The whip lands again on my back, sending another sharp spear of pain into my
gut, and with it another wave of agonizing, unfulfilled desire crashed through
me. "Please Master...Yes, I want it, I want it now!" I moan through clenched
teeth. He steps around in front of me, smiling in mock surprise. "My, what a
lusty wench! And you've finally admitted it! Well *now* you'll just have to
wait. I'm having fun doing just what I'm doing." And with that he disappears
again behind me, and I felt the whip descend once more, between my shoulder
blades, with a thwack and a burn. With the rhythm of the whip, I slip into a
delirium of pain and lust. And lost in the rhythm, I find my mind wandering
through the events that had led me to this delicious and frustrating
predicament. On a whim, I had offered myself up for sale at the "auction". What
the hell, I thought to myself, what have I got to loose? I can explicitly
eliminate sex from what I offer, and what else could there be that someone could
want that I couldn't do? [That thought makes me chuckle, even as yet another
lash of the whip hits me across the back of my thighs, bringing tears to my
eyes. How ignorant I had been what seemed like so long ago...] Be- sides, if
things got out of hand, I could always just leave, the only drawback then being
that I had wasted my time and wouldn't get paid. Besides, I needed the money.
The auctions sold time, not services. Most "slaves" (as the people being sold
were jokingly called) ended up helping people move, making dinner, giving
backrubs, or serving as "ornamental slaves", where the purchaser would, say,
bring them to a party on a leash, and show them off all night. All in fun, of
course. Of course, "slaves" could limit what they would do to certain things, or
just say they wouldn't do certain things, as long as they made the limits clear
before the bidding began. And never, ever was it allowed for sex to be offered
as a service, to avoid possible charges of pimping for the auctioneers. Of
course, some people hinted that sex would be a part of the package, and those
people (females at least) got very high bids. Knowing this, I very explicitly
said "No sex" --- loudly, and a number of times. A few people who seemed to be
interested at the start were turned off by my adamant refusals. But I didn't
care; I wouldn't want to have sex with them for all the money in the world
anyway. Besides, I knew that lot's of people wanted me enough to settle for just
being around me for that time. As predicted, I had a number of people bidding on
me, and the bids went quite high. As was fairly typical, I was offering only
four hours of my time, and when the bids hit three digits I was smug! But most
of the people bidding were students, and just couldn't compete with Daniel's
bids --- after all, he had an *income*! I had met Daniel a couple of times at
parties. He was basically an unassuming type, blending into the background of
whatever group he was in. He was the type of guy who always lusts after me, but
never says anything; the type I never give a second thought. I was quite
surprised at how determined he seemed to buy me...and also a bit relieved,
because he seemed so meek. He would probably be in such awe of just being with
me, he couldn't get up the guts to do more than ask me to cook dinner for him.
[With a wry smile, I realize that he hadn't even done that! The smile brings a
questioning look from my Master (he is now working on my breasts and belly),
followed by a quick volley of five or six strokes across my thighs. ooooh...]
When Daniel picked me up at an arranged place and time, I was dressed to please.
I figured that, even though I had specified no sex, he had bought me because he
lusted after me, and I would give the guy his money's worth. Call me a tease,
and I won't blush; I love the obviously desirous stares I get from men, as long
as they don't touch! I was wearing a short-short mini- skirt, and tight, low-cut
tank top, and bright yellow panties that I knew could be seen whenever I leaned
over. The tank top showed my nipples off well, with the fabric stretching over
the hard points. My breasts are medium sized, rounded, and firm enough that they
require no bra, and they have always attracted longing looks from the men around
me. He stared at my breasts as he opened the car door for me, and I gave him my
best "come hither" smile. I swear he let out a gasp! In the car, I asked him
where he was taking me, and he said "To my place." After riding in silence for a
bit, I asked, "So what do you have in mind for me?" He looked at me with an
unreadable expression and said quietly. "I want to have sex with you." Oh God! I
groaned to myself. This guy is going to be a schmuck about it, and force me to
walk out on him. I started to tell him that hell would freeze over before I
would sleep with him, and he said, with more force, "Don't bother saying you
won't. I *will* fuck you, and you'll love it." He said it simply, and with
force, and I stared at him, open-mouthed. Shit, I thought, he's going to rape
me. My God, how am I going to get out of this? As if in answer to my thoughts,
he said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you. I won't do anything to you you
don't want me to do." His words were somehow both reassuring, and ominous. They
scared me but also started my curiosity churning in full force. Just how did
this presumptuous little dweeb propose to make me *want* to have sex with him?
