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and he walks around
behind me, grabbing my bound wrists and pulling it down behind my head.  I feel
his hands looping another rope around the knot between my wrists, and firmly
pulling it down and wrapping it around my body.  In no time I’m wearing a rope
harness skillfully tied, and the feeling of being confined yet exposed was
incredible.  He pulled the rope between my legs, carefully crisscrossing it up
the crease of my upper thighs and over my hips, leaving my lower lips exposed
to his touch.  Once completely bound, he leaned into me, firmly squeezing my
breasts and breathing into my ear.
    “So you want to be my
submissive?”
    “Yes, Master.”  It was true. 
I wanted to give everything to him to be used as he saw fit.  I just need to
have the intense pleasure I was convinced only he could provide.
    “And as my submissive you
wish to surrender complete control?”
    “Yes, Master.  Complete
control.”
    Without warning his right
hand slid down my stomach and over my clit, clutching my mound with his entire
hand.  “Who’s is this?” he asked.
    “Yours, Master.”
    “I see.  And have you played
with it?”
    I can feel my face flush with
embarrassment.  “Yes, Master.”
    I’m literally flowing into
his palm as he drives his thick fingers past my lips and deep inside.  “Did you
orgasm?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    His finger takes an upward
turn, pressing against my g-spot causing my body to react.  Jolts of
electricity shoot throughout my body, and his fingers squeeze my nipple hard. 
But it’s not pain I feel, but an incredible rush of adrenaline and pleasure. 
“Did I give you permission to do that?”
    “No, Master.”
    “I see.  Let’s get something
straight right here, right now.  IF – and that’s a big if – I decide to make
you my own, you understand that this,” and he presses the butt of his palm into
my sex, “belongs to me.  I control your orgasms from here on out.  Understood?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    With that he withdraws his
fingers quickly, taking with it the pleasure of his touch.
    “You’re soaking wet!” he
exclaims.  He releases my nipple and grabs my hair.  “Open your mouth.”
    Once again without hesitation
I open as instructed, and he shoves his fingers into my mouth.  “So you like to
suck cock?  I wonder… do you like the taste of pussy?  Suck!  Lick my fingers
clean.”
    It’s not the first time I’ve
tasted myself, but somehow it’s much more exciting now.  Greedily I lick and
suck his fingers, eager to prove my obedience to him.
    “That’s a good little slut. 
You like that, don’t you?”
    “Mmm,” I mumble, my mouth
filled with his fingers.
    “I bet you do.  Have you ever
been with another woman?”
    I shake my head from side to
side, unable to speak with his finger in my mouth.
    “I see.  Have you ever been
with two men?” he asked as he withdrew his fingers.
    “No, Master.”
    “Hmmm.  But you’d like to,
wouldn’t you?”
    “Yes, Master, if it pleases
you.”  There was no lie about that one.  I may not have ever thought about being
with a woman, but I’ve fantasized many times about two men.
    He unties my hands, still
leaving the body harness in place.  As I rub my wrist I feel not only my skin
swelling, but my pride as well.  The imprint of the rope on my wrist is a
constant reminder of my submission, and my new found passion.
    “Follow me,” he orders.
    Following him out of the room
and down the hall he takes a sharp turn to the left.  I’m right on his heels,
as I assume he wishes and he ushers me into what looks like a simple office.  The
chair in the corner, however, looks anything but simple.
    It’s a heavy wooden chair
with large seat, tremendous arms that are ornately carved, and straps already
attached.  He sits me squarely in the middle and pushes against my chest as I
lean back.  With skill and precision he lifts each of my legs over the arms of
the chair.  “Grab your ankles,” he commands,