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Possession, part One

	He was trembling as he stood on her doorstep, feeling a
whirlwind of sensations on his body and deep in his soul. He could
been the cockring surrounding his most vulnerable parts and the soft,
satinly brush of the tiny, sheer briefs that cupped the captured
member.. and the training collar around his throat.
	It was finally going to happen, he thought... after all this
time... all the teasing, all the aching.... he was going to finally be
totally possessed by her, body and soul... and he trembled deeply at
the thought.
	They had last seen each other at the club, and although the
touch of her nails, dragging across his skin, the feel of her
whip-handle pressing against his virgin opening had driven him
half-mad, the strictness of the venue had prevented them from any
consummation. There would be no such restrictions now... no safewords,
nothing to bridle her lust in any way. The thought terrified and
thrilled him all at once, as if some giant step in his life was about
to be made.
	He knocked on the door and drew in a deep breath, waiting,
thinking that he might explode at any second...
	The inner door swung open and for an instant he saw the joy in
her eyes, the pure satisfaction.... and then, just as suddenly, the
"look" desended and he knew she was slipping into that mind that
wanted nothing more than to burn him to his core and devour the
charred remains.
	She pushed on the screen door.
	"Come in" she said, her voice bearing that strange and
wondrous edge it got when her lust flaired up.
	He stepped into the livingroom, and the feeling welled up in
him to sweep her into his arms and enjoy her lips, her tongue, her
desire... But she moved to close the door behind him, and slipped the
locks in place. He felt a rush, as if she was locking him into her
possession finally and palpably.
	Then she turned to him, and looked him up and down, the fire
of heat behind her eyes.
	"Strip" she said huskily. "Now."
	
	His fingers trembled as he fumbled with the buttons of his
shirt, practically tearing it open, and letting it fall to a heap at
his feet. He reached for his belt and pulled it open, even as she
moved to the bedroom and scooped the piece of coiled rope from the
desk, returning just as he kicked away his pants and stood for a
moment, letting her see that he had followed her direction in his
undergarment, before he quickly slipped those off as well and kicked
them asside.
	
	"Kneel" she said, her voice low and urgent. He sank to his
knees and pushed them wide apart, as she had told him to, quickly
raising his arms and clasping his fingers behind his neck, presenting
himself to her. She stood looking down at him, and he watched in awe
as she began to undo the button of her jeans, slowly sliding the
zipper down...
	
	"Who owns you" she said.
	"You, Domina".
	"Who owns your cock"
	"You, Domina"
	"And I can do anything I want to you?" as she stepped from her
jeans and kicked them aside.
	"Yes, Domina, please."
	
	She slid a hand between her legs and the scent of her lust
flooded his nostrils, as her finger slipped into her sex.
	
	"I"m going to fuck you, slave" she said, her voice almost
dreamy.
	"Yes, Domina"
	"I'm going to rape your ass"
	"Yes, Domina" he chocked, his voice wavering at the thought.
	"But not yet. Stand up."
	
	He rose to his feet, practically springing up.
	
	"Turn around, and put your hands behind you."
	He obeyed turning his back on her and lowering his arms until
they crossed at the wrist just over his lower spine.
	Suddenly he felt the sting of her hand, hard, on his ass, and
he cried out at the spank.
	An instant later, the hand was gently rubbing the wounded
flesh.
	"I'm going to be very cruel with you".
	He was unable to answer, choking on the overwhelming feelings
that flooded him, merely nodding his consent.
	And then he felt her binding his wrists together... tightly...
trapping him into her slavery.
	
	When she was done he could feel her move away from him and the
sound of her settling into the couch.
	"Turn around" she said, her voice a harsh, lusty whisper.
	He slowly turned, and there she was, half-sitting,
half-reclining on the couch, one foot planted on the floor, the other
propped up, her legs spread wide, her bare sex naked and glistening
with her lust.
	
	"Pleasure me, slave" she said simply. "And you'd better be
good."
	
