The Taking of Me

It was my first night in Master's home. A wealth of emotions flood through me as He led me, blindfolded, through the main doors of his grand home by my new leash. The new collar He had bestowed upon me chafed my neck a little as He pulled, subtley reminding me that I now belong to Him. A warm smile escaped my lips. Excitement rushed through my body at the thought of being owned by Him. He was different. He was strong, not just physically, but mentally. I know I am safe.

With my eye sight completely restricted, He guided me forward with only His voice as my guide. Beneath my feet, I feel plush carpeting. Invading my nostrils was a light hint of jasmine and other aromas co-mingled with sage, musk, and cardamom. The air temperature was comfortable. Earlier, I had worried about what the atmosphere would be like; Sir told me to dress less than I was used to. He instructed me to wear something that resembled a poncho that was narrow and sideless. It was made of fine silk and something thats similar to sheer rayon, with a silk rope tied on my midsection. According to Sir, it was called a Gorean camisk garment. He had given it to me the day He collared me. He also instructed me to be completely devoid of any body hair. The feeling of this camisk was so sensual on my body! Coupled with Master gently pulling on my collar with the leash, and my vision being restricted by the blindfold with my other senses enhanced, my heart raced and adrenaline pumped through me.

As we walked, the textures beneath my feet changed from plush carpet to cool marble. Though shocked at first, I was thankful for the change of texture beneath my feet. It was a welcomed distraction from the thoughts swimming through my head. Although filled with curiousity and wonder, I dared not ask where I was being led to. Although He is a compassionate Master, I knew He could be evil and vicious. I was thankful that I had never seen that side of Him, for I would never disobey His orders-no matter how ludicrous it may sound.

After what seemed like an eternity, and my feet stepping through carpet, marble, stone, and wood, my Master finally told me to stop. I could sense we were outdoors. The night air smelled thick of sweet pea and water. It was a cool night. A light breeze blew, tickling my already-sensitive skin. Softly, I could feel my Master's hands rubbing my arms, slightly warming them. Goosebumbs appeared where He had touched, causing a slight chuckle to come out of Him. He then holds my hands, and guided me a few steps forward. He then told me to stay at the spot I stood, and told me to get comfortable. Then He walked away from me. Slightly confused, I sat on my knees, and placed my hands upon my knees-palms facing upward-and waited for His instructions.

In the background, I hear slight noises of crickets playing their song, wind blowing against trees, ruffling their leaves, water gently trickling against rocks. Along with calming sounds, I hear my Master rustling through in the room. I hear Him pick something up, and it sounded like metal gently colliding against metal. I hear Him set it aside, and zzzzziiiipppp goes the zipper. I hear more rustling as He began, I assume, unpacking whatever He packed. I, then, hear the clinking of chains. Chains? CHAINS?!

Strong emotions fill me as I hear the clinking of chains. Chains had never been used to me before, and I really didn't know what to make of it. Contradicting emotions run through me as various scenarious pop through my head like a slideshow. Not only that, but questions I couldn't answer arose: Was He going to hit me with chains? Was He going to tie me, hogtied style, and punish me? Was He going to bind me, and lift me three feet above ground, and torture me that way?

As more questions arose, I felt my heart race. I couldn't tell if it was nervousness, excitement, or a combination of both. It didn't matter. It was more intoxicating than any aphrodisiac known to man. I was starting to feel faint as blood rushed to other parts of my body, completely ignoring my brain. I felt my heart racing, my breath quickening. As hard as I tried, I couldnt keep still. More scenarious played out in my head concerning my Master, and the chains that I heard. I envisioned Him standing before me in all of his glorious aura, with His muscular chest bare,and tight leather pants that hugged every muscular curve on His legs. On His right hand, the chains. I saw Him in my mind's eye caressing the chains as He approached me. He forces me to kneel in front of Him as He wraps the chain around me, and in between my legs-with my hands behind my back. I, then, imagined Him pulling me up about three feet in the air, the chains digging themselves in my flesh, with my most sensitive area taking most of the brunt.

As I anticipate that type of pain, a slight moan escapes my throat. Not able to help myself, I rubbed my knees together, giving myself a little bit of a reprieve from the mental torture I was giving myself. I took in a deep breath, and mentally told myself to be strong. I was not about to soil myself in front of my new Master.

