She`s sitting on a bench and shes crying....the crowd streams by
but she`s oblivious to them...and me.


She`s brought me to a halt..stopped me in my tracks....she`s
beautiful.


This isn`t a snotty blubbering crying attack....she sits like a
pre-raphaelite angel with tears rolling down her cheeks.


The sound of the shopping crowd fades away and leaves me with
her.


She looks at me....


I wave


She nods.


I weave my way through the now noisy moving crowd and crouch in
front of her.


`you`re lost`...its not a question.


she nods.


`and you need to come with me`


a hesitation...another nod.


I take her hand and lead her through the crowd.


We walk to where you wait....and you take her other hand without
a word.


I know you`ve seen pictures of her before...but in the Autumnal
sunshine she glows...her skin translucent...tears dried as she
walks between us through the park to your car.


**********************


It was a good idea for me to sit beside her in the back of the
car....as the edge of town passed us by she bit her bottom lip
and looked more nervous and as the miles passed the tears started
to roll again.


She`s scared....its understandable....


You glance in the mirror and pull into a lay-by.


`I can turn the car round at any point` you say `you have to want
this`


and she nods.


I know how she feels.....to want something so badly but to be so
terrified of doing it.


I put an arm around her and we drive again,


My other hand strokes her knee and although the tears still
occassionally drip drom her cheeks she slowly bends to my touch
and her legs open... its a long slow game.... of touch and
submission... i have the patience to take her inch by
inch....each warm inch of white inner thigh takes time until at
last she leans her head back on the car seat legs totally splayed
and her mouth opens...just a touch.


The sound of gravel under wheels and we are there. You open her
door and she rouses herself and shivers in the chilling late
afternoon air and makes some attempt to pull her skirt over her
thighs as she swings slender legs out of the car.


As she wanders towards the house and you reach into the boot for
your case I stand and hug myself and take in the view...the
isolation....and I`m happy....very happy.


As you pass her in the doorway you stop..put the bags down and
ask her the question.... I know that question well....and i wait
for her to give her final consent.


She nods.


The house is old and low beamed, the windows small and deep.....
we are here for as long as we need to be.


I beleive that may be some time.


Your planning has been meticulous, there is a fire lit, a stock
of logs and a fridge full of food...we don`t need to go anywhere
and nobody needs to come to us.


This realisation is liberating.....gone is desire to slowly
uncover her inch by inch.... thats a mentality based on someone
having the option to say no. I just want her naked....i want the
tears back....i want her in pain and crawling accross the floor
to me....


But you want supper.... you know me well....and you are making me
wait.


So we eat.


All three of us eat in silence....each of us
waiting....anticipating....all of us for different reasons.


When we finish I come and kneel by your chair.... beyond all else
i need your affirmation.


You lift my face to yours.


`Who am I?`


`My one and only Master`


You kiss me and tell me she is mine. To do as i like.


****************************************


She`s naked.... the tears are back....she is in pain and she is
crawling accross the floor to me....
I open my legs and she eagerly laps my cunt juice which is
flowing from me...


I lean back in the armchair and smile at you.


And then shut my eyes and relive the last few hours.... i`d cut
her clothes from her whilst she stood beside the dining
table....and then naked i`d traced the cold blade over firm pert
tits and over taut belly down to hipbones.... she shivered in
fear and i leaned forward as if to kiss her breast and bit....
bit down hard, felt breast tissue grate and tasted blood.


Why fuck around.


She`d screamed....and i`d taken a fist full of hair and marched
her through to the warm sitting room. You followed us in and shut
the door...you sat on the sofa and opened the paper. You want to
look as if you are not paying any attention but i know that every
iota of your attention is on what I am doing. If i go too
far...you will stop me.... you keep us all safe ultimately.


As i pass the sofa I snatch up a crop wth my free hand...push her
down to the floor on her front and put a foot in the middle of
her back and i hit her.


The first swipe makes her squeal. Good. I`m going to hit her
until she stops squealing.... by the tenth stroke she is
seriously fighting and it takes most of my strength to keep a
foot on her back and to keep hitting.


Then eventually she stops...stops making noise...stops
fighting....stops moving.


She lies there....in the firelight....the only movement is the
rise and fall of her breath.


I roll her over....


