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Friday, March 15, 2013
She knows it too. That night changed her view of the world. It changed the way she saw herself, and taught her a few things about what she was capable of. It opened her eyes to a whole new way of thinking, being, existing and coping. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely happy before the event. Something was missing in her life, but she thought she was just being ungrateful. After all, she had a loving husband, two beautiful children, she was supported and had a close knit group of friends she saw often. Life was perfect, but in reality, she was living a lie. There was something deep down inside her, that was begging to be let free from the Stepford wife existence she was living. That veneer was beginning to show the first signs of cracks, and in the course of the event, it shattered the cage, and broke free from it’s artificially created exterior.
Although trying to deny herself the thought, she secretly enjoyed the event. There was something about letting this man, this cruel man who would take her husbands life, take her that was incredibly arousing. Erotic even. That giving up the natural instinct to fight, losing control and giving in to the desires and will of this stranger that had affected her deeply. Even though she was not able to see her husbands facial expression and reactions to what was happening, and even though for the most part, her mouth had been gagged, save for when her tormentor forced his large cock down her throat, she had hoped that her life partner could not see the changes in her, and that she was in fact, enjoying being taken in that way. It went against every fabric of her upbringing, her life as it was to give herself to that moment in time. It was futile to fight it. It was futile to try to deny she had even felt that way, even now, a month further in time.
Even though things had changed, they were still living as husband and wife as best they could. They still had occasional sex, but it didn’t feel right to her. It felt empty, benign and unsatisfying. Only when she let her mind wander to the event was she able to allow herself to orgasm, and when she did, she came with such a force, it left her body reeling. But she tried to keep it back, and not let on what was happening deep in her mind, for fear of hurting her husband, for fear of admitting to herself just what she now wanted. Craved. Needed. Who was this woman she was fast becoming? Why could she not push this back to where it came from?
They had not heard anything from the debtor since the event. A simple “thank you, consider the debt repaid” was all she was told upon leaving. But she could not stop herself from thinking about him. Every day as she went about her business at home, doing her wifely duties, she would occasionally stop what she was doing, and get flashbacks of the event. As if in a trance like state, and at times not even aware of what she was doing, her hands would slip into her panties, her fingers would find their way to her aching clitoris, and she would touch herself to the point of climax, before coming to her senses, with a feeling of extreme guilt, and continuing to do what she had been doing. But it would keep coming back. This need, like oxygen, would continue to come back to her, overcome her, until she had no choice but to give in to the cravings, take herself to the matrimonial bedroom, and fuck herself with her fingers until she lay shivering, quivering in a molten mess of sweat, tangled hair and come between her legs, and all over the sheets. Not content with that, she would make herself come again. And again, until her hands ached, her body begged for reprieve and her mind would return to almost normal once more. She knew there was only one thing to do. Something she had to do. But she could not tell her husband about it. This was something she needed to do, for herself, for this woman she had now become, for this creature that had emerged from the darkness of the event, and into the light of her everyday being.
She wasn’t sure how to get in contact with her tormentor. She had received a text message prior to the event, with strict instructions on what to wear etc, but she was not sure that a response to that message would yield results. She wanted to yield again so badly, that despite being told not to bother responding to the message, she had to take the risk and try. She needed to give herself, to cower to this Master that had controlled her, and submit to his desires once again. She felt fear once again. A different fear this time though. A fear that also gave her courage. She needed to feel his power, his force, his dominance again, and she was prepared to take the risk of possible dire consequences for disobeying previous instruction. She wanted to be punished. She picked up her phone. With one hand, she brought up the message she had not been able to bring herself to delete. With her other hand, she slipped down into her underwear. The heat coming from her cunt now spread itself across the palm of her hand, and she began to shake as she composed her message to this man she desired, when she knew she should not. As the thought of his member, punishing her sex, sliding deep into her mouth, stretching her arse as if it were on fire, she came with an intensity not felt since that night. That event.
Gathering her senses, she finished the message. “I have been bad. I know you said never to contact you, but I must. I need to be punished for my indiscretions and redeem myself to you.” Trembling as one finger hovered over the send button, another over her clitoris, both fingers hit their targets at the same time. She came that very instant, her cunt exploding with the veracity of a volcano erupting its molten lava from deep within the earth.
And now, she waited for his response, hoping, needing it to come….
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
It is no different for him. Through his dealings, both professionally and personally, he now finds himself in a very tenuous position. He is in debt up to his eyeballs, and it looks like there is no way out for him.
To the man to whom he is indebted, a man who is calculating, cold in a way, ruthless in the corporate world, and even more so in the world that lies beneath it. He always gets what he wants. Always. Nothing will stand in his way, and he has the power to deal with things in any way he sees fit. ANY WAY he sees fit!
