Mandingo
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Posted:Dec 8, 2016 7:06 pm
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I drink him in. He is gorgeous, 6 feet even 300 plus pounds -- mostly muscle. I love the soft parts as much as i love his well developed arms and thighs. His firm but soft squeezable ass and round stomach equally turn me on. He is peanut butter brown with a thick bushel of scratchy beard hair. Tonight he wears a crisp white, hard starched, dress shirt and simple dark jeans with wheat color timberlands.
I have been waiting for him for at least an hour and a half. Waiting irritates the hell out of me, he knows this but still he has commanded me to stay until he arrives. He is here now, normally that would be all that matters but i am three long islands in and I turn my nose up remembering he is he has kept me waiting.
The bar is pretty packed, the crowd stands and sits shoulder to shoulder. The room seems to make way for him He steps behind me placing a heavily muscle arm on each side of me. His chest lightly resting on my back. His scent is the thing wet dreams are made of -- so divine. He orders me another drink and water for himself.
“Princess straighten your face.”
Plastering a “Fuck you” smile on my face before excusing myself to the ladies rooms. I check my makeup, and freshen up, hide in the stalls. Ladies on shaky heels with wide hips tip in and out. I listen to the benign conversations. The quick excited chatter of over zealous young women. I hear them speak of him at the bar buying ladies drinks and kisses hands. I wait for them to leave. My feelings hurt i will just sneak out the back door. Snatching the stall door open he is there leaning against the sink waiting on me.
“Are you done?”
Taking me into his arms crushing me against chest. His hands rubbing up and down my back, cupping my ass. He feels so good and i curl into him sticking my ass more. I feel the sting fire hot, lightning quick with a open palm he paddles me in rapid succession. Pulling my dress up spanking my bare ass until i am writhing wiggling and trying to pull away but he holds me effortlessly. My ass throbs and burns. Turning me around he walks into the stall. His fingers somehow already inside me. Bending me over, my hands on the back wall i feel the nasty glob of spit sliding down my ass crack and i tense. I can not believe he would fuck my ass here and now. His girth and length too much take in a public place. There is no way i could be quiet. I am frantic and begging; trying to wrench away.
“Please don't”
“Please don't”
“Please don't
These words are whispered repeated like a mantra. While one hand flails behind me trying to stop him. He captures my hand. Thrusting inside my sex leaning backwards to dig inside me. He strokes hard and rapid. The slapping of his balls banging against me ringing through room. His hand releases mine. His grip changes often from my hips to my shoulders pulling me into him. He is rough. He is touching my cervix on purpose knowing it hurts me. I am not silence though i try to be -- biting my lip and holding my breath. Tricks he knows well so he grabs my throat and impales me like a samurai. Running me through repeatedly until i scream and cum. Stepping forward over the commode pulling myself off his sword to release. Squatting releasing what has to be part of my core unabashed to be seen in such a garish position. He has seen worse made me do worse.
With coarse one ply tissue i clean myself up. He waits letting me take my time and be thorough. Giving myself a once over, i am satisfied my legs are sturdy again. I squat balancing on my dusty rose colored wedges. My mouth finds his member. I let it fill my mouth. I taste me on him and we are sweet. I move slowly nursing the tip sipping from it. He is impatient and thrust into my mouth. Choking me with his dick stroking my mouth pulling my braids. Spurting his thick seed into my mouth. Holding my head to his groin until drop has drain from it.
He helps me up smoothing over the fabric of my dress pulling and tugging until it is its original fitted form and i tuck him back into his jeans. With both his hands around my neck he kisses me passionately. His tongue invading my mouth possessing it. He is delicious.
We step outside to an audience. Bemuses faces, slack hung jaws, twisted lips of approval and sneers of disgust. We wash our hands and head back to the bar.
He drags me right out to the floor and we dance all night. Occasionally slapping my ass or groping it hard to remind me that will be more.