She is consious but away...she`s a rag doll....limbs floppy but a
beatific smile on her face.


Her cunt is wet....sopping wet.... nothing else says she wants
this other than the juice dripping from her cunt.


But her cunt isn`t wet enough for what i want.... I pull on a
latex glove and coat it with lubricant and then start to finger
her slowly.


When i get to three fingers she rouses slightly and i start to
play with her clit with the thumb of my other hand.... within
seconds she comes for the first time....i feel her cunt....a cunt
that has never had a cock inside it contract around my fingers
and i use the waves of her orgasm to slide another finger into
her.


She gasps for air and her eyes open for the first time in a long
time.


And to bring her fully awake i thrust fingers hard deep into her.


I feel her tense....is she going to fight?


But no.... she lies back down and i feel her relax again.


Thumb joins fingers as i take advantage of her acceptance.


And then the long slow journey.... making her cum...six? seven?
times.... until eventually she is a sweating heap on the floor
but my fist is in her cunt....and i make her cum again.....her
body convulses with the pleasure and she curls into a foetal
position my hand still inside her. She is totally open.......and
then you join us on the carpet.... naked and your cock hard you
lie behind her and spoon into her back....and your glorious cock
slides into her arse....again she shouts.....but that final shout
takes the very last of her resistance.


And we fuck her holes...and she likes it.... she writhes and
grunts and cums time and time again.


My turn now to sit and watch so i gently remove my hand and watch
you finish....cumming deep into her arse...and then she starts to
cry again....now feeling the welts from the crop that have been
rubbed against the carpet.... the burn of newly stretched
arse.... the ache of well used cunt.


And from there...she crawled to me.


And is licking my cunt like a good girl should.


I don`t want or need the sexual contact, pleasant as the lapping
of her tongue feels...I want to keep her in a haze of pain and
tears...a place she doesn`t understand....a place that opens her
up wide to be used again.


I lean forward in the chair and she kneels back on her heels, her
eyes wide..breathing shallow and i slap her hard. Her head snaps
back.


`you fucking cow`...she hold her hand to her cheek and stands up;
a spark back in her eyes.


So i stand up.....stroke the other side of her face


`sssssssssssssh sweetheart` and my other hand punches her in her
solar plexus...


she drops like a stone


`GIRL!`


I freeze....I know that if i`ve crossed the line you`ll put me
into a worse place than she is.


The girl is still gasping for breath but you pick her up and
carry her out of the room....she looks so tiny in your arms.


I can`t move.


I know i`m in trouble.... i could hide....suddenly the isolation
of the house turns against me...i want to escape before you come
back.


I`m terrified.


Really terrified.


I`ve never actually made you angry before and i suspect i just
did.


You walk back into the room and switch the main light on...i
blink in the harshness.


You come to a halt opposite me...you raise your right arm and i
flinch...but you smile and put it into your pocket...take out the
mints....put a mint in your mouth and raise an eyebrow.


`well girl?` and then you chew


and i squirm


`not fit to be let loose are you?`


`no Master`


and then you smile


`she`ll be fine.... but i don`t want you getting cocky`


I nod.


`so......` and you leave the word hanging


silence


`so?`


`i`m sorry Master`


`no rabbit...there`s no need for sorry...but i am going to hurt
you`


`yes Master`


`go and stand at the end of the bed`


********************************************

I`m spread-eageled against the wall...chained wrists and
ankles...tits crushed against cold plaster wall.


I hear the squeak of bedsprings....murmers.... i know you are
with her on the bed....i want to know what you are doing...i
can`t turn my head to see.


i pull at the chains but they are taut and its furtile.


You laugh...`jealous girl?`


`bastard`


And you hit me


`cunt`


and you hit me


`i fucking hate you`


and you stop....and come close


`what did you say?`


`i`m sorry Master...` and the tears start `i`m sorry`


and you start again...each time the strap hits my back it is
agony....


each time it hits i think i`m going to black out...


`i`m sorry`

`i`m sorry`

`i`m sorry`


and then peace....


the pain becomes a place, and i don`t need to be sorry anymore.


I don`t notice you unfastening me.... i curl on the floor by the
wall and you put blankets over me....you stroke my head and walk
to the bed.

We sleep.