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CHAPTER VII
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Leaning my head against his thigh and felt him stroke my hair.  I
was still very turned on from his hands, earlier, and I now hoped
he  would  make  me cum.  Silently, I prayed  for  him  to  begin
touching  me, but I couldn't ask for it because he had not  given
me permission to speak.  I rubbed my breasts against his leg, and
arched  my  body  towards his hand, but  he  just  kept  absently
rubbing  my hair.  I looked up at him, and he looked down  at  me
and  smiled.  Patting my cheek, he said that he had some  errands
to  run,  and would have to leave me for a while.   Standing,  he
took my hand and helped me to stand.  He led me to the wall  near
the  cell, where I had already noticed several  objects  hanging.
He  took my leather bound wrist and pulled it up toward  a  chain
dangling from the wall.  I noticed for the first time that  there
was  a small metal ring on the cuff, and I watched as he  clipped
that  wrist to the chain on the wall.  Turning me around to  face
the wall, he pulled my other wrist several feet over, and clipped
that  one to a similar chain.  I was facing the wall, my  breasts
pressed  up against the gold carpet fabric, as he pulled my  feet
apart  and chained them, also.

I  turned my head and watch as he selected what appeared to be  a
belt from the things hanging on the wall.  He strapped it  around
my  waist,  and then turned and selected a vibrator.   He  pushed
this vibrator up inside me, turned it on, then strapped a portion
of  the  belt  between my legs, evidently to  keep  the  vibrator
inserted.   I began to squirm a bit from the tingling  sensations
the vibrator was producing, and he patted me on my bottom, kissed
the  back of my neck and said, "Good bye.  I'll see  you  later".
The  vibrator felt so good at first.  Then, as I strained to  rub
my  clit  against the leather between my legs, I  couldn't  quite
climax.   I try, but he had left me helpless do do  anything  but
accept  these stimulations.  After a while, I got  so  frustrated
that  I almost start to cry.  I kept thinking he'd  come back  in
any moment, and he'd  take me down and make me cum.  But the time
drags  on and on, and still he didn't come back.  Gradually,  the
vibrations seemed to become more distant, almost as though I  had
grown  accustomed, or desensitized to them.  Not quite numb,  but
not as responsive to them as I was at first.  I drift in and  out
of a stupor, not quite asleep, but not fully awake.  Time  stands
still,  and  I  no  longer wait eagerly for  him  to  return  and
sexually satisfy me.  I now just wait for him to return to use me
any way he will.

I have lost track of all time and don't know whether it is day or
night.  The softly lighted room doesn't give any clue as to  time
or day.  I could have been here for hours, or for days.  I  don't
know  anymore.  I have only his word for it that my 48  hours  is
not up yet.  Maybe he won't release me after 48 hours.   Already,
it  seems  as though I have had no existence prior to  this,  and
that  I won't have any existence after he is through with me.   I
don't know any reality but this.


CHAPTER VIII
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Suddenly,  without warning, he is there, releasing my ankles  and
my  wrists from their bondage.  Unable to stand, I slump  against
him  and feel him ease me down to the soft, carpeted  floor.   He
removes  the belt from between my legs and around my  waist,  and
takes the vibrator out of me.  Smiling, he brushes the hair  back
from my face and asks if I've missed him.  I nod, unable to speak
as  he  caresses my face and runs his hands over my body.   I  am
trembling, and I realize that my body is responding to his  touch
in  a  most shameless way.  I want to beg him to fuck me,  but  I
can't  speak.  Without consciously deciding to do so, I  part  my
legs  and  open myself up to his gaze and his touch.   He  gently
touches  my clit, which causes me to jump, I am so  sensitive  by
now.   Laughing softly, he inserts a finger into me,  asking  "Is
this what you want?"  Again, I nod, clenching my internal muscles
tightly  around  his finger, and rubbing against  his  hand.   He
begins to move his fingers in and out of me rythmically, building
my desire higher and higher, until I am gasping, writhing,  ready
to climax.  Just as I approach climax, he withdraws his hand.   I
whimper  in protest, and grab his hand, trying to place  it  back
within  me.  He just shakes me off and tells me to lie still.   I
have  given my promise that I will be obedient, so I  lie  still,
aching  and  throbbing and wanting to be  satisfied.   I  promise
myself  that at the earliest opportunity, I will satisfy  myself.
Who needs him?

He  must have read my mind, or perhaps he interpreted the  secret
look  which  may have been in my eyes.  He asked if I  wanted  to
climax.   I  nodded,  smiling hopefully.  He told me  that  if  I
really  wanted  to  climax, I would have  to  be  very  obedient.
First,  he  said, I would have to get on my hands and  knees  and
crawl  to  the  center of the room.   Immediately  I  obeyed  his
instruction.   Now, he said, lie on my back with my legs  spread,
which I did.  He told me to start touching myself, beginning with
my breasts, and continuing down to my things and pussy.  I stared
at him, not believing what he was saying.  He wanted me to  touch
myself,  in  front  of him, knowing that  somewhere  a  concealed
camera was recording this.