And he sounded so confident! As we continued driving in silence, I continued
watching him. In the past, his manner had been so unassuming, I had never
bothered to really look at him. He was tall and very thin, with something of a
studious look about him. But looking carefully I could see that he was
well-muscled, in a lean, tight sort of way, underneath his conservative dress
shirt. [My thoughts return to the present. Confusion. The whipping has stopped.
Ah, sweet relief. But only from the pain, not from this overwhelming desire.
Now? I plead to myself? Oh God, oh Master, take me down, take me! Please,
now...? But no, he is stopping just to change tools. Now it's the paddle,
slapping my already ret-hot ass. Uhhhhh, I moan, as I remember when I first saw
the tools that are now being used so effectively on me....] The first thing
Daniel did when we got to his house was to instruct me to kneel in the middle of
the living room. This is silly, I thought. This guy has some sort of dominant
fantasy or something weird. He wants to play some stupid game. Well fine, I can
play along --- after all, I'm being well-paid. "For the remainder of your time
with me, you are to call me 'Master'." I almost laughed out loud! This sounded
like something out of one of those disgusting magazines of my father's, that I
had sneaked looks at when I was young. But I suppressed my smile and said,
putting on what I imagined to be a good submissive look, and said, "Yes,
Master." "Stay here. Don't move until I tell you you can," he said, and then
looked at me expectantly. I was confused for a moment, then realized what he
wanted. "Yes, Master." Boy this guy is weird, I thought. But I was *really*
curious now, anxious to see what bizarre activity was to follow. He turned and
disappeared down a hall-way. While he was gone, I sat there on my knees,
wondering why I was putting up with this shit. Well, I was getting a *lot* of
money for these few hours. Besides, I was just burning with curiosity. And
something else? I wasn't sure. But I knew I was eager for him to return, to find
out what the next move in the game was. I took advantage of his absence to study
my surroundings. His living room looked pretty much like I would have expected
from my earlier impression of him. Standard motel looking furniture, well-worn.
Many bookcases almost overflowing with books, thought I couldn't read most of
the titles from my position on the floor. In one corner was a desk with a
computer (of course). One thing that really stood out about the room was that it
was amazingly neat and organized. Almost compulsively, I thought. Although he
had tons of books, papers and other stuff, everything was arranged and stacked
neatly, and it seemed clear that everything belonged in exactly the place it
occupied. He didn't take long, so I didn't get a chance to look around more
carefully. He came back with a collar and leash in his hand. I gasped! He isn't
going to expect me to wear *that*, is he? Then I calmed down, and remembered
that during the auction I had even been prepared to be an "ornamental slave",
led around on a leash *in* *public*, and somehow this private horror seemed a
blessing. What on earth had made me think I was cut out to be auctioned as a
"slave" anyway? As expected, he placed the collar around my neck. It wasn't a
normal dog collar --- it had metal rings on the sides and front, not just on the
back. He clipped the chain leash onto the ring on the front. "Follow me" he
instructed, and I started to rise. "Not like that. Stay on your knees." So I
followed him down the hallway he had just come out of, scurrying along the
floor, on my knees. Jesus, this guy must be having a field day, I chuckled
silently. How often does he get a gorgeous girl to follow him around on a leash?
Well that's what he shelled out good money for, I guess. And I was just doing it
for the money, right? Wasn't I? At the end of the hallway was a door that I
figured led to his bedroom. I was about to protest, but then he opened the door
and I saw that this was most certainly not a bedroom. There was no bed in sight,
but there were certainly lots of other things. The room was dimly lit, and the
walls appeared to be black! Oh wow, this is too weird! The room had chains
hanging from the ceiling, various pieces of furniture, some of which the purpose
was clear, the others baffled me. And hanging all around the walls were all
sorts of...well, whips, it looked like. And paddles. More chains and ropes.