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Not finished Just started
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Posted:Sep 29, 2009 10:06 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2016 7:03 pm 14418 Views
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Snuggling up close to my Mistress , she leans and kisses my cheek. Her black hair scented and soft lashing over my face like strokes from a feather. I coo softly enjoy this sensual intimacy. She runs her hand over my neck down my shoulder over my arm up my stomach over my breast stopping to play with the nipple. Rolling it firmly between fore finger and thumb squeezing it and pulling until I arch my upward to her manipulations. I roll slowly onto my back my legs open to her touch. I know she will i hope she will touch. Whispering in my ear she says "Pet tell what you want."
"Your touch Mistress."
"My touch where Mine?" Slapping my inner thigh "Here"
Closing my leg opening them repeatly as if to fan my heated desire for Her. I shake my head no, knowing this will only lead to begging but I will play for now.
"Here" slapping my sex with a flat hand that leaves a warm wave or prickles rolling over my sex and all through. I lift my hips again to await the next blow.
"Yes Mistress there please this toy begs you to her slutbox again."
This makes her smile she knows I hate to beg. Besides begging always end badly for me it's like a crooked granted wish from a genie. It always has some wicked twist at the end.
I cannot see her smile but I can here it when she speaks again.
"Open Slutling." I obey with certain amount of caution. Spreading wide my thighs until my knees almost touch the bed. Quivering I await the slap I know is coming.
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Chapter 4
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Posted:Aug 31, 2009 9:18 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2009 2:11 am 14227 Views
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***Not yet Finished or edited******
Hunger un-slated, I turn to the plate of luke warm food. It welcoming, home cooked, delicious and I devour it. My stomach full I am wide awake again. I painstakingly slip from between the cool sheet to wander around my once again prison. Gloom covers me like a blanket. I did not want this; to be captive in some strange room miles and mile away from anyone. What did i want what did i expect though, really. I want some release from responsibility and people and the need that festers between my legs with no cure and no relief. I wanted distracting pain not disabling pain. Tears I didn't realize had fallen sting my cheeks; they upset me I don't want to cry. Crying is weak am not weak. I grow furious and launch the the serving tray that held my breakfast scraps at the window. The tray crashes and food is splattered everywhere but the window doesn't shatter, or crack. It looks back at me mockingly. Laughing at how truly weak I am. I am angered more and though the is not heavily furnished I throw whatever I can at the window; which only laughs at me and smirks back. I bang on the door Screaming to be let free. No one comes; I am not released. I am exhausted. I but back the things I have thrown, and sink back in the bed. My body so badly abused has betrayed me and I start to drift off t sleep.
Just as I start to drift I hear the faint click of the door; the creak as it opens. The girl pad softly over to me and smooth my hair whispering that I have to clam myself. They tell me that certain things are not allowed and if I keep up my behavior only worst thing will happen to me. I drift and dream that i am in field with green grass and pink butterflies. Green, blue and orange dragonflies zoom all around I can hear soft celtic singing it whimsical. I am in heaven as lay back in the grass naked as the day I was born, letting the sun warm me. I hum with the celtic song i know i have never heard but somehow know. The singing grows and I turn to look but I feel pain instead a burning in my arm as if they are being pulled from my body. my legs do not move when i direct them and panic covers me as the singing has grown menacing.
I awake to find myself bound to the bed. I start to scream “Help, help please come help some one please!” My voice cracks and I sob I know no one will come still I whimper onto myself please like a mantra that with time alone will set me free if I am diligent in it’s recital.
As calm replaces anxiety I relax, the urges one feel when they first awake stir me to rattling. I can not even press my legs closed. My stomach growls in a need to expel.
“Fuck I can’t even piss without help—“
“That’s not completely true. The correct realization in this situation would be; you cannot do anything without permission; my permission specifically.”
Cormac.
May I be untied I ask the ceiling because I cannot see him, “I have to use the restroom”
“Wet the bed.”
“What I am not five!”
“Yes you will or you will not get up and judging by all that gas you had while you sleeping it will only be a matter time before have to expel more then urine.”
I can feel my face flush but I am in no position to barter and I let go. The hot strong smelling fluid pools around my vagina, washing up against my thighs, splattering my feet. It deliciously warm and I savor the feeling but I will never admit to it. I start to cry but I don’t quite know why. My embarrassment is enough for Cormac to release me. He takes off his belt and wraps it around my neck.
