submissivesilk
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The key slid into the lock and turned easily as I let myself in. After the long week, Friday evening never felt better. The house is dark and cool, quiet with my baby gone. I think to myself how nice a weekend alone is going to be, and send a silent thank you to mom.
Laying my keys on and purse on a table, I walk down the hall to my bedroom, turning on the stereo as I enter. I smile as the sound of the classical music fills the air.
I raise my arms above my head and stretch, moaning softly with pleasure, then lower them to unbutton my blouse.
A scream stops in my throat as strange arms encircle me, a hand over my mouth. I shudder as the cold blade of a knife touches my throat.
“Don’t scream,” a low cold voice says, “don’t fight and you might not get hurt.” My eyes rolling in fear, I shake my head as he trails the knife’s cold sharp blade over my neck.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he takes a step toward my bed, pushing me forward. I hesitate, resisting, and feel him pressing fully against me, large and solid. I sob as the tip of the knife digs slightly into my skin. “Please,” I whimper and take a small step forward.
We reach the edge of the bed and he leans down, close to my ear. I feel His breath teasing, His lips brushing my skin as he whispers “I’m going to put the knife down. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
I see His hands, so big, moving, placing the large knife on bedside table. This is the first time I have seen it and another sob escapes. “Ssssshhhhhh,” again His lips on my ear.
He takes both of my hands in one of His, and places the other on the small of my back, pushing and guiding me onto the bed. In the dim light of the afternoon sun peaking around the edges of the shades, I see a glint of silver on black. Restraints somehow attached to my bed, in the center, together. The leather slides around my wrists, the buckles slide home easily. I am lying face down on my bed totally at His mercy.
The bed shifts as he moves. His hand is in my hair, pulling my head far back. My mouth opens in a gasp and the gag is in place. He lets go of my hair and ties it tight, my head drops back to the bed. My breathing is harsh in my ears.
Another shift of the bed.
I stiffen and moan as I once again feel the cold steel against my skin. Shuddering, I feel it start to cut thru the thin material of my blouse, exposing the black lacy bra under it and the white skin. Straight down the back, then thru both sleeves. It doesn’t take him long to have it in tatters. I feel small stinging places on my back, where the knife got to close. I am sobbing uncontrollably now.
My skirt zips in the back, and I feel it loosen. He stands and moves away, I do not try to follow with my eyes, they are shut tight. I feel His hands slide up my legs, to the hem of my skirt, and then pull, lowering it over my bottom and legs, down over my feet and then it too is gone. I lay there, crying silently, my stocking clad legs exposed, the black silk of my panties not much protection even with the added garter. I feel the slide of the knife again, first on one hip than the other, and with a quick jerk, the panties are gone. He walks to the side of the bed and removes my bra in the same fashion, the silk rasping across my breast as he pulls hard. I wince thru the gag at the slight pain.
Again I feel His hand in my hair as he pulls me head back. My eyes are still closed tight. “Look at Me,” and they open. I see Him for the first time. Long dark hair loose around His face, intense eyes staring thru me. He smiles and I see the glint of teeth. He raises His hand and I see the crop. For the first time, I scream, muffled by the gag. My feet, still free, kick against the red bedspread. He laughs.
I feel the crop sliding over my skin, across my back and over my ass. I hear the slap before I feel the sting and I stiffen as the pain registers. Again and again it falls, my lower body twists to get away. He tires of this quickly, and sets the cop aside. My ass throbbing from the half dozen blows, I lay still, trying to be small and silent, so that maybe He will forget about me.
He moves away and I hear a whisper of cloth, a sigh as it slides against skin. He gets on the bed and I feel Him against me, skin to skin, He is so warm.
His fingers thread thru my hair lifting it up and turning my head slightly into the bed. The nape of my neck is bare and exposed, so vulnerable and white. He leans over me and His hair falls over my face, I breathe in, smelling him. I stiffen at the feel of His lips on my neck, tickling the fine hair back there. His lips part and the teeth scrape. His tongue, hot, wets me. I stiffen back, tight and straight as His teeth close over my tender skin, moaning in pain/pleasure.
He slides over me, and I feel Him full length, naked against my back. His teeth still in my neck. He opens and licks, soothing me with His tongue. Moving lower, to bite again. My body writhes against His, but I am imprisoned between His thighs, His arms. Over and over His teeth mark my skin. My back, ass, and legs are his feast. I am week from resisting, from holding myself tense. The feel of His mouth on my body, sucking, licking, biting. My thoughts are jumbled; I don’t know what I feel.
He slides to my side and His and reaches for the knife. “Just a bit,” He says before I feel the cool blade slide against the skin of my shoulder. I suck in air at the small sting as it slices skin, and shudder at the feel of His mouth, licking the salty taste of me. His teeth again find my skin, as He sucks gently, then harder, tasting the small amount he has released.
He rises up on His knees and, taking hold of my hips, turns me, laying me on my back. I feel small stings from the marks He has left, gentle throbbing. He looks over my body, naked except for a wisp of garter and black hose. Bending forward, He starts again, working his way from my neck down, biting, hard, soft, sucking, nibbling, neck, chest, breasts, nipples, stomach, ohh I can’t take anymore. Sobbing, shaking from something I can’t name.
When He reaches my tummy He stops and pushes my legs open, sliding between them. I can’t breath, terrified looking down at Him. Him, looking up at me, His tongue running over teeth. His hands are under my knees, holding me open. He lowers His head.
At the first touch of His tongue on my body, my back arches off of the bed. The throbbing of my body gathers all into one place. My clit swells and the wetness I hadn’t notice before becomes apparent. His tongue delves, and His hands slide up my inner thighs, to my lips, holding them open. The slide of teeth, a nibble, I moan. His fingers slide over and enter me, I roar. Blood pounding in my ears, I can’t even hear myself anymore. Pushing my hips UP, wanting more. My knees bend and open more, feet on His skin, rubbing. He pushes his fingers in deeper and I shatter, cumming hard, pushing against his tongue, grinding, I explode. He lifts His face toward mine and smiles, bends forward, teeth bared, and bites. The world goes red then the green of His eyes. I drift.
When I am aware again, I am back on my stomach, a pillow under my hips, lifting my ass up, an offering. He is over me, His mouth at my ear telling me what a good girl I am. He pulls back and I feel something cold and slick drip down the curve of my ass. He leans forward again. “No readying for you, My sweet,” He plunges deep into the part of me that is so new and unused. I stiffen and scream against the gag as the burning pain spreads. Over and over, He rises, relentless in his taking, stiff and solid inside of me. I feel the change in Him, the subtle stiffening of muscles. The thrust are harder, faster now. The knife again, a small slice, His mouth on my flesh, sucking. I feel Him shudder against me. Hear His own moan of pleasure. The shudder, the shaking, the growl that gets more intense until it becomes a roar. He lays on top of me, His mouth close to my ear. i hear His breathing, horse and harsh.
He loosens the gag and removes it. My mouth is sore for its tightness. His head lying close to mine, I look into His eyes and smile. Kissing Him on the check I whisper “Thank you Sir.” A fantasy fulfilled.
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