1st Surrender: She Gives Herself To Him Completely

He Knows All Of Her Submissive Desires

As she stepped into the room, darkness engulfed her, black velvet darkness without a hint of light. She move into the shadows, carefully making her way across the room, laying her coat on the chair as she reached for the lamp, needing the light to chase away the shadows. “Where is that switch?” She wondered aloud, running her hand over the nightstand top, a low growl of frustration crossing her lips. “Ha found it!” She clicked the light and sighed when nothing happened. “Crap blown again, I have really got to get a new lamp tomorrow.”

She shrugs and turns to head back to living room when a small sound echoes through the room. She stops dead in her tracks and looks around, trying to detect what made the sound. Seeing nothing moving she shakes her head muttering, “Gotta quit watching those horror movies at night, I’m starting to jump at shadows.” And heads into the living room.

Flopping on the couch she grabs the remote and smiles as the first notes of one of her favorite songs fill the room. “Your favorite drug, right on, love this song!” She laughs, “Something to keep my mind off just how empty this house is now.” She looks around, still not able to shake the feeling that something is just a little bit off, like someone is watching her.

“Stupid!” She mutters shaking her head again “No body here but me.”

She lays back on the couch, ready to relax after a long day at work, when she is plunged into darkness and silence. “You have got to be kidding me!” She yells as she looks up at the ceiling, “what did I do to piss off the universe tonight geeze.” She swings her legs off the couch and stands up trying to remember where she last left the flashlight. “Ok just a breaker I’m sure, no prob, just go flip it then I can finally get some damn peace.” Muttering to herself as she heads for the kitchen and the fuse box. Crack! “Ouch!” She bites her lip to keep from swearing as her knee throbs where it met the coffee table. “Ok this is so not my night.”

Once in the kitchen she fumbles her way to the fuse box and flips the breakers. Nothing. “Well son of a bitch!” Thinking the power might be out she reaches for the phone on the counter. “What the……..” in the place of the phone is a soft piece of what feels like leather. Looking around and starting to get really freaked out, she shivers a bit and finally decides it might be a good night to find a motel. She turns and slowly moves back toward the living room where her purse and car keys are waiting.

Carefully avoiding the coffee table from hell she scoops up her purse and looks for her keys for a few moments before she realizes where they are. The mental image flashes through her head of placing the keys in her coat pocket and then laying the coat on the chair in the bedroom. She looks down the dark hallway toward the open bedroom door.

“Ok I will just run down there grab the coat and run back out… there is nothing there in the dark that isn’t there in the light.” She looks again down the hall and takes a deep breath. “Ok yeah I’m so not running in my own house, this is so stupid!” For some reason the sound of her own voice in the emptiness of the room is oddly reassuring. She starts moving slowly toward the bedroom door. “Lalala it’s just a small black out, nothing to worry about, no point in being scared of the dark, I’m not 5.” She stops for a moment in front of the door and takes another deep breath, then steps into the darkness within the room. “See nothing jumped out at you, damn I feel stupid now.” At this last comment a soft laugh and warm breath caress her ear as a hand swoops down to cover her mouth.

She tries to suck in a breath but the gloved hand over her face keeps her from taking one. She starts to shake, panic taking over. Another hand softly caresses her hair

” Hush little one, and relax, you will enjoy it a lot more if you do.” a mans deep voice growls in her ear, as the hand moves to cover only her mouth allowing her to once again draw a breath.

“Fight, run, do something!” her mind screams at her, but her body refuses to answer.

“I’m going to remove my hand scream and you will be punished, do you understand?” the voice growls once more. She gives a slight nod to scared to do much more.

As the hand is removed she takes a deep breath, knowing if she screams loud enough the neighbors will hear here and damn if she was going to let this psycho do whatever he had planned for her. Feeling the scream build up, she manages only a small squeak before her hair is grabbed in a tight grip and a hand closes around her throat.

“I told you not to scream!” The voice is harsher now, as the hand gripping her hair forces her to her knees. “P…p..please don’t hurt me.” she whimpers. But the hand in her hair only tightens its grip

“Be a good girl and put your hands above your head.” She tries to turn her head to catch a glimpse of the stranger, only to have her head pulls back farther. “Now!” This one word spoken with more authority then she has ever heard in her life. Deciding that maybe if she does what he says he will not hurt her she reluctantly lifts her arms up.

Soft leather closes around one wrist then the other, “Such a good girl.” The voice whispers. The hand gripping her hair pulls her upwards back onto her feet. Confusion takes over for a moment before the realization dawns on her that he had just cuffed her wrists together.

She lets her arms fall in front of her, the rattling chain loud over the rapid beating of her heart. “W..Why?” she asks in a shaking voice.