Strings. And lots of stuff I couldn't even name. I couldn't do anything more
than gasp and stare. I didn't get long to look around, though, before he pulled
me towards a goal-posts looking thing, with a bar between two poles across the
top. He quickly hooked the leash to a hook on the top bar. It was just long
enough so that if I stayed up on my knees with my back straight, the collar
stayed loose around my neck. He stepped back, and looked at me kneeling there,
and I felt myself blush. Me, blush? Why, I'm always in control, I never get
embarrassed. But something about being there with the leash on made me feel so
exposed. Not exposed enough for him, it seemed though. "Very pretty," he said,
looking thoughtful, "but I think it would be better without the clothes. Don't
you think so too?" He looked at me meaningfully. "No way, guy," I protested
vehemently. "I said before, no sex. This is already getting real close to
getting out of hand as it is!" He ignored my protests, and moved off to a corner
of the room. He came back, dragging a full-length mirror, the kind that pivots
vertically in a frame on wheels. He put it in front of me, so that I could see
myself kneeling, and asked again "Don't you think this would make a pretty
picture without clothes?" I kept my mouth shut, and refused to look at the
mirror. "Okay, if that's how you want it," he nodded. "In that case, there isn't
much I can do here. Just this..." He went to the wall and brought back four
padded leather straps, with buckles. Oh no! Sure enough, he fastened them around
my wrists and ankles deftly, and then attached each wrist to the same side ankle
with a short length of chain. He moved the mirror back a few feet, so that I had
a better view of the room. "I'm going to the living room to read a book. If you
change your mind about taking your clothes off, call me. Otherwise, I'll be back
at the end of your time with me, which by the way is about three more hours, to
let you go. Have fun!" he said, chuckling, and walked out. The first thing I did
after he walked out was lean on the chain, testing it's strength. It was a light
chain, and I could tell it would break under my weight. Good, I thought, I won't
hang myself if I fall over. I didn't even occur to me at the time that this was
probably quite intentional on Daniel's part. I also tested the cuffs on my
wrists and ankles --- there was no way I could break the chains, but I figured I
could, if I had wanted to, get out of the cuffs. Well, it seemed I was going to
be in this room for a long time, alone, since I was most certainly not going to
allow this weird pervert to take my clothes off. So I looked around. Doing so
gave me shivers --- where did this guy get this stuff? The implements on the
wall looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. Like the living
room, everything appeared carefully arranged. It was actually quite impressive,
if I forced myself not to think about *what* I was looking at. Everything was
within easy reach, and arranged by categories. Somehow it all seemed to fit. How
careful he was about keeping every- thing neat and clean...how scrupulous he was
about not doing anything I didn't want him too...how he had made sure I was safe
while he was out of the room. It all showed a careful attention to detail that
even I was forced to admire. [I am reminded again about his attention to
details, as the paddling pauses again. Every single inch of my skin burns from
some sort of stimulation. He had left no part of me untouched, no piece of my
body escaped this desire. I had already told him I wanted it. Now all I can do
is wait till is pleases him to take me. Oh God, I hope it's soon! I am still
amazed that it's me thinking these things. As the paddling resumes, I think back
to my transition from disgust to desire...] I have no idea how long I spent on
my knees in that room. I know I was very bored, and my knees were starting to
ache. I thought to myself that I could very easily get out of this mess, just
get up and walk out. But I didn't! Why am I doing this? I spent a lot of time
trying to answer that question. Initially my answer was "money", but for some
reason that didn't carry the conviction it had from the start. And finally it
occurred to me --- I was getting turned on, hanging here from my neck, hogtied.
I was getting turned on being ordered around by this strange person, and even by
the change that had come over him when we had come into his territory. I was
even turned on looking at these bizarre devices hanging from the walls, even
though they terrified me. I found my eyes continually being drawn to the mirror.
The picture it presented was disturbing to me. Surely that girl in the mirror
wasn't me! She seemed so young, so vulnerable. Her brow was slightly shiny with
perspiration, and her chest heaved a bit more quickly than it should have for
someone resting. Her lips were slightly parted, and wet, from continually being
licked. A nervous gesture? I never even noticed I did this! I looked at her, and
she looked at me, and I realized she was flushed with arousal. And looking at
her was arousing to me... How could this weird shit arouse me? Only perverts
like this stuff, I told myself. Daniel was quite clearly a pervert and yet I
found myself thinking about him, sitting out there in the living room,
completely ignoring me, and wishing he would come back in. Men never ignore me!
And here I was --- horny! Even so, I knew I wouldn't have sex with this guy.
