The Journey Begins
By La Nieve
August 9, 2022
The Journey Begins
The time of no backing down had come
I entered the hotel room and stopped, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the low light.
“Take off your clothes.” No greeting. No nonsense.
He watches my every move. Silent. Letting the weight of it thunder in the room as I stood naked before Him.
I left my things where they fell and stepped forward. Every elusive defense within me screaming leave. I look straight at him. Defiant; of my own fears and of Him. Challenging. For what I don’t know.
A strange smile plays on his lips. He will enjoy this. “Who gave you permission to move.”
So softly spoken they freeze me where I am.
Who was this man I had asked into my life?
What divine right gave Him the power to command me – and make me Want to obey?
I have never surrendered. Bits and pieces, crumbs of what I really am are all anyone had.
Yet He sits there. Confident that He will have Me. That He will leave nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go except back to Him.
I so crave and fear that. He knows my past.
My wilted defiance has turned to shame. Failures, decisions gone bad, the cumulation of loss. So much loss. A pain so strong it tears me apart.
Now I want to run.
He senses flight in me; “Kneel.” with enough whip in his voice to snap my head up. My pulse is racing. My knees are jello. I fall to them in front of him.
He circles me, watching, till he is behind. I shift weight as if to turn. He grabs my hair and bends me backward over my legs. My arms flail as they seek to support my body. “Look at Me.” I focus on Him trembling. His hand moves slowly. Brushing my cheek, my lips. encircling my throat, pressing. Still, He watches. They pass over my breast cupping it, rubbing the nipple till it stands. He pulls it gently at first then harder till I start to moan. “You Like that don’t you?” “Yes.” And a slap so hard it stunned. “Yes, What?” ” Yes Sir.” The smile plays on His lips again.
His hand moves farther’ “Your cunt is wet. Ready to be used.” He is in me, fingering me. Impossible to think. Only feel. I try to pull back. “Don’t you fucking move. You have no rights. You are here to Obey.” He has my clit. Rubbing it between his thumb and index. I feel myself slipping. “ You do Not have my permission to cum. That is stealing. You do so; I will whip you.”
I try to defocus. To close my knees against him. To stop him. No, don’t stop. Please.
Too quick for me to know; he hit my cunt with a quirt. The pain explodes. I try to jackknife my body to move away. Instead, I raised into the oncoming downward stroke. I cry out. Caught between pain and climax my senses confuse themselves.
“Get Up.” I try to stand. He lifts me by my arm, then twists it behind my back. I am marched to the bed. “Give me your hands. If you make me repeat you will suffer for it.” I give Him my hands.
Now I lay face down; my hands secured behind my back; my cunt and ass propped high on hotel pillows. I can’t think straight. “Open your mouth.” I don’t know why. Before I can react my nose is pinched. I can’t breathe. I open my mouth. In goes a ball gag to quiet my noises.
“I don’t need the neighbors’ hearing.” Now I see the quirt resting in his hand.
He runs it down my back. Over my ass. Slapping both sides solidly in case I forget he means business. “Inch back and spread wider.” I do as He says.
The quirt rides its way over my body softly luring me to calm.
He slides it down the crack of my ass. Slowly. Then starts to fuck me with the handle till my cunt is dripping. I ache.
“You wanted more. Well, I Am So Much More.”
He has my clit. It swells with his touch. I am so wet. The ache spreads.
“You want me?” “Yes Sir.” “Then Beg. Beg me to take you no matter the consequences.”
His hand still has me. Working my senses to a frenzy.
“If you climax. I will whip you. Then I will use your ass for punishment while I watch your face as I sodomize you.”
“Please, Sir. Please. I need you. In me. Please.”
I am lost. His hand reaches forward rubbing deep inside my pussy. I wiggle. I strain. He slaps hard to still me. Taking His time. Knowing I’ll lose. My clit; swollen; sensitive. His thumb presses hard as he rubs it. And I cum. Mewling sounds as I arch into His hand crying with the release. He can feel the spasms.
And laughs. Payment is due. He slides the quirt over me again. Down the split of my ass.
“I want screams and tears.”
He raises his arm and my world spins. I have no anger to balance this pain.
I am open. vulnerable to His wants. His desires. His Will.
Time blurs. Five minutes, an hour. I cannot tell.
He stops.
Dizzy. My breathing is ragged. I gulp for air. He loosens the gag. Taking it from me.
“You did well.” Somehow that pleases me.
My body is stiff. The muscles overworked from strain. The welts feel hot on my skin. The strikes on my cunt forgotten by the damage here.
My arms are released. I roll over on my back and cry as sparks of pain lance up from my ass.
“Have you forgotten?”
“No Sir I haven’t.” His cock is hard, ready to use me. “Look at me.”
