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RobertCloud -> An Excerpt from Toy's Story (7/13/2006 12:41:54 AM)
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Shivering like a rabbit awaiting the wolf she heard him approaching. His massive footsteps resounded into the dark chamber where she was his prisoner. She was bound. Bands of steel that held her wrists together were fastened to something on the under side of the bed and she was stretched across it face down with her legs draped over one side. Her ankles felt the cold steel of more bindings that spread her legs painfully wide. He was coming to use her again as he had every hour since he had captured her from the woods. She had been foolish to go hiking alone in a wooded area she knew nothing about, but it had been a beautiful day, until the canvas bag had suddenly closed off the world. His steps were closer now, and she could feel her body responding. He was a brute, a massive man that fucked her like she had never been fucked and for the sheer animalistic need that burned in him. The door swung open and she turned her eyes looking over her shoulder at the man, her Master, as he shed his clothes like a snake discards its skin. He stood behind her as naked as she was and she could feel her pussy begin to moisten with need for his cock. He made no gesture of tenderness, made no comment of warning and suddenly she felt his cock’s head at the opening to her channel, then she was impaled as he drove into her hard, with one thrust embedding himself in her moist cunt. The seductive power of the images in her mind compelled Doreen’s fingers to begin to slide along her sternum to the undersides of her breasts. She dragged her nails along the soft mound to the rock hard nipples that were begging for attention. A moan began deep in her belly and coursed upward to rattle and shake her chest as she pinched and twisted both nipples at the same time. One of her hands continued to tease its hardened recipient as her other hand began to slide slowly along her belly inching closer to the flame that was burning between her thighs. Within her mind the images had a life of their own. Pounding his shaft into her, he ground his hips against hers. She wanted to respond but was held by ropes that prevented her from moving at all. Except for her head, hands and feet she was completely immobilized, his to use as he wished and she wished he would use her more. This Master that had tamed the woman in her had also ignited the beast and she hungered for his seed to fill her womb. She ground and bucked her hips as well as she could, hoping to coax him into fucking her even harder and he hungrily obliged. Faster he pistoned into her. He was now a machine and she his receptacle. She was his captive but God she wanted him to take her even deeper into the realms he had begun to unleash within her. Her back arched and her hips ground against his thrust. Doreen could no longer hold back, she plunged her fingers into her pussy and began matching the rhythm of her vision, the heel of her palm pressed hard against her clit as she began to buck to her fingers fucking her. Her body began to quiver and she ground her hips against her thumb and fingers, biting her lip as she screamed out, “Fuck me, Master Wolf, fuck your horny slut!” The orgasm smacked into her body like an ocean wave engulfing her every nerve. Her nectar flowed freely coating her hand in the juices of her lust. Again she moaned a guttural sound that resembled a purr more than a moan. He clenched his cock inside her and it expanded even further filling her like she had never been filled then it spasmed and she could feel the jet of warm liquor spray into her filling her womb with the wonder of his orgasm. He thrust into her again, and spasmed again and she clenched the walls of her pussy upon his cock, milking it of the last few drops. Her eyes were glazed as she lay staring up at the ceiling. Her waist length black hair had wrapped about her like a veil that was torn in places to let parts of her peek through. A smile crossed her lips as she savored the wave subsiding within her. She could not understand the hold that Master Wolf had upon her. She loved the danger he represented as the unknown, yet she knew he was too gentle to be the Master of her fantasy. Still the orgasms that she had while fantasizing about him were far beyond any she had ever experienced. They would explode within her and take her to peaks of pleasure she had not known were possible and that was only while imagining he was taking her. The after throes of the orgasm still coursed through her as her body continued to quiver. Since meeting Master Wolf online each visualization involving Master Wolf forcing her to be his sex slave had become more intense. Now her orgasms were beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible. This round of masturbation had begun when she had decided to reread the email she had sent to him the previous evening. As she remembered seeing him on cam jacking off, she started imagining he was jacking off to her email at the very moment she was reading it. The next thing she knew she was laying on her back, focusing on the images her email had provided as she saw Master Wolf fucking every orifice she had and taking them as his own. It was not the fantasy of being a slave that held such great sway over her. She’d had the dream of that since she was a very young child. From as early as she could remember she had read stories of the Arabian Nights and envisioned she was a slave in the harem of some mighty sheik. She had been trained to be a belly dancer and was made to dance before and then serve a visiting Arabian Prince. At that age she was still too young to know all the intricacies of sex but she’d had enough imagination and had just begun to explore her body. Her first orgasm had come when she was only ten and it had been to the vision in her head of the Prince clapping his hands and sending everyone away but her. He had ordered her to strip her silks, and though her cheeks had gone crimson she had obeyed for she knew to disobey meant her life. That first wave of pleasure had come without her even imagining the Prince touching her. It had come simply from the obedience of disrobing in front of him. Later she had read Madam Butterfly and The Diary of a Geisha and she began to picture herself in a house of geishas. Even though most geishas were never actively prostitutes many were the concubines or slaves of powerful warlords. The fact that she was Asian had made these fantasies even more alluring and real to her. It was then that she began to fantasize about being the sex toy to a Warlord who was both harsh and yet gentle. The day she had