My birth name is Aniyah Anderson. My new name is A. I did not come by this new name by choice. It was given to be by a man I only came to know as Sir. He is my master.
I was house sitting for a girlfriend. She lived on the coast, on a beautiful peninsula overlooking the ocean. I had just gotten out of the shower and had put my robe on when a man dressed in black from head to toe pointed a gun at me. He wore a balaclava mask. The only thing I knew about him is that he was a white man with hazel eyes.
“Huh!” I jumped. I put my hands up.
“Well,” he said in a deep throaty voice, “I thought this place would be empty. I didn’t know I would find such a prize!”
“Please don’t hurt me!”
“Oh I won’t hurt you, if you’re good. I just have to keep you out of the way while I work!” He waved the gun at me. “Take off the robe!”
“What?”
“I think you heard me! Now!” He fired one shot. It just missed me. “Move it!”
I removed my robe and stood naked in front of him. He stood there for a second, not breathing.
“Goddamn, you got a nice voluptuous figure! Lay on your stomach! Hands behind you!” He straddled me.
“What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna tie you up so you can’t get in my way!” He bound my wrists tightly together. Then he bound my ankles just as tightly.
“You ever been tied and gagged before, girlie?”
“Gagged? No! I won’t scream, I promise!”
“I know you won’t!” He grabbed my neck and forced a balled up rag into my mouth. Over that, he wound tape around my head.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I screamed.
“Good. I can’t understand you at all! Now, to keep you still!” He yanked my ankles to my wrists and bound them together. I couldn’t move!
“Now, you be a good little girl and let me see what treasures you have here.” He cupped my chin and I glared at him. He left the room. I heard him yanking open drawers, glass breaking, and doors slamming. I have to escape, but how?
“Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!” I rolled to the edge of the bed. It was kind of high. If I fell the wrong way, who was to say I wouldn’t break something, like an arm or wrist? What if I hit my head? Okay. This might not be such a good idea. I spotted the phone on the nightstand.Even if I couldn’t speak, I knew if I dialed 911, the police would come. I rolled towards the dresser. Now, how to reach it? I had to somehow free my wrists from my ankles. I yanked and tugged, trying to find the knot.
“Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!” I grunted. I fiddled around, until my fingers touched the loose end of rope! I gave it a tug, and it came loose! I unfolded myself and sat up. I scooted toward the phone.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
Shit! He saw me! I struggled to get to my feet.
“Where are you going, huh?”
“Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!” I tried to hop to the door, but he caught me easily.
“So, you’re trying to escape, eh?” He threw me over his shoulder.
“Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!”
“You’ve got moxy, baby. I like that. You’re coming with me.”
“Hmmmmmmmm?”
“Oh yes, you’ve got this beautiful caramel skin and these gorgeous tits, thighs, and ass! I’ve got plans for you, you sweet hot thing!” He slapped my butt. He carried me to the bed and threw me down.
“Take a nap!”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I screamed in futility as he pressed a drug soaked cloth to my face. I cannot inhale! I can’t…I…I….I sank into unconsciousness.
When I woke up again, I could not see. Something dark covered my eyes. I shifted. Something wooden hit me in the back. I shifted again and the rattling of chains greeted me. I stood on what felt like a smooth wood platform. My legs were chained about shoulder width apart. My wrists were cuffed on either side of my head. I still had a tight fitting tape gag over my mouth.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” I cried.
“Ah, you are awake at last, my little slave.”
It was him, the creep that robbed Christi’s house! Did he call me his slave?
“Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!”
“I cannot understand you with your mouth taped. I will remove the gag so we can talk. If you scream, I will punish you! You do not want to see me angry, my dear! Do I make myself clear?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I nodded.
“Hold still.” He cut the gag off. I spit out the rag.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned. “Where am I?”
“You are in my house, on the other side of the island, my dear. I have a private villa that I own, as well as acres of private beach. Yes, I am a wealthy man.”
“Then why…why did you break into my friend’s house?”
“Ah, it is my side business, fencing stolen goods.”
“And,” I swallowed, “what is your main business?”