“Why, because I can, and because you will in the end beg for what I will give you.” The voice whispers in her ear as sharp teeth nip at the sensitive lobe.

She shivers a combination of fear and a sick kind of pleasure that frightens her more then the man in the room with her. She whispers, “No.” He laughs as he snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her hard against his body. His hand reaching up to pinch her nipple through the thin silk of her shirt. She jumps and bats at his hands with hers. “Don’t touch me!” She snaps, knowing the second those words crosses her lips that she was in more trouble then she had ever thought possible.

His arm left her waist and with both hands her shoved her hard onto the bed. She landed on her belly, her hands trapped under her. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat beside her. “This time I will not ignore that disrespect, you will be punished.” She caught a glimpse of a profile and a flash of white teeth as he smiled, before he moved and something slips over her face. Plunging her once again into complete darkness.

She fought to move her arms, to somehow get free, but with her hands cuffed she couldn’t move them enough to even roll over. “Problems sweetheart?” He said with a laugh, as he rolled her over. He grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head, holding both in his hands.

“Let me go.” She pleaded, but all he did was laugh again as he leaned down and licked her neck. “I don’t think so.” Tightening his grip on her wrists, he reached up and released one from the cuff, but only long enough to loop the chain through the iron design of her headboard before recuffing her, and releasing her wrists.

She pulled at the cuffs as hard as she could, once she knew there was no way to get free, she took a deep breath and let out a shrill scream. A gloved hand slapped over her mouth once more. “Damn it, once more and I will be forced to gag you.” He growled. “And I know you don’t what that.”

She nodded as much as she could, praying her would remove his hand so she could breath. After what seemed like hours, he moves his hand up to caress her cheek, “So pretty.” He almost purred.

“That voice, I know I have heard it before…. I just can’t think where,” she thought. “But why me, I don’t know him why is he doing this, what did I do?” The thoughts raced through her head, and then another thought hit her. “What’s next?”

She began to thrash about on the bed, pulling at the cuffs and chains, fear taking over now; the only sound the beating of her heart in the now still and quiet room. “Did he leave? Maybe he came to his senses.” She thought, and slowly came to be still, the feel of her familiar bed soft under her. Click.

She turned her head toward the sound, unable to see, she knew he was still there beside her.

Cold metal touched her skin and she froze, to scared to breath, even her mind paralyzed with fear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He laughed, “As I said before, you will beg me for more before the end.” The cold touch of what she knew was a blade moved softly down her neck and between her breasts, parting the soft silk of her shirt with as though it were made of air. It slipped under the front clasp of her bra and with a soft sound parted the material, before continuing down her belly. The silk fell away with a sigh, her soft skin exposed to the kiss of the cool night air. She shivered.

She felt the blade slip under the waistband of her skirt, and jumped. “Please no.” She begged.

“Oh yes, I want you naked before me, bound and completely under my control.” He slid the blade down, removing her skirt as easily as he had her blouse. “Mmm such a naughty girl you are. Not even a small scrap of lace to hide behind.” She could hear the smile in his voice, and felt her body warm as a deep blush rose up.

He leaned over and pressed his tongue to her lips, and before she knew it she was sinking into the dark velvet of his mouth as she shuddered against him. Her tongue tangled timidly with his, drawing him deeper in the storm of pleasure that being touched was causing. Coming to her senses, she growled and bit his tongue and turned her head. He growled back at her.

“Just give in sweetheart, I have watched you for weeks, I know all about those submissive desires you hide under that calm cool exterior, I could eat you up.” He growled, kissing a soft line down to the rising mounds that tempted him.

“Like candy. Like a man starved for the taste of you. Of your surrender.”

A fever of need burned inside her. Lust had never been like this. It had never stolen her control, had never wiped the pain of her memories through her body. It had never made her tremble from hunger when she should be screaming and fighting. “What am I doing?” She wondered. A little voice whispering in the back of her mind, “Give up control, for once let someone use you as you long to be used.”

His lips reached her nipples at that moment, his tongue distended and swiped over the delicate bud experimentally. She felt the muscles of her stomach clench beneath his hand, her hips bucking sharply.

“Who are you?” There was fear and desire in her voice. A husky little moan of pleasure that betrayed her true desires. He ignored her question.

His head lowered, his mouth covering her nipple as his hands worked over her now heated flesh. She arched to him, as he began to suckle the engorged nipple. She was panting for breath, the combination of fear and pleasure like a drug; she floated in a haze of desire where rationality failed to exist

His hand smoothed up her thigh and she stilled. His hand neared the humid heat emanating from her smooth wet cunt as his tongue licked her unattended nipple in slow strokes. Her head jerked, as His hand covered the hot mound of her cunt and she cried out brokenly. The sound echoed in the room. She jerked in his arms, twisting against him now as her hunger began to reach a fever pitch. A moan passed her lips, and she knew he was watching her face. Even through the blindfold she knew. Watching her cheeks flushing, her lips opening in a strangled gasp of pleasure as he parted her thighs, his fingers sliding into slick, damp honey. She heard his sharp intake of breath “So hot and so wet for me, see sweetheart I told you you would enjoy this.” He growled

She couldn’t control her desire. She needed him to touch her. He planted soft, sweeping kisses across her chest, her neck, back to her lips. She was hungry for him, her lips opened, her hips arched to his fingers.

