“Is this real or is this fantasy?”, is all I could think to myself as I laid out upon the bed, my legs spread wide apart. I felt the iron shackle drawn to my left ankle, the tightness of the steel as it wrapped around my ankle like a cold embrace. I tugged several times upon it, to check its tightness and saw that the chain was tightly secured. I laid there with my eyes close, my hands laid out to my sides on the soft velvety blankets drawn across the four post bed. I was still deep into the clouds, soaring way high above even after being brought down by Sir’s wonderful hands. I could sense everything around me, every brisk brush of air from the vents high above as they blew down upon my naked flesh keeping my nipples puckered and tight. My pussy still sore and reddened from the intensity of the scene. The adrenaline continued to rush through my veins with every quiver of my heart. I was deep in space… flying…  not wanting to come down..

“ohhhhhh fuck”, is all I could say as even the slightest movements sent tingles of electricity through my body, every nerve still alive within me with even the slightest of thrusts of my quaking hips nearly sent me into another erupting orgasm which were almost beyond my very control… All I could do was close my eyes and draw back into that blissful moment as if I was living it again deep within my mind..

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The double doors opened up and slowly the blindfolded pale white skinned girl was lead into the chamber. She was ushered towards the very center of the room for which had a raised platform. The room was illuminated with candles all aligned upon a shelf which ran around the walls of the circular chamber. There she was, the beautiful brown haired pale skinned submissive completely naked and exposed, her sight taken from her by the blindfold for which she had placed upon herself willingly, willingly submitting herself to the whims of the Men who stood over her now.

She could hear the double doors shut upon the far wall as the chamber was closed. It was then she would hear the whisper of what seemed like a thousand voices of Men who stood about looking towards the beautiful pale skinned girl. One by one they stepped forward, gloved hands came to brush over her body. There was one, then another and then another, as they examined her. Her hands were drawn upwards till her elbows were bent and pointed out from her, hands drawn to brush along the back of her neck away, so that she was even more proudly displayed. She could feel hands roaming over her pale white skin, touching every bit of her, fondling, stroking, caressing. A set of hands made their way down upon her back only to smack her ass. Those voices of mere whispers, not even audible for her to make out as they whispered towards her. The roaming hands all in pairs working over her body, not even being able to count one as she was left there to whimper and moan as they simply stroked her soft skin.

Then came the strike of the cane which was like the boom of the thunder clouds above as the cane was lifted upwards and then slammed down against the ground. The hands disappeared as all those who had gathered around the submissive stepped back and disappeared into the shadows. He then made his way over towards her, his black bellowing cloak swaying along his back with every step he took. He drew his hand up to grasp at her chin to lift her head upwards and spoke “beautiful”, he said while his thumb drawn outwards to brush over her cheek to caress her lightly.

“You will do”, he said as He had finished his close examination of the pale white submissive.

Once more the heavy cane was lifted and struck down against the ground signaling once more. Two hand maiders then entered from one of the side doors of the chamber coming up towards the displayed submissive. Each had taken her hands and drawn them outwards to her sides, wrapping her wrists with strong black leather cuffs which were buckled and licked with a small CLICK to each of the locks. The maidens then draw downwards to slowly draw leather cuffs about her ankles, securing them in place, once more locking the cuffs once they had been buckled tightly.

“Dismissed” the voice of the strange man dressed in black echoed about the chamber and quickly the two hand maidens had vanished from sight disappearing into the shadows and into the doorway of the circular anti chamber.

“I am going to hurt you, make you suffer only to bring you even deeper pleasure, do you comply?”, he spoke to her with a deep firm voice.

She shuddered there for a moment, blinking her eyes even if they were still rendered in shadows behind the blindfold. Her body shivered and she drew her red lips apart and whispered “Yes….”, she said.

He turned in his steps drawing his right booted foot to press down on a small lever on the floor and quickly a portion of the center of the chamber drew open and up rose a padded bench with small chains attached to the corners of the bed. He drew his hands to grasp the small rings on the collars of her wrists and pulled her forward bringing her to the bed.