“You are not privy to that information yet, my dear. What is your name?”
“A…Aniyah,” I said trembling.
“Ah, such a lovely name for a lovely woman.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Sam, but you will address me as Sir.”
“What do you want from me? Why am I here?”
“You are what I want, Aniyah. I want all of you. I want you to be mine. I will own you.”
“No! No, this isn’t right! You kidnapped me!”
“On the contrary my dear, I did not leave one trace of evidence. There were only signs of a break in, not a struggle. There were no fingerprints, no foreign fibers or hairs, I made sure of that. So to the police, it will look as if you just disappeared. You are over eighteen, correct?”
“Y…yes.”
“Then you have the right to be missing. The police might look for you, then again, they might not. The cops are not exactly rushing to find missing black women. Nobody knows you are here.”
“You can’t keep me here! I have a life! I have a job, friends…they will miss me!”
“Your job is that of an erotic author. I did my research while you were unconscious. I bought a couple of books. Your imagination is quite colorful. You seem to have a fondness for bondage and discipline.”
“No! It’s not true!”
“Listen to me!” He grabbed my chin. “Inside of you is another woman, a woman who desires to be taken and possessed. I am here to make those dreams come true. Now, let me lay down the rules. First and foremost, you will address me as Sir, unless I give you permission to use my first name. Second, I will reward you for pleasing me. If you displease me or disobey me, I will punish you.”
“P…punish me? H…how?”
“You are in my special playroom. I can make it very comfortable or I can turn down the AC and leave you in here alone and tied up until you pass out from heat illness, or I can turn it up and make it so cold in here that you will need a warming blanket to stay alive. I have other means of punishment, such as whips, canes, nipple clamps, and butt plugs. I can leave you tied to a chair all day with no opportunity to use the bathroom, I can make you hold ice in your hands while you stand in one position, the possibilities are endless! So, it would be in your best interest to keep me happy! Do you understand?”
“Y..yes!”
“Yes, what?” I felt him tweak my nipple.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good girl.”
“Sir, how long do I have to stay tied up?”
“Are you uncomfortable, Aniyah?”
“A little, Sir.”
“Hmmmm…I suppose I could let you down and bring you upstairs for a bit. There is one thing you must remember, Aniyah.”
“What, what’s that, Sir?”
“If you try to escape,” he grabbed my throat, “I will punish you, and I will kill you! I will leave you scattered in pieces around the island! Do you understand?”
I nodded. Sir released me. He undid my wrist shackles and then my ankles.
“Hands behind you!”
“Sir, you said you would untie me!”
“I said I would let you down from the X platform. I said nothing about you being free. That is a privilege you must earn!” Sir bound my wrists behind me.
“How?”
“By earning my trust by being a good slave girl. Open your mouth!”
“Why?”
“If you continue to question me, I will issue your first punishment! This is your only warning!”
Sighing, I opened my mouth. He pushed a rag inside and taped my mouth closed.
“I need to make sure that gag stays in place.” Sir pulled a cloth over my mouth and nose. He pulled it tight and made a double knot in the back of my head.
“Now, to bind the rest of you.” He wrapped rope above and below my breasts. Then he bound my ankles and thighs together. The only way for me to get around would be to hop or be carried.
“Hmmm, almost there.” Sir wound a rope around my waist and over my wrists, tying them to the small of my back.
“Beautiful. Now, shall I bring you upstairs to the first level for a bit?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm,”
I nodded.
“Good girl. Come, I won’t make you hop all that way.”
He slung me over his shoulder. He took the liberty of slapping my butt a few times before he set me down on something soft. Sir sat beside me.
“Now my dear, are you a little more comfortable?” How comfortable can I be, asshole? I’m tied and gagged! I kept that to myself. Deciding to be the good slave, I nodded in reply.
“Good girl. You look rather fetching all trussed up with rope. This white rope is such a nice contrast to your skin. I like vanilla and caramel flavors, my dear.” Sir put his arm around me and pulled me to him. To my amazement, he actually smelled good, like soap and pine cones. His chest felt muscular and solid under my cheek.
