Repossessed – 12

i am so shocked, so scared, i start shaking, my heart’s racing, and i think i’m gonna die, right there.  i can’t believe this is happening ~ whatever this is ~ i don’t know who or why, and omigod, am i in trouble?

Someone’s hands tug at the mask that blinds me, other hands push them away, Master’s voice breaks through the babble of voices around me.  “Easy,” he says, “easy, it’s ok.  Let me wrap you up here,” and the blanket is draped around me, he releases my arms, and  helps me sit up.

i sit, my feet dangling over the edge of the platform, pressed close to his body, then he removes the mask.  He is standing in front of me, so all i can see is his shirt, and i’m ok with that.  The voices around me fall silent.

Then i peek to one side and omg ~ it’s that man ~ the one who sold me the chance on a new life,  the one who showed up in my bedroom to whisk me away.  What.  the Fuck.  What now??

He bows to me, just a half-bow, and says, “I’m so sorry ~ I didn’t want to do this like this ~ so abruptly ~ but he left me no choice, this one didn’t,” and he nods to Master.

“And I’m sorry too,” says Master, who stands so close, i can see his chest rise and fall with his breath.  “I thought I had time, I didn’t think it would happen this fast.”

“What?!” i say.  “WHAT are you talking about?”  i realize that i’m talking, and hold my breath for a second, expecting the wrath of Master to fall on me.  When nothing happens, i’m even more confused, and angry.   i’ve been snatched from my home and spent time in some ~ some ~ i don’t even know what it was ~ some kind of harem ~ and then i get brought here and ~ and ~

“WHAT?” i say, “What are you doing?  What have you done to me?”  And i burst into tears.

i cry for a long time, someone brings me Kleenex and Master wipes my eyes. i cry some more.    Finally, with a last sob, i manage to stop.  i wipe at my face with the stupid mitten things on my hands, and he holds the kleenex so i can i blow my nose.

He’s still patting me too.   As if that can help.  i’ve never felt so lost and miserable and alone ever before.

i push him away, and he lets me.  i try to wrap the blanket around me, but i can’t do anything with the mittens on.  i’m about to start crying again when he realizes the problem, and unties the little strings to take the mittens off me.  i clasp the blanket tightly.

i take a deep breath.  Another.  And look around.

Men.  And women.  Nelda and Joy, and men i don’t know.  Master.  And the man who made all this happen.  i look at him.  “Why is this happening?” i ask.  “Please ~ i don’t understand any of it.”

“It’s hard to explain,” he says, “but I’ll try.  My name is Qadar.”  i don’t really understand ~ “Cutter?’ i say, “That’s your name?”

He nods and smiles, “That’s close. Some people say it more like, “Gutter,” but you’re close enough.  And my name doesn’t matter.  You may remember me ~”

And i interrupt him, angry all over again, “O, yes,” i say, “i remember you.  You sold me a chance on a new life.  i thought you just needed money and had made up a funny way to ask for a hand-out.  That’s what i thought.  Next thing i know…” i shake my head.  “This makes no sense.”

“No,” he says, “Of course it doesn’t.  Let me try to explain.  My job is to find people who are not living the life that suits them.  The life you had ~ it wasn’t right for you.  You have gifts that were not being used, you were not appreciated by the people around you, and you had little hope and few resources to make it different.  You remember, don’t you?”

i’m quiet for a minute, really looking back.  So much has happened so quickly that my “real” life seems far away and long ago.  i had been lonesome, dreadfully lonesome, and sad.  For a long time.  When i bought that chance on a new life, i really did want one.

Then i’m ashamed, ashamed that my life was so pitiful that i was ready to throw it away without knowing what was in store for me.  But Qadar says, “No, no, little one, it was not your fault, you were in the wrong place.  That’s why i was sent to you, you needed to leave.”

“Okay,” i say slowly, “okay, maybe i was.  But even then, that doesn’t explain what’s happening now.  You sent me here, now you want to take me away again?”

He nods, slowly and sadly.  “And for this, I am so very sorry.  I learned, after you had landed here, I learned that you were supposed to have gone to a different life.  This is not where you were supposed to go.”

“O.”  i am surprised.  Taken aback.  “But why not just say so?  Why go through all this ~ this drama?”