	His knees almost gave way beneath him, but he sank slowly down
and shuffled his way toward her. Slowly he leaned over until his face
was an inch from her open and hungry center. Slowly he extended his
tongue and let it slip between the folds of her moist sex, until it
brushed against her tight, aroused clit. Slowly he began to brush it,
back and forth, gently, across the throbbing bud of aroused flesh. But
she did not want to wait for such demure service. He felt her suddenly
grasp his head on both sides and press him forward, hard, against her
sex, drawing him against her with force, as she began to curl her hips
beneath him, He gasped at the assault but instantly closed his eyes
and responded with stabbings of his tongue deep into her sex furious
carresses of her clit. Yet still she pulled him, drew him, roughly,
against and into her.
	Oh my God, he realized, she's raping my mouth.... and he felt
that part of him surrender to the commanding need of her lust.
	It took only a few moments before he could feel her hips jerk
sharply and a hiss of lust escape her lips as she came, pulling him to
her, searing his lips with her bursting. Then she merely held him,
pressed against her for a long moment, before he sense her back curl
and felt the hard rake of her nails along his spine which faded to a
gentle carress as the fingertips reached his ear.
	"Oooh, yes, baby...." she whispered, a hint of amusement in
her tone, "I needed that. I don't want to rush anything else with you.
I want to rape every part of you, nice and slow."
	She was gently petting his hair, his face still pressed
against her sex, lost in her. But suddenly she grabbed his ponytail
and pulled his head roughly from her sex as she sat up.
	"Now, it's time to begin with you, my little slut."
	She pressed him back as she rose until he was kneeling on his
haunches and she was standing before him, reaching down to lightly
stroke his cheek and beard.
	"First, I'm going to punish you, slave. Punish you very hard.
Not because I'm angry with you, but so you'll know what will happen if
you ever do get me angry. Do you understand?"
	"Yes, Domina" he whispered, already fallen under her spell.
	"Good boy" she cooed, and grabbed his beard, pulling steadily
up on it, causing him to wince. "Now, stand up" she said.
	He rose, unsteadily to his feet and she led him into the
bedroom. He instantly noticed the objects on the bed.... the coils of
rope, the gags, the toys... the whips.... and he gasped, a tiny moan
escaping him.
	She moved to the side of the bed, still holding his beard and
sat, pulling him down.
	"Across my lap, slave" she said, almost matter of factly.
	He managed to gently drape himself across her lap, his tender,
virgin ass presented to her, like a pure field of cloth in the lap of
a delicate seamstress. She slowly and gently began to stroke his ass,
carressing it with love and tenderness, and he could feel himself
begin to relax... but then her hand left him for a long moment and
when it returned, it slid straight between his thighs, toward his
tender, virgin opening... and it was slick with some kind of
lubricant.
	He moaned deeply and she shhhed him as her fingers swirled
around the puckered bud of his opening... then slowly began to probe
into him.
	"Relax, slave... you can't stop it so just enjoy it..." she
said, soothingly.
	And it did feel so amazingly good, as those nerves were
touched and stroked, which had been unattended for so long.
	And then he felt the tip of the plug against his opening and
once more he gasped as she slowly, gently and steadily pressed it into
him. Though it was small, he felt as if it would tear him to pieces
and he whimpered as it's widest part stretched him and then it was
nestled deep inside him.
	"Oh yeah" she said, a trace of awe in her voice, and he could
feel her slowly rotate the plug a single time, as if assuring it would
stay within him and mark him as hers.
	"Stand up" she said quietly, and he slowly, with aching
difficulty, managed to sink off her lap to his knees on the floor and
the push himself up to his feet.
	She rose and moved around him, taking his elbow and turning
him until he was pressed against the footboard of her bed.
	"Now, don't move, slave" she said and moved back to the side
of the bed, scooping up several coils of the rope and the gag, before
returning to stand just behind him.
	"Who owns you" she said, her voice a harsh whisper.
	"You, Domina."
	"And I can do anything I want to you?"
	"Yes, Domina."
	There was a hesitation, then she almost whispered,
half-dreadful, half-hopeful.
	"Are you sure you don't want a safeword".
	"No, Domina" he said, forcefully. "Never."
	He could hear her sigh with relief and then felt her bending