Just because some perversion turns me on doesn't mean I have to do it. And not
with *him*, of all people. But it didn't seem like it would do too much harm to
allow him to take my clothes off. I mean, it wouldn't be like it was the first
time I had been seen naked by a man. And it would mean the end of this damnable
boredom and frustration [ha! right!] and maybe I could get Daniel to explain to
me how some of those fascinating, repulsive, unfathomable devices were used. And
to be naked, bound like this...oh, no, I couldn't think about it. So I called
for him, "You can take my clothes off if you want." I waited, but I heard no
footsteps approaching. Oh no, he's going to keep me like this for the rest of my
four hours! How could any guy turn down an offer like that? Most men would come
running. What was it about this Daniel that he was so indifferent? Then I
remembered. "Master! Take my clothes off. Please!" I added that last, hoping it
would sound appropriately submissive, so that he would come in here. It must
have worked, for almost immediately the door opened, and Daniel walked in. He
looked so much taller than when he had left, and much stronger. My mind was
playing tricks on me. Oh well, I never had been able to deal with isolation
well. Without a word, he removed the chain between my wrists and ankles, and
jerked on the leash to indicate I should stand up. He swiftly, and somewhat
roughly, pulled down my skirt and panties, together. As I lifted my feet to let
him lift away the clothing, he also slid off my sandals. Then he unclipped the
leash, lifted my tank-top over the top of my head, tossed it with the other
clothes, and replaced the leash. He pushed me back down into the kneeling
position I had just left, and stood back and looked at me. He wasn't even
smiling. He was inspecting me like I was some piece of art that needed
critiquing. Oh, this wasn't how it should have been. This careful inspection
made me feel much more naked than just nudity alone would have! I felt the flush
return to my face, and I couldn't even look at him. I lowered my eyes to the
floor, and wondered whatever had inspired me to let him take my clothes off. He
acted as if it was him, doing me a favor. He walked slowly around me, looking at
me, and I never moved an inch. I didn't even look at him, I was so embarrassed.
When at last he had completed his inspection, he said "Hmmm. Very nice. Quite
nice indeed." I felt a flood of relief, and my shame vanished. Then I felt shock
at myself --- why should this strange man's approval mean anything at all to me?
I *knew* I looked good, and even if Daniel didn't think so, hundreds of other
guys did! But kneeling there, stark naked, under Daniel's critical eye, I
suddenly felt more acutely aware of my own body, and it's attractiveness, than
all the stares, whistles and outright compliments I had received before had ever
made me feel. I looked up at him and smiled, and he returned my smile. Once
again, I was surprised at the effect this had on me. Never before had I been
concerned with what anyone thought of me. But his approval, and his apparent
pleasure with me, sent surprising waves of pleasure through me. I felt an
inexplicable urge to wrap my arms around Daniel's knees, in front of me, and
stopped myself, shocked! What was happening to me? I was having these
unfathomable urges which went totally against my nature. And yet something about
where I was felt so...right. It was as if I belonged here, had always belonged
on my knees in front of this strange man, this Daniel, this...Master. My whole
mind rebelled against the word. And yet, each time I said it, it sounded a
little less strange. "Master," I said quietly, more to try it out than to get
Daniel's attention. The word caught a little in my throat, but not nearly as
much as it had the first time. "Speak," Daniel replied to my stumbling call.