“Yeah, that’s my fault,” says Master.  “He told me you weren’t supposed to be here, but I didn’t believe him.  Still don’t.   I’ve trained a lot of slaves, that’s what I know about.  And you have the heart of a slave, you’re born for service.  I was telling the truth earlier.  You need to offer service like other people need to eat and sleep.  And I can train you to do that in ways that will be more satisfying and fulfilling than you can imagine.”

“But ~” i turn toward Qadar, who is shaking his head solemnly.

“That is why I had to go get the order,” he says.  “I knew that was the only way to stop him.  And I had to stop him.”  He glares at Jon when he says this, and Jon glares back.  “So now,” Qadar adds, “It’s up to you.   I’m supposed to move you to a different life, the one that was meant for you in the beginning.”

“But I think you should stay here,” says Master.

i ignore Master ~ and is he even Master anymore?

“Where will you take me?” i ask Qadar.

“Another life,” he says, and before i can ask him more, he says, “No, that’s all I can tell you.  I’m so sorry, that’s all I can tell you about another life.”

“Wait ~ no, you’re kidding me, right?  i can pick whether or not i want to stay here, but you won’t tell me what the other option is?”

“I’m so sorry, but no, I can’t tell you.  And now, because he” (glaring at Master) “has started to bond with you, you have to choose.  I can’t just take you away like I did the first time.”

“Omg, you have GOT TO be frigging kidding me!  i have to choose between an unknown life and this?”

“Yes,” Qadar nods solemnly.  Master is nodding too.

“But ~ when do i have to decide?”

“Well, pretty much now,” Qadar says.  “If not, I will have to send you back to your former life and that would be a tragic waste.  Even staying here would be better than that.  So, it is up to you.  But it’s midnight now, you must decide before sunrise.”

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This story has been passed from slave to slave, handed down through the centuries, but the ending was lost ages ago.   No one knows if slave girl 248 was allowed to ask any other questions before making her decision, or what she decided, or whether she lived happily ever after  ~ or not.  For all i know, she couldn’t decide at all, and was sent back to her miserable little first life, although I don’t like to think that could have happened.

No, I have my own ideas about what might have happened, but i want to ask you  ~ what do you think she chose?  What would you choose?

Tonight’s the Night…

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL MY BLOGGING BUDDIES!!

(Yes, i’ll be back later with Part 12 of Repossessed.)

Repossessed – Part 11

i am still savoring these odd feelings when Master says, “So i think we’ll just play with her a bit tonight.  See how quickly she catches on to obedience training, and whether she has a talent for giving pleasure.”

“Here,” he says, placing his hands at my waist, “I’m going to lift you up on a platform.”  And he does, lifts me straight up off the ground and sets me on some kind of platform.  It’s padded and covered in some soft material, not uncomfortable.  He swings my legs up too, and “You have plenty of room,’ he says, “as long as you follow directions.  Now, Sit.”  i am tentative at first, trying to get my legs under me in the right position, and it’s not easy with my hands tied behind my back, but then i feel hands securing me on the other side and i realize that i am really quite safe, at least they won’t let me fall off this platform.

i manage to get in position and there are hands stroking me, even as Master says, “Good slave,” i feel hands on my back, caressing down to my ass.  “Open,” someone says, and i spread my knees wider, open my mouth a bit.

“Good slave,” then a finger, two fingers in my mouth, probing me, and i burn with pleasure, sucking lightly, teasing with my tongue.

“Sit pretty,”says Master, he presses the small of my back so i sit straighter, pats my tummy so i suck in a bit.  “Yes,” he says, stroking a breast, “Good slave, very pretty.  Now ~ Down.”  i am distracted and it takes me a second or two to realize what that means, and then i hesitate, i don’t want to do that, i really don’t ~ and then i know i have to, but it’s too late ~~

a hand on the back of my neck presses me forward and down, hands raise my ass, someone holds my ankles and i hear a “whsssssh” as something sizzles through the air, strikes a stinging pain across my ass and i cry out… trembling, ass raised high in the air, still burning where the crop or switch or whip had landed.  Head pressed to the ground.

