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Well, a couple of people said they thought part one was pretty nice,
so here's part two... more will follow, of course...

Time of Possession
part two
by MarArch

They sat on opposite sides of the dining room table, a profound
silence surrounding them. It had only been minutes before that Ralph
had caught Debra standing naked in their bedroom, legs spread wide,
looking back over her shoulder into the full length mirror and
stroking her clit at the sight of her red and punished buttocks and
back. When she had noticed him standing in the doorway and turned,
startled, he saw that her pubic hair had been shaved off.

Now they sat in silence, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions,
she huddled in her bathrobe, eyes downcast.

"Why" he finally said, his voice low and even.

She sighed and began to speak, hesitantly at first, then with growing
steadiness.

She supposed, she told him, that it had begun when they had gotten the
computer serveral months earlier. She had gone on-line, surfed the
internet and been utterly enthralled by the wide range of things that
were there. Eventually she discovered the ability to "chat" and took
to spending a lot of her on-line time conversing with various people
or simply watching the conversations and relationships in various
rooms. One night she had stumbled across a game of Truth or Dare, and
got to playing with some man, teasing and flirting, trying to be
intelligent and at the same time sexy in her answers, just for fun.
One question he asked turned out to be for her to describe her most
erotic sexual fantasy. She had described a wild sexual encounter that
she had often thought about and sometimes even masterbated to, where
she was a helpless slave and was used, sexually, by some powerful man.
That's when he had contacted her for the first time. He was simply
watching the events in the room in silence, and when he saw that
answer he thought that perhaps they should talk about it.

At first she was reluctant, but he seemed intelligent, kind and
patient, so instead they merely conversed, finding out little things
about each other. She discovered that he lived rather close by, no
more than an hour away, was not married and other mundane facts about
him, as he learned some small things about her that she was willing to
share with a complete stranger, even one as thoughtful and patient as
he. This went on for several conversations, until eventually she one
evening asked him if he was still willing to discuss what she had said
during that little game.

He explained that he would be more than happy to. That he was quite
knowledgable about such things, was in fact a Dominant and had been
for some years. Somehow this fascinated her, appealing to something
deep within her that she didn't really understand. She began to ask
him questions which he answered openly and honestly. And the more they
talked, the more excited and fascinated she became. At one point, she
told Ralph, she had considered discussing these feelings with him, but
he was so sweet and gentle she knew he wouldn't know much about them.
She loved him dearly, but it simply wasn't in his nature to provide
the knowledge she was seeking. 

Even as he heard her state this Ralph realized it was true. He simply
didn't have it in him to engage in such activities, though for her
happiness he might have tried. But in the end he realized it would
have been a disastrous failure.

Then one night, she continued, almost out of the blue, her on-line
friend suddenly began telling her to do things... to remove her
panties and begin touching herself. She was a little startled at first
but then she found herself obeying him. The result was that he caused
her to orgasm... to cum, as she said he prefered she call it. She was
unnerved, confused, but also intrigued and very turned on by the
entire event. He was going out of town for business so she hadn't
spoken to him for some days after that incident, but when he returned
they had done it again, almost immediately upon connecting. And she
found that it felt natural, easy and very arousing.

That's when things began to change, she told Ralph. After that he told
her to call him "Sir", which she did, feeling a little rush and shiver
each time she did so. He began teasing her when they would chat, or
sometimes sending her e-mail with little instructions to do sexual
things, such as masterbate at her office or go without panties. Within
a week, she had sent him her phone number at the office and he had
called. He had a deep, smooth, velvet voice and had made her cum right
there, just from the sound of it and the thrilling images he had spun
in her mind, as she sat behind her desk, her legs spread wide,
fingering herself. Finally, just a few days ago, he had told her that
he wanted to meet her, face to face. She had experienced a brief
moment of panic, but also felt naturally drawn to agree to this,
particularly since he assured her it would only be for dinner and in a
very public place. For some reason she trusted him and knew in her
heart he wouldn't go too far. And so, Debra told Ralph, she had gone
to meet him. That had been last night.