“Now this is not a leash. Frankly I don’t think you will ever gain one from me but we shall see. I do know—am absolutely positive that you obey my every command the second I give it eventually. We start training tonight after you shower.”
Sending me to my private shower he tells me come back after I have relieved myself. I spend twenty minutes in the bathroom I suppose that was enough time for him to have the bed stripped and scrubbed it; as it is leaning against a wall upright. The girls are kneeling at his feet and there is an assortment of “tools” laid on the desk.
“Now I think it best that you get use to some of this item as they will be yours to wear more hours out the day then not and it does take quite some time build up some resistance.”
Cormac motions for me to stand in front of him. I do, I have no other choice running is not an option, my body is too sore. I concede I will not leave this house until he wills it. Cormac pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers. Pulling them as he stares into my eyes; I wince sucking the air in sharply as dance on my toes. I know this is a part of it I try to stand my ground. When it becomes too unbearable; instinct makes me jerk away. His hand is heavy and meaty as it crashes across my face and my neck jerks back. I stumble back and trip over one the girl landing hard on my still much bruised backside I groan and whimper tears feel my eyes as every bruise reawakens. I scream “FUCK.” My face has only warm glow now but I stay put on the floor.
“Get up girl”
I rise off my hind parts slowly returning to my spot.
“You don’t ever move unless I say so and you never pull away. I know it hurts and it will continue,” he said returning to his earlier torment of my nipples “to hurt for as long as I want it too. Your pain IS my pleasure. I think we have to do something with that mouth too.”
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Chapter Three
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Posted:Nov 23, 2008 8:35 am
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2009 9:48 am 14381 Views
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At the Plantation I was not taken in the house, I was taken behind it to a large tree outside. The girls went inside, I guess to busy themselves with chores or watch from the window. Cormac tied my hands together, tossing the line over a sturdy branch tree branch. He pulled the line taunt, stretching me until I was barely on my tiptoes. My arms ached already. He cut my nightgown free. My lush body stood in the warm breeze. Air slid through my wobbly legs, as I struggled for balance.
In Cormac’s eye was lust, he want to touch my harden nipples, and knead my fleshy breast. He wanted to explore my deep sex with fingers like a blind man feeling out a picture. He wanted my scent on his fingers, to hear my soft moaning as he stroke and made me wither. Yes, Cormac wanted all this things but he had more self control. There was lesson that needed to be taught. That is exactly what he did. Picking up from the ground the thirteen-tail lash, he laid heavy even stroke over my body. My skin felt as if it was burnt…as if someone had set me afire. Each welt rippled burned and singe. He lashed from my calves to my shoulder blades. My sienna skin turn dark red under the biting leather, my toes danced in the dewed grass. I gasped and gagged, crying yelling pleading with him to stop. He took rest when my back was welted a purplish red rue, leaving me to dangling there. My arms ached brutally, my full weight bearing down on my wrist, pulling in my shoulders stretching my arms. Just as the pain started, melting blending into something bearable Cormac started laying into my front whipping my thigh and belly. My breast flopped and chest heaved as I twisted dancing in circles. He always waited and followed. Wherever I stopped, he stopped, picking up where he left off covering the front of me in a color I have come to know as wicked red. He lashed my tits striking over dark brown nipple and soft muscle a pain that I had never felt before a pain the seared deep into me as if he had lashed straight through to my heart a pain that utterly broke me sending swirling into dark. I remember the way I felt falling in that darkness. The weightlessness as if I was being carried and it is warm, scented with a light musk and a clean smell. I remember when I landed softly at the bottom resting in a hole with a tiny speck of light at far end. An end I could not reach, so I slept.
I awoke to a warm towel being laid over my body. The smell of eggs and sausage wafted through the air, an encouraging soothing voice cooing to me to open my eyes. Peeking through my darkened space, opening my eyes I saw one of them, Aly. Her sweet alabaster face frame in her jet-black hair with icy blue pools for eyes that smiled greeted me.