His eyes are full of fire. He wants me to see it. To know it will not be easy. Or gentle.
My body betrays me. Against all reason, I start to ache. My cunt wets with anticipation.
“Lay back. Give me your hands.” My ankles and wrists are bound together. My entire body exposed for His pleasure. I should feel more vulnerable. Instead, the welts are dulling as the desire to be taken accelerates in me.
My face must show it. He looks at me and smiles. He will not be rushed. I have been mind fucked and disciplined. Now is the time for His pleasure.
Reaching forward he cups a breast; lowers his mouth to suckle until I moan. I can’t fight the sensations He creates. They blend; what starts as pleasure can become pain. What is pain can turn to pleasure. I no longer trust my senses.
I hear a jingle. Open my eyes to see him clamping my nipples. He watches steadily as he slowly draws the chain tighter. I breathe deeper as he pulls. My mouth opens as he hits the peak. Pain/pleasure combine and my cunt starts to flood. I flush embarrassed by the need. I want him to use me. However, he wants to. All ways he wants to. Without reservation.
The lube hits my skin. He rubs it around my ass hole while pulling the clamp chains.
The effect is delirious. For the first time, I acknowledge Him with title instead of Sir.
“Master, please. Please use me for your pleasure. Let me please you. Master, I want your cock hard in my ass. Punish me. Let me know I am your fucktoy”
His cock head is at my anus. I roll my hips against him. Try to rock my body to tap on him.
He watches my face. I am getting taunt with need.
In a single movement, he grabs my hips and thrusts completely in. I gasp absorbing him.
He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t slow. Pushing me to take the pounding. He sees my clit swelling out of its hood. Strokes it. Excites it. God, I need to cum. He slaps my ass hard to break the spell.
“Please Master. Help me. I need you.” My gasps are more ragged. I am dizzy. Cannot think. The sensations are overwhelming me. And still, I want. I don’t know how to back down. I will ride this out till He is spent.
I come aware resting on the floor. How I got there I don’t remember. There are no restraints. I look over at the chair. He is sitting there calmly watching me.
“Come here.” I move to him across the floor. He invites me to lay my head at his knee The warmth of his body feels good on my skin.
“Look at me.”
I raise my eyes to him. There will be no hiding. No deceptions.
“What is your place?”
“My place is beneath you. To serve you in any way you desire.”
“What are you”
“I am the lowest of slaves. I have much to learn.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Your slave, Master.”
“Good Girl.”
The time of no backing down had come
I entered the hotel room and stopped, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the low light.
“Take off your clothes.” No greeting. No nonsense.
He watches my every move. Silent. Letting the weight of it thunder in the room as I stood naked before Him.
I left my things where they fell and stepped forward. Every elusive defense within me screaming leave. I look straight at him. Defiant; of my own fears and of Him. Challenging. For what I don’t know.
A strange smile plays on his lips. He will enjoy this. “Who gave you permission to move.”
So softly spoken they freeze me where I am.
Who was this man I had asked into my life?
What divine right gave Him the power to command me – and make me Want to obey?
I have never surrendered. Bits and pieces, crumbs of what I really am are all anyone had.
Yet He sits there. Confident that He will have Me. That He will leave nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go except back to Him.
I so crave and fear that. He knows my past.
My wilted defiance has turned to shame. Failures, decisions gone bad, the cumulation of loss. So much loss. A pain so strong it tears me apart.
Now I want to run.
He senses flight in me; “Kneel.” with enough whip in his voice to snap my head up. My pulse is racing. My knees are jello. I fall to them in front of him.
He circles me, watching, till he is behind. I shift weight as if to turn. He grabs my hair and bends me backward over my legs. My arms flail as they seek to support my body. “Look at Me.” I focus on Him trembling. His hand moves slowly. Brushing my cheek, my lips. encircling my throat, pressing. Still, He watches. They pass over my breast cupping it, rubbing the nipple till it stands. He pulls it gently at first then harder till I start to moan. “You Like that don’t you?” “Yes.” And a slap so hard it stunned. “Yes, What?” ” Yes Sir.” The smile plays on His lips again.
His hand moves farther’ “Your cunt is wet. Ready to be used.” He is in me, fingering me. Impossible to think. Only feel. I try to pull back. “Don’t you fucking move. You have no rights. You are here to Obey.” He has my clit. Rubbing it between his thumb and index. I feel myself slipping. “ You do Not have my permission to cum. That is stealing. You do so; I will whip you.”
I try to defocus. To close my knees against him. To stop him. No, don’t stop. Please.
Too quick for me to know; he hit my cunt with a quirt. The pain explodes. I try to jackknife my body to move away. Instead, I raised into the oncoming downward stroke. I cry out. Caught between pain and climax my senses confuse themselves.