down behind him, pressing out one of his legs and skillfully binding
it to one leg of the bed. When it was tightly secured, she pressed his
other leg out and that one too was quickly and securely bound to the
other leg.
	He was almost splayed now, his legs wide apart, as she quickly
untied his hands from behind his back. But even as they came free, she
moved around until she was kneeling on the bed before him, drawing his
hands forward and tightly lashing his wrists together before him. He
saw that the end of the rope trailed to a coil on the bed before him,
but his attention was soon captured by her eyes which were dark and
cloudy with a kind of magic.
	"I want you, slave" she said, her voice a sort of drugged
monotone, and she raised the gag to his lips. Without prodding he
opened his mouth and accepted it, as it pressed his jaw open and she
secured it snuggly around his head.
	"So you don't scream" she whispered, taking the other end of
the rope that bound his wrists and trailing it up to the headboard,
looping it over the ornate knob at its center and slowly pulling,
drawing him forward.
	At first he merely tensed his thighs and sank over, his arms
being drawn up and out, seeking that comfortable position for this
binding.... but then, with a shock, he realized that she was drawing
hard on the rope, pulling him, stretching him, beyond anything he had
ever endured before, as if on a rack of some kind.
	He moaned in alarm and looked up to see her standing beside
the bed, one foot planted firmly against its side as she pulled with
all her might on the rope, as a sailor might strain to lift a heavy
anchor from the depth. His body was truly stretched now, bent over the
footboard of her bed and tense as a bowstring, utterly helpless and
vulnerable, in a way he had never in his life been before.
	He moaned deeply at the sensation... not only the physical
conquest of his body to her bindings, but the stretching of his very
soul, as if in preparation to be harvested by her.
	When he thought his flesh could stand no more, he hazily saw
her loop the rope over the ornate knob above him and quickly tie it
off. He was truly pinned and helpless now, stretched, his muscles
already beginning to ache, sended waves of pleasure-pain into him. He
struggled to relax as much as he was able, so that he might endure
this torment for her pleasure, and was only vaguely aware of her voice
drifting through the room.
	"I told you slave... I have a very dark side"
	He hung there for a long moment, his mind drifting away into
the warm, loving haven of her will... her control of his body and his
thoughts.... and it was as if he could see a doorway in the distance
of his mind... and knew that through that doorway was his total
surrender to her, body and soul... and the doorway was slowly drifting
closer with every passing moment, every endured torment...
	The first rake of her nails on the back of his thighs caused
him to cry out behind the gag and tense every muscle that had enough
slack to contract the tiniest bit. The sensation rolled through him
sending a deep shudder, like an electric charge, into his very core.
	Then he felt the first, soft, gentle tickling of the flogger
as she dangled over his back and drew it down, over his ass, with a
feather-light touch. His mind exploded with tingles and throbbing and
he whimpered beneath this gentle contact...
	She played with him for a long moment, lightly tracing the
flogger over his exposed skin... causing it to tense and goosebumps to
ripple over his flesh... and then, gently at first, she began to
strike.
	The rhythm was slow and even and it was more the shock of the
strokes than any pain that caused his body to flinch with each touch
of the flogger. But slowly, even before his mind could grasp it, the
strokes came sharper, harder, heavier. And then there was one that
broke through and screamed at his mind this is pain.
	His voice had been a low, steady moan but on this stroke it
clogged and he cried out into the muffling gag. But the sound only
seemed to drive her on, and the next blow was even firmer.
	And she flogged him... and enjoyed the tension of his flesh
with each stroke, the whimpering sobs of his gagged voice, the
rippling shudders of his flesh... the very act of conquoring his
soul.... 
	And they both felt that moment, when the first piece of his
spirit tore lose from somewhere deep inside him.... and surrendered to
her...
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From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com (the poetic one)
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Subject: REPOST: Possession, part 2 - Femdom, D/s, cons., bond
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Possession, part two

