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.