“Would you Sit down and lay your body upon the padded bench?” he ask for which she nervously shook her head in acknowledgment and proceeded to crouch down lowering her buttocks to the padding of the bench and then drew outwards to lift her legs up and lay her back up against the cold bench.  He stepped around her moving to slowly circle around looking down to her naked body which quivered and shuddered with nerves and fear. He brought his hand down to brush along her chin and whispers “Don’t fear me, I won’t hurt you… without you agreeing to it.. If you wish to be taken away and released, all you need to do is whisper ‘red'” She nodded to him and took in a deep breath filling her lungs and then releasing to lay flat against the bench. He then proceeded to lift her hands up above her, stretching and attaching the chins to the rings on her cuffs, thus chaining her arms above her. Her legs were slowly spread apart and chained to the corners of the bench so she was secured tightly and helplessly. She moaned and gasped out shaking her limbs to feel them tightly in place.

“Surrender to me your darkness dreams… let go of the fears of the lighted day…. ” he whispered to her as He caressed her face with his hand. She whimpered biting deep into her lower lip for which He drew down and placed a gentle kiss to her lips and rose upwards and whispered “no no, relax… breath… allow yourself to go free.. ” he told her and she simply nodded and focused on her breathing..

His hand was soft but powerful as it danced its way down along her body, brushing along the pale white skin like porcelain between his fingertips. He brought his right hand to brush across her breasts, grasping and caressing them, bringing his fingers to lightly pinch along her nipples to draw them to small peeks upon her breasts. His fingers then continued to wander downwards to brush along her pussy, slowly stroking along the haired lips to part them and gently find her clit to slowly tease and stroke to bring a wave of pleasure to wash over her.

“Do you trust me?”, he asked as He looked towards her blindfolded face and through the soft whimpers she tilted her head back and simply nodded once in response. He smiled down to her even if she could not see, reaching to lift up the first of the lit candles, a heavy black candle which had been left burning for nearly an hour. He brought the candle upwards and over to hover it just above her body. He knew well the feeling of the wax, having tested each candle on the underside of his arms when they were lit and prepared. He looked to her and gently tilted the candle letting a few dropplets of the black wax fall fromt he candle to drop over her pale white tits. She gasped outwards, her entire body whithering under the new sensations. She pulled and tugged and the chains holding her as her back arched, a deep moan escaping her lips followed by some tight whimpering.

He laid more wax upon her tits, small black droplets in contrast to her white skin painting her as He chose. His other hand slowly drew to grasp a another candle painted of red. He brought both candles and danced his way down along the submissive’s tummy, letting small drops of the wax fall down upon her tummy and abdomen drawing the candles closer and closer, knowing the pain would intensify.  He drew one candle away while holding the other. He brought his hand to brush over her body draped with small drops of wax which lay across her skin like droplets of rain. His fingers flicked to push a few of them off her body as He worked his way down towards her pussy to find her clit once more between the lips and rub back and forth. He then slowly drew the candle downwards and allowed a small drop of wax to fall directly to her clit to watch how she would react to the touch.

He allowed a slow pause to the moment come as she surrendered herself to the mixture of sensations which came over her, each drop of wax bringing another sensation of pain. He watched as each drop fell,  as each bit of wax hit her skin and smiled in enjoyment to what it was doing to her. For every bit of pain there would be pleasure and he gripped hold of the Hitachi vibrator which had been covered in a condom for protection and brought it to brush over her pussy, stroking it round in a swirl of circles till she had surrendered to a wave of pleasure to mix with that of the pain for which she felt.  Once the moment had past, the chains were released and she was carried in his arms back to her chamber.

She was left to rest upon the bed, her ankle grasped by the shackle which was set in place to secure her to her bed chambers. He laid with her just for a brief moment, petting her with his hand, letting her head brush to his chest so she could feel his heartbeat and allowed her to drift off to sleep safe within his arms, the moment past and now a vivid memory within her dreams…

[ to be continued in part 3 ]

~ Words written on a torn page~

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Silently she knelt to the floor, her legs spread, her eyes closed, hands drawn out over her thighs to lay in waiting. She listened to everything around her, the sound of the breeze as it brushed through the trees, the cry of the cats as they roamed just outside of her bedroom window.  She could hear the sound of distance cars driving along the highway, and the occasional sounds of the trains whistles as they came by. The world continued to go on around her, as she knelt there in waiting.