“Dear I think you be needing to bit to eat, you look puckish. Can you sit up on your own?”
I tried and could not my body was stiff and sore. I whimpered with the effort.
“No matter Love, we’ll getcha up.”
I felt her hand slide under my neck then another set of hands on my shoulders. Together they hoisted me up.
“We should give her a bath first to help with stiffness,” Kass said. She was blonde with hazel green she was model pretty. Her body was athletic, high small breast slender build shapely legs. Aly’s was the same; the girls were about the same height maybe an inch or two under me. They ease me into the water slipping warm water and bubbles were like heaven. Kass slipped into the tub behind me pulling me back against her perk chest, cradling between her tanned thighs. Aly climbed in front facing me her blush colored nipples firm and eye level, the sight making my sore body, ache with craving. Aly ran a soapy wash towel over my skin.
“Oh girl he gothca good. Runaway not the smartest thing aye.” Leaning forward, she took an abused nipple into her mouth. The air caught in my chest as her mouth drew in the tender nub in the suction collapsing around it. My nipple throbbed in pain and delight my legs opened wider I whimpered. Kass’ hand had found my other nipple rolling it between thumb and forefinger, pressing steadily harder. My whimpering turning a more vocal moan. Kass’ other hand slipping between my legs rubbing in small circles over my clit. My body arching against her hand rocking in rhythm. Aly’s fingers slid into my clutching hole working them slowly as Kass’ pace picked up. Aly bit into my nipple pulling back stretching it out. I cried out, my body still thrusting forward rocking against their twin manipulation. Crying out as I spasm, my body shutter hard enough to rock the water of the tub. Even through my thrashing, the girls did not stop the tweaking my tit and diddling me push harder to a second orgasm quickly. After the second orgasm took me I as near fainting. The girls relented washing me the help me out the tub. They dried me every so carefully, patting me down until the all the droplets were soak up into the soft white cotton. Aly rubbed me over with a salve, while Kass turned down the sheets. They both ease me back into bed telling me to rest, that they would be back for lunch.
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thew Old man next Door
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Posted:Nov 19, 2008 1:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2017 9:42 pm 14938 Views
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Bill is so cute a nice older man who let me and my my best Shorty come over drink up all his beer. Bill has grey hair and grey eyes he's about 6'4" about 220lbs very sexy in a Morgan Freeman meets Rocky type of way. He's very quiet. He never complains about Shorty smoking reefa--as he calls it in his apartment or me smoking up his cigarettes.
One day after having it out with my mother. I went over to Bill's. I told how my mother was a bitch and was just so selfish. I told him if she came by looking for me to lie and say I wasn't there. I told him I wasn't going back.
I settled down on the soft creamy dark chocolate leather love seat lighting up a Newport as I swigged the beer I took from Bill. I kicked up my legs on the arm of sofa, letting my skirt slide up my thigh. I knew Bill liked me and teasing him was something Shorty and I did regularly. Always letting him peek when we showered over his house coming out the bathroom with just towels on. Kissing each other in from of him--not that we were gay but messing with Bill was so fun. I have even let Shorty spank my bare bottom in front of him. Bill never said anything but his eyes always bubbled with hope.Poor guy I was never going to give it to him.
Bill asked if that was what I really wanted. To disappear without a trace He asked where would I go what would I do I didn't have those answers. I asked if I could stay with him until I did. Bill got up and locked the door. Walking back past me ran his fingers through my hair. Then grabbing it in a tight vice he pulled me from the couch.
"Cunts stay on the floor," he said. He drug me through his apartment, my head screamed in agony. I knew I should be fighting but i was tired. The fight in me left with my mother, earlier.
Bill lead me back into his room and slammed me against the footboard of his bed, knocking the wind from me. He made quick work of tying my arms to bed post while I lay dizzy on floor. Ripping off my clothes he smiled "Very beautiful but full of games. How long did you think an old man would wait and be teased? I promise I am not that patience."
I groaned realizing that all of my taunting was going to come to a crashing end. Bill fondled my breast. Squeezing the nipple hard, twisting and pulling making me cry out for him to stop.