Master’s voice, firm, “Too slow,” he says, his hand strokes my hair, “that’s ok, you’ll learn.  Now ~ Stay.”  i am mentally bracing myself for more pain, but this time there are hands caressing, touching my breasts, teasing my nipples, hands between my legs, rubbing my clit, fingers inside me pressing deep, right there ~ that spot ~ that one ~ o, o, o ~ and i know i’m going to cum and Master’s voice, close to my ear, says, “Cum, cum now slave,” and i do ~ o, i cum like a house on fire, cum like i’m never going to stop, moaning with pleasure as i go over the top ~~~ and come trembling back down again…  still in position.

“Good slave,” he says.  “Now, rest.  Stay just as you are, yes, ass up just like that.  We won’t fuck you tonight, but i want you to offer yourself.”  His words stir something inside me, but i don’t have words to explain it, not even now, and certainly not then.  i want to offer myself too, and i might want them to fuck me, but am somehow grateful to know they won’t.  “We might let you use your mouth,” he adds, “But only if you ask, and maybe not even then.  We’ll see.”

And of course when he says that, i do want to, i want to suck his cock in the same way that i’ve sucked ~ his fingers? were they his fingers?  But like that, i want to do that to his cock.

“Rest,” he says.  He unfastens the clip holding my wrist cuffs, keeping my arms pinned behind my back.  He reattaches them to the platform ~ i am still quite secure, but more comfortable.  “Stay.”  Someone puts a cover over my shoulders, it doesn’t cover my ass at all, but feels good.

People are still nearby, i can hear them drinking, even talking, but they seem very far away.

“Hear, lift your head,” i think it is Nelda’s voice, Nelda’s hands that help me raise up enough to sip some water through a straw.  She puts my head back in position when she’s done.

Time passes, i may have dozed.  i don’t know how i can do that, here and now, but i am pulled back when i hear Master say, “No.  No butt plugs tonight.  It’s just too soon.”

i feel hands on me again, and that rouses me.  Awakens me and stirs me into heat again.  “Here,” someone raises my torso, places something ~ some kind of round bolster ~ beneath me.  My ass is still higher than my torso, but not as much.

Hands are stroking me, it’s soothing, and sensual, and i’m relaxing into it, i can’t help it… it feels so good.  So i am shocked to hear a voice say ~~

“Stop.  Stop now.  I have a cease and desist order.  This stops immediately.”

i’m a slug

i’m a slug today ~ didn’t feel well yesterday, and didn’t feel any better today.  Nothing dreadfully wrong with me, a little bit sick at my stomach, body aches, just feeling yukky.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, i was married to someone who wasn’t actually dominant, but anyhow, that’s a different story.  He was real in touch with physical aspects of the universe.  When my knee was bothering me, he could fix it, which i thought was pretty magical.  It would stay “fixed” for a long time too.

Anyhow.   When i would feel like this, which i do maybe once a year ~ twice in a tough year ~ he had this thing he’d do.  He’d say, “Come here, I’m going to give you a massage.”  i’d lie down across the bed, and he’d start out gentle but firm, and pretty soon, he’d be pounding on me.  I’d start complaining ~ and laughing ~ “No!  i didn’t want a mean massage!!  Not the mean massage!!”

It didn’t hurt but it wasn’t the sensual massage i’d thought i was getting.  It was effective though.  It was like it woke my body up and instead of feeling lethargic and half-sick, i’d be energized and ready to start functioning again.

Yeah.  So i was just thinking about that, and trying to figure out how to give myself a mean massage…

Repossessed – Part 10

i awaken to the sound of a bell ~ like you might hear in a Buddhist temple.  As i open my eyes, i see Joy standing beside the cage.

“Hey,” she says.  “Time to wake up.  Stretch a little bit, drink some water.  Do you need to pee?”

i nod, a bit dismayed.  “Come on then, ” she says, opening the cage door.  “Whenever you’re ready.  We’ve got a few minutes, but they’ve decided to play with you now rather than later.  We don’t want to keep them waiting.  Are you hungry?”

i am, but i am afraid that she will feed me herself, or make me eat off a bowl on the floor, so i shake my head no.

When i am ready, she cleans me up a bit in the bathroom.  She leaves the mittens and socks on my feet, and she attaches a new set of cuffs to my wrists and ankles.  These are made of soft rope and feel almost silky.  The collar she puts on me is made of the same rope, tied in beautiful knots that are quite decorative around my neck.