"And..?" Ralph said, his voice choking slightly, unable to look her in
the eye.

Debra explained that they had met at a very nice restaurant. When she
had arrived he was already there, sitting casually in a back booth,
smiling at her. The booth was one of the corner kind composed of a
long curve and she slid in, settling a few feet from him. At first she
hadn't known what to say, her whole body a bundle of nerves, but he
was gentle, kind and soothing, coaxing her into conversation with
gentle questions and warm smiles. She began to relax and soon was
chatting away, only occasionally finding her voice faultering whenever
she'd look and see his eyes glistening deeply into her own. When he
gazed at her, it seemed like he was feeding something magical into her
mind. After dinner they sat and continued to talk for a while, and
then he had turned to conversation to her newly roused interest. He
explained a lot to her, patiently and carefully, about how it is
between Dominants and submissives, between Masters and slaves. The
joys, the rewards, the intensity of it and the overwhelming power of
the sensations and feelings. As he talked she could feel herself
responding, her sex moistening as the things he explained flooded her
mind.

Finally, suddenly, he had asked her if she was aroused by such
thoughts. With a deep blush she had said she was. He had smiled and
told her to slide over next to him so he could see. She had drawn in a
deep breath and complied, moving over in the booth until her thigh was
pressing against his. He had gently laid his hand on her knee,
stroking it lightly and she had shuddered, glancing nervously around
to see if anyone was noticing. He had told her to ignore everyone else
and to focus only on him, which she did. And amazingly the nervousness
died away. Then, with his eyes holding hers, he had told her to part
her legs. She had done it almost automatically, unthinking, because it
had felt so right. His hand had slipped up the inside of her thigh and
she felt his soft, smooth fingers brush against her wet sex. He had
instructed her not to wear any panties and even as she felt the deep,
sweet shudder of pleasure from his touch she had hoped he was pleased
that she had obeyed.

He did not stroke her for more than a moment before his hand slipped
away and he smiled at her. He then asked her to seriously consider if
she would like to experience in reality some of the things they had
talked about. She was trembling with excitement and nervousness and
managed only to nod sharply. At last he paid the check and took her
arm, guiding her back outside to where her car was parked. When they
reached it she had turned to face him, unsure of what to expect. He
had smoothly taken her hands and leaned down to kiss her, and she felt
her arms being folded behind her back by his firm but gentle grip just
as their lips touched. She had thought at that moment that her knees
would give out but she felt him gather both her wrists in one of his
strong hands, pressing them against her spine, and a moment later,
even while his lips parted against hers and she tasted his warm, wet
tongue slip into her mouth, his free hand came down upon her buttocks,
hard and firm. She had cried out, but the ripples of heat and the
slight sting that had flashed through her sent her mind reeling and
she found herself melting against his body, her thighs parting to
surround his, her sex pressing against him, his hard cock bulging
against her hip. He had spanked her firmly as they stood there, in the
gloom of the parking lot, his hand gripping her wrists behind her
back, her lips open and drinking from his, suckling his tongue in her
mouth and very quickly she began to orgasm... to cum.

She had pulled back her head to gasp, and he had told her to say what
was happening. She had breathed through the fog of pleasure "Sir, I'm
cumming" even as the heat flashed through her entire body. After the
rippling waves had begun to subside he had stood, holding her, her
arms still pinned behind her, her face resting on his chest. Then,
when she had recovered, he had gently eased her into her car and bent
down to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek, whispering in her ear what a
wonderful slave she would make and finished with a forceful "think
about what I said" before he had turned and moved away, leaving her
gasping in the car. Eventually she had driven home, her entire body
trembling the entire way.

Debra sat silently for a long moment, her eyes cast down, unsure of
whether to be ashamed or relieved at having confessed. 

"Go on" Ralph had croaked quietly.