	By the time she had finished flogging him, his ass and back
were glowing bright red and throbbing. There were tracks of tears
along his face and the sheet beneath him was soaked with his weeping.
But the worst agony was when she stepped up and gently laid a cool
hand upon his seared flesh. He cried out and buried his face into the
bed, a fresh round of sobs rolling from him.
	Before he could fully recover, she was untieing his legs, when
caused his aching, stretched body to slump as each was freed. She
could see at a glance the trembling limbs straining to support him and
she smiled, knowing she had succeeded in raping his mind of its'
resistance to her will.
	She sat on the bed above him and slowly began to undo his
bound wrists, talking soothingly to him.
	"Now, do you understand what will happen to you if you should
ever dispease me, slut?"
	He nodded vigorously, looking up into her eyes, his own still
leaking tears and filled with terror of her displeasure. She gently
stroked his cheek and watched as his eyes slid closed and a satisfied
sigh rushed from him, his face pressing against her hand, nuzzling her
palm. She stroked his face for a long moment, then quickly undid the
rest of his wrists, freeing them.
	His body sagged and she knew that if she allowed it, he would
immediately slip off into a sublime, forgetful sleep, but she was
altogether too hot and horny to allow that.
	She reached out and placed her nails against his back, just
above the angry red of where the flogger had done is punishing work,
digging in and drawing it along his spine towards her.
	He gasped and his head shot up, his eyes locking on hers,
filled with shock and fear but now, at least, fully alert.
	"Don't go to sleep, slut" she said quietly, smiling at him.
"We've got lots more to do yet. You don't get to sleep until you beg
me to make you my slut forever."
	She saw in his eyes the consternation and knew that, if he was
not gagged he would already be begging her for that privilage, that
gift of service to her... but she knew that he did not understand what
that would entail, so she simply left the gag in place and lightly,
almost playfully, patted his cheek before rising.
	"Now" she said evenly "hold very still."
	She quickly rotated his now free arms until they were once
more crossed at the wrist behind his back and swiftly bound them
together. Satisfied of his helplessness, she gave his reddened ass a
playful slap, causing him to yelp and his entire body to twitch.
	"Turn over onto your back, slut" she said, quietly. "I want to
frog tie you now".
	She watched as he slowly shifted himself, rolling and
straining to turn his battered body over, and a fresh clenching of her
sex caused her to shiver with a deep, inner delight.
	After some painful moaning and delicate shifting of his hips,
he finally managed to place himself in the center of the bed, on his
back, his bound hands pressing into his spine and causing his back to
bow upwards slightly in the center. She smiled at this and made a
little mental note to let him spend some time hogtied and plugged
later, as he looked so deliciously vulnerable with his spine bent back
like this.
	"Slide down, slut. I want your ass dangling in the air."
	He whimpered and slowly used his legs to "row" himself down
toward the foot of the bed, until digging into the footboard with his
heels would pull him down no further. She noticed he was again making
light sobbing noises, and she suspected that dragging his tender,
abused ass across even the soft sheets was a minor agony for him. But
he had done it... to please her and to do as she ordered, and that
caused another tingle to roll up through her, her clit beginning to
ache for attention.
	She quickly stepped to the foot of the bed and picked up the
abandoned ropes, lifting one of his legs and placing it against her
stomach, so that it was bent. Quickly she coiled the rope around his
thigh, just below his cock and tied it off. Then, pressing hard
against his foot so that his leg was now fully doubled to it's limit,
she looped the other end of the rope over his ankle and wound it
several times before looping the end around the now joined ankle/tight
ropes and tieing it off. She repeated this with the other leg, and
when she stepped back, she saw that his legs were now bent double,
like a frogs', and dangling in the air, their own weight pulling them
open and causing his entire cock and balls to be fully revealed. But
she was not through yet.
	She fetched two more pieces of rope and fed the end of one
through the tie on one of his legs, winding it securely, then draping
it over his knee and pulling it down, wrapping it around the bottom of
the bedpost, so that it pressed against his inner knee and forced the
leg as far outward from the hip as it would go. She repeated this with
the other leg and when she was done, he looked as if his legs were a
tightened bowstring, ready to pop.
	She smiled at her handiwork and his discomfort. He was almost
perfectly situation, his ass hanging just over the foot of the bed,
the base of the plug buried deep inside it now visible. All she had to
do is lean against him and she would feel that plug pressing against
her pussy.
	She moved to the head of the bed scooping up one more rope and
knelt above him, skillfully tieing one end of the rope to the knot in
the center of the headboard. Taking the other end in her hand she fed
it down behind the headboard, close to the wall and threaded it
through between the headboard and the mattress, so that it seemed to
be crawling up from below. Then she slipped her free palm under his
head and pressed upwards.
	"Sit up, slut" she said.
	He groaned, gathering strength for a moment then strained to