"No no little slut I have only just begun," he wickedly before walking away. When came back he had several things in his hand the first he applied to my nipples. They were clover clamps. I cried out my nipples burning searing in a white hot pain. Next he shoved a ball into my mouth and cover it duct tape.
"You'll have to forgive my primitive tools I wasn't expecting you so soon," he laughed. "Look at me I have gotten ahead of my self I haven't even fucked that dirty lil mouth like I wanted maybe I should start somewhere else I have always loved the way you and your friend Shorty play. I wonder if you two will go all the way for me. Of course you will you don't have a choice.
Walking away he went to closet, I saw crops and whips with many tails. I saw long thick whips, paddles, long baboo looking poles, I would later find ot were called canes. I saw dildos and butt plugs--large scary butt plugs. I wanted to fight now I pulled at the ropes. Screaming through the gag, but no sound came and the ropes only tightened. I looked to Bill with pleading eyes. He laughed loud and proceed with his torments.
Kneeling in front of me to suck the exposed flesh of my clamped nipples. He sucked them roughly my back arch hard pushing my chest foward trying to alieviate the pain as he pulled back. Tears begun to well up and it only excited him more. He fingered me probing my inside with harsh callus fingers. He slid back tasting his fingers.
"I knew you were delicous," he said getting to his feet. He smiled wickedly before showing mE the riding crop. He swong hitting my thigh. The skin felt as if it had ripped it burn like nothing I had ever felt before. He swong again hiiting my cheek, the tears that were brimming in my eyes were now running down my face. He continued hiiting my stomach and my legs relentlessly attacking my breast. He pulled the clamps off and I screamed, feeling as if i would choke on the ball.
He reached for the tape yanking it off and I cry out again spitting out the ball. Quickly he shoves his his hard rod in my mouth forcing it down my throat. I gagged, he pulls it from my mouth. Then as quick as he pulls his cock from my mouth, he shoves it back in telling me he can do this all night. Telling how hot my mouth is and how he is going to fuck my throat. He tells me to take it or he'll whip my cunt. He slaps my cheek and I do as he say. He takes hold of my hair as he forces his dick deep into my throat thrusting in and out of my mouth. I feel him fill my throat, his hands in my hair as he fucks my mouth. Forcing my head down to his balls, only letting me up for air when I start to gag. Then final skeeting his load down my throat.
"Sleep little cunt i will be later. I have another lil trollop to catch. Then we'll play some really good games.
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chapter two
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Posted:Nov 18, 2008 9:58 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2008 8:24 pm 14406 Views
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The first night he brought me to his house, a large enclosed Victorian Plantation house. Immediately my temper flared, my mind flared in justified rage. What the hell was he thinking bringing me to a plantation? My mind went crazy knowing exactly what he had to be thinking, he wanted a nigger to pick his cotton. I flashed red-hot fire behind my eyes.
“What the fuck is this? You need a slave to hobble you want to call me Toby? Someone to say ‘Yessa Massa’, ‘No Massa’? You fucking red neck, nothing like, sweet nigger pussy to make a plantation into a home. You have got to be shitting me.”
Quicker then anything, I have seen he reached over and slapped me so hard my head wrapped against the glassed and my vision blurred.
“Girl that mouth will get you in trouble yet. Do not think so little of your self that you let anyone enslave you. Do not disrespect your pass with that type of simple mindedness and weakness. You are here because you need to be. And you, girl, will never raise your voice to me again or I turn your ass a shade of purple yet seen.”
We drove up to house without speaking. When you get pass the fact that it was a plantation, it was very lovely. It was a light coffee color with white trim. It still had its old world appeal, with updated features. The windows where new and energy efficient, the house had siding. The door was heavy and had a brass knocker nothing as crass a pair of breast, but rather a classic plain handle. My eyes soaked up every detail that dark would allow. The porch appeared to wrap around the house the railings were hand craved and the porch was custom with custom furniture sprinkle about the shadows. I giggled to myself thinking that some of it looked a little medieval. I would not be surprised if it was.