After a few minutes of berating myself for being so weak-willed, I hear footsteps approaching me. As the footsteps got closer, I steeled myself in anticipation to receive Him. I arched my back, and held my head high. I wanted Him to be proud of owning me. After a few steps, the rustling sound of His footprints stopped. I heard a light grunt, and felt warm breath close to my face. I could smell Him. The animal musk of Him, mixed with soap and shampoo He had used from a shower. My mouth opened slightly as I felt a finger begin to trace my jawline, followed by a trail down my throat, thru the valley between my breasts, down to my stomach, and finally reting a little on my mound. I inhaled sharply. My senses were reeling. With His hand simply resting on my mound, I already knew this night was going to be a night I will never forget.

I guess after a while, He couldn't help Himself. He wanted to see what effects He had on me. With a finger, He entered me, and I could not help myself from crying out. My body begged for release, and He knew that. But He was displeased. He let me know of His displeasure at the quickness of my arousal by pinching the most sensitive part of my womanhood. Crying out in pain, I bent forward, hoping that He would stop. He then pushed me onto my back, trapping my arms behind me, and spread my legs wide apart. Instinctively, I struggled. Immediately, I felt Hims hand slap me across the face. Not so hard that it would bruise me, but hard enough to remind me that He is my Master, and that I should obey. Taking in deep heavy breaths, I lay still, with my face looking to my right.

With His fingers pinching my sensitive nub, His free hand roamed and ravaged my body. I could feel Him digging His nails into my already-sensitive skin. Not being able to handle the pain His fingers incflicted on my senstive nub, I cried out for Him to stop. But that only encouraged Him to further His movements. With His free hand, He grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed hard, taking my breath from me. The pain was so intense, I thought I might blackout from it. I then felt Him get on top of me. His mouth suddenly enclosed one of my nippes. He sucked on it so hard, I thought my breast would explode. I tried to breathe, but it oxygen seems to have disappeared from where we were.

I tried not to squirm beneath Him, but white-hot pain rippled through my body. I wanted to get away from Him, but His heavy from kept me from doing so. I cried out for Him to stop, but it just made His actions fiercer. Not knowing what to do, I bit down on my lip to keep myself from crying out. I tried to steady my breathing, but I knew I was failing at that.

I don't know if it was mercy or exhaustion, or just plain bordom, but Master suddenly stopped pinching my nub. Relief washed through me as He released it, and surprisingly enough, another wave of an unexpected sensation rushed throughout my body. It was pleasure. Searing, white-hot pleasure I had never experienced before. The assault on my breast continued with His mouth, and with His free hand, He began squeezing the other breast. With the hand that was squeezing my nub, He inserted a finger inside me. Well...I think it was A finger...but it felt like it was filling me up to my womb. I inhaled sharply, and arched myself towards Him. I knew relief was close. I could feel it starting to well up from inside me, my muscles clenching, getting ready to release the aching need building up from within me. Closer. Closer.

And the finger disappeared. The hand followed. And finally the mouth. Confused, disoriented, and even more hungry than before, I sat up calling my Master out.

"Not yet," He said, His voice deep and husky.

I knew He wanted it as badly as I did, but I know He has more control than I can even begin to imagine. I tried to stand, but I felt Him kick my shoulder, forcing me back down. It wasn't a hard kick. It was more like a nudge. But I was weak. The sensations He brought forth from within me weakened me physically, mentally...and emotionally. I sat up once more, and looked up, seeing nothing but darkness. My confusion must have been apparent on my face, because all He said was, "You didn't ask permission. What did we discuss?"

At first, I was confused with His comment, then realization finally hit: I was to ask permission to do anything. He and I had discussed this during my collaring, but it did not dawn on me that I needed to ask permission about anything. I hung my head low, and cleared my throat. It had gotten dry from screaming out so much. Then I tried to find my voice so that I could ask for permission to stand. But I was too overwhelmed. Too overwhelmed by the emotions going thru me. Confusion, pain still throbbing where He had touched with His mouth and hands, pleasure-seething, white-hot pleasure that was simply too much to bear, and a sudden emptiness that I knew could only be relieved by His touch, His voice, His mere presence.

"Well?" He asked impatiently. I knew He was annoyed that I wasn't asking for permission, and that I just sat there with my head hung low, my breathing still ragged. Whilst He waited for me to ask permission, another emotion started tilling its oats within my heart: FEAR. Aghast that I could fit a new emotion within the string, I tried to get a hold of myself. I did not want this to defeat me! I want to be strong for my Master. And yet...I couldn't even ask for His permission.

"I am WAITING..." He said quietly. In THAT voice.

Oh no...It was THAT voice! Trying with all of my strength, I opened my mouth to ask permission, but nothing came out. All I felt was a lump on my throat. I did't know what was stopping me from asking permission. It was easy enough. I had done it many times as a submissive to Him, but now that I was collared, the words would not escape my throat. I looked up, and tried to mouth it to Him, but all I could do was my feeble attempt at breathing. Suddenly, it became even harder to breathe. I, then, started coughing. Incontrollably. I moved from a sitting position to a kneeling position with my hands resting on the floor. Still not helping with the breathing, I dropped to my elbows, with my butt hangning in the air.