The price on this mans head is so high, his life is now endangered. A family man, who has always tried to do the best by his wife and children, is now faced with a very difficult decision, to this individual that he owes so much to. A meeting has been arranged, to be held at his home, he can no longer hide this dilemma from his beautiful wife.
There is a knock at the door, he answers it to find his debtor standing on the other side. He invites him in, and introduces him to his wife. She is confused, as she has never heard of this man before, and is wondering why he is now in their home, and why he has an air of menace about him. Sitting down in their living room, the explanation unfolds, and the expression on her face now turns from confusion to horror, as the reality dawns on her for the first time, at the sheer gravity of the situation.
Realising that her husbands life is now in danger, she begins to shake. She is a beautiful woman, a wonderful mother to their children, and always attends to the families needs. Raised as a Catholic, she is a God fearing woman, and cannot understand how it has come to this, and how someone can be so callous and unforgiving. She is shaking, the fear now gripping her body. Fear of the unknown, fear of the thought of losing her husband.
Without warning, the debtor speaks softly, and offers a solution, of a different magnitude, but nonetheless just as terrifying. He is prepared to spare this mans life, but on strict conditions. The man and his wife listen intently to what the debtor has to say.
“You are to give me your wife. I will not disclose for how long, but she will be mine to do with as I see fit. If you value your life, there is no other option. Nothing will be off limits to me. Nothing will be denied to me, and if necessary, I will take what I want by force.”
A look of shock and dismay befalls their faces, as they try to understand what they have just been told. They now have to make a choice between life, his life, and sex. They ask for a moment to confer between themselves, to make a decision, but this request is denied. They must make the decision right now.
Realising the gravity of this decision, and the consequences should they say no to this proposal, the wife comes straight out and says yes, I will do what I have to. But there is one more thing the debtor demands. “I will take your wife, and I will do whatever I want to her. I will have her in any way I see fit, and I will enjoy it. As I mentioned, I will take by force if I have to, and I will enjoy it. But, and here is the caveat… You, must watch this take place. Not at the same location, for that will not be told to you, you will have no idea where she has been taken to. I will send you an electronic invitation, to which you must accept, and to which you must then fix your eyes. You will watch as I take off her clothes, you must watch as I put my cock in her mouth, or anywhere else I choose, and you must not look away or close your eyes. Your face will be watched, and should you not follow these strict instructions implicitly, the deal will be off, you will lose your life, but I will not stop getting what was promised to me.”
As the thought of having to watch his beautiful wife fulfill this mad mans cruel punishment begins to sink in, his head sinks into his hands. His wife tries to comfort him, and places her hand on his leg. But it is of no use. He knows there is no other option, and reluctantly he agrees.
With that, the debtor gets to his feet, and tells the husband and wife that he will be in touch in the very near future, with instructions on what the wife is to wear, how her hair is to be done, what sort of make up she must put on her innocent face, and where she is to go to carry out the repayment of her husbands debt. He turns and walks out the door, leaving them to ponder what has just happened. What will happen.
And now they wait for his instructions…..
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
His hopes of joy, fulfillment and lustful soiree’s are soon to come to fruition, as word of his lovers state of mind and self filters through.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Have you ever seen the sentient whale, as it comes up for air from the depths of the oceans, blissfully unaware of the birds above?
Have you ever taken a moment, to realise the joy in the small things, that warm the heart, that may never happen again?
Have you ever felt the love of a child, that knows not condition, pretense, boundary or reason?
Have you ever paused to regret?
Have you ever stopped to hate, only to realise the futility in doing so?
Have you ever promised to love, only to break that promise, at the same time realising that it was not your promise to make?
Have you ever reminisced, only to re-digest feelings of resentment, fear, sorrow that just don't belong in your life?
Have you ever lived off past glories, only to miss the glory of living in the moment?
Have you ever denied yourself the presence of mind while drifting away with a wayward thought?
Have you ever chased a shadow of yourself, in the hope that it would one day set itself free?
Have you ever wished to not wake up, not go to sleep, for your heart to skip a beat or three?
I catch my breath at the thought of you, the ache when you aren't here brings me to my knees.
The thought that I may not dream, may not realise the desires I bear brings a heavy weight upon my chest.
For now is the time to allow myself to live, allow myself to love, yet attach nothing nor no one to my needs,
As letting go is a part of the attachment that defines what I long for, breath for, why my heart beats.
I am reminded of the fragility in every breath.
I am mindful of the mortality in every waking moment.
I am grateful for the love that holds me up
I am mournful for those we have lost.
Have you ever wished for that one last moment together?
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
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