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Subject: Possession, part 1 - Femdom, bond., cons. F/m

Possession, part One

	He was trembling as he stood on her doorstep, feeling a
whirlwind of sensations on his body and deep in his soul. He could
been the cockring surrounding his most vulnerable parts and the soft,
satinly brush of the tiny, sheer briefs that cupped the captured
member.. and the training collar around his throat.
	It was finally going to happen, he thought... after all this
time... all the teasing, all the aching.... he was going to finally be
totally possessed by her, body and soul... and he trembled deeply at
the thought.
	They had last seen each other at the club, and although the
touch of her nails, dragging across his skin, the feel of her
whip-handle pressing against his virgin opening had driven him
half-mad, the strictness of the venue had prevented them from any
consummation. There would be no such restrictions now... no safewords,
nothing to bridle her lust in any way. The thought terrified and
thrilled him all at once, as if some giant step in his life was about
to be made.
	He knocked on the door and drew in a deep breath, waiting,
thinking that he might explode at any second...
	The inner door swung open and for an instant he saw the joy in
her eyes, the pure satisfaction.... and then, just as suddenly, the
"look" desended and he knew she was slipping into that mind that
wanted nothing more than to burn him to his core and devour the
charred remains.
	She pushed on the screen door.
	"Come in" she said, her voice bearing that strange and
wondrous edge it got when her lust flaired up.
	He stepped into the livingroom, and the feeling welled up in
him to sweep her into his arms and enjoy her lips, her tongue, her
desire... But she moved to close the door behind him, and slipped the
locks in place. He felt a rush, as if she was locking him into her
possession finally and palpably.
	Then she turned to him, and looked him up and down, the fire
of heat behind her eyes.
	"Strip" she said huskily. "Now."
	
	His fingers trembled as he fumbled with the buttons of his
shirt, practically tearing it open, and letting it fall to a heap at
his feet. He reached for his belt and pulled it open, even as she
moved to the bedroom and scooped the piece of coiled rope from the
desk, returning just as he kicked away his pants and stood for a
moment, letting her see that he had followed her direction in his
undergarment, before he quickly slipped those off as well and kicked
them asside.
	
	"Kneel" she said, her voice low and urgent. He sank to his
knees and pushed them wide apart, as she had told him to, quickly
raising his arms and clasping his fingers behind his neck, presenting
himself to her. She stood looking down at him, and he watched in awe
as she began to undo the button of her jeans, slowly sliding the
zipper down...
	
	"Who owns you" she said.
	"You, Domina".
	"Who owns your cock"
	"You, Domina"
	"And I can do anything I want to you?" as she stepped from her
jeans and kicked them aside.
	"Yes, Domina, please."
	
	She slid a hand between her legs and the scent of her lust
flooded his nostrils, as her finger slipped into her sex.
	
	"I"m going to fuck you, slave" she said, her voice almost
dreamy.
	"Yes, Domina"
	"I'm going to rape your ass"
	"Yes, Domina" he chocked, his voice wavering at the thought.
	"But not yet. Stand up."
	
	He rose to his feet, practically springing up.
	
	"Turn around, and put your hands behind you."
	He obeyed turning his back on her and lowering his arms until
they crossed at the wrist just over his lower spine.
	Suddenly he felt the sting of her hand, hard, on his ass, and
he cried out at the spank.
	An instant later, the hand was gently rubbing the wounded
flesh.
	"I'm going to be very cruel with you".
	He was unable to answer, choking on the overwhelming feelings
that flooded him, merely nodding his consent.
	And then he felt her binding his wrists together... tightly...
trapping him into her slavery.
	
	When she was done he could feel her move away from him and the
sound of her settling into the couch.
	"Turn around" she said, her voice a harsh, lusty whisper.
	He slowly turned, and there she was, half-sitting,
half-reclining on the couch, one foot planted on the floor, the other
propped up, her legs spread wide, her bare sex naked and glistening
with her lust.
	
	"Pleasure me, slave" she said simply. "And you'd better be
good."
	