“Are you a bondage virgin my dear?”
“Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm,” I nodded.
“I see. So, you tie your heroines up, but you the artist have never known the pleasure of being bound and gagged?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm,” I shook my head.
“But for you to write such beautiful works, you must have done research at some point.” Sir tipped my chin up. “I know you can’t tell me about it right now, but you will someday.”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!”
“Are you trying to speak, my dear?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!” I nodded.
“You will be allowed to speak when I see fit. For now, enjoy having that mouth tightly taped.” He ran his hand over my lips. “I think on some level, you are enjoying this.”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!” I shook my head.
“Heh. Heh, deny it all you want. In the meantime, do you mind if I play with these gorgeous twins of yours?”
He put his other arm around me and grabbed my nipples.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!”
“You can’t stop me, so just enjoy it. I do not want to hurt you, Aniyah. Our time together can be beautiful if you are cooperative.” Sir arranged me so that he pulled my back to him. My head lay against his shoulder.
“Mmmm, are these all yours?” he asked as he fondled my chest.
“Mmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm.”
“Good. You’re not skinny. I love that.” He caressed my abdomen. “I’ll bet you have some good pussy under that belly of yours.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Do not worry my sweet, I will not take you by force. When we make love, you will be begging for me to fuck you.” No way, you sick freak!
“Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!”
“Don’t be like that, lovely. Surely you know about these things. I have already read your first book, Sheik’s Daughter. You have captured the essence of the belly dance fantasy beautifully.” Sir continued to rub my breasts. “Do you belly dance, my dear? Don’t lie, because I will find out and punish you.”
I nodded.
“Splendid! I will enjoy having you dance for me, tied up, of course. For now,” he laid me back, “are you wet?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I cringed when I felt his hand between my legs. Sir worked his fingers past my thick thighs and to my clit.
“Mmmmmm, you are moist. Are you turned on? Again, do not lie.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm,” I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush.
“I think I am going to have a snack.”
A snack? Sir untied my legs. He spread my thighs apart.
“Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!” Sir locked his hands over my belly, holding me still. I squealed again when I felt his tongue on my wet folds. How can this feel so good? Jesus, he’s kidnapped you. He is holding you captive! Are you crazy? Yes, I am crazy! His tongue feels amazing!
“Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!”
“Yes, my little pet, respond to your master. Fuck my face!” Sir buried his face in my pussy. He was relentless with his tongue. He chewed, he licked, he bit, and then suddenly, he stopped.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm?”
“Should I let you come, slave girl?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” I nodded.
“Not good enough. Coming with me is a privilege. You have to show me why I should let you come.”
Show you how fool? I’m fucking tied up!
“Perhaps a little sexy dance might convince me.”
I sat up and waved my hands at him.
“Oh no, I am not untying you. Show me how creative you can be.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Well, if you want to be frustrated, be my guest.”
I stood up.
“Face me,” he said. I turned in the direction of his voice. I began to twist and circle my hips. I shifted my weight back and forth on my legs, rolling my hips in an up and down motion.
“Hmmmm, that’s nice. What else have you got?”
I began to undulate, rolling my chest forward, then my belly and hips, and let the snake like motion flow to the floor.
“Very nice, my pet.”
I kept dancing. I undulated until I was simply rolling my belly.
“Nice. You are moving nicely. You are pleasing your master. Come here.”
I went to him.
“Lie down and spread your legs.”
I did.
“Tell me you are my slave.”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!”
“That the best you can do, my pet?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I nodded.
“You may come now.”
Sir dove back into my pussy with his mouth.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Uhhhhhhh! You came all over my face! That’s a good slave girl! You earn a reward. I’m going to sit you on my white cock!”
Sir lifted me up. I heard him unzip his pants. I felt his mushroom tip tease my pussy. He pulled me down onto his cock.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Feel good, slave girl?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I nodded.
Sir began to bounce me on his lap.
“Uhhhhhh, you got some good pussy! Yes!” He slapped my butt.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Dance on this dick! Shift those hips!”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm!” His cock felt like a spoon stirring up pleasure in my pussy!