The beating of her own heart which sounded like a thousand drums banging away within her ears in anticipation. She whimpered as pain rushed up over her back from the welts left upon her skin. It was all she could focus on, the pain, and the maddening sounds which surrounded her in a whirlwind of chaos. “When will he come?” she said to herself, thinking of the next encounter with the man in the black mask.

She blinked her eyes and looked down upon the pillow where the velvet blindfold was left for her. She know his wishes but she fought it with every ounce of her being. She did not want to take away from herself the very layer for which she clung to, the very thing which she refused to give to him. She clung to it with all her strength, like it was the very thing keeping her alive.

“Why does he want this of me?” she said to herself deep within her mind

“Why will he not just listen, why is he being so stubborn and just give in!”

She rose to stand  and began to pace along the floor back and forth in frustration, in anxiety. Suddenly, she remembered his words when He parted

“you are not to move till you choose to put in the blindfold!”

Quickly she dropped to her knees once more and crawled her way before the pillow. She threw her hands in frustration and anxiety, pushing the pillow away from her which held the forsaken blindfold. She wanted to rip his eyes out and pound on his chest, she was so mad at him, but she remembered the words “I will not come till your ready and have shown me by placing the blindfold on.”

“I can’t do this” she repeated to herself in soft whispers which were barely audible, and certainly to no one but herself. She closed her eyes and pictured him standing there looking down over her. She could see the look in his eyes, the gaze of his face, his lips, everything about him. She turned her head slowly even with her eyes  shut tight and turned to look at the faces of the other Men, heir gaze focused on her when she was struck with the first lash before them. She remembered the pain, the suffering and why she did it, for them, not herself.

Time had past, minutes which felt like hours. She knelt there obediently upon the ground, feeling the tension in her legs, the pull of muscles, the bruising which rose along her knees as they were pressed in the hard wooden floor. Anger turned to sadness now as tears began to flow down her cheeks. She could feel the first droplet which formed from her left eye and slowly glided downwards across her cheep to fall to her arm stretched out on her left thigh. There were more, as one after the other flowed as sadness took its hold on her. “Why is he punishing me! Why! Why! What does He want from me!”, she called out in her mind in silence, as she struggled with the emotions which rippled through her. She knelt there and cried for what seemed like hours at a time. She felt abandoned, she felt like she was thrown away by herself, never to be seen again. All she could think about is the faces of those she would not see, the smiles and laughter of those seated about the table in the cafe, sipping their coffee and laughing around. These thoughts drew her even deeper and deeper into sadness as she struggled to refrain and contain herself, and struggled to control the emotions which ripped through her light blasts of lightning ripping through the sky. The tears wouldn’t stop, they wouldn’t go away, they wouldn’t cease, only till her eyes were rippled with pain and dried to the point there was no tears.

She lowered her head down and took in a deep breath and sighed. She remembered his words when she fell to her knees before him for the first time..

“You are here to serve the community, not yourself. You receive just as much as you give. ”

Her hands shook as she moved them forward, fear ripping through every bit of her core. She reached to take hold of the blindfold which she was so frightened about and scared about and slowly lifted it upwards to slide over her eyes, fixing it so that it covered them completely……..

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Moments past as she was now rendered in darkness, but no longer was she in control it. She snapped her eyes open only to be met with more darkness as the light of the room was completely taken from her. She was scared and frightened, every sound which was around her was heightened ten fold. She kept snapping her eyes open and shut hoping to get a glimpse of light. Her hands fidgeted upon her thighs, scraping back and forth as a soft whimper escaped her lips. She waited anxiously, listening, wanting, waiting, time simply passing around her.. There she was, naked in her beauty, posed so submissively upon the carpet. She drew herself downwards, pressing her cheep to the floor before her, as her hands drew to push away the pillow. She shifted her back so her soft crimson tresses flowed away from her back, the marks rippled across her backside and buttocks seemed to glow with pain as it was the only thing she could focus on. She took in a deep sigh and simply fell still in her silence and waited… She had given in, had submitted to that of his desires, even as much as she wished to fight it. She had succumbed to his wills, his wants and his expectations…

Suddenly, she could hear the footsteps out in the hallway. It crept closer and closer. till it stopped just at the doorway of the small bedroom. The doorknob began to turn and there his boots presented themselves before her. He reached down with his strong hand to brush along her face and gently drew her upwards, helping her to her feet. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him, laying her head against his shoulder and whispered “You have learned to give in my submission, you have learned to let yourself go and surcumb to my wishes, my darkness… Now it is that your new found journey shall begin.. ”

He then lead her by the hand, his strong grasp drawn to her own as He walked with her heading down the hallway through the double arches and then through the double doors which were opened and closed to engulf them as they disappeared from sight within the darkened chambers beyond….