	His knees almost gave way beneath him, but he sank slowly down
and shuffled his way toward her. Slowly he leaned over until his face
was an inch from her open and hungry center. Slowly he extended his
tongue and let it slip between the folds of her moist sex, until it
brushed against her tight, aroused clit. Slowly he began to brush it,
back and forth, gently, across the throbbing bud of aroused flesh. But
she did not want to wait for such demure service. He felt her suddenly
grasp his head on both sides and press him forward, hard, against her
sex, drawing him against her with force, as she began to curl her hips
beneath him, He gasped at the assault but instantly closed his eyes
and responded with stabbings of his tongue deep into her sex furious
carresses of her clit. Yet still she pulled him, drew him, roughly,
against and into her.
	Oh my God, he realized, she's raping my mouth.... and he felt
that part of him surrender to the commanding need of her lust.
	It took only a few moments before he could feel her hips jerk
sharply and a hiss of lust escape her lips as she came, pulling him to
her, searing his lips with her bursting. Then she merely held him,
pressed against her for a long moment, before he sense her back curl
and felt the hard rake of her nails along his spine which faded to a
gentle carress as the fingertips reached his ear.
	"Oooh, yes, baby...." she whispered, a hint of amusement in
her tone, "I needed that. I don't want to rush anything else with you.
I want to rape every part of you, nice and slow."
	She was gently petting his hair, his face still pressed
against her sex, lost in her. But suddenly she grabbed his ponytail
and pulled his head roughly from her sex as she sat up.
	"Now, it's time to begin with you, my little slut."
	She pressed him back as she rose until he was kneeling on his
haunches and she was standing before him, reaching down to lightly
stroke his cheek and beard.
	"First, I'm going to punish you, slave. Punish you very hard.
Not because I'm angry with you, but so you'll know what will happen if
you ever do get me angry. Do you understand?"
	"Yes, Domina" he whispered, already fallen under her spell.
	"Good boy" she cooed, and grabbed his beard, pulling steadily
up on it, causing him to wince. "Now, stand up" she said.
	He rose, unsteadily to his feet and she led him into the
bedroom. He instantly noticed the objects on the bed.... the coils of
rope, the gags, the toys... the whips.... and he gasped, a tiny moan
escaping him.
	She moved to the side of the bed, still holding his beard and
sat, pulling him down.
	"Across my lap, slave" she said, almost matter of factly.
	He managed to gently drape himself across her lap, his tender,
virgin ass presented to her, like a pure field of cloth in the lap of
a delicate seamstress. She slowly and gently began to stroke his ass,
carressing it with love and tenderness, and he could feel himself
begin to relax... but then her hand left him for a long moment and
when it returned, it slid straight between his thighs, toward his
tender, virgin opening... and it was slick with some kind of
lubricant.
	He moaned deeply and she shhhed him as her fingers swirled
around the puckered bud of his opening... then slowly began to probe
into him.
	"Relax, slave... you can't stop it so just enjoy it..." she
said, soothingly.
	And it did feel so amazingly good, as those nerves were
touched and stroked, which had been unattended for so long.
	And then he felt the tip of the plug against his opening and
once more he gasped as she slowly, gently and steadily pressed it into
him. Though it was small, he felt as if it would tear him to pieces
and he whimpered as it's widest part stretched him and then it was
nestled deep inside him.
	"Oh yeah" she said, a trace of awe in her voice, and he could
feel her slowly rotate the plug a single time, as if assuring it would
stay within him and mark him as hers.
	"Stand up" she said quietly, and he slowly, with aching
difficulty, managed to sink off her lap to his knees on the floor and
the push himself up to his feet.
	She rose and moved around him, taking his elbow and turning
him until he was pressed against the footboard of her bed.
	"Now, don't move, slave" she said and moved back to the side
of the bed, scooping up several coils of the rope and the gag, before
returning to stand just behind him.
	"Who owns you" she said, her voice a harsh whisper.
	"You, Domina."
	"And I can do anything I want to you?"
	"Yes, Domina."
	There was a hesitation, then she almost whispered,
half-dreadful, half-hopeful.
	"Are you sure you don't want a safeword".