She leads me to the mirrors and says, “Look.  See how lovely you are?  When you come back, when they have finished with you tonight, you will be even more lovely.  You will have begun to learn how to serve, and that makes a slave more beautiful.”

i am surprised how much her words touch me ~ i feel my heart softening, as if i am opening to her, and i don’t object when she strokes my ass, turning me so i can see the marks that are still there.  She strokes my nipples too, with an open palm, until they are quite hard and i’m barely able to hold back my whimpers.   In fact, she doesn’t stop until my breathing has become quite ragged and a moan escapes me.

i have not seen myself with my pussy shaved until now, and i am fascinated and embarrassed.  She runs her palm over the skin, which makes me shudder with pleasure.  She laughs, “I bet you’re already wet too, but no time for that now, come on, Heel.”

She is so right, and i worry a bit that the wetness between my legs will drip down my thighs, but there is no way to prevent it, and Joy is moving too quickly for me to worry about it.  The socks i’m wearing are a bit slick and i have to pick my feet up and put them down carefully to keep from sliding, so that takes my attention off the heat of my pussy and my desire for release.

Part way down the hall, she stops, and i do too.  “Stay,” she says, moving behind me quickly, attaching the cuffs on my wrists together behind me.  This pulls my shoulders back, thrusts my breasts forward.  Then she pulls a piece of cloth out of her pocket and puts it over my head, tugging it down so my eyes are covered.  The mask, for that’s what it is, shuts out all of the light, but allows me to breathe easily, and leaves my mouth accessible.

“Stay,” she says again, and i can hear her moving away from me.  i’m shocked to hear myself giggle ~ but really, i think, stay?  When i’m blindfolded, hands bound and no way to free myself, and slippery frigging socks on my feet so i’d probably fall smack on my face if i tried to move?  That’s funny.  Almost funny anyhow.

i don’t know how long i stand there.  It seems like forever, but maybe not more than a few minutes.

i sense his presence before he touches me, maybe i hear his footsteps.  But i know he is there, Master, beside me, and then i can feel his breath on my neck, and quickly, his hands, grasping my braid.

“Stay,” he says, and his voice is low and warm, i was not moving before, and now i’m completely immobile.  i have probably quit breathing.

His hands are firm on my shoulders.   “You’ll be on a short leash,” he says, “beside me more than behind me.  I know we haven’t practiced this yet, it’s ok  Just stay with me, we don’t have far to go.”

He attaches the leash to my collar, but he’s holding it almost at the collar, and it’s easier than i’d expected to stay with him, even without being able to see.

We turn, walk, turn again and i have no idea where i am, but i think i can hear other people breathing.  He lets go of the leash and it dangles down between my breast, falling right to the top of my pussy.

“This is slave girl 248,” he says, obviously talking to whoever else is in the room.  “She’s essentially untrained, other than a few simple commands we’ve taught her today.  Let’s see how well she does with those,” then, “slave, Open,” he says.

i am reeling at the idea of being slave girl 248 ~ is that how many slaves there are?  How many he’s had?  Does he still have them in cages somewhere?” but the way he says “slave,” gets my attention, and when he says “open,” it registers and i part my lips, licking them a little, and open my legs.

i can feel movement around me, hear people close, and then hands on my breasts, another hand slides between my legs, “very wet,” says a man’s voice, withdrawing the fingers that had made me gasp with surprise and whimper with longing.

“Yes,” says Master, “She has only been allowed to cum once, and she is a complete slut, constantly aroused.”  i flush with embarrassment and wish i could disappear, but ~

“Oh, that’s good,” says another voice, and “that makes it so much better,” says still another.

“She doesn’t know her nature at all either,” says Master, “she’s completely ignorant of how much she needs to serve to feel fulfilled and satisfied and she doesn’t seem to have a clue that she is also meant for pleasure.”

i am standing there, quite naked, in front of i-don’t-even-know-how-many- strangers, and his words fill me with wonder.  Instead of shame, i am curious ~ i want to understand ~ and i feel, maybe, just a hint of pride.

Repossessed – Part 9

They take me to a different room – not the one with cages.  It is part locker room and part a huge shower, apparently, with chairs like a spa and tables like a doctor’s office, mirrors, lots of full length mirrors at one end of the room, it’s too much to take in at once, and they give me no time to just look around.   Jorge removes my bra, and Mika takes my shoes off, kneeling at my feet to do it.  i am a bit unsteady, and Jorge holds my shoulders until she’s finished.