thrust himself upwards. As his shoulders laborously left the bed she
pushed up on his neck until she could slide her other hand with the
rope down behind his back and feel the bound wrists. In a deft motion
she threated it once with the rope, scooped up the end and pulled it
until all the slack was removed, then slowly lowered his head back to
the mattress.
	She grinned to herself even as he began to relax, knowing the
evil trick she was about to play upon him. She fed the free end of the
rope back down between the mattress and the headboard, then reached
over the headboard and pulled it up until it was snug. She stood,
planting her feet firmly, and paused to look back and down at him one
last time.
	His body, though tight, was in a sort of repose, eyes closed,
breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew he was uncomfortable. She
knew she wanted him moreso. She turned back to face the wall, slid her
hand down along the rope behind the headboard and took a firm grip
upon it. She slowly she began to pull, putting the full force of her
muscles into it.
	In a few moments she was glad she had gagged him, because he
was screaming. As the rope was pulled, the end running through the
bindings at his wrists, trapped behind his back, began to be stretched
upwards, drawing his wrists up along his spine, causing his back to
arch even more now, half in tension, half in pain. She managed to toss
a look back and saw that his elbows were now jutting almost straight
outwards, and his wrists must almost be lying flat across his spine.
With one more firm effort, she pulled yet again on the rope and the
muffled screaming broke and became deep wracking sobs. Quickly she
looped the rope over the knob at the center of the bedpost and tied it
off, pausing once she had done so to rest a moment, before carefully
stepping down and back to examine her handiwork.
	He was exquisit... almost a work of art.... every muscle was
pulled to it's limits and trembling. Now any move he made would be an
agony of pulling and stretching. His arms were drawn up tightly behind
him, his back bowed out as if it might snap at any moment, his legs
folded and trapped, pinned to the footboard. He was beyond helpless.
He was in torture for her pleasure. He was so beautiful in his agony
for her.
	And, most exciting for her, there was his ass, open and
avialable for her use. And she decided not to wait to use that sweet,
virginity, until later. She would use it soon, as soon as his body was
fully prepared for her.
	She scooped up the nipple clamps and stepped up beside the
bed, reaching down to fondle and tease his tiny pink buds until the
rose to tightness, then slipped the clamps onto them, causing his now
constant moans to be punctuated with a dull squeal of surprise as each
one captured that sensitive flesh. She took a long piece of string and
tied it quickly to the chain that joined the clamps and threaded it
through the cockring that still surrounded his now throbbing and
engorged genitals, pulling it snug and watching as his nipples began
to stretch. She pulled it just tight enough so that she knew any
additional stretching would be unendurable, and then tied it off,
locking his cock to his nipples and tormenting them both.
	She moved quickly now, almost frantic, driven by her lust,
sweeping the clothespins off the dresser and beginning to apply them,
one by one, to his balls and his cock, each one eliciting a dull
squeal of protest and shock from his gagged throat, which in turn
caused a shudder, which pulled his nipples, which drew another
shudder....
	What a magnificent machine I've built, she thought. She
wondered how long it would run in deep twitches and pain and surrender
if she simply flicked the chain on his nipples to get it started.
Would it shudder and sob all night for her? She was half tempted to
try it, but her raw, dripping excitement got the better of her and she
quickly mounted the bed, swinging her leg over until she was kneeling
over his shoulders.
	She reached behind his head and found the snap on the
gag-strap, pulled it free and drew the ball from his mouth. He gasped
and began to moan loudly now, but before he could draw in his second
full breath, she slid up, slipped and hand under his head, pulled it
up and drove her dripping pussy against his open, trembling, startled
lips.
	"Suck me, slut. Fuck me with your mouth" she growled, and
began to roll her hips. Even as her lust began to rise up, she felt
his tongue slip out and stab into her pussy, before dragging up and
finding her clit, beginning to stroke her with a ferver that only pain
and worship can provide.
	She rode his mouth, hard and deep, raping it with the abandon
of unbridled lust, her voice gasping out as she did so...
	"Are you my slut? Do I own you? Can I fuck you any time I
want? Are you my slut whore bitch pussy cunt-licker slave? Fuck me,
you bitch whore. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me, my beauty, my slave, my own
bitch lover..."
	And with each harshly growled question he moaned, making her
gyrating cunt vibrate with his devotion. And then she was cumming,
grinding down hard against his face, and she could feel her fluids
squeezing into his mouth.
	"Swallow, you cunt slut bitch. Drink by cunt, slave. Oh God,
yes, my precious whore, my cock, my virgin ass", and wished she could
drown him in her cumming....
	The shuddering passed from her, replaced by a light tingling
along every inch of her skin that burned deep inside her and then she
sighed in satisfaction and love, reaching down to lightly brush his
hair.
	"Are you my slut" she whispered, and from beneath her he
answered with a low moan and fresh, gentle stroking of his tongue
across her clit.... and at last, she was beginning to believe him....
	