	"No, Domina" he said, forcefully. "Never."
	He could hear her sigh with relief and then felt her bending
down behind him, pressing out one of his legs and skillfully binding
it to one leg of the bed. When it was tightly secured, she pressed his
other leg out and that one too was quickly and securely bound to the
other leg.
	He was almost splayed now, his legs wide apart, as she quickly
untied his hands from behind his back. But even as they came free, she
moved around until she was kneeling on the bed before him, drawing his
hands forward and tightly lashing his wrists together before him. He
saw that the end of the rope trailed to a coil on the bed before him,
but his attention was soon captured by her eyes which were dark and
cloudy with a kind of magic.
	"I want you, slave" she said, her voice a sort of drugged
monotone, and she raised the gag to his lips. Without prodding he
opened his mouth and accepted it, as it pressed his jaw open and she
secured it snuggly around his head.
	"So you don't scream" she whispered, taking the other end of
the rope that bound his wrists and trailing it up to the headboard,
looping it over the ornate knob at its center and slowly pulling,
drawing him forward.
	At first he merely tensed his thighs and sank over, his arms
being drawn up and out, seeking that comfortable position for this
binding.... but then, with a shock, he realized that she was drawing
hard on the rope, pulling him, stretching him, beyond anything he had
ever endured before, as if on a rack of some kind.
	He moaned in alarm and looked up to see her standing beside
the bed, one foot planted firmly against its side as she pulled with
all her might on the rope, as a sailor might strain to lift a heavy
anchor from the depth. His body was truly stretched now, bent over the
footboard of her bed and tense as a bowstring, utterly helpless and
vulnerable, in a way he had never in his life been before.
	He moaned deeply at the sensation... not only the physical
conquest of his body to her bindings, but the stretching of his very
soul, as if in preparation to be harvested by her.
	When he thought his flesh could stand no more, he hazily saw
her loop the rope over the ornate knob above him and quickly tie it
off. He was truly pinned and helpless now, stretched, his muscles
already beginning to ache, sended waves of pleasure-pain into him. He
struggled to relax as much as he was able, so that he might endure
this torment for her pleasure, and was only vaguely aware of her voice
drifting through the room.
	"I told you slave... I have a very dark side"
	He hung there for a long moment, his mind drifting away into
the warm, loving haven of her will... her control of his body and his
thoughts.... and it was as if he could see a doorway in the distance
of his mind... and knew that through that doorway was his total
surrender to her, body and soul... and the doorway was slowly drifting
closer with every passing moment, every endured torment...
	The first rake of her nails on the back of his thighs caused
him to cry out behind the gag and tense every muscle that had enough
slack to contract the tiniest bit. The sensation rolled through him
sending a deep shudder, like an electric charge, into his very core.
	Then he felt the first, soft, gentle tickling of the flogger
as she dangled over his back and drew it down, over his ass, with a
feather-light touch. His mind exploded with tingles and throbbing and
he whimpered beneath this gentle contact...
	She played with him for a long moment, lightly tracing the
flogger over his exposed skin... causing it to tense and goosebumps to
ripple over his flesh... and then, gently at first, she began to
strike.
	The rhythm was slow and even and it was more the shock of the
strokes than any pain that caused his body to flinch with each touch
of the flogger. But slowly, even before his mind could grasp it, the
strokes came sharper, harder, heavier. And then there was one that
broke through and screamed at his mind this is pain.
	His voice had been a low, steady moan but on this stroke it
clogged and he cried out into the muffling gag. But the sound only
seemed to drive her on, and the next blow was even firmer.
	And she flogged him... and enjoyed the tension of his flesh
with each stroke, the whimpering sobs of his gagged voice, the
rippling shudders of his flesh... the very act of conquoring his
soul.... 
	And they both felt that moment, when the first piece of his
spirit tore lose from somewhere deep inside him.... and surrendered to
her...
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