Once Athena was gone, I finished dressing before the long mirror, slowly raising the sheer black stockings over my long legs and fastening them to the chain garters that hung from the bottom of the corset. The black stilettos were at least five inches high. Once on my feet, they lifted my body into a graceful profile. I gazed in the mirror, a bit in awe of what he’d made of me. I was not only taller but more statuesque, and the effect only added to the explicit sexuality.
He’d chosen small diamond studs for my ears, which added just enough sparkle to complement the silver and black feathered mask that covered nearly half my face. There was something comforting about that mask, as if I’d put on a new persona, a magical guise that would allow me to open the door of Reggie’s underworld and transform myself into a mystical animal. He certainly had a flair for drama, one that matched my own.
Did he see me as an exotic beast, an exquisite bird, or something altogether new that only he could bring to life? Perhaps the mask hid my true identity, but I liked to think that it only brought out the beastly beauty inside me. I was almost disappointed that I wouldn’t be traipsing through the house so exotically attired. However, for the sake of some degree of modesty there was a flowing silk cape that completely covered my outrageous costume and the exposed body parts. As daring as I might have been while alone in my room, I was actually relieved that Reggie didn’t expect me to walk into the world so scandalously attired. Instead, I descended the stairs as an elegant woman going to some elaborate costume ball.
A black limousine was already parked outside the house, but to my surprise Reggie was not inside. I slid into the back seat at eight o’clock sharp, and rather than wait for Reggie to join us, the driver sped away. Even he was a mysterious element of the night – someone I knew or a stranger? I had no idea, with a black glass partition separating the front seat from the rear of the limo.
I settled back into the leather comfort listening to the piped in music – a sexy rock beat that had me ready to dance, although that was not a feat I could accomplish in the close quarters of the limousine. Beside me on a small table was champagne and cherries, luscious tastes befitting of the evening. I downed one glass, poured a second and within minutes I could feel the alcohol working, my brain a little buzzed. I wondered about Reggie, about how he’d look, his manner, his attitude, and what he had planned for the night. I told myself that I was prepared for anything, but the fact was, I wasn’t prepared at all. I had no idea to what depth his fantasy would take me. Of course, that was the point, wasn’t it? Tap into my fears, arouse myself with the unknown. Titillating, yes, but terrifying at the same time.
When the car came to an abrupt stop, I peered through the dark windows, shocked to see, not some luxurious mansion before me but a crumbling old building, a warehouse I guessed, one dark and forbidding and ancient, with history behind it and mysteries I couldn’t even fathom.
This was definitely not the place my fertile mind imagined.
As the limo door opened, I looked up to see a man in a suit wearing a black hood – all too reminiscent of an executioner. Reggie certainly hadn’t spared the theatrics. I offered him my trembling hand, and as his warm one helped lift me to my feet, a shudder of fear raced through my body – one so deep that I might have sank back in the limo and asked the driver to take me home. I’m quite sure Reggie’s unwavering command of me was all that kept me moving forward. I was instantly transported back to that moment in The Tropics when I chose to run rather than face my fear. Oddly, once this mystery man pulled the cape back off my shoulders, my urgent anxiety seemed to fade. I was entirely exposed now. The drama had finally begun. If some car were to pass by at that moment, or someone were to walk through this distressed neighborhood they would have seen a masked woman of regal bearing clothed only in chains, nylons and stilettos. Sadly, no one passed through the deserted place, and there was no one to see my amazing transformation.
My unseen guide bound my wrists together behind me and pushed me forward through the warehouse door and into a building that had been trashed some time before. We worked our way through a maze of rooms, up and down stairs and deep into the interior of the nasty decaying structure. Rather than disgust me as it would in the light of day, my journey intrigued me. Each step, each staircase, each door I walked through brought me closer to the scene I had been waiting for.