Because of my coughing fit, I didn't notice the rustling behind me. Out of nowhere, I felt something hard and cold being inserted up behind me. Crying out in pain, I immediately dropped my butt, and felt the pain going from behind me throughout my body. Instinctively, I tried to pull it out, and as I placed my hand on it, I felt a painful blow on my left buttock. Crying out, this time in surprise, I stopped my hand immediately. I looked behind me, still seeing nothing but darkness because of the blindfolds yet imagining my Master standing behind me. Out of nowhere, I felt Him yank my hair roughly. Screaming my protest, I flailed my arms around Him, trying to hit Him with one hand, and trying to force His hand open from my hair.

All of my efforts proved futile. With His free hand, He quickly restrained my hands, immobilizing me. He then drags me across the room, my feet dangling beneath me. He then sets me down gently, and places me facing some kind of a wall-type thing. He raises one of my hands above my head away from me while holding on to the other one. He places it into this contraption, and I hear it click. He let go, and did the same thing to the other hand. I was standing against this wooden wall-type thing with my arms spread out, completely cuffed to something...of which I had no idea. He then spreads my legs apart, but I instinctively close it back.

Out of nowhere, I feel a jolt of electricity from my back going up and down my body. I yelped in surprise and tried to squirm, and then I heard His voice.

"The electrical currents running through your body will stop as soon as you stop moving and making noise," He whispered cooly against my ear. Realization hit me like a bucket of ice water. In His eyes, I was being an unruly slave. I was not supposed to be doing the things I did, nor was i supposed to fight back. I bit my lip, and took the punishment. Master guided this electric thing up and down my back, and it just was not pleasant, all the while caressing the hard thing He had inserted within me. Grasping hard on the rope that held the cuffs on my hands tightly, I steeled myself, closed my eyes, bit down on my lip harder, and endured.

After what seemed like an eternity, He finally stopped with the electricity. I let go of my lip, and breathed a sigh of relief. I then tasted copper on my mouth. Licking my lips, I felt it wet with the coppery liquid, and I knew instantly that I had bit myself so roughly, I was now bleeding. Feeling fatigued from the tenseness I had put my body through, I forcibly relaxed myself, and took in a deep breath. THAT part was over. I then felt a hand going up and down my sensitive back, and flinched. After flinching, I was afraid He would start again on the electricity, but It was just His hand.

And it was warm.

He then captured my chin with His two fingers, and removed my blindfolds with His free hand. I looked up at Him slowly, my eyes adjusting from the darkness. I looked up at Him, my eyes pleading with His. I wanted to apologize for not asking permission, but I couldn't find my voice. The lump that started earlier became greater, and the emotions I had left earlier spilled forth from my eyes. Tears started streaming down my face that was threatening to become sobs. Shamed, I tried to avert my eyes from His, but He kept my face steady in His hand. He then lowered His face to mine, and kissed me tenderly. Suddenly hungry for Him, I kissed Him back with fervor and thirst. He met my kiss with as much passion, taking the last of my breath. He then removes His hand from under my cheek, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and further deepend the kiss.

My knees gave out from beneath me. At that point, I was only supported by the cuffs, holding me steady. I moaned into His mouth, wanting to feel more than just His tongue caressing mine. I then felt His free hand caress my stomach gently, going further south. Remembering I belonged to Him, I opened my legs to let His hand in. He inserted a finger inside me, and pleasure once more ripped through my body. I wanted to gasp for air, for it felt like I was drowning with no relief in sight. I wanted to pull away, but it meant not having Him near me, not having His tongue touching and teasing my own.

I cried out into His mouth as His finger worked me. The intensity built up inside me as He moved it in and out, twirling it around at the same time. I wanted to bite down because I could not handle what He was doing to me. Instead, I held onto the rope that cuffed my hands, and braced myself. I felt myself falling into an abyss that I could not get myself out of. I knew, though, that He was there to catch me if it were to ever get that deep. And like before, I felt the pressure start to build up from within me. Heat started to envelop my body, my muscles below my waist were clenching. Release was coming. It was so close. Closer. Closer.

And like before, He withdrew, leaving me panting and angry, frustrated and miserable, alone abandoned. He stopped His kiss, and slowly pulled away. Opening my eyes, I looked up at Him, bewildered. I didn't understand why He was making me suffer...And yet at the same time, I craved for Him more. I loved it and hated it at the same time. He pulled His hand away from my hair, and walked away from me. Feeling desolate and empty, completely worn out from His advances, I sink lower, using the wall, which was apparently a cross-like rack, as my support. And I let go.

