History part 2

She tried to say something but her mind was too fucked up to get any words out. She had never been more scared or more aroused in her life. Any touch he made sent shock waves through her body. She couldn’t explain as it wasn’t anything she had felt before. She hadn’t even met him before, she thought what the hell was she doing. But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to disappoint him and he had this control over her she couldn’t resist. He removed some rope from his bag and placed it on the bed in front of her. He told her he trusted her submission to him, and he would not restrain her as long as she did as she was told. He leant forward and kissed her gently on the forehead and asked her ‘who owns you?’……… she replied in a whisper ‘you do Sir’. He took a scarf from his bag and placed it gently over her eyes and tied it behind her head. He explained this was to help her focus on her own body and its reactions, so that fear wouldn’t overwhelm her, but heighten the sensation. He never used the word pleasure, always sensation, because he knew it was the intensity that will carry your mind to another place.

She walked slowly down the aisle, she had everyone’s attention. He wondered what she was thinking of, if she was still nervous, if she was thinking of him.

The only time he paid much attention to the vows was when she left out ‘obey’ when she repeated the celebrants words, he didn’t think anyone else noticed. Maybe it was her way or telling him that even though she wasn’t his anymore, he was still her ‘sir’.

She jumped as she felt something cold and hard press against her breast. This time he chastised her ‘ I told you to keep still, if you dont obey me you will be punished and restrained’. This time there was no gentle encouragement in his tone. It just made her ache more for him to touch her. Made her wetter. He moved her hands back behind her back. He kissed her again, this time on the neck, it wasn’t to calm her, he knew it would just make her crave his touch even more…… and he made her wait. Her clit throbbed. Her heart raced.

She filled her head with all the things they had talked about before they met, she trusted him even though she knew he would use pain to please her. She stopped struggling both mentally and physically, she gave herself to him and she felt safe and calm. This time as the cold steel circled her hard nipples she didn’t jump, she felt a warmth pulse thru her body. All her senses were heightened, she could hear him breath, feel the blood moving thru her body, she tingled all over, as he moved around her every small touch was starting to feel as intense as any orgasm she had ever had, and he hadn’t even touch her pussy yet. She wanted to beg for him to be inside her. To fuck her. To use her.

He knelt behind her, she felt his skin against hers. This time as the knife ran across her breast she felt it cut. She smiled. He said he only marked those who he wanted to train and to bring into his life as his submissive. It was as if years of self-doubt was leaving her, carried away by the blood. It was to become a scar that would forever remind her that she had pleased her Sir, that he thought she was worthy of his protection and time and ownership. ‘Good girl’ he said. She smiled again. He kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in tight. If he hadn’t of started to run his hand up her leg and using her own wetness circle her clit with his finger, slowly pushing into the folds of her pussy, she thought she might have fallen asleep in his arms.

When he heard ‘you may kiss the bride’ he looked away. A single tear rolled down his face.

As her explored deeper inside her he placed his free hand around her neck. He had told her about ‘breath play’ and how starving the brain of oxygen at the point of climax would enhance the orgasm. To be honest it scared the hell out of her. But she had no choice. He did as he wished with her body now and she knew he would make the right choices for her. As he tightened his grip she started to feel dizzy, the only thing that kept her alert was his hand caressing her pussy and clit. It was as if he was inside her head, whenever she started to wish he would change his touch he would do it. Whenever she felt she might panic he whispered words of encouragement in her ear. She felt it building up inside, deep down in her stomach, that rush of anticipation and release. He was able to keep her near the point of climax but never over, slowly building the tension. She started to twitch and could feel the waves of pleasure move up thru her body, like no orgasm she had felt before. She lost the struggle to control herself, her whole body trembled as he continued to tease her and control her breathing. She didn’t know what was happening. Didn’t know what to say.

She didn’t remember much after that, he took off the blindfold and laid her down, placed her hands above her head and told her to keep them there. She wanted to touch him but when she tried to her forcefully placed her hands back and gave her that look of disappointment she feared more than any pain he could inflict on to her body. It was as if he knew her body than she did. It was one mind blowing sensation after another, most the time she had no idea what he was doing, or what he was putting inside her, but she didn’t give a fuck, it was one more step into his dark world. A world she now craved. He was totally focused on her, she was use to men that thought a quick grope and they could just lie back and put their cocks in her mouth, he didn’t, he wanted to show her the rewards for submitting to him.

He was down between her legs, his tongue exploring her, his hands caressing the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. His hands moved up around her waist, holding her around the hips, holding her so he could push deeper inside her with his tongue, tease her soft lips, and suck on her clit. It was just one orgasm after another. She was a toy he now played with.

His kisses moved up her body, each making her skin tingle, his hands now behind her knees, he lifted them as his tongue teased her nipples. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her. She was trying to build up the courage to scream out ‘fuck me sir’ as he ran his hand up her leg and forced her further apart and entered her. He kissed her neck as he pushed deeper, until he rested against her clit. She felt so full, he was so hard, every time he moved in her she……….. she couldn’t describe it, it was as if it was her pussy was connected to every part of her body, every part of her wanted him, every part felt him.

He didn’t just fuck her, he had made sure no one would ever take her again. It wasn’t the scar that would mark her as his, but he was now in control of her mind. He was her addiction. What she didn’t give him, he had taken. Body, mind and soul. She felt content.

She woke with him kissing her on the cheek. He smiled and left. A single tear rolled down her face.