They examine me then, facing me towards a wall, they run their hands over my body, rubbing, massaging, sometimes gently sometimes not so much.  i moan with pleasure a couple of times, which makes Jorge laugh and say, “She is already hot, isn’t she?  We’ll have to be careful not to let her cum.”

i’m embarrassed and resolve not to make any more noise.

They stroke the welts on my ass, and comment on what a lovely spanking that must have been.  They make me lie down on my back to examine my pussy, touching carefully, commenting on my swollen clit, remarking again how easy it would be to cause me to cum.  Fingers penetrate me, and i cry out, but they do not take me over the edge, the orgasm is elusive.   They tug on the hair on my pussy.  This hurts.  And feels good.

“So, let’s begin,” says Jorge.  They help me up, and move me to another room.  This one has a large sink, a toilet, and a padded bench fairly low to the ground.   Jorge has me lie down on the bench, or rather kneel, with my ass raised high.  Mika is running water at the sink.  Jorge clips my collar to a ring in the bench, wrist cuffs are pulled behind my back and fastened, the clips on my ankle cuffs are attached to some chain as well.   i am effectively pinned, i cannot move.

Mika approaches and Jorge spreads my butt cheeks, i feel something ~ it’s thin, and cool ~ sliding into my asshole, and by the time i realize what they’re doing ~ well ~ “NO!’ i say, and i would have jerked away, i would have gotten up, but of course i can’t.   i can’t even turn my head.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” says Mika, stroking my leg, “It’s just an enema, it won’t hurt you it will get you all cleaned out.  Just relax, it won’t take long.”

But it seems to take forever, and i think the humiliation is overwhelming, but of course it is nothing compared to how i feel when they let me up to void myself.  i am on the toilet for a long time.  They turn their heads away a bit, and i am grateful for that, and then i am grateful for the bidet that i had not noticed.  They wipe me first, and clean me carefully, working together to make it a quick and smooth process.  My urge to orgasm seems to have left for the moment and i’m grateful for that too.

The enema is just the beginning ~ they wax my legs, and trim the hair on my pussy with tiny scissors.  Then they wax my pussy, a process that makes me scream a couple of times and leaves me swollen, but somehow turns me on again.   Mika laughs as her fingers touch the sticky wetness between my thighs, “Jon is going to enjoy this one, isn’t he?”

Jorge grins too, “No doubt.  Does he want her plugged at all?”  Mika penetrates my asshole, easy enough to do since i’m still splayed out on the exam table, feet strapped into the stirrups.   “She’s really tight there,” she says, “but I’ll check with him before we do that.”

The shower stall is next, and my arms are spread wide, as are my legs, again, cuffs are attached to rings in the wall.  It’s an interesting contraption, or would be if someone other than me were in it.  Mika and Jorge stand outside the shower stall so they don’t get wet, and there are sleeve -like devices embedded in the sides of the stall, sponges and wash cloths and scrub brushes attached to them.

So i’m standing in this shower and they just slide an arm into the sleeve and use an array of scrubbers and sponges, reaching every part of my body, while standing comfortably outside the shower.    And i can’t move.

It is ~ not unpleasant, actually.  Dreadfully odd, but not painful.  Even a bit, you know, arousing at times.

They rinse me with shower nozzles that spray me from all directions – even from the ground up.

After that, it gets even crazier.  A couple of other women arrive, i don’t know what their names are, we are not introduced.  i am dried and massaged with lotion from head to toe, which is kind of lovely, and kind of strange.  So many hands on me.

They strap me into a chair, tilt the chair back, and wash my hair.  Mika dries and brushes my hair, the other two do my nails, fingers and toes, applying a deep red polish that in my former life might have been called “slut red.”

It is soothing.  Relaxing.  i feel pampered and cared for.  Mika’s touch on my hair is rhythmic and gentle, there is music playing now, softly, and i sigh.  Content.  i feel content.

i don’t want them to stop.

But.  Eventually ~

~ they do.  My hair is braided.  My feet are covered with soft socks, little ribbons tied around my ankles.  Mittens on my hands ~ well, not mittens exactly, more like a soft cotton bag, it ties around my wrists.  Breasts and pussy massaged with warm, lightly scented oil.  i am purring..  i can’t help it.