stumbled upon the writers’ group had been a miracle, and when she had filled out the survey that Master Wolf had sent to her it had been with reluctance that she had even listed the fantasy of abduction and domination. She had been worried that the leader of the group would think she was too wild or perverted for their group. However his instructions in the biography request had been to list her deepest and darkest fantasy and this dream of hers definitely fit those standards. She had been thrilled when Master Wolf had informed her she was accepted, but nothing could possibly have prepared her for what Master Wolf had suggested to her. It was beyond anything she had dared to hope for. He offered her the chance to explore a fantasy that had engulfed her since childhood and she did not hesitate even a split second before replying happily. They had woven much of their real personalities into the characters of their fantasy. She was an Asian waif, lost in the new world and he was a savage warrior of the American plains. The writing however had paled to the fantasies within her dreams. Her visions had shifted from Arabian princes and Asian warlords to this fierce warrior upon his mustang riding down upon her, sweeping her off the ground and throwing her across the back of his steed. The red skinned warrior with his long flowing black hair took her to his lodge and then forced her to serve him not only domestically by keeping his tent clean and learning how to fix the meals of his people, but also as his sexual release. She masturbated nightly to the scenes of his forcing her to her knees and raping her repeatedly, much like the email she had finally gotten the nerve to send to Master Wolf. Amazed by how intense her climaxes had become she found she was giving into her fantasy even further every day. The thoughts of becoming Master Wolf’s real life slave had become so overpowering that she had forgotten that she had another life away from the computer and the fantasies that they were sharing until her real world came crashing down upon her. The night of the collaring was very vivid in her mind. His surprise for her was better than anything she had imagined, and she was so happy to be wearing his collar finally. It had been a dream come true, to finally wear a collar as a slave. Even if it had only been in text, when Master Wolf had placed his collar upon her neck she had felt like she had finally become the complete woman she was. His surprise made the night even more special, for it was her purpose to please him and every other time she had only heard his voice or seen his text but this time she got to see the truth in his arousal. Master Wolf’s cock was incredible; it was not massive, yet not small. He had said it was average size and actually apologized to her that it was not larger but she had thought it was perfect. She could already taste it in her mouth and knew it was just right to suckle him. It was not so large as to gag her, and she would be able to suck every delicious inch of him into her mouth. She had slipped out of her robe and then sent him an invitation to view her cam as well. She was soon very intently watching him, wanting to see him cum while her own fingers were frantically massaging her clit and she could feel the wave beginning to rise in her belly when she was startled by the sound of Chris’s voice… “What the fuck?!” Chris had said, and the look of disgust and anger on his face tore into her heart, it was almost as bad as the disgusted glare of her mother’s eyes when her mother had discovered the porn sites on her computer. Doreen had hit the button on her computer to shut it down before Master Wolf could see what was happening. She did not want to have him live this pain with her. Guilt flared like a nova within her and even before Chris had begun screaming at her she could feel the tears beginning to well up. The dam burst and they flooded down her cheeks. She was torn between her two worlds, the love she felt for Master Wolf was every bit as real as the love she felt for Chris. Yet she knew that no one in her family would approve of her seeing a man that was nearly twice her age, that she had never met, and that was not Asian. She did not want to lose Master Wolf, but now she had been caught and she knew that she was going to have to make a choice very soon. Chris had been her boyfriend since high school, and though they had never been intimate he had been patient and loving with her. Her tears had abruptly halted his onslaught and he had knelt before her trying to calm her down. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the couch where he cradled her for a long time while she brought herself under control. Once the tears had ceased, Chris had looked deep into her eyes, then set her on the couch beside him. Kneeling again before her he held her hand and slipped a diamond onto her finger. She felt the cold band of gold slide onto her finger and suddenly felt like she was trapped. She loved Chris, she loved David, and how could she make a choice between them? Yes her family would approve of Chris for all the reasons they would disapprove of David. Chris was only two years older than she was, she had known him for over ten years, they had been friends long before they dated, and he was Asian. He was also well on his way to becoming a successful lawyer, with the potential to become the youngest partner at his firm. Yet he was not what David was. He was not into the lifestyle that she wanted to be a part of. He did not want a slave he wanted a wife, and he would never bind her and force her to serve his pleasure in any way. He had not even tried to convince her to have anything more to do with sex with him than an occasional blow job. In many ways he was weak, and had none of the strength that attracted her so strongly toward David. Doreen’s fingers had touched the ring on her hand and she had almost slid it off to give it back to Chris when the vision of her mother’s eyes loomed before her. That look of disgust and anger when she imagined trying to explain she wanted to be a slave and not a wife halted her. She clasped her hands together and began crying. Instead of removing the ring Doreen had found herself saying yes to Chris’ proposal. Robert Cloud Author of Toy’s Story: Acquisition of a Sex Toy Book One of the Master’s Circle Available NOW in E-Book formats and Paperback at www.blackvelvetseductions.com. As well as www.amazon.com & www.bn.com in Paperback and at Ingram's for your local bookstore to order. <image deleted> Check out all the Books at Black Velvet Seductions Jessica Joy's "Fool Me Once" Lee Rush's "Bound by Fate" Ayn Amorelli's "Contract Bride"
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