The following morning... this morning... she had been to confused and
overwhelmed by the events of last night to think about going to work.
Instead she felt compelled to sign on and write him an email. Even
while she was composing it, he appeared and they began to talk. Very
quickly he had asked if she had thought about what he had said and she
suddenly felt herself longing for it to happen. He had told her that
he wanted her to come over to his home that very morning. For a split
second she was flooded with guilt, fear and confusion but she had
found herself agreeing immediately. She had quickly dressed and gone.

At his home, which was large, sprawling and very expensive, he had
ushered her into the livingroom and immediately turned to her,
drilling her with those blazing coal eyes of his. He instructed her to
strip. She had done so. He had then led her to the bedroom where he
had tied her face up on the large, strudy canopy bed in a spread eagle
position and proceded to tease and torment her for the next hour with
his delicate touch, driving her to complete distraction. Once she was
quivering with sexual need, he retied her face down and introduced her
to sexual spanking and given her the first taste of a flogger. All the
while he had spoken to her in a low, soothing voice and when he had
told her to cum, in the midst of the flogging, she had experienced a
shattering orgasm that had left her weeping and totally spent. Most
amazing, she had not at that moment been stroked in a sexual way. It
was almost as if the very sound of his voice and her willingness to
obey him had caused her body to respond.

He had then re-tied her face up once more and introduced her to a pair
of nipple clamps which looked like long tweezers. When they had
pinched tightly on her hard, throbbing nipples the rush of sensations,
not quite pain, not quite pleasure, had been unlike anything she had
ever experienced before.

While she lay there moaning and writhing, he had asked her if she
wanted to continue her exploration of this new world of sensations and
feelings. She had automatically agreed, her mind now awash in a sea of
overwhelming thoughts and feeling. He had said that she should, in
that case, be shaved, pubicly. Without even thinking or considering
what that would mean she had agreed. He had spent the next half hour
carefully and gently shaving her pussy, as he prefers that she refer
to it from now on, and as he finished, he used a fingertip to bring
her to another shattering cum.

Then he had allowed her to drift off to sleep, still tied to the bed
and when she had awakened, he had sent her home.

"Did he..." Ralph began, his voice choking "...did he make love to
you?"

No, Debra said, he didn't. In fact, he hadn't even taken his clothes
off. That wasn't what he wanted it seemed to her. What he wanted was
to somehow feed off her surrender, to him, to the urges in her own
body, to the heat and power he had over her.

Ralph asked if she had enjoyed these things that this strange man had
done to her. She replied, quietly, her head down, that she had, more
than she had ever thought in her sexual fantasies that she would. But
then she looked up at Ralph, a desparate plea and pain in her eyes and
asked if he could... would do them for her. For a long moment Ralph
stared at her, then his own gaze faultered and he looked away, and
they both realized at that moment that he could not. It simply wasn't
in him to do such things, not even to provide her with the pleasure
she now realized she so desparately longed for and needed, perhaps
unknowingly her whole life.

They sat in silence for a long moment before Ralph sighed.

"So. What now" he said.

"I - " Debra hesitated, biting her lower lip, then in a rush "I have
to see him again. I promised."

Ralph simply nodded, slowly, thoughtfully.

"When" he asked.

"Tonight" she replied. She looked up at her husband, her eyes wet with
confusion and pain. "I love you. You know that. But I need this. God,
you can't know how much I need this right now."

Ralph sighed and nodded again.

"I guess you do."

"Do you want a divorce" she asked levelly.

"No, of course not. I just wish...."

"What. What do you wish, my love."

Ralph looked at her. "I wish I was capable of providing it, that's
all."

Somehow they both knew at that moment that, depite the fact that they
loved each other, she was about to embark on a journey that he would
not be able to take with her. It made him sad, but at the same time
the thought of her undergoing strange, dark, mysterious things that
stabbed so deeply into her mind and heart and body caused his own lust
to stir and even as he sat there he could feel his cock beginning to
stir and ache.



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