“Come,” says Mika smiling.  “You are to nap now.”

She leads me across the hall, back to the room with the cages.  i want to feel angry and indignant, but i’m tired.  She leads me to the toilet first, then unlocks the door to the cage.

There is a mattress on the floor and a blanket.

She nods her head and gestures for me to go in.  “Lie down,” she says.  “You don’t have to sleep, but you need to rest.

i know that if i don’t walk in, they will force me in.  i take a couple of steps forward, and the door closes behind me.  i hear the lock ~ the lock sliding into place, CLICK, it sounds like a gunshot, it sounds like forever.

Mika says, “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe, we can see you on the camera,” and she points above the cage, “And hear you.  You may sleep, or lie quietly.  Do not touch yourself, or you’ll be punished.  I’ll be back when it’s time for you to get up.”

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While the slave girl sleeps, Master and the strange man who had sold her the chance on a new life are talking.   The man, whose name is Qadar, is clearly upset, gesticulating angrily.  Master appears calmer, but keeps shaking his head firmly, “no.”  Nelda and Joy watch from a distance, but they are not close enough to hear what they’re saying.

That Time of Year

It’s that time of year and today is the last day!

No, the world is not ending.  But it’s the last day to nominate your favorite sex blogs for the Top 100 Sex Bloggers list ~ i almost missed it.  Some of my favorite blogs are gone, or have gone private, or aren’t eligible, and that makes me sad, but there were still plenty left to nominate.  i did my list yesterday, and had to go back and add to it a couple of times.

If you want to nominate a blog or two ~ or ten, here’s the link:   http://www.betweenmysheets.com/nominations-2014

Repossessed – Part 8

“Up,” he says, and i raise my torso.  i am embarrassed to look at him, but “Good girl,” he says, and that makes me smile.  i am eager for his next order ~ will he fuck me or take my mouth or what?

i’m surprised when he says, “Come on.  Let’s go back to the house,” but still hopeful.  Maybe he just wants a more comfortable space?  Dismayed when he adds, “The groomers will be here soon, and you’ll feel better when you’re clean and shaved and all that.”

“Heel,” he says, and i fall into place, about three steps behind him.  Close enough that i can hear him talking about the grounds, the walking trails that we’ll explore, pointing out the different kinds of trees.  “That’s a birch tree,” he says, “And that one’s hickory, we have lots of those, they make the best kind of switches.  When you’ve earned the use of your hands, you’ll be allowed to come pick your own switch when you’re to be punished.”

i am stunned, i had not realized ~ not quite realized ~ that i am not allowed to use my hands, although now that he’s said it, of course it’s obvious.    Sheesh.  Not for food or water, not even to wipe myself.  i wonder how long it will take me to earn those ~ privileges?  Are they privileges?  And “allowed to pick my own switch?”  Is that a privilege too?

i’m frowning, worried, and my pace has slowed, i’m no longer right behind him.  i look up to see he’s stopped and is waiting for me to catch up.  i take a few quick steps and stop about three paces away, but he motions me closer.  He takes my hair – the braid that falls down my back – in one hand and tilts my head back so my face is turned up to him.  He looks at me for a long moment.

“You’re worried,” he says, “and there’s no need to be.  I wish I could reassure you, it will all be ok.  But I know you have to experience that for yourself.”  He release my hair and smiles ruefully.  “Head down,” he says.  i bend at the waist, the way he showed me before ~ pause ~ and his hand descends on my ass, hard and sharp.  i cry out, and ~ yes, my pussy clenches.  And throbs.

“No more lollygagging around, worrying,” he says.  “I know this isn’t a training walk, but you’ve done plenty of walking to heel, i expect you to keep up.  Heel.”  And he takes off again.

i promise myself that i will think about this later, when i’m not under such scrutiny.  An image of the cage comes to mind, but i push it away.  i need to focus on following Master.