"I...I feel...strange. I'm not sure what is happening. What's happening, what
are you doing to me?" I looked at him, suddenly feeling that he had the solution
to the unfamiliar turmoil within me. Daniel knelt down in front on me, and
grasped my chin firmly in his hand. Holding my face directly in front of me, he
looked at me, looked into my eyes, for a long time. He wasn't smiling, nor was
he frowning; I couldn't read his expression at all. But I stared back into his
eyes, and it felt like I was falling into them. I had the oddest urge to drop my
eyes, but I didn't. Instead, I found that every moment that our eyes were
locked, my internal conflict lessened. Yes, yes...this was right...Daniel was
right...everything was okay, and as it should be. Then he stood up, and I felt
like I was being released from some great weight. I started to slump down to the
floor, exhausted, but the collar and leash wouldn't let me, so I quickly sat up
with my back straight, to ease the pressure. I didn't look back up at him, but I
felt that he was looking down at me, watching me. He reached down, and stroked
my hair gently. I pulled back from his touch, instinctively, a retort already
starting to form in my mind. But it never reached my lips. Even as I shied away
from his touch, I wanted it. I leaned into his hand, my forehead resting on his
palm, his thumb rubbing my hair. My heart and mind were racing. I wasn't sure
what I wanted, how far I wanted to let these new sensations take me. I knew the
best thing I could do was to leave, to just stand up, take the collar off, get
dressed and walk out --- to forget that this evening had ever happened. But I
didn't *want* to do that. I wanted to stay and see what would happen and...and I
wanted him to touch me. That particular touch didn't last long, though. Soon
Daniel withdrew his hand, and his manner returned to it's previous firmness,
mixed with humor. He unhooked the leash from the bar above my head, and
indicated that I was to stand. I did, and the relief in stretching my legs again
washed through me, bringing back that weak feeling, and I thought I was going to
collapse. But then Daniel was there, in front of me, with his strong arms around
me, supporting me. Without even thinking about it, I leaned against him, giving
myself to his arms. Then I realized what I was doing, and pulled back, staring
at him. He just looked at me, a slight smile on his lips, and I got the feeling
he was waiting, that he knew already everything that was going to happen, all my
thoughts and confusion. I wanted to throw myself back into his arms, but that
wasn't right; I couldn't draw comfort from the very person who was bringing this
turmoil to me. But I had no more time to ponder my confusion. He pulled me
farther into the room, over to a piece of furniture that look basically like a
padded saw-horse. He turned me to face him and, still smiling that small,
knowing, and somewhat ironic smile, he said "You took an awfully long time
making up your mind about taking your clothes." He looked at me expectantly, and
I dropped my eyes again. I couldn't tell if he was really upset at me, or if he
was just teasing me. And why should I care? But I did! I didn't want him to be
angry with me, for then he might not touch me again. I longed for his touch!
"You are going to have to learn to think more quickly." His words confused me.
"Going to have to learn"...? But his tone was clear, the same tone my father
used to use to say "You've done something wrong. I'm not upset but for your own
good you must be taught a lesson." I found myself relieved that he was not
upset, but at the same time ashamed of myself for doing "something wrong". A
conditioned reflex from my childhood, to my father's tone? Perhaps, but
nevertheless I felt I deserved a lesson. But the thought that Daniel was going
to give it to me scared me. He turned me so that I was facing the sawhorse, and
place a hand on my back, gently pushing me so that I was bent over the horse, my
belly resting on the padded bar, my breasts and arms hanging down in front of
it. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my sweat making the smooth surface
of the horse sticky. It was clear where this was leading; I should have gone
bolting for the door. But it seemed appropriate and necessary. I didn't even
seriously consider leaving. I just stood there, naked, bent and vulnerable,
waiting for the inevitable. And it came --- a light, stinging slap to my ass. It
didn't hurt, but it startled me, even though I had been expecting it. The second
followed quickly, and then the third. The slaps were still light, but I could
feel my cheeks reddening slightly, and I felt quite warm all over. As the slaps
continued, I marveled at what was happening. I was letting Daniel spank me! No,
I corrected myself, I was letting my Master spank me. And finally the word felt
totally right. "Master," I whispered, too low for him to hear. But I didn't feel
that I was "letting" him spank me. Rather, I had an odd feeling that he was in
his right, in this spanking, and that I was receiving a deserved punishment. I
wanted to be touched, and even this touch was better than none. In fact, I
discovered that the growing heat on my backside was adding to my arousal, making
me squirm on the horse. I was startled out of this self-contemplation by another
smack on my ass, much harder than the previous ones. I winced and grasped the
legs of the sawhorse. I felt sure that all I had to do was say "Stop", and
Daniel (Master!) would stop immediately. But I found that I didn't want him to
stop. The spanking hurt, but somehow, at the same time it felt good. It felt
right! I waited with a combination of desire and apprehension for the next
stinging slap. It came, and I gasped and actually raised my ass toward his hand
in preparation for the next one. And the next one came, and the next and the
next. And as my bottom got hotter and sorer, I got hornier and hornier,
marveling at the incongruous complement of pain and pleasure. [I laugh at myself
under my breath. I had thought those little smacks were so hard and so
wonderful, I had been so easy to turn on! I wonder if Daniel expected it to be
so easy. He certainly seems to be working hard now, I think, and I feel another
crack of the paddle. But it's stopping! Is this another pause, a tease, or is he
actually going to take me now? Oh yes, yes, he's unhooking my wrists. A moan of
anticipation escapes my lips, and in the moment before he lowers me to the
floor, my mind flashes back to getting into the position I was now so relieved
to be leaving...] I don't know how long the spanking lasted. It can't have been
very long but in my mind it was an excruciatingly ecstatic forever. But
eventually the pain started reaching out, past the pleasure. But just as I felt
the excitement start to slip, he stopped. How did he know? I had had just enough
to get me trembling with excitement, and no more. I rested on the horse,
breathing heavily, feeling the sweat between me and the slick surface I was
lying on. I was tired, but somehow I felt refreshed. I felt no more shame at my
failure (I had long ago stopped thinking about exactly what it was I was being
punished for, and only that I deserved this, that he was purging my guilt.) I
hoped my Master was pleased with me, and I was ready to do anything he wanted.
