. The slight sting made her cringe and she started swinging in her rope harness. He kept his hand on her back soothing as he walked around her. She was amazed that she felt wetness creeping into her panties and the crowd receded till it was just the man in leather and her. She saw nothing but him. The pain receded to be replaced by a burning need to have him touch her. She had no clue what items he grabbed and used her gaze only focused on him as he grabbed various items and ran them across her naked quivering skin. The only thing she recognized was a feather that felt strangely sensual being dragged over her body. Then he picked up a large knife and twirled it in his hand before her eyes. She realized this must of what he had been dragging over her skin to start with. Her eyes widened and she tried to shake her head no but her head was still held in a vice like grip. He slowly moved it down her side and she closed her eyes as Goosebumps broke out over her skin. He moved it down to her thong and ran the blade over the thin straps holding it on. With a sharp snick on either side the straps were cut and he pulled her thong off tossing it to the side. She could feel the cool air on her hairless pussy. Her cheeks blazed in mortification. She thought she might die of embarrassment, but all thoughts flew from her head as his warm large hand caressed her inner thigh and moved deeper probing her tender flesh. One flick of his finger on her clit and a deeper heat spread through her. He smiled knowingly and grabbed a large vibrator holding before her eyes as his fingers trailed in her moist pussy lips. She writhed feeling the ropes cut into her skin begging him with her eyes to end her misery and give her relieve. He turned on the vibe and inserted it right next to her clit so the bulbous head rubbed against her clit with every vibration. Her eyes glazed over, and she became a mindless beast trying to rub against his hand and the toy even though she couldn’t move. She begged and pleaded with him for release. He took off the gag and tossed it to the side, but she couldn’t do anything but moan and whimper at this time.
“What do you want girl?” he asked her.
Swallowing hard she said, “release.”
“Ask me properly girl!” he thundered making her shake.
“Please Sir.” She whimpered as the tides pulled her closer to that sweet release.
Her answer must have pleased him because he inserted the vibe in her cunt and started fucking her with it, as he reached under her and started tugging her tits. She screamed as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her. Her orgasms seemed unstoppable and she felt cum dripping down her legs. She could even hear it splash into the floor before as she came like she had never cum before in her whole life. She slumped exhausted in her bonds as he removed the toy and released her nipple. He ran his hands over her hair saying good girl soothingly, and she smiled pleased.
Slowly she felt herself lowered to the floor to the thunderous clapping of a crowd she had forgotten. Her face blushed scarlet. He untied the ropes and wrapped her up in a warm blanket as the curtain closed leaving them in blessed darkness once again. Grabbing her he pulled her into his lap as someone brought a chair for them to sit in. She lay complaint against his chest listening to his heart beat not wanting to move. She was still trying to absorb all that had happened and her feelings about everything.
“You’re not my alternative are you?” he said.
“No,” she said.
Reaching up she touched his face awed at the feelings she felt for this man she’d never met before, and amazed at the things he’d done to her. She had no clue what an alternative was or what had happened, but she knew her heart was captured as surely as he had captured her body so easily.
Hugging her tightly he whispered, “Rest little one. I have no clue about you, or where you came from but your mine now, and I’m never letting you go.”
She smiled content, and never wanted to be let go. She had never dreamed her Valentines would go this way, or a tall leather wearing stranger would be strong enough to make her submit, but she was willing to ride the journey out with him. This time she knew it would last. Closing her eyes she tried to remember to thank her friend for the best Valentines ever…
“There you are it’s about time. It just figures serves me right for agreeing to do this without my own slave. Come on we’re late.”
Grabbing her he propelled her further into the dark bowels of the back room before she could protest. He continued his monolog not even looking at her.
“I knew I shouldn’t have accepted the use of someone else’s slave without even seeing a picture. What are you wearing? It’s hideous.” He hissed.
She looked down at her stylish peasant skirt, and flared shirt incensed. She’d spent a lot of time picking out this outfit, and had got lots of compliments on it. Coming to a spot he stopped before a bench with all kinds of things lied out on it. She eyed the assortment in amazement wondering what most of it was. Once again he just ignored her and started grabbing items. He picked up what looked like a ball with a strap around it and grabbing her forced it into her mouth fastening it around her head as she struggled futilely still trying to protest he’d mistook her for someone else. He just shook her.
“Struggle all you want for the crowd they love it, but we so don’t have time for this because of your lateness. Be still girl!” he growled at her.
She stopped shocked looking at him eyes wide, wondering what was going on. He must have taken that for acquiescence because he slipped a blindfold over her eyes and to her horror pulled of her shirt and skirt before she could even move. His hands roamed over her body freely as her heart beat like thunder in her ears. She had no clue what was happening and no idea how to stop it at this time.
“At least you’re good looking under those baggy clothes you were wearing girl. What was your Master thinking of sending you out in that?”
She wondered if he expected an answer as she shook unable to even move as he had her wrists in his hands locked behind her back. She was so going to kill her friend if she ever got out of this. Luckily he left her lacy pink bra and thong on or she would have died on the spot. Then to her horror she felt ropes slithering around her skin. There roughness abrading her soft skin. Her hands where wrapped up tightly and affixed somehow to her back. She mewled around the gag trying to make him understand, but got no response. The music changed to a slower tune, and she heard an announcement about Master Wolf having a suspension demo over to the left of the dance floor. All of a sudden a bright light spared through her blindfold like she was under a spotlight. She tried to cringe back, but his hands and the ropes around her kept her from moving. He put his hand on her back like he was soothing a wounded beast, rubbing gently.