In the kitchen again, a man and a woman i haven’t seen before are sitting at the table drinking coffee or tea or something from mugs.   Master settles himself at the table and Joy brings him a mug as well.  He points to the floor beside his chair and says, “Sit.”  Without even looking at me.  Just “Sit.”

i remember the spanking, so i go down on my knees pretty quickly, rocking back on my heels.  He strokes my head.  Joy brings the water bowl, with the special straw, and places it on the floor beside me.  Master glances down at me and gives my head a last pat, “Go ahead.  Drink.” he says, “Drink your water.”

i hesitate, can i pick it up?  i’m pretty sure i can’t, pretty sure i’m not supposed to, but really, does he expect me to lean down there and drink from it on the floor?  The conversation has stopped, everyone’s attention is on me, and i’m frozen, i don’t know what to do.

Joy saves me, bustling over and saying, “Poor thing, you tell her to drink and she hasn’t been trained on how to do anything yet!”  She squats down beside me,  “Look sweetie, the straw is right here.  All you have to do is bend over ~ and your arms are free, so you can even brace yourself, like this.”  And she takes my arms and tugs gently, showing me how to lean over the water bowl so my mouth can easily reach the straw.  “There you go,” she says, standing back up.

i start to drink ~ i am really thirsty ~ but i feel Master’s hands on my hips.  “Stay right where you are,” he says, “When you’re in this position, you ass should be raised a bit, here, just like this.  Not so high in the air that you look like you’re waving it around but right here, so your pussy’s available.”  He touches me there when he says it, and it’s a good think i’ve stopped drinking or i might have choked on the water.  i am soooo damn hot, i want to push back and rub myself on his hand til i come.  But he moves his hand and taps my ass lightly, “Good girl,” he says.  “When you’ve had enough to drink, you may sit again.”

They take their time with their coffee, i’m getting quite bored listening to them talk about people and events that i don’t know anything about.  Master strokes me from time to time and i can’t help shivering with pleasure at his touch.

Finally he says, “Well, I guess youall need to get started on my little slave here,  I know you know what to do, take good care of her.  She is really untrained, so we’re only punishing for clear disobedience right now.  Try to make sure you’ve given her clear instructions on what you want first, ok?”

Then to me he says, “Up.  Sit up.”  i straighten my body the way Nelda had showed me earlier, so i’m up straight instead of on my heels.  “Good girl!” he says, sounding surprised.  “Now, when i say ‘stand,’ bring your right leg out and put your foot on the ground – like this – and then rise to your feet as smoothly as you can.  Now, back on your knees, there you go, now.  Ready ~ Stand.”

i follow his instructions, trying to be graceful, and i guess he’s pleased because he smiles when he says, “Good girl.”  Then, “Now you need to go get groomed.  Jorge and Mika will be grooming you, you be a good girl and do everything they say.   I’ll see you later.”  And he taps me on the ass, again ~ which is still more painful than you would think.

“Heel,” says the man, Jorge, i suppose, and i step into place, Mika is behind me, and we start down the long hall.

Ugh

Binge eating last night, makes me feel so bad about myself afterwards.   Did some binge shopping too, although i didn’t think about it that way at the time, and i can use the stuff i bought, and i didn’t spend money i don’t have, but it wasn’t exactly in my plan either.  Anyhow.

It’s a new day.  Starting over.  

“I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls

with clean blood

and organized drawers.

I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests

at night when no one else is alive

or awake

however you choose to see it

and I live in my own flames

sometimes burning too bright and too wild

to make things last

or handle

myself or anyone else

and so I run.

run run run

far and wide

until my bones ache and lungs split

and it feels good.

Hear that people? It feels good

because I am the slave and ruler of my own body

and I wish to do with it exactly as I please”

― Charlotte Eriksson

i can’t say i feel like that exactly, but i like the sound of feeling that way.  If that makes any sense at all.  And even if it doesn’t.  

Repossessed – Part 7

Master is waiting for us in the kitchen, looking a bit impatient.  But he takes a moment to admire my tennis shoes and bra, making me turn slowly, and comments, “Nice job,” to Nelda.

“Come,” he says to me, and i approach him slowly, a bit nervous.  When i get close enough, he strokes my hair gently and i can’t help leaning into his hand.  With his other hand, he rubs my nipples, one at a time, first rubbing, then flicking, and then tugging.  i want to move away, but he has grasped my hair at the nape of my neck, right where my braid is.  i am held in place.

Unable to escape, i submit, and my pussy clenches, burning fiercely.  A moan escapes me.  He laughs, releases me, and smacks my ass  ~ which hurts more than you would expect, since it is still sore and tender!  “Here,” he says, and he unfastens my leash.  “I’m going to let you run off the leash for a while.  You just be sure to come when I call you.  Nelda, let me borrow your crop.  I don’t think I’ll need it, but if she decides to take off, I want to be able to handle it immediately.”