We enter the foyer and he explained what was to take place over the next couple of days. He said that I would have to stay in my room until I wrote out a contract that I would not break. One that included his use and right to me, what he could and could not do. It should include how far he could go in punishing and under what terms our contract was void. He said he would include previsions after he read what I wrote. Once we were agreed on the details, my training would begin. He said in a separate document I should write out things that I have not done and would not do. He said he would honor my limits.
“I have two other sub missives, as they are people and not property. I do not own them. They will see to whatever needs you might have during day, as I do work. We will go into that after the contract is finished though.” With that, he led me up the three flights of stairs to my room. It was big open space with a queen size bed a small seating area off to the right next to a picture window. There was a dresser, a wardrobe, and a desk with a computer on it. There was bathroom off to the left with fresh towels and a basket full of toiletries.
“Goodnight girl. Remember you are not to leave this room until you have written the contract. When you are ready for me to see it print it. The printer is in my office, after I look over it. I’ll come and get you. Food will be brought to you and I’ll check on you before bed each night. By the way my name is Cormac.” Then he shut the door.
I walked in the bathroom pulling off my clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor. I examined the items in the basket. There was razor, to shave every stitch of hair from my body no doubt. I decided not to use it just to be a pain. A brand new toothbrush in the casing—great I could use that right away. There was alcohol a pedicure/manicure kit, a lofa, some nice sea salt scrub and sugar scrub for the face a jar of rose petals and a jar of powdered milk. I think I might just stay in the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower, I scrubbed away the evening using the lofa to attack my skin. After bathing and drying, I wrapped my self in a towel and laid across the bed. I drifted quickly off.
The next morning I woke wondering where I was and why I was naked. Sitting up panicked the night before slow came back. Embarrassed that I gave Cormac my panties I gathered my things. Cracking open the door peeking down the hall, I crept down the three flights of stairs and out the front door. Running across the acres of grass and trees, through orchids, I was looking for road. When finally I came upon it was totally lost and sun had burnt my already caramel skin. I was hungry, having only eaten fruit from the orchids. I was thirsty and crying walking downs a road that seems to lead nowhere and come from the same place. I had nowhere else to go, so I kept walking. I had left Cormac’s house around eight or nine o’clock that morning. It was early fall it got dark about 7 pm. The sun was setting and I was screwed. Half way to nowhere halfway away. My feet ached my leg burned I sat of to the side of the road and cried. That night I slept out side in the grass and ate fruit. I made to it a town by the next afternoon.
That is when I realized I left my purse at the house.
Fortunately, a lady was nice enough to drive me to the next town where I lived. I keep a spare key outside under a flowerpot I kept in the window. I opened the door locking it. Safe I made some calls order to credit and bankcards, having a lock’s smith to change the locks and one come re-key my car. All that done I walked around the house making sure no one was there and nothing had been touched. Stripping down to nothing, I showered scrubbing dirty and grass from my body. I then turning up the heat until it was stuffy in the house. Calm I opened a bottle of wine; I kept hearing Cormac’s demand for my panties. I pour my glass and sat naked on the counter top, drifting back to the feeling I had when he stepped into my space, my body was hot. I dipped my finger in the glass of wine rubbing them over my lips. Dipping them again, I ran my fingers over my clit and through my pussy lip tasting my fingers. I only regret not having sex with him; I know it would have been great. The more I thought of what he would have done to me sexually the more I rubbed and stroked myself. Grinding onto my fingers panting working myself up, pushing my self to the edge, I was almost there. I could feel the dizzying blur of orgasm, when there was a knock on the door. I grabbed a slip dress that hung on the chair putting it on. I opened the door half expecting it to be Cormac but it was not it was the locksmith. I was so disappointed I had him only re-key the car and sent him on his way.
Days went by Cormac did not come. I think that why I did not have the locks changed. One night I awoke from sleep with a jerk. In my dream, Cormac had come to room every night to watch me sleep. When I woke up and looked around, he was there, sitting at my dressing table his two girls kneeling on the floor next to him. When I saw him, I thought I knew I should scream, but I did not. I slid from my bed walking over to the dresser pulling out the contract he asked to write when I was there along with the list. I knelt handing him both documents.