He whispered in her ear, “Calm your self girl this is just another demo.”
She wondered what he meant and demo of what. Once again she tried to talk through the gag only to have her hands pulled back sharply. She hissed at the pain in her shoulders. She felt like a mummy feeling the ropes wrapped around her body. The rope around her feet was tugged as well and her feet lifted off the ground. Her head thrashed around as she panicked. Once again his hand soothed over her skin, rubbing gently. For some odd reason the feel of him touching her actually did calm her slightly. Her feet were pulled back to almost reach her hands and attached to something. Next thing she knew she was dangling held up by she knew not what. She stopped thrashing petrified she’d all. She whimpered when he removed his hand. Next thing she knew something sharp and cold was running up and down her skin digging in cruelly. She whimpered through the gag once again thrashing her head the only part free to move.
“Ok girl you leave me no choice,” he whispered into her ear.
Next thing she knew another rope was wrapped around her neck and her chin was pulled up and tied so it was held immobile. Tears started leaking out from under the blindfold. He rubbed them gently as the cold instrument still moved along her spine and under running just beneath her bound breasts. Then she felt the sharp tug of something and her bra was cut and pulled off. She could imagine her breasts hanging between the ropes as she felt his fingers grab her nipple and pull sharply. Instead of the indignation this should have brought she felt lust rising and moaned through the gag.
“Good girl,” he whispered rubbing her head like she was a dog.
He pulled off the blindfold and she closed her eyes blinded by the sharp light shining in them. Squinting she looked down realizing she was dangling above a hard wood floor. Looking out she discovered a sea of eyes staring back at her. Her eyes opened in horror and she wiggled in distress. Once again the man in leather loomed before her. He ran his hand over her face soothingly. She focused on his face and the kind grey eyes trying not to look down or at the crowd. She swore if she ever got out of this she was never stepping foot outside again. He seemed to sense her fear and kept a hand on her even as he stretched to that bench and found a long thin rod. He started lightly tapping her thighs and legs with it. The slight sting made her cringe and she started swinging in her rope harness. He kept his hand on her back soothing as he walked around her. She was amazed that she felt wetness creeping into her panties and the crowd receded till it was just the man in leather and her. She saw nothing but him. The pain receded to be replaced by a burning need to have him touch her. She had no clue what items he grabbed and used her gaze only focused on him as he grabbed various items and ran them across her naked quivering skin. The only thing she recognized was a feather that felt strangely sensual being dragged over her body. Then he picked up a large knife and twirled it in his hand before her eyes. She realized this must of what he had been dragging over her skin to start with. Her eyes widened and she tried to shake her head no but her head was still held in a vice like grip. He slowly moved it down her side and she closed her eyes as Goosebumps broke out over her skin. He moved it down to her thong and ran the blade over the thin straps holding it on. With a sharp snick on either side the straps were cut and he pulled her thong off tossing it to the side. She could feel the cool air on her hairless pussy. Her cheeks blazed in mortification. She thought she might die of embarrassment, but all thoughts flew from her head as his warm large hand caressed her inner thigh and moved deeper probing her tender flesh. One flick of his finger on her clit and a deeper heat spread through her. He smiled knowingly and grabbed a large vibrator holding before her eyes as his fingers trailed in her moist pussy lips. She writhed feeling the ropes cut into her skin begging him with her eyes to end her misery and give her relieve. He turned on the vibe and inserted it right next to her clit so the bulbous head rubbed against her clit with every vibration. Her eyes glazed over, and she became a mindless beast trying to rub against his hand and the toy even though she couldn’t move. She begged and pleaded with him for release. He took off the gag and tossed it to the side, but she couldn’t do anything but moan and whimper at this time.
“What do you want girl?” he asked her.
Swallowing hard she said, “release.”
“Ask me properly girl!” he thundered making her shake.
“Please Sir.” She whimpered as the tides pulled her closer to that sweet release.
Her answer must have pleased him because he inserted the vibe in her cunt and started fucking her with it, as he reached under her and started tugging her tits. She screamed as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her. Her orgasms seemed unstoppable and she felt cum dripping down her legs. She could even hear it splash into the floor before as she came like she had never cum before in her whole life. She slumped exhausted in her bonds as he removed the toy and released her nipple. He ran his hands over her hair saying good girl soothingly, and she smiled pleased.
Slowly she felt herself lowered to the floor to the thunderous clapping of a crowd she had forgotten. Her face blushed scarlet. He untied the ropes and wrapped her up in a warm blanket as the curtain closed leaving them in blessed darkness once again. Grabbing her he pulled her into his lap as someone brought a chair for them to sit in. She lay complaint against his chest listening to his heart beat not wanting to move. She was still trying to absorb all that had happened and her feelings about everything.
“You’re not my alternative are you?” he said.
“No,” she said.
Reaching up she touched his face awed at the feelings she felt for this man she’d never met before, and amazed at the things he’d done to her. She had no clue what an alternative was or what had happened, but she knew her heart was captured as surely as he had captured her body so easily.
Hugging her tightly he whispered, “Rest little one. I have no clue about you, or where you came from but your mine now, and I’m never letting you go.”
She smiled content, and never wanted to be let go. She had never dreamed her Valentines would go this way, or a tall leather wearing stranger would be strong enough to make her submit, but she was willing to ride the journey out with him. This time she knew it would last. Closing her eyes she tried to remember to thank her friend for the best Valentines ever…