Nelda hands over her crop, and he lightly taps my leg with it.  “Heel,” he says, heading for the door.  He doesn’t wait to see if i’m following, but i don’t hesitate, i am right behind him.

It is warm and sunny, a beautiful day.   Strange to be outside so close to naked, but i’m almost getting used to it.  i follow Master to an area at a little distance from the house where there is a walking track.  “I’m going to walk a bit and run some,” he says, “but you don’t have to stay with me.  Walk or run or do whatever you want, as long as you stay in sight.”  He starts off at a slow jog and i follow for part of a lap, then i decide to take advantage of my relative freedom and i slow to a walk.

i want to think about what is happening to me, but i can’t seem to wrap my head around it.  i think i should be much more upset than i am.  So much has happened so quickly.  Just a week ago ~ maybe a week ago?  Recently anyhow, not that long ago, i was living my own mundane life.  A job i didn’t care for, no brothers or sisters, no children, both my parents deceased.  i had just moved to a new city, no close ties to anyone… bored and lonely.

So when the stranger knocked on my door and said he was selling chances on “a new life,” and they only cost $5.00, of course i bought one.   i thought it was a joke.  A scam.  “How will i know if i’ve won?” i said.

And he grinned, “Don’t worry, you’ll know!  Let’s just say you’ll be notified.”  And then he was gone, before i could ask him anything else, he was just gone.

Days went by.  i had forgotten about it.  Then that night ~

i wake up, not sure what’s awakened me, and lie there quietly for a minute.  When i open my eyes, i realize there is a shadow ~ a person ~ oh, the stranger is in my room!  Before i can say anything, or even scream, he says, “Come on!  You won!  Your new life starts now!”

i sit up on the edge of the bed, clutching my blankets, “What???  How did you ~ no, you’re crazy,” i say, “i’m not going anywhere with you.  Well, not until you tell me where we’re going.  Why should i trust you?”

He shakes his head.  “Silly.  It’s not about me.  It’s you.  You won.  You won the new life.  It’s not an option now.”

The room spins, i close my eyes, dizzy… it spins for a long time.  At last, it stops, i open my eyes and ~ well, i am not in Kansas anymore.

“Come!  Come here!”  His voice penetrates my fog of memories and i look up.  He is standing at the far end of the track.  He motions to me, “come,” and i start to move more quickly.  No time to think now.

i am almost running when i reach him.  He smiles, “Good girl,” and strokes my cheek.  The caress feels good.  He runs his hands down my back, stroking me with a gentle, firm hand, then moves to my front, stroking and rubbing my shoulders, upper arms, then my chest and my breasts.  His hand move over my nipples with the same cool touch as he had used for my back.  But i shudder.

He is gentle as he strokes my ass, “I know you’re sore back here,” he says, sounding almost apologetic.  His hands move to my front, stroking my pussy a bit more roughly.  As he parts the lips, touches the wetness  at my center, he penetrates me abruptly.  i cry out, but i press myself closer, allowing his fingers deeper access.  i wish i didn’t respond so easily.

He grins.  “So wet!” he says.  “What a good girl you are, all wet and ready.”

i think he is going to take me, and i am surprised to realize i’m quite ok with that, i am so very hot and yeah, i won’t mind if he decides to fuck me.  All this playing with my nipples and even the spanking i have received are making me almost unbearably needy.

He pulls his fingers out, takes a step back.  “Open,” he says.  i step out so my legs are more than shoulder width apart, and open my mouth a bit to allow him access if he wants it.  “Head down,” he says.  i bend my head forward, lowering it, but he laughs, “No, good try, good girl, but ‘head down’ means i want your head way down, bend at the waist, here,” and he bends me over so i can touch the ground with my hands.  He reaches behind me and his fingers, wet from my pussy, penetrate my ass.

i gasp ~ no one has done this before, and it’s ~ o ~ it’s uncomfortable and um ~ o, it’s ~ it feels um, kind of good and kind of bad and i don’t know what to make of it.  Then he removes his fingers and i sigh ~ with relief or a sense of loss, i don’t know which.