“That’s it! Dance! Squirm! Squirm bitch!” He grabbed my breasts.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!”
“You may come again!”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” The second orgasm was even more powerful than the first. My body trembled and shook like mad.
“Aw shit, fuck, I’m gonna come in you, slave girl! Ohhhhhhhhh!” Sir grabbed me to him as he shot me full of his seed. Panting, he said,
“Stand up.”
I obeyed.
“I am going to untie you. You will go into the bathroom and shower and clean yourself up. When you are done, knock three times and kneel with your hands behind you. Do you understand?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmm,” I nodded. Sir undid the ropes, but he left the blindfold and gag in place.
“Once you are in the bathroom, remove the blindfold and gag. Only discard the tape. Everything else will be reused on you. So far you are doing well.” Sir walked me forward. He pushed me into a room and the door was locked from the outside. I removed my blindfold, which was a black mask. The bathroom was of moderate size, white, spotless, with a high glass block window. The tub was large and the shower had more than one head. I undid my gag and I did as he told me, only crumpled the tape and threw it out.
I used the bathroom and scrubbed myself well. I saw that semen dropped from between my legs. I wasn’t on any birth control! I hadn’t had sex in over a year! What if…gulp…he got me pregnant? I would ask about that later. For now, I focused on getting clean. I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth because he could very well gag me again. I found some perfumed lotion, deodorant and my favorite perfume under the sink. Then it dawned on me, this was no random thing…he planned this! He probably read my books and figured I would be his perfect slave girl. Shit! He planned to take me! Play along Aniyah! Otherwise you might be in his dungeon with clothespins on your pussy and hot candle wax on your breasts!
I finished. I knocked three times. I knelt with my hands behind me and my head down!
“Good girl! You are eager to please me! Magnificent!”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I kept my gaze down.
“Stand and turn your back to me.”
I obeyed. Sir bound my hands behind me.
“You smell good.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You may also call me Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Sir covered my eyes with the blindfold and buckled it into place.
“I have something for you, Aniyah.” Sir placed something leathery around my neck. “You are mine now. You have been collared.”
I nod silently.
“Good girl. Open wide for me.” I did. He pushed the cloth into my mouth, taped it and tied the cloth over it. Then I head a click.
“Come, Aniyah. I will take you to a special place. Walk forward.”
I was too afraid not to comply. I walked along like an animal. We stopped. I heard a door slide open. The warm evening beach air hit me in the face. I heard the ocean waves.
“Do you hear the water, my precious?”
“Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm,” I nodded.
“I will remove the blindfold. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”
I nodded again. Sir removed the blindfold.
“Open your eyes.”
The ocean stretched in front of me in a sea of greens and blues. The sun was lowering in the sky.
“You may look at me, Aniyah.” I turned slowly. My master was a white man, about six feet tall, with dark hair that was curly on top and cut close on the sides. He had beautiful hazel eyes, a carved nose and a sharp chin. He wore a black silk shirt that was open, showing his beautiful torso and dark jeans.
“Are you pleased with how your master looks?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm,” I nodded.
“Good girl.” Sir tipped my chin up to him. He kissed my gagged mouth and felt my breast.
“You know don’t you? You know that I planned to bring you here.”
I nodded.
“I am probably your biggest fan, Aniyah. I have read everything you wrote at least five times. You have a gift of imagination and words. I have never read anything that arouses me like your work does. You should be very proud. I am a very particular man when it comes to the female company I keep. You…none of them can hold a candle to you.” He lowered his head to my neck and kissed my throat.
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm,” I moaned.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!”
“Do you want to leave me now? If you say yes, I will take you home, I promise, but you will never see me again. If you accept this collar, this will be the beginning of something beautiful, unimaginable pleasure. Please accept this. I want to hear your answer. He pulled the gag out of my mouth. I reached over and kissed my master.
“I accept your collar. Do you want me to keep writing?”
“You better not ever stop. Tomorrow, you will see your new office.”
“I am yours, Master.”
He smiled.
