Just a fantasy

[dominatemeplease]

Originally Posted by cijababe

Oi - you two - find your own thread

Anyone for some more?

Oooops! Sorry Cija....Got a little carried away. But....had to occupy myself while waiting breathlessly for the next installment.

[Hearts & Roses]

I thought your story was really good also. My wife has fantasy's of which many I have written about but she also has several dark fantasy's as well. So you are not alone and keep it up as you are no different than a lot of women.

[cijababe]

Thanks for the comments - that's about as extreme as it gets for now, though I have some ideas.


It seems like a long time before Sir returns – I hear him first, and try to raise my head to see him, without success. I feel the straps on my thighs being unfastened and he silently helps me to sit up, offering me water again. He sits beside me, propping me up and putting a blanket around my shoulders, wiping my tears away and helping me to blow my nose and wipe away the stickiness on my lips and chin.

“That was just to demonstrate what will happen if you don’t cooperate fully” he says softly “I hope we don’t have to do anything like that again – those two really like to go to town on my pets if I let them.” He turns my face toward him and looks me in the eyes. “Do you think you can do as I say when I say?” I nod, still shaking but beginning to regain my composure.

“Yes Sir” He reaches behind me and unfastens my wrists

“Good girl – as I said, I want you to enjoy this and hopefully come back for more. If you look deep inside I’m sure you will find you do already – am I right?” I gulp and think hard

“I – I’m not sure” I quaver.

“It’s no shame to admit you like being dominated – and I’m sure you have fantasies about it – but not many are fortunate enough to live them out. I assure you I don’t just pick up anybody, I’ve been watching you for a while and know what you desire” He pauses and gives me the bottle of water “I provide a safe place for those fantasies – if at any time you really feel you want to stop, you can – that last part was just to convince you, push your boundaries a little – and you did enjoy it a little, didn’t you? You came, did you not?” I blush and nod. “OK, I think you deserve to clean up and have something to eat, and then we can have some more fun”

“Yes Sir, thankyou” I reply, shuddering as I feel a little chilled. He helps me to stand – my legs are shaky – and leads me out of the dungeon, still wrapped in a blanket. My mind is reeling; admittedly these things have been lurking in my subconscious, unspoken and laced with guilt and shame. He seems to be more understanding than I might expect. This is obviously his domain, and he will have initiated others before me. I feel strangely safe with him despite my ordeal at the hands of the other two, but excited and aroused.

He leads me along the corridor, where he opens another door into a sumptuous bathroom. There is a large hot tub and a shower big enough for several people – the floor is tiled but with soft bathmats here and there. He takes off my cuffs, ushers me into the shower and turns it on. I luxuriate under the warm water, and he strips and gets in with me. His body is taut and firm, muscles well defined but not overdeveloped. His shoulders are broad, his hips narrow, and he is lightly covered in fine dark hair. He still wears his half mask, the elastic stretched over his short dark black hair and his eyes, ice cold pale blue, bore into me. He squeezes gel onto his palm and starts to wash me, soaping me all over and the water streams down rinsing me clean. He stands behind me and massages my breasts, pressing against me. He hands the gel to me

“Wash your pussy and ass for me” he murmurs in my ear, and I do as he asks, spreading my legs a little and gently rubbing the suds in to all the folds. He watches me, soaping himself at the same time and rinsing himself clean. He stands behind me again and I feel him grow hard against my buttocks. “Hands on the wall” he says in my ear, sending shivers down my spine; I obey, and he takes the showerhead off the support. “Spread your legs” he orders, and again I do as I am told.

He plays the showerhead between my thighs, washing the suds away before putting it back again. Using more gel, he takes a finger and pushes it into my anus, and I gasp as he probes, reaching around and rubbing my clit too. My legs tremble and my arms weaken – I try to hold my position but end up with my nipples brushing the cold tiled wall, my cheek pressed against its coolness. I close my eyes and surrender. His hands leave me but I stay as I am and I hear him fiddling with the showerhead. A moment later he murmurs in my ear again “brace yourself” he says, and I feel something cold enter my back passage – it soon becomes warm, and I realise it is some attachment to clean me out. I feel myself filling with warm water, my bowels distending a little before he takes it out and it gushes out of me. I bite my lip and endure all the strange sensations. “Good girl, well done” he whispers “as a reward, you may cum when you wish” and his fingers probe me again, anus and clit. I moan and wriggle my hips

“Thankyou Sir” I say, and give myself up to his expert fingers. I cannot work out exactly what he is doing anymore, but my clit, ass and g spot are all being stimulated. He kneels and his tongue goes to my tight sphincter. I can hardly stand as my legs tremble, and his skilled fingers and tongue swiftly bring me to a climax, all my intimate muscles clenching and pulsing intensely as I cry out “Oh, I’m cumming – oohhhhhh thankyou Sir” Finally my knees give way and I slide to sit on the shower floor, the water cascading over me, the warm glow spreading through my groin.

[dandyd1]

love a good shower scene

[Bacchus1]

A magnificent tale well told, Cija. You show a side of you that I hadn't seen before. Can it be that you are evolving as you write about your fantasies? I will enjoy seeing where these fantasies take you.

[cijababe]

Hi Bacchus, long time no see. It is inevitable that I evolve. I have to admit that the stories I have the most pleasure writing are romance. But it is very liberating to write in the BDSM style, whether as sub or Mistress, though I do prefer Mistress

[Bacchus1]

You write so well that I can't tell which of your three personas is the real you. I find it difficult to believe that your personality is split into three independent parts, each of which you can slip into at will.

[cijababe]

They are just aspects of one personality

[madchef]

Very well written and very hot Look forward to reading more

a stunning read!!

[SW1]

Everyone's secret, dark, rape fantasy, you've done it justice. " “Oh yes – take it ” and his seed squirts into my ass – he holds my hips down tight onto the bench, taking a few last thrusts, grunting with satisfaction as Lanky starts to cum too. His cock is at the back of my throat and he spurts out -I swallow..."

SW