Sara awoke dazed and not sure of where she was or where she had been.  The sun was shining through an open window, a breeze billowing through the white curtains gracing the room, empty except for the bed, a single chair and a mirror.

Raising her head and back and swinging her legs around to get out of the bed, Sara winces at the stinging pain spreading across her ass, down her legs and across her back. Standing slowly, feeling a throbbing between her wet, sticky legs, she stumbles her way to the mirror.  A small cry raises from her throat as she sees her reflection glaring back at her from the mirror.  Holding one hand over her shivering mouth, Sara runs her hands down her body, biting back tears of pain as they run over raised red welts striped across her breasts, her nipples swollen to twice their size, over waves on her belly, and down her thighs.  Her hands travel between her thighs causing her to cry out again as the air assaults her raw, swollen sex.  Sara drops to the floor sobbing, spying the mass of welts rising across her back, the memory of the night before peeking through her pain shrouded mind.

Sara shuts her eyes hard trying to bring back the full memory of the evening before, and jumps as she hears the door open behind her. Peeking through her tears she sees  a man dressed in casual khakis and a blue tailored shirt pulling a tray into the room, his back to her. Sara sees him start to turn and buries her eyes in her arm stifling her sobs. He walks over to the mass on the floor, and gently picks Sara up carrying her back to the bed, laying her softly on top. He begins to gently stroke her forehead whispering, “There, there pet, all will be well…”  Sara looks up through tear strained eyes, and watches as he turns to the bowl on the cart and wrings out a washcloth. Still watching Him, he turns and smiles down at her and gently begins to wash her wounds, His firm hands dabbing softly at each welt on her body, down her breasts, her throbbing nipples, her striped stomach, between her throbbing sex and all the way down to her toes. His eyes burn into her as Sara watches His tender administrations, relaxing at His touch. Sara moans as His lips brush over her body licking her wounds o so tenderly, and moves a bit as her juices begin to ooze out of her swollen throbbing sex. He then turns and coats her wounds with a cooling ointment and wraps her in warm blankets. Sitting on the side of the bed, he wraps her in His arms whispering, “Sleep my pet, sleep well as Your training continues this evening”

Sara closes her eyes in a pained sleep, her mind racing, her senses overloaded. She awakens in what seems to be days later to the sound of a tray once more being wheeled into the room.

Sara raises her head slightly to see what may be on the tray as she is ravenously hungry. He turns and slaps her face with his open palm exploding, “Who told you to move?” Reeling from the blow, Sara whispers, “No one”.  Another blow strikes her face, he screams, “No one WHO, Sara?” Tears welling in her eyes, Sara whimpers, “No one, Master”, the memory of the night before flooding her mind.  He smiles as he sees the recollection revealed in her eyes, strides over to the chair and sits. In doing so, he pulls out a piece of paper and holds it up in the air shouting, “Look at ME slut!” Sara turns and looks, tears streaming down her face, “Yes, Master?. He looks at her, his eyes burning into her very core, “This paper, signed by you, slut, states that you are MINE, MY possession, I OWN YOU- do you understand? Sara blinks back tears whispering, “Yes, Master”.  He places the paper back into his pocket and  walks over to her and says, “Good, now we begin”.

He pulls the covers off of Sara as she lays there shivering and roars with laughter. Sara winces at His evil laugh, sobbing her chest heaving, her face ablaze with fire. “I just remembered I can take you whenever I feel like it!”  He straddles Sara’s’ stomach, pushing her thighs apart with his knees and thrusts His swollen manhood into her swollen, raw sex.