“Will you do a sexy belly dance for me tonight?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I have costumes in your size.”
I smiled. He pushed the rag back into my mouth and pulled the cloth over my lips.
“Let us watch the sunset together, my sweet slave.”
Sir pulled me to him. We just stood there, watching the sunset. He pushed his groin onto my hip.
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm.” I looked up at him.
“Your eyes are so beautiful above this white cloth my dear. Do you feel my hard cock?”
“Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm,” I nodded.
“Touch it.”
I gently grabbed it in my hands. I began to stroke him through his pants.
“Uhhhhh, good girl! I am going to fuck you underneath the setting sun! On your knees!” I knelt. Sir laid down. He freed his hard cock from his pants.
“Come ride me, girl!”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm.” He grabbed my hips and guided his cock into my pussy.
“Oh damn, oh that’s a good girl….now fuck me!”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!” I worked my hips and belly.
“Yes! Oh this is great! Mmmmm…roll that sexy belly for your master!”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!” My belly went up and down, in and out. I rotated my hips back and forth and in circles. Sir grabbed my hips and thrust into me.
“That’s good! You move so well! Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you! Uhhhhhhh! You’re gonna be my private dancer as well as for my friends! You’re going to dance with a tight gag in your mouth and a tight rope around this sexy belly of yours! Uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh! You’re going to be just like your girls, all sexy and tied up!” Sir thrust harder. He slapped my ass.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm!”
The spoon of pleasure stirred inside me. His cock filled my pussy well.
“Fuck! Oh shit…shit…don’t you come yet! You wait for me!”
I nodded. I stopped moving and let him fuck me.
“Oh shit! Aw goddamn! Aniyah! My little slave, I’m gonna fucking come inside of you!” Sir grabbed my hips. His body shuddered.
“Now,” he rubbed my clit, “roll that sexy belly some more. Make yourself feel good!”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!”
I could not believe I was coming a third time! This was incredible! Truly! Sir said,
“You may get up now.”
I stood. He pulled the gag down and untied my hands. Sir kissed my mouth.
“You have pleased me well. Come, let me show you to your room.”
He led me up the stairs to the second floor. My room was a moderate suite with a bedroom, sitting area by the window, and a bathroom.
“Will you sleep here too, Master?”
“Only if you earn the privilege.”
“How will I do that, Master?”
“Continue to please me, my pet. Now, I am sure you are hungry.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Kneel here.”
I sank to my knees.
“Head down. Hold that position until I come back for you.”
“Yes, Master.”
The door closed and locked. I considered getting up and moving around, but what if he had hidden cameras? What if I got up, and he came back and told me I was a bad girl and left me in that damn dungeon all night long? No, I figured for my own sake, just stay put. I listened to the ocean outside my window. It was most soothing. I thought about my next novel. Maybe it would be about a sex slave.
The door opened. I did not raise my eyes or my head.
“You have not moved! Very good, Aniyah! Your Master is pleased with you! You may go fix your face and hair for dinner.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I rose slowly. He cupped my chin and looked at me. I deliberately did not meet his gaze.
“Good girl. You may look at me now.”
I turned my eyes to him.
He kissed me across the mouth. Then he tweaked my breast.
“Go freshen up. Kneel in the doorway when you are ready.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Not knowing if I would have much time, I used the toilet, brushed my teeth and quickly lined my eyes, applied blusher to my cheeks and gloss to my lips. I brushed my hair until it shone and let it cascade past my shoulders. I opened the door and knelt.
“Very good, my little pet. Stand and put your hands behind your back. I obeyed. Master bound my hands behind me.
“Open your mouth.”
I did. He pushed a rubber ball attached to some straps into my mouth and fastened them behind my head. Then he spun me around and attached a rope to my collar.
“Come.”
I obeyed, following him to the dining room. I smelled meat, beef maybe. Master had a place set at the head of the table. He sat down.
“Kneel, girl.”
I knelt beside him. He tweaked my breast.