At last, we entered a room that was entirely bathed in shadows. My guide stopped me there, and as he backed away, a dozen figures in masks and leather and chains emerged from the darkness to surround me. Then with no greeting or introduction of any sort my arms were unceremoniously raised high and fixed to a beam above my head. My hands and legs were spread wide. The masked figures pawed me, each one a surreal animal. As their attention to me continued I began to relax and allowed my mind to drift from the anxiety to the sensations of that incredible moment. I was almost orgasmic just from the sensuous limo ride, the cool night air and suspenseful walk through the warehouse. And now this intimate attention could have taken me to the brink within seconds. I sensed that the surrounding phantoms knew that. They backed off and refused to take me where my body wanted to go.
I hung there waiting, seeing several other women and men who were similarly displayed. Then the sound of leather striking their flesh, and groans and screams filled my ears as they rose above the pounding music that already played my body like a sexual instrument. I could hardly wait for them to attend to me with their whips. My body craved the sharp feel of leather on skin, the pain and their attention.
I heard myself begging the moving figures around me, as I struggled to be noticed. I urged them with my writhing body, murmuring, “Oh, please,” a dozen times over, groaning all the while.
“You gotta want it more, bitch,” one masked and leathered form suddenly snarled at me. He pinched my labia hard and walked away.
“Please,” I pleaded.
A hand abruptly slapped my face. I felt the force of the blow travel erotically down my body. Opening my eyes, I found myself staring into Reggie’s cold blank face. He was the only unmasked person in the room.
For the first time in my long journey with him he was about to take me. No more games, no more waiting, no more giving me away to someone else.
“I am going to torture and punish you, slut. I’ll pierce you so that you can never forget that I have mastered you.” With his gaze dark and his voice distant, he had only one more thing to say. “I fear you’ll regret ever having wanted me.”
I met his threats not with fear but desire. Everything he said to me only raised my body heat higher. And there was no way I could imagine regretting this night or any of the others that I’d endured at his hand.
With a fresh burst of passion, I baited him, seething, “You fucking bastard…” in a low growl. I was certain to increase the fire of his passion with my own.
My scheme worked.
He clamped my nipples while staring coldly into my eyes. I felt the challenge in them and came right back, my body now an inferno of lust all aimed in his direction. Without hesitation, methodically, meticulously and deliberately, he worked me over with every tool he owned. Through the gloomy darkness I could see them laid out on a table before me, taunting me. I lusted after each one. He walked around me with a leather thong and rapped it playfully against my skin. He slapped my bottom with his hand, a brisk sting rising instantly. He used his tawse and crop and cane, then laid a razor strap hard and fast where his tools had just reddened my flesh. I could feel the heat of this fine torture making my body scream to the point where the spasms in my crotch wouldn’t stop. They went on and on, each spasm fueling the next.
The strap on my naked ass burned me so that even when he stopped, the heat from it continued on, the scorching sensations spreading everywhere.
And then the cat o’nine tails.
All my fantasies were laden with Technicolor pictures of the effect this instrument would have on my bound body.
“You ready for this, my love?” He
held the leather handle before my eyes so I could clearly see the nine thin cords dangling ominously before me. He snapped it at his side with an air of authority that chilled me to the bone. His naked tightly muscled torso was sweating with his own heat. His leather pants, fitting like a second skin, showed off the bulge in his crotch. I wanted what resided there, expecting his erection to be large and very hard.
He gave me only a moment to relish the sight of him. After cracking his instrument of terror against the floor again, he moved behind me and began laying it against my wanting body. At first his strokes were light, almost delicate, enough to have me mesmerized. Then he ran the leather cords over my skin, teasing me as if he were using a feather on my aroused flesh. Just as I relaxed into the heavenly feeling of those nine tails, he abruptly cracked them furiously against me, sending searing punishment to every corner of my body and bringing tears to my eyes. His blows hailed down on me one after another in succession, five, six, seven. I lost count.
Just as suddenly as it started, he stopped.
I was left with an incredible nothingness for several seconds with my body still jerking from the spasms he’d raised. I wanted more. This was hardly enough.