“You know I going to punish you right. If you return to me, I will not be go easy on you. You could have gotten your self injured or killed. Knowing this knowing i'm going to punish you severely will you come with Tari?”
Nodding my answer, yes he directed us to the car.
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Teaching Tari (The Beginning)
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Posted:Oct 26, 2008 11:52 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2016 11:52 am 14577 Views
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I walked through the darkness of the club. The atmosphere alive with the usually click clack of heels, whips against flesh, and wordy Doms being more worrisome then helpful. This club should be called “The Pretenders” instead; it was called “The Slut’s Box”. I head straight for the bar and order my drink, double shot of crown with coke and cherry chaser. I down the first drink leaving my brown and gold lipstick on the glass. I like the way it transferred so perfectly, brown on the outside gold on the inside. Absent-mindedly as sip my coke, I fish out the cherries. My mind traveled over reason and dimness-- why did I even come to these clubs anymore. I’m never going to go all the way. Hell, I didn’t even know what it was I was looking for. I should leave right now…after another drink. Pushing my twenty forward, I signal the barmaid for another drink.
“You keep putting them away like that and you won’t be able to drive.” A deep voice from the left said.
“Who said I was driving?” I ask slamming the shot with out looking over.
“ I assume a lil’ one such as yourself, thinks she has more self control then to become drunk, unattended in a bar like this.”
My mind flew into rage. “Lil’one,” he has a “lil’one”. I hated that term. It was such a Pretender term. The voice in my head was mocking it. I was not little in any way. I stand 5’8” 165 pounds, and heavy 36 DD breast. I feel could tantrum coming. I had to check myself, and make myself get a grip.
“That’s why strangers should mind the own business.”
I could feel him step closer he wasn’t touching me but he entering my space. I thought yup tonight’s the night you’ll get smashed in the face if you lay one hair one me. Looking into the fifth and six shot before I swallow the hot amber liquid, waiting for him to speak or move.
“Lil one you have such a nasty attitude. The wrapping doesn’t matter half as much as the present. That’s what you would be a present. I think you should give you’re panties as a sign of your willingness to be trained my me.”
I looked up laughing but his grey-white eyes gave me start. Grey-white that burned like white hot fore flickering hypnotizing me. Those eyes on creamy olive skin, I blinked clear of his trace and heard his words what kind of statement was that! His face, I don’t recall seeing. He height was astounding with his weight. He had to be about 6’4” 270-300 lbs. I didn’t think he would tower over me the way he did, it was more then intimidating, it was frightening. For the first time in a very long time I felt small. Taking two steps backward as he took one step forward, I turned and walked quickly to the bathroom.
Moving quickly into one of the stalls, I slid my panties down. They were drenched I stuffed them into my purse. After handling, my business I promised myself to head straight for the door and never come back. Never think about this foolishness again. Taking two deep breaths, I push the door open and ran into his solid barrel chest. Startled, trying to process what my mind is seeing and what I was feeling, at the same I take, a few bewilder steps back into the stall. He reached out catching me by the wrist.
“The panties girl I will have them now”
Still in shock, I looked at him without moving blinking or breathing.
“Now girl! Your panties!” his voiced raised but not yelling snapped me backed to reality, I opened my mouth to scream. He jerked me in and out, spinning me around, pulling me close and covering my mouth with his hand. We were facing the mirror when he took two steps forward pinning against he sink.
“If I wanted too I could take you right here. I wouldn’t be nice neither I would split the tight lil booty hole open. I think I just might,’ he pushed his knee in between my legs. His knee was pressed firmly against my sex as he lifted me easily onto the sink. I stared at him through the mirror. I know I would not let something like this happen to me without putting up a hell of a fight, but I don’t remember fighting. I remember putting my hands on the glass to balance myself , thrusting my ass towards him. With a stiff and swift hand, he smacked me hard across my ass rapidly, bringing me back to my senses. My behind ablaze my cleared and I knew what I wanted. I pushed back and slid down his leg, reaching into my purse I gave him my panties.
“Now we can begin. What is your name little girl."
"Tari."
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