“So sweet!” He growled against her lips, and then stroked them as his fingers slid into the wet velvet crease between her thighs.

She stilled, biting her lower lip, her eyes wide under the black velvet as she whispered “Please”. His fingers moved slowly through the slick crease to circle her swollen clit slowly. “Oh God!” Her thighs opened wider, her hips pushing against his hand. His fingers moved through slick honey to the tender opening of her tight pussy. She cried out as he slid his finger shallowly into the tight, hot entrance.

He stopped, removed his hands from her body and sat up. She was panting to catch her breath, her body begging for more. As the pleasure left her body the anger returned. “I’ll have you arrested,” she promised him. “I swear if it’s the last thing I do I’ll have you locked up.”

He was quiet for long moments, his eyes glittering with lust, with cool knowledge. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, you need to learn who your Master is sweetheart, slowly. A step at a time. Nothing too hard, baby, I promise.”

She shivered. He didn’t sound cruel, but he was determined. His voice was soft, immeasurably gentle, but filled with purpose. He would have her now, and he would have her on his terms.

“This isn’t what I want.” She said, fighting for breath, for a sense of control.

His hand moved lazily across her stomach, his eyes tracking each move, his fingers trailing between her thighs until one ran through the thick, slick cream that proved her words false. She trembled, biting back a moan of pleasure as the thick length of his finger dipped into her vagina once again. “Isn’t it?” He whispered. “I think you’re lying. You shouldn’t lie to me, baby.”

Before she knew what was coming, his hand moved, then the flat of his palm delivered a stinging blow to the bare flesh of her cunt. She jerked at the heat. “You son of a bitch!” She yelled, jerking against her bond, ignoring the lash of pleasure that made her clit swell further. The bed moved under his wait and he slipped down between her legs. “Let me go!” She bit out, fighting to ignore the rising desires and pleasure rising inside her.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered, his hand smoothing over her cunt, sliding over the moisture that lay thick and heavy on her pussy lips. “You’re tight, how long has it been since you had a lover?”

She remained quiet then jerked in surprise as his palm landed on the upper curve of her cunt. She fought the cuffs terrified of the shocking vibrations of pleasure in her clit that radiated from the heat of the blow. “Damn you!” Her body arched as his finger slid inside her vagina once again. It was a slow stroke, the hard digit separating her muscles, making the flesh tremble in building ecstasy. She fought the need to whimper, to beg at the slow penetration.

“How long, since you’ve had a lover?” he asked her again.

She bit her lip, and then whimpered “Four months.” He slowly slid his fingers deeper; searching for that spot he knew would at last break her. As his finger brushed it she went over the edge, digging her nails into her palms, her cries like sweet music to her own ears as she bathed his hand in her juices.

He smiled and whispers “There that’s better isn’t it?” And moved off the bed.

She listened to his footsteps move across the room and the squeak of the chair springs and knew he was sitting there watching her. “Who are you?” She asked once more, again her question went ignored.

She laid there for what seemed like hours, feeling his eyes on her exposed body, watching her, branding her body with the heat of his gaze. “Do you know why I chose you?” He asked. She shook her head afraid to speak. “I watched you, I listened to you, and the most I learned the more I knew you needed a real Master, I knew you would never willingly hand over that control so I took it.” He stood and moved toward her, she sensed him before he touched her cheek with his hand. “You want it don’t you sweetheart, you long to give me control, to hand over your mind and soul to me?”

She shook her head and bit her lower lip. “No, I’m not like that I’m normal, I have a life, I……” and she trailed off into silence.

“And your also lying through your teeth little one.” He caressed her hair gently, leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You belong to me, now say it!” He growled in her ear.

One tear slid from under the blindfold as she whispered, “Yes Master.”

He smiled, softly kissed her lips and whispered “Sleep now sweetheart.” With that voice whispering in her ear she gave into the need to close her eyes and to escape from this nights experience into the land of dreams.

Sunlight streamed though the window and cast its rays across her face. She opened her eyes unsure for a moment where she was, then it all came back to her, the power going out, the man, everything. She bolted upright in her bed, and looked around. No blindfold, no signs of the cuffs or the man, then something caught her eyes. Laying on the pillow beside her was a single blue rose and a note that read. “Until next time.”

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