THE MASTER'S HOUSE: FANTASY
I arrived at my Master's house in a state of confusion as to why I was there and
what quirk of fate had brought my destiny to this point. Why was I here with my
eyes covered and my hands tied before me? A short but fierce struggle some time
ago had relieved me of my clothing, then I was led up a spiral staircase with
butter soft carpeting. So soft that my knees would be unharmed by my crawling
on it. Strangely enough, I felt no real terror, only a calm acceptance. I knew
the drill. I'd done it before, just never like this. Never this... abruptly.
No unnecessary force was used on me, even to remove my clothes. They commanded,
I refused, so they held me down and cut them off of me. The Handlers, all three
of them, did it matter-of- factly, in the least amount of time. I never really
had time to fear much and I knew in my heart that I was reasonably safe.
The strangest thing I felt was a tingly excitement. Here I had no control. I
was not in command. The loss of control and responsibility would have panicked
anyone else in my position, but not me. I'd been trained for this. All that I
felt was a fluttering in my heart and the hair between my legs becoming damp
with anticipation. The handlers stopped and I heard the massive doors swinging
open and a gentle breeze against my ear. I turned my head in the direction of
the breath of air and felt a hand in my hair. Pulling my face forward.
You know better than that. Felix said that you were well behaved. I have yet
to see it. Rebellious at every turn. Disobedient, Insolent." Anger in his
tone, scaring me.
"I wasn't prepared!" I pleaded and felt another hand on the back of my neck,
forcing my face down to the carpet. A savage voice rose above me.
"Silence! You will speak only when spoken too! Do you understand?" I nodded.
A hard strap across my shoulders and an even harder voice over my head
punctuated the point. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." I cupped my hands around his calf and laid my face against
his foot. Not trying to raise his ire anymore than it already was.
"That's better. No lasting harm will come to you if you do what you are told."
I backed away and kept my head down. "We'd better bind her." I felt them taking
my wrists and tying them together with fur-lined handcuffs. The handler behind
my head slipping a blindfold over my eyes. I tried vainly to pull away and was
quickly secured. Lips sealed. Strength waning from my arms. I stiffened as I
heard a new voice, dark and demanding.
"Is there a problem here?" The footsteps came nearer to me on the carpet,
circling me like a shark. The hard hands released me and I huddled into myself.
I felt fear then. Tremors that shook my arms and legs. A small cry came from me
as I heard the footsteps stop. He was standing in front of me. I could feel
him. Smell that powerful male animal smell. I know he knelt before me because
I caught a quick breath of his cologne in my nose. Suddenly I felt a soft hand
against my face.
I jerked away, bringing my hands to my face to take off the blindfold. He
stopped me, his hands holding mine gently. A short laugh came from him, as he
patted me.
"No, no, little novice. You're alright. No one will hurt you, now." I am a
novice, I wanted to scream. Why are they being so needlessly brutal too me? I
don't understand, but all that came out was a plea for mercy.
"Please, please don't..." That did it, something shattered inside me and I was
broken open. My fingers curled around his forearms and I let him move me. The
first friendly touch that I had felt in this place was not anything I wanted to
lose at this point.
"You men may go now. I will deal with you later." I heard the doors close,
softly. "Stand up, child." I did and let him lead me sideways. I felt a bed
against my knee and hesitated. "They were not supposed to frighten you. Come
on, lay down." I did it, not wanting to make him as angry as I had made the
rest of them. He took my bound hands and secured them over my head to a short
leash. I curled away from him into myself in abject misery, hearing him near
the bed, removing his clothes. Sound of zippers and buttons. The soft fall of
fabric. The Master sat on the bed and started loosening my limbs. Insistently
turning me back over. His fingers roving over my arms and legs. Slowly I was
being opened to this faceless strangers gaze. One long finger exploring the
apex of my thighs and the secret valley hidden there. I trembled as his hand
moved lower, just skirting the clitoris, the vagina. Resting between my open
legs at the small nether opening. A small pressure made me cry out. Sweat
breaking out all over my skin. Fighting with myself not to struggle. No
movement from him, just the sound of my harsh breathing in the still air. "Has
anyone been here before?" He meant my ass and I shook my head vigorously.
"No, Master." Terrible to be asked to speak after coming back from the
detachment that I carefully cultivated for myself in my own mind. A chant going
over and over in my head to accept and not struggle. Fear like a knot inside
me. He withdrew and left the bed. Telling me to be still. For some moments he
was gone, leaving me alone with my fear. When he came back, he lay over me.
His knees keeping my legs apart. He guided his dick into my womanhood and
buried it deeply within. Moving in and out. Deeply plunging to the gate of my
womb. Bruising my deep well with his body, thoughtlessly. I could feel the
effects of my helplessness on my core. My release starting to build as it always
did when I was over-powered and helpless. I fought it in shame not wanting to
cum in the arms of a nameless, faceless stranger. I knew that he would be
watching me. Assessing my responses to his touch. Could he see my struggle?
His voice captured my attention. The words that were so important and that
sometimes meant everything. "Felix, told me that you would not resist my
possession of you, little novice." He increased his pace, making me gasp and
bite my lips. "The blindfold would terrify you. The whip would soften you and
the sex would keep you under restraint. You are mine. Every opening, every
crevice. You will do whatever I tell you. You will cum in my arms without
knowing my name or seeing my face. Knowing only the feel of my flesh spearing
yours. My hands on your skin and you will do it right now." I was too well
trained not to obey the insistent command in his tone. I came beneath him.
Quaking in reaction. Breath frozen in my chest. Making low noises. "There we
go, good girl." He whispered. In several more thrusts he came inside me.
Pulsing against my womb, moving spasmodically. Finally collapsing on top of me.
He pulled out of me as the last of his orgasm left him. Cupping my breasts.
Moving so his chest was against my back. His now flaccid organ resting between
my thighs. I entertained a small hope that he would remove my blindfold so I
could see him and wept quietly when I realized that he would not. He whispered
into my hair, making me shiver.
"You show submission well. If you bear punishment as well. Everything will be
okay with us. Rest now with my consent. Tomorrow is soon enough for other
activities." My mind was a confusing whirl of formless thoughts. Maddening. I
took deep calming breaths, struggling for control of my emotions. My hands
resting against my face as if in prayer. I accepted my helplessness and lack of
control. The Master, my Master, had a big house full of handlers trained to
subdue me. I had no other option. "Rest, little novice. You'll need your
sleep." I sighed and fell into a deep exhausted sleep. That was how I met my
Master.
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Jon liked it when he read it. Hot off the press, so to speak. My pen still
warm from my fingers. My mouth working his organ to climax, as he read.
Perfect timing, we both finished our tasks at the same time. His reading, and
my oral ministrations. Excellent. I still didn't get to come though. Damn.