Sara’s body jolts from his force crying out as she feels her insides being ripped by His organ pounding inside of her. He raises her hips, wrapping one arm around her waist, and with the other begins to pinch and squeeze her swollen nipple. Sara groans as she feels her body betray her, her nipples immediately responding to his touch, hardening, standing out in his fingers, her juices drip from her swollen sex.  He continues to thrust deep into her, pressing harder with each thrust, and reaches into his pocket taking out a pair of nipple clamps-“A gift for my possession”, a smile crossing his face. He pulls at her nipple, and places one clamp over the swollen bud, snapping it shut. Sara’s chest arches at the pain, her nipples throbbing, hard she cries out,” OOOOOOO Goddddddddddd pleaseeeeeeeeee, Master oooooooooo” He smiles, pulling on the other nipple, clamping that one tight, continuing to drive His sex deeper into her quickly punishing her. Sara screams as the pain bites into her, her mind a haze, her hips bucking up against Him she feels herself ready to explode. Feeling her readiness, he grabs her chin, looking at her saying, “ When I allow you to cum, remember this, Sara, if you do, you will have totally submitted yourself to me.  Twisting the clamps and pounding His sex into her, his sweat dripping on to her body, he feels her body begin to shudder and tense.  Sara feels her body tense, her nipples aching the pain turning to pleasure, her juices dripping onto his sex, she looks at him begging “Please, let me cum Master..o goddddd please……….”  He smiles, lowering himself over her body and whispers in her ear, “Cum now for me lil Sara, cum and give yourself to me”

Sara arches her back, and feels waves of pleasure spread through her body, she cries out and shudders her orgasm overtaking her, her juices releasing in one rush as her muscles contract against His throbbing sex.

Feeling her orgasm, he thrusts deeper into her with final strokes and releases his seed into her, biting deep into her shoulder as he does marking her, making her his.  Sara collapses back on the bed struggling for breathe, the pain again awakening in her breasts, shivering.

He rolls off of her onto the floor and goes to the tray, looking back at her..”Spread my legs, Sara”

Sara, shivers and spreads her legs, peeking at the tray under lowered eyes.  He picks up a cotton ball and some alcohol and pours it on the cotton and turns to her. He bends over her, examining the inside of her thighs and nods approvingly, “mmmm Nice and swollen, it will help with the pain” He dabs at her swollen sex with the alcohol cleaning it.  Sara screams as white lights explode across her eyes, the pain searing through her, and begins to sob. He picks up a needle and thread, and a small ring. He threads the needle and places it in the alcohol and runs the ring down onto the thread. He looks at Sara and whispers, “You must stay still, Sara, it will hurt but it won’t last long..this is to make sure All know who owns you”

Leaning over, he takes the needle and pierces the tender skin surrounding her sex, drawing the string through along with the ring, fitting the ring through her lip and closing it with a tiny ball. Sara screams as the needle pierces her swollen sex, sweat and tears streaming down her face. He swabs her face with a cool cloth, scooping up her tears with his finger, bringing it to his lips, tasting them. “It will be over soon, Sara, then you will be mine”  He continues with his work placing another ring behind the one already placed and two more on the opposite side in the exact same places. Sara screams out in agony, her body drenched in sweat as she feels her sex being pierced, but again her body betrays her, her juices beginning to flow once more.  He looks at her moist sex and his work and smiles, “I think my lil Sara is going to have a very hard time hiding her lust”.  He then picks up a thin rod and runs it through the rings and places a lock on either end, locking them in place and placing the key in his pocket. He pulls out 4 tiny bells and attaches one to each ring.  He steps back to admire his work and laughs,”I think that I will never lose you now Sara, get up and walk around” Sara sobs and rises from the bed, the pain in her nipples biting her, and groans as she feels the rod holding her sex closed. She takes small steps across the room hearing the bells tinkle as she walks. He smiles, “This is how you will be while I am not with you Sara, no one is allowed to touch my property including you, do you understand?”  Sara lowers her eyes, whispering, “Yes, Master”  He smiles tenderly, “Good, now come to bed, I am tired”  Sara walks quietly and returns to the bed, laying quietly next to him.  He puts his leg over her body and whispers “You are mine now Sara, don’t ever forget that” and kisses her head.

Sara awakens with a start, rises and looks around. Her eyes brighten as she raises her wet hand that was between her thighs.  She shakes her head and smiles thinking, “It would be so nice if it would really happen” She raises from her bed and walks happily to the shower looks in the mirror on her way and winks at her reflection