	She was fucking his ass... slowly, rhythmically raping him,
drawing back her hips and grinding them forward, as the long dildo in
the harnerss buzzed and throbbed deep into him with each stroke. He
was moaning steadily into the gag, his mind totally lost now to her,
his will shattered by her, his spirit transformed by her. He was in a
kind of ecstacy and as she watched him lying before her, his legs
bound up and doubled, his arms tied behind his back, his body rippling
with her every stroke, she knew she owned him now.... his soul was
hers, his surrender was now total.... all the barriers shattered and
gone. He would serve her now, without question... her merely lustful
look would melt him... he was finally, at last, her slave-slut, whose
only job would be to worship her and keep her satisfied and dripping
with lust.
	She casually reached up and scooped his throbbing cock in her
hand, beginning to pump it, slowly, her fingers sliding along the skin
of the shaft. He groaned and rolled his head and she knew he was about
to cum. Just this once, she would allow him to do so without asking
for her permission.
	But from now on, if he failed to beg her for release before
his cock spurted it's milky fluid, she would punish him harshly,
fiendishly....
	But for this one time, she would allow him to cum without her
consent... that was his reward... for all the beautiful pain he had
endured for her sake over the last several hours.
	And she knew that it was far from over.... that she had new
torments to perform on him, to experiment with his flesh and his soul
and his mind....
	Because she had him now and would not let him go.... she was
going to make up for all the lost time since last she released her
darkside... and he would feel and endure it all before she allowed him
to leave... and began preparing for his next surrender to her.
	For that would be his final step... his collaring. And she
would rape him then, before witnesses... and she would have him
service the guests... and she would tie him up and make him the
centerpiece of the celebratory banquet. And in the end, he would
belong to her totally.
	For now, she simply drifted on the sweet music of his moaning,
and the slow, steady fucking of his ass... and the tingle in her own
pussy... and finally.... the twitching and throbbing and spurting of
his cock in her hand....
	
	"Are you my slave-slut" she whispered as the milky fluid
trickled down over her fingers, and she knew he couldn't hear her, and
she knew it didn't matter.... because the answer now was yes.... yes,
he was..... totally.
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