But he was finished for the moment. He grabbed my cunt, shook it hard, probed it with his fingers and pinched my clit until I could barely stand the pain. One last cruel shake of his grabbing fist and he backed off.
“There will be more,” he said, and he walked away.
I waited an interminable time, while minutes of delirium and dungeon music and dungeon noise climbed right down to my core and shook me as hard as Reggie’s hand. I craved more release, more punishment, more of the divine abuse. I wanted it deeper and more severe. And as if it was just another of my own creations, I was rewarded for my thoughts when the ‘cat’ struck again, this time with greater force, the snap, the bite, the sting, the pain, over and over were everything I desired to satisfy the raging unmet need my fantasies had been aiming at for so long.
He finished off the punishment with several blows that made me scream at the top of my lungs in a joyous abandon, and I collapsed against myself, finally knowing it was over.
Done, Reggie moved rapidly, tightening the clamps on my nipples; the shooting pain enlivening my cunt even more. I craved something beyond. I knew what it was, did he? When I caught his gaze he answered my silent pleas decisively.
“You’re ass may be blushing madly, Alexandra. But I cannot ignore this,” he said, not coldly, but with fiery passion. He had his hand at my pussy, holding it so tightly; if I’d had just seconds more of his grasp, I might have exploded right there against his palm.
As he spoke to me, there were others around me, removing me from the beam and lowering me to a table. My legs were spread, my pussy splayed and with a smaller ‘cat’ Reggie flailed my softest, most vulnerable flesh.
I groaned and cried, letting my wails reach beyond the walls of this old edifice perhaps; and yet, I couldn’t deny the pleasure that began to build into a startling climax. And then, before I knew what was happening, Reggie was between my legs with his cock plowing into my pussy. He was large, filling me full, opening me wide. I gasped loudly. His thrusts were like some dark heaven of pleasure, deep at the core of my desire. Within seconds I was about climax again; and then we were lost, just another cock, and me another cumming cunt joined in this instant of release. I heard him grunt, then the groaning cry of pleasure I so longed to hear. We remained suspended in that moment for what felt like an eternity – although it was likely just a few brief seconds.
As the sensations slowly began to pass away he withdrew from me.
I didn’t see his eyes; he wasn’t looking at me.
Reggie gave me little time to bask in the pleasure, or to be bothered by his lack of attention to me after our mutual orgasm. A cold splash of liquid that smelled medicinal suddenly hit my hot cunt. I spasmed again feeling the contrast of hot and cold, but was soon overcome by a tingling pain at the lips of my cunt. Reggie stood between my parted thighs, his hands gloved in latex, the glint of a needle in one. With eyes keenly focused on my crotch, he tugged the fold of flesh above my clit, then pinched it tightly between thumb and index fingers and ran the needle through the slip of skin. The stinging burn was instantaneous but over quickly. Left inside the thin folds of my sex was a tiny ring, his mark on me. The satisfaction and the justice of his act made me smile. I wanted more, more of him now that I belonged to him.
Before I could breathe easily again, I was removed from the table and turned over so that I was bound on hands and knees at cock height again. From this submissive position, Reggie took me in my ass, pummeling me hard without thought of how hard and mean the taking might be. For as much as I’d been worked over, I was still not prepared for the violent force that claimed me, but rather than protest, I welcomed the wildness of his spirit, something quite unlike the well-controlled Reggie I knew. However, he gave me little time to savor the moment. Just when I thought I was full enough, a cock forced its way into my mouth, then another after that, and another, until I became nothing but a toy for them to use. Rather than protest as I might have weeks before, I surrendered. I eagerly welcomed all that entered me. I have no idea how many men took me that night. There was nothing that I wouldn’t gladly take because this was Reggie’s fantasy and for that reason, I was pleased to be so thoroughly used. The orgasms crescendoed and fell away, crescendoed and fell away – a dozen times perhaps. I wasn’t counting. Once the men had been satisfied, the anonymous others drifted elsewhere, exiting the dungeon. I