Almost. Even as I thought that, the incredible heat of the moment faded, and I
again started asking myself what in the world I was doing here. Although I still
felt arousal and desire coursing through me, I swore to myself I would not
succumb to Daniel's desire. Getting a spanking may make me as horny as I've ever
been, but I certainly didn't have to admit that to *him*! I stubbornly swore to
myself that, no matter how turned on he got me, I wasn't going to let him fuck
me. He allowed me few moments to recover, and then he tugged on my collar to
indicated I should stand up, and walked me back over to the pole set-up I had
been attached to when we first came into the room. He moved me so that I was
standing under the top pole, and again lifted my chin so that I was looking at
his face. His manner had changed. He still seem strangely confident of himself.
But now, mixed with the ever-present humor in his smile, was a bit of smugness.
His smile suggested that he knew that he had already won, and all he had to do
was wait. Rebelliously, I reaffirmed my vow to prove him wrong. He stroked my
cheek lightly, and then took my wrists in his hands. He clipped the straps
around my wrists together, and then attached both wrist restraints to a hook on
the bar above us. The bar was high enough that I had to stretch my arms to be
able to keep my feet on the floor. He stepped back, watching me, with the same
satisfied, confident smile on his lips. The mirror was still where it had been
when I was kneeling on the same spot, and I could see myself clearly. The girl
in the mirror was quite a different sight than she had been previously. Her
short hair was damp with sweat, and the slight flush on her face had become a
full body flush. She was trembling, and her breathing was so heavy it was almost
panting. The biggest change though, was an almost indefinable change in her
expression. It seemed that some of the stubbornness, the willfulness, the
arrogance, had gone out of it, to be replaced with...something I could not name.
The sight of my trembling nakedness made me realize how vulnerable I was. It
also renewed my excitement almost unbearably. I heard my Master say from
somewhere to my left "Pretty girl. You are so excited, and we haven't even begun
yet." His words sent a noticeable shiver through me, and I strained forward
against my bonds, pleading silently to be touched again. I wondered how long I
could keep my stubborn vow. I even wondered why I had made it... I was still
staring at my reflection when I felt a sharp sting on my back. In the mirror, I
looked behind me, and Master was there, with a nasty-looking whip in his hands.
It appeared to be a thick handle with a number of leather straps hanging off it.
I had seen it on the wall earlier. Before I could recall what I had thought of
it at the time, I saw him swing again. I watched in the mirror, an the whip
disappeared behind me a split second before I felt it crack down again on my
back. The pain was much sharper than that of the spanking, much different. This
pain left heat, too, but traveled all through my body, each stroke bringing me
higher and higher... Finally, my Master lays me down on the floor. Somehow, in
my own delirium, I missed him taking his clothes off. Now I feel his body heavy
on top of me, our bodies both slick. I look up at him, trying to tell him with
my eyes that I surrender to him totally. Then I close my eyes and gasp as he
enters me in one smooth, quick thrust. My gasps turn to groans, and my groans to
screams, as the pleasure mounts into an orgasm that rocks my soul. And he keeps
thrusting and I lose myself in ecstasy... Finally, it is all over. My exhaustion
is mixed with a sense of satisfaction that goes deeper than just orgasm. He has
taken me, and I am his. I feel no more confusion, no more turmoil, just a
profound feeling of fulfillment, of rightness. "Master," I whisper into his neck
as he strokes my hair. He nods, and I know he understands...
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