Tears flowed freely as the emotions overwhelm my in my stead. Durning my collaring, I did not fully understand what it meant to be a slave, but now I do. Tears flow for my freedom, for my pain, for my pleasure, for my wants, for my needs, for my hatred towards what I had become, for my hatred at what He turned me into, for my anger at what He has done to me, for my joy at what He has done to me, for my heart breaking, for my heart feeling fulfilled, for my head fighting what my heart has accepted, for my heart fighting for what my head refuses to accept, for my weakness, for His strength, for His anger at my imperfection, for my anger at His disappointment. More tears shed to cleanse my inner demons, to cleanse me of my fear, to cleanse me of my embitteredness, to cleanse me of pain, to cleanse me of me...

Realization hit, and I knew what it meant to belong to Him. Violent sobs began to escape my body, shaking me to the core. The throbbing between my legs as warm as a sun's shining ray. I felt my body tremble, not really knowing the cause of it, and not really caring. I belonged to Him now, and there was no going back. Although many conflicting emotions course through me, the one emotion I surprisingly didn't feel, nor was there any lingering trace of, was regret. And I knew at that moment, in my weakened state, in my moment of pathetic whimpering, that my decision was right. And that from this moment forward, I no longer exist for myself, but live only to serve Him.

I took a deep breath, and realized I was no longer drowning. I felt like I had awakened from a bad dream, and that light has finally shone itself in the darkness I was cloaked in. I stood up from my stead, still using the x-rack for support. Although still feeling weak, I was able to stand with my head held high, and my back straight. Pride began to return, knowing what I knew, realizing my purpose.

I called out to my Master, and asked in a strong voice, "Master, may I please stand?"

Hearing a smile in His tone, He answered, "Yes, you may."

I hear rustling of footsteps behind me, and in no time, felt His naked form next to mine. I see His large, sculpted arms go to my wrists as He remove the cuffs from me. He then turns me around, and I see the most glorious smile He has ever given me. He leans forward, and whispers in my ear, "That's a good girl..."

Pride wells up inside me as His words echo through me. We both know what it meant. He gives me a deep kiss, lifts me up as I wrap my legs around Him, and I felt Him enter me. His size caused me to take in a deep breath. On a normal basis, He fills me up to a point where I feel that maybe I might get ripped apart. Tonight, there is still that hard object inside behind me, making it incredibly hard to take all of Him in. But oh how wonderful it felt! It was different than before. He holds me tight as He slowly pulls out, and re-entered. I threw my head back, and arched to meet his slower pace. I didn't care if He ripped me apart. All that mattered to me was that I belonged to Him, and He was happy.

Master slowly began His pace, my muscles clenching at Him. With each thrust, ecstacy fills me, causing that strong sensation to well up from deep inside me once more. I begged Him to increase His pace, but He kept it slow. My breathing lessened even more as each thrust became harder and harder to receive. With His mouth biting at my neck a free hand on my breast, He walked forward until my back touched the x-rack. He then pulled my hair, exposing more of my neck.

I was going out of my mind. Pleasure ripped through me, exposing me to an intensity I had never experienced before. The pressure in between my legs kept building and building. Finally, I asked my Master: "Master, may I please have my release?"

He answered by thrusting deep within me, and increased His pace. I gladly met His, and soon, an emplosion hit me, shaking me to the core. I held onto Him as if it was the last time I would be joined with Him, tightening my legs around His waist as I feel the spasms violently engulfing Him within me. My nails dug onto his broad shoulders, and I felt His teeth sink onto my skin. I threw my head up, and screamed in bitter ecstacy as I felt myself sink into darkness...

I opened my eyes, and noticed that He and I were on the floor. He was holding onto me tightly, as I clung to Him with my arms and legs while I lay beside Him. Slightly confused, I looked up at Him. He was awake, and had been watching me the whole time.

"Master, what happened?" I asked Him softly.

"You collapsed in my arms after you experienced your release, my heart," He answered softly.

Nodding my head, I laid it down onto His shoulder, and took a deep breath in. A warm calmness enveloped me. Gone were the feelings of confusion and anger and sadness and bitterness and lonliness, being replaced with feelings of contentment, happiness, solidness, and most importantly, satiation. I finally found Him. And I knew at that moment, He was truly my Master.

"I love you, Master," I whispered in His ear.

"I love you, my heart," He whispered to me as I fall into a contented sleep.