Emerging, a short story.

27 Mar

Today she will dance. She will have her chance to prove her devotion. Her servitude. Her heart races with the clattering of the rain, often times skipping a beat. Her lower lip quivers, biting it; she attempted to control the urges deep inside her soul. She has trained for this day. She has begged him to take her countless times. She closes her eyes, attempting to calm her soul. The faint sound of her phone startles her. She fumbles at his words.

You are mine. The day has come; I will give you what you have desired for so long. Please prepare yourself for me. This time, I will be touching you. Safe travels.

Her body aches with pleasure, her heart aches with fear.  She moistens her lips with delicate sips of water, savoring each drop. A trickle of warmth escapes from her sex. She knows it must be done. She removes her thong with grace, careful not to draw attention to herself. She buries her wet silk in her purse and positions herself to gently lower onto her anal obsession, taking it all in. Breathing heavy, her pale skin flushed. She clinches her muscles, filled with a weight of anticipation. Collecting her thoughts, mindful of those around her, she relaxes once again.

You will be arriving shortly. You will recognize me from the look in my eyes. My firm hand extended. I look forward to our time.

His firm hand extended indeed. Without a doubt, a statue of confidence and dignity. She immediately walks to him, her body a magnet to his hand.  Not a word was said, as if she has done this countless times. He leads her to the car. Pressing into her body, she feels his erection. Her breathing speeds up, her eyes fixated on the man she is yearning to please. Relax. Welcome to real.

His features so chiseled, his voice so calm. Soft spoken he tells her of his home. Makes idle chatter. Questions flood her mind. Wetness floods her thighs. She has been so brave, he has seen her from afar countless of times. Invaded her in the crudest of ways, she has licked her own mess, brought herself to orgasm, fucked her own arse, why the nerves now? It was so easy before.  Tears begin to cool her cheeks. Her body trembles. She is on edge of losing control, or has she already? His firm hand guides her eyes to his. Breathe, I have you. I will not give you more that you can take. She smiles just enough; he knows she is ok. She has never been a slave. She has begged for months. She wants to be owned.   He has dreamed of a slave for as long as he can remember. He knows it is in her heart. He feels it in her soul. Her eagerness from millions of miles away has impressed him from the start. He has spent countless hours molding her for his use. Could he do this? He has but one dilemma. In order for him to master her, he must possess the undeniable urge to walk away from his true love to for fill his dominance.

She knows his expectations. She tells herself this is nothing new. He extends his hand once again to help her quivering body out of the car. This time her face inches away from his bulging cock. She attempts to lick her lips, drooling to the ground.

Ah, always a mess aren’t you pet? Prepare yourself in the entry way, I will be in.

 This is your reward. I trust you will not let me down. I want it all out, I will choose what I want to use, when I will use it, and how.

She walks in the hallway, much to her dismay they are not alone. A stunning woman in ordinary clothes is sitting at a small table. Long hair flowing across her shoulders, perfect skin reflecting in the sun. She glances up and continues her read, as if she sees nothing. This woman has merely existed for years. Unaware of her beauty. Oblivious to her sexuality. Tamed and controlled.   Before she knew what she was doing, she was a breathtaking portrait of beauty. On her knees, legs spread, palms up, offering herself. Her mind.  Her body.  Her soul.  Instantly she becomes focused. She begins her task.  She carefully arranges each object just right. Immediately aroused by the smell of the latex cock. The feel of the rope between her fingers is soothing yet chilling all in one. The weight of the cuffs and chains proves to be overwhelming.  She is transforming. Her breathing slows as her senses ignite. The simple wooden spoon has made her cringe. The leather crop has her clit protruding. The feel of it along her bald pussy sends waves of pleasure throughout her changing being.  She knows she must not cum. She has not been given permission. She waits. Staring. Imagining.  Terrified and riveted with excitement. Her senses are heightened. She hears a chain drop a sweet melody onto the floor. She faces the wall, sees nothing. Time stands still. His words echo through her mind, only he is not speaking with her. She is silent. Captivated by his presence.

Footsteps approach. The latex cock is pressed against the wall. He grabs her neck, leads her to the cock, forcing her to take it all. She moans. Squirms. Her mouth watering cunt wet as she takes in this cock. His restrained cock is set free. He is pleased with her excitement. Soaks his cock in her juices removes her plug and invades her arse. Forcing her to take the phantom cock deep in her throat as his own claims her ass. She trembles. Her sex aches like never before.

Good girl taking my cock. I will count to 10 and you will cum.

Drooling, gagging, her mouth filled,her arse violated. She is driven. He is using her body for his pleasure and she craves more. Her release explosive.

Again, slut.

Never being referred to as a slut before she begins to work harder, she gets even wetter. Gagging  more. Choking on the dildo as he plunges into her ass. Taking her over and over. Filling her holes. Giving into her darkest desires, for filling his every need like never before.  Her body spent. His just warming up.  He carries her to his room.

Lays her back and becomes mesmerized in her every breath. Watching the rise and fall of her chest, he leans in and whispers in her ear “I am proud of you”. Instantly a wave of heat and pleasure overcomes her.  She is lost in his skill. Her seductive moves are beyond sexy. His passion for her is ignited, a flame that has been dim for too long. He glides his tongue along her folds and works her over as if that pussy were his own. She is luscious. Her hips buck, her mouth drops, his tongue dips inside her as she cums once more. Thrilled by her reaction, the dance continues.


 He has given her a gift of surrender. She has given him her mind. She has released her soul. He has cherished her body.


8 Responses to “Emerging, a short story.”

  1. Romantic Dominant March 27, 2013 at 1:38 pm #

    Superbly done

  2. hotlilmess March 27, 2013 at 1:47 pm #

    A big risk for me. Learning to be brave. Thank you for being so kind. 🙂

  3. HusDom March 27, 2013 at 7:18 pm #

    Wow hotlilmess! Wow!

    I am certainly not the literary expert but that story is incredible indeed. It is as though I was there with her.

    You have me wanting to know more about the origin of her story and I can hardly wait for the rest of the story as well.


    • hotlilmess March 27, 2013 at 8:40 pm #

      Thank you so very much. i am so excited to hear that it was worth your time. Thank you again for reading and commenting.

  4. HusDom March 27, 2013 at 7:19 pm #


    Both pictures were perfectly fitting for the story.

    Great picks on the pics!


    • hotlilmess March 27, 2013 at 8:41 pm #

      Thank you. The slave pic is an all time favorite. Thank you again for reading and commenting.

  5. Love's Little Slut April 11, 2013 at 12:25 pm #

    Beautiful well written you have a way with words

  6. hotlilmess April 11, 2013 at 3:28 pm #

    Thank you, glad you enjoyed!

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