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The Meeting part II - 7/26/2005 7:29:12 PM

Greywolf66

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The Meeting part II:

He was placed in his cage late that night; it wasn’t a very large cage. Large enough for him to get into a comfortable fetal position, and if he shifted right he could stretch out his knees when he needed to. After getting such a small amount of sleep over the last 24 hours, he was glad just to have a place to lay down as his thoughts drifted back. He couldn’t remember when day had turned into night, nor could he remember the short respites between activities. Raven. He did remember Raven. How could he not? Kissing Raven’s boots right before crawling into his cage; so thankful for the chance to rest, to finally get some sleep. He didn’t want to stop thanking her, but was glad when Raven finally told him that it was well enough and to get in. There was something else he should remember, something Raven said, but his exhaustion pulled at his mind. Just before plunging into sleep, he hears Raven’s voice repeat itself in his head, “Your night is far from over slut.” A shiver runs over him and he’s not sure why since he doesn’t feel cold.

Sleep was fitful for him. Sounds of a girl screaming, moaning, and begging kept waking him. Some small part of him knew that as long as it was going on he was safe. It did go on for what seemed like hours, but what was time to him. It finally seemed to grow quiet once again and he was thankful as he finally drifted back to sleep. He shivered once again but he was too tired to realize what it meant. Raven smiled down upon him as she watched him drift back to sleep.
”Fantastic,” she thinks to herself.

Sudden pain in his tender nipple wakes him. His eyes snap open and he finds himself staring into the beautiful eyes of his tormentor. His gaze lingers just a moment too long and the sharp twist of his nipple reminds him. He quickly lowers his gaze as a gasp escapes his lips. The pain doesn’t lessen as Raven says to him mockingly, “I hope you got some rest, slut…you won’t be getting more any time soon.” Raven releases his nipple, opens the cage and points down at her feet. He crawls out of his cage and kisses the tops of Raven’s boots before kneeling before her. Raven pats his cheek lightly a couple of times and whispers, “Such a good slut…I hope that delicious slave of yours didn’t keep you up.” The sharp slap across his face took him by surprise after her apparent gentleness. He had no time to think about it though as Raven grabbed his chain and pulled him to his feet. Raven gave him no slack and made sure the chain dug into his throat as he was lead back to The Room and its infamous Bed. He was given no time to look around the room, and only just noticed The Bed setup as a spanking bench before Raven pulled him on it then down commanding, “Hands out over your head and don’t you dare move slut.” As Raven starts strapping him down he begins to think about what is about to happen: one of his greatest fears and biggest desires.

…While being very masochistic and having a reasonably high pain threshold, there is one area in which Greywolf hasn’t had a chance to build up a tolerance or taste for. It seems for some reason most of the limited play he’s had up until now has focused on one of three areas; humiliation and using his ass like the slut he is, bondage, and the edgier side of pain play. This caused him to miss out on the good old fashioned beatings and his flesh was as near virgin as it could get.…

As his balls are put into the weighted stretcher and strapped down tightly his mind quickly returns to the present. Raven’s nails dig into his forehead and peels his head up off the table. She presses a penis gag deep into his mouth and straps it in tight. She laughs, “Isn’t that just perfect for a slut like you.” He realizes that he is completely bound with no room for movement, now no way to call out, no way to escape. Raven drags her nails slowly down his back, digging them in hard, reading his thoughts she says, “Besides slut, I don’t want you stopping us before we get our fill.” The implication was not lost on him. His night was long from over.