“Get Up.” I try to stand. He lifts me by my arm, then twists it behind my back. I am marched to the bed. “Give me your hands. If you make me repeat you will suffer for it.” I give Him my hands.
Now I lay face down; my hands secured behind my back; my cunt and ass propped high on hotel pillows. I can’t think straight. “Open your mouth.” I don’t know why. Before I can react my nose is pinched. I can’t breathe. I open my mouth. In goes a ball gag to quiet my noises.
“I don’t need the neighbors’ hearing.” Now I see the quirt resting in his hand.
He runs it down my back. Over my ass. Slapping both sides solidly in case I forget he means business. “Inch back and spread wider.” I do as He says.
The quirt rides its way over my body softly luring me to calm.
He slides it down the crack of my ass. Slowly. Then starts to fuck me with the handle till my cunt is dripping. I ache.
“You wanted more. Well, I Am So Much More.”
He has my clit. It swells with his touch. I am so wet. The ache spreads.
“You want me?” “Yes Sir.” “Then Beg. Beg me to take you no matter the consequences.”
His hand still has me. Working my senses to a frenzy.
“If you climax. I will whip you. Then I will use your ass for punishment while I watch your face as I sodomize you.”
“Please, Sir. Please. I need you. In me. Please.”
I am lost. His hand reaches forward rubbing deep inside my pussy. I wiggle. I strain. He slaps hard to still me. Taking His time. Knowing I’ll lose. My clit; swollen; sensitive. His thumb presses hard as he rubs it. And I cum. Mewling sounds as I arch into His hand crying with the release. He can feel the spasms.
And laughs. Payment is due. He slides the quirt over me again. Down the split of my ass.
“I want screams and tears.”
He raises his arm and my world spins. I have no anger to balance this pain.
I am open. vulnerable to His wants. His desires. His Will.
Time blurs. Five minutes, an hour. I cannot tell.
He stops.
Dizzy. My breathing is ragged. I gulp for air. He loosens the gag. Taking it from me.
“You did well.” Somehow that pleases me.
My body is stiff. The muscles overworked from strain. The welts feel hot on my skin. The strikes on my cunt forgotten by the damage here.
My arms are released. I roll over on my back and cry as sparks of pain lance up from my ass.
“Have you forgotten?”
“No Sir I haven’t.” His cock is hard, ready to use me. “Look at me.”
His eyes are full of fire. He wants me to see it. To know it will not be easy. Or gentle.
My body betrays me. Against all reason, I start to ache. My cunt wets with anticipation.
“Lay back. Give me your hands.” My ankles and wrists are bound together. My entire body exposed for His pleasure. I should feel more vulnerable. Instead, the welts are dulling as the desire to be taken accelerates in me.
My face must show it. He looks at me and smiles. He will not be rushed. I have been mind fucked and disciplined. Now is the time for His pleasure.
Reaching forward he cups a breast; lowers his mouth to suckle until I moan. I can’t fight the sensations He creates. They blend; what starts as pleasure can become pain. What is pain can turn to pleasure. I no longer trust my senses.
I hear a jingle. Open my eyes to see him clamping my nipples. He watches steadily as he slowly draws the chain tighter. I breathe deeper as he pulls. My mouth opens as he hits the peak. Pain/pleasure combine and my cunt starts to flood. I flush embarrassed by the need. I want him to use me. However, he wants to. All ways he wants to. Without reservation.
The lube hits my skin. He rubs it around my ass hole while pulling the clamp chains.
The effect is delirious. For the first time, I acknowledge Him with title instead of Sir.
“Master, please. Please use me for your pleasure. Let me please you. Master, I want your cock hard in my ass. Punish me. Let me know I am your fucktoy”
His cock head is at my anus. I roll my hips against him. Try to rock my body to tap on him.
He watches my face. I am getting taunt with need.
In a single movement, he grabs my hips and thrusts completely in. I gasp absorbing him.
He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t slow. Pushing me to take the pounding. He sees my clit swelling out of its hood. Strokes it. Excites it. God, I need to cum. He slaps my ass hard to break the spell.
“Please Master. Help me. I need you.” My gasps are more ragged. I am dizzy. Cannot think. The sensations are overwhelming me. And still, I want. I don’t know how to back down. I will ride this out till He is spent.
I come aware resting on the floor. How I got there I don’t remember. There are no restraints. I look over at the chair. He is sitting there calmly watching me.
“Come here.” I move to him across the floor. He invites me to lay my head at his knee The warmth of his body feels good on my skin.
“Look at me.”
I raise my eyes to him. There will be no hiding. No deceptions.
“What is your place?”
“My place is beneath you. To serve you in any way you desire.”
“What are you”
“I am the lowest of slaves. I have much to learn.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Your slave, Master.”
“Good Girl.”