In  a stern voice, he commanded, "NOW!" and I  shyly,  hesitantly
started  caressing  my breasts, moving my hands  slowly  down  my
ribs, across my stomach, down my thighs, my inner thighs, to that
hidden,  moist  part of me.  As I hesitated,  he  commanded,  "DO
IT!", and I began slow, circular rubbing motions on my clit,  and
ran  my fingertips over those soft, smooth lips.  I began  to  be
very  very turned on, and soon it didn't seem to matter  that  he
was watching me.  I grew more and more heated, closer to  climax,
and he watched me more intently.  Soon, his watching me seemed to
increase  my  excitement, and I felt myself open up to  him  even
more.   I  held  the lips open with one hand,  while  my  fingers
played  over my clit and slid inside myself, pumping in  and  out
with increasing fervor.  Closer and closer I came to climax,  and
he knew it.  Lying there, with my legs open and my back arched, I
played  with myself for his entertainment.  Gasping, I came,  and
after a few minutes, or an eternity, I lay quietly, exhausted and
released in a way I had never known before.



CHAPTER IX
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He  came over and knelt on the carpet in front of me, parting  my
legs, and bending over, he began to lick and tongue my  sensitive
clit.    Gently,   he  stimulated  and  thrilled  me   with   his
knowledgeable tongue, rearousing my desire and bringing me  again
to the brink of climax.  With one swift, smooth motion, he lifted
himself onto me, and slid his cock deep inside me, stretching  me
and  filling me up.  Slowly, steadily, he began to slide  in  and
out  of me with that hard, pulsating cock, and my body  began  to
pump in rythm with him.  I wrapped my legs around his waist,  and
using  my hands to cling to his shoulders, I raised my  hips  off
the  floor in order to take every inch of him deep inside me.   I
looked  up, into his amused eyes, as he took my breath away  with
his skilled movements.  Faster and faster we began to move, as he
slid even deeper into me.  We were both sweating and panting,  as
he  increased  the rythm even more.  Suddenly,  he  grew  harder,
bigger  in  me.   With a sudden tensing of his  back  I  felt  an
explosion of hot, fiery liquid fill me.  As he kept pumping away,
I  began to cum.  Crying, my inner barriers totally destroyed,  I
screamed,  "I  love  you" to this stranger  who  was  holding  me
captive.   We  lay there on the floor for a few  moments  longer,
with  him  still inside me, and holding me,  while  my  breathing
calmed  and my body relaxed.  I looked up and whispered into  his
chest, "I love you".  He looked down and sort of smiled.  "You'll
be punished for speaking without permission," he said.   Although
he spoke softly, he had a look on his face that told me he  meant
it.  I shuddered as I wondered what he could have in mind for  my
punishment.

After  a  short time, he crawled up and putting his  wet,  sticky
cock  into my mouth, told me to lick it clean.  I don't like  the
taste  or the smell of cum, yet I did as he wished.  I no  longer
feared  that the captivity would last forever - I worried that  I
might  displease  him and he would set me free!   I  had  already
displeased him by speaking without permission.

Standing  up, he bent and helped me to my feet.  Leading me  over
to the cell, he pushed me against it and using handcuffs,  cuffed
my  hands to different bars, stretching me across the  cell.   He
went  to his wall of devices, and took down a sort of whip,  with
several  strands of leather which all braided into a handle.   He
brought  the whip over and gently, softly brushed it  against  my
face,  down  across  my breasts, around on my back,  down  to  my
bottom.  As the whip caressed me gently, he spoke to me,  telling
me  that  since this was my first  disobedience,  the  punishment
would  be  slight.   He told me to close my eyes  and  keep  them
closed  until he gave me permission to open them.  Frightened,  I
did  as he commanded.  I felt him withdraw from me, and  I  stood
there, with my arms extended, shivering from both fear and  cold.
He  told me to open my legs.  He said that no matter what, I  had
to  keep them open, and that if I closed them, I was  immediately
to  resume the position with them open.  I spread my legs  wider,
and felt the tension in my arms increase as they were pulled even
farther because of this shift in my position.  Without warning, I
felt the whip strike my lower back and bottom.  Several distinct,
separate  stings  indicated that many of the strands had  hit  in
different  areas at once.  I squirmed and cried out,  closing  my
legs and pressing against the cold bars of the cell as I tried to
overcome the pain.

His  hand pulling  my head  back  was  accompanied by his  voice,
harshly commanding me to resume my position.  Shuddering, I  once
again stood straight, with  my legs spread.  Another slash of the
whip, this time across my bottom  so that the tips of the strands
wrapped around  my body to  sting my  abdomen.  Again, I  writhed
against the bars and again was commanded to stand up.

Again and again  his whip struck  my body, sometimes  hitting new
flesh, sometimes hitting welts which were already  raising across
my body.  He whipped my upper back, and the strands  wound around
me to my breasts.  He seemed to  favor my inner  thighs and often
aimed it  between my legs.  Even  though I knew pain and felt the
harshness  of the whip, I  sensed that he  was not striking me as
hard as  he  might  have.  I felt  that he  was  not  using  full
strength,  and I was  thankful.  He  measured  out  the  strokes,
sometimes slowly,  with several long minutes between each stroke,
sometimes  two  or three  or more  one  right  after  the  other,
without giving me a chance to catch my breath.

I was  crying,  sobbing, with  pain and  humiliation,  as well as
with the knowlege  that I meant  nothing  to  him.  How  could he
whip me if he loved me as I had thought I  loved him?  And, since
I had told him  that I loved him, and since he had been so gentle
with me didn't that mean he must love me, too?