“You will eat at this table when you have earned it. In the meantime, I will feed you from my plate. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He pulled the ball gag down. Master forked a piece of beef into my mouth. It was a tender filet, cooked perfectly. He ate a few bites and then fed me some more. The whole time, I did not look at him or ask questions. When he was done, he pushed away from the table. He pulled the gag back into my mouth.
“Stand, Aniyah. Face me.”
I did. Master looked me up and down.
“Are these my breasts?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm,”
I nodded.
He pulled me to him.
“Tell me.”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm.”
“You can’t speak, can you?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm,” I shook my head. He twirled my nipples in his hands.
“How does it feel to have your voice taken? Tell me. I won’t punish you.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!”
He slapped my ass.
“You got a nice ass. I like the way it fills my lap.” He grabbed my hips. “You got those baby making hips, you know that?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm?”
“I can see you now, your sexy belly swollen with my child. I would rub you down every day with oil. Oh yes, you would be a sexy mother! I could make sure your milk supply stays up because I too would drink from these gorgeous breasts.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!”
“Are you turned on?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm,”
I nodded.
“Open your legs.”
I complied. He stuck two fingers inside and removed them. He tasted them.
“Very nice. You taste good. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!” I nodded again.
He smiled.
“I can have that pussy when I want, but you will not always get this dick when you want!”
“Hmmmmmmmm?”
“You heard me.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!”
“Oh, is my sweet girl begging for this dick?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!” I nodded. I was so hot and turned on! He was going to deny me this way?
“I tell you what, I’ll let you get off, but it won’t me from me fucking you.” Master pulled a rope from his pocket. He wound it around my waist tightly a few times, then he threaded it between my legs, looped it through my waist, then back to the front and knotted it off.
“I know you are familiar with crotch ropes, my dear.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” I nodded. Master bound my ankles and then tied a cloth over my mouth and nose.
“Now, I’m going to sit back and watch the show. Oh, I almost forgot your arms.” He pulled out more rope and secured my arms to my sides and fashioned a bikini harness for my breasts.
“Go ahead, girl. Make yourself come.”
I looked pleadingly at him. He smiled and folded his arms. You asshole! You’re getting off on my frustration! I couldn’t deny how hot and horny I was! I fell to my knees, struggling.
“Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!” I rolled around on the floor. I kept squeezing my pelvis tightly. The rope rubbed and teased my clit. “Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” I need to come! God, my pussy is just aching so badly! Please let me come! I bucked my pelvis harder. The rope squeezed my tender folds. “Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!” Finally, relief came. My body shook and quivered. My eyes squeezed shut. I screamed into my gag. “Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!”
When I had calmed down, Master beckoned me with his finger. I squirmed to him.
“Kneel,” he ordered. I did. He took his dick out.
“Suck me off. Now!” He undid my gag. I took him into my mouth. I began to suck and lick.
“Uhhhhhhh! That’s a good girl! Suck this dick like your life depends on it!” He wound his hands in my hair and pushed his groin into my face. “Yeah….uhhhhhhh….oh fuck….fuck…..I’m gonna come in your mouth! Uhhhhhhhhhh!” He shot his hot load into my mouth. Quickly, he pulled the ball gag back up.
“Swallow it!” He grabbed my hair and looked at me. He pulled the cloth back up as well.
“Good girl.” He took the rope that held my collar. “Up!”
I got to my feet.
“Come.”
My ankles were still tied.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!” I hopped behind him.
“Did I forget something, Aniyah?”
“Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!”
I gestured to my ankles.
“I like watching you hop. Your breasts bounce nicely.” Damn him! Ugh! I hopped as he led me back to the stairs.
“Alright, I will carry you up. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He slung me over his shoulder and carried me up the stairs. As soon as we hit the second floor, I had to hop to my room. At the door, he finally released me from my binds. He left the gag in place.
“Go brush your teeth and get into bed. I will see you in the morning. You did very well. Master is pleased.” He kissed my gagged mouth. “Goodnight.”
As soon as he was gone, I undid the gag. I brushed my teeth and got into the huge bed. Outside, the ocean teased the shore.
Could this really be the beginning of the rest of my life?
I don’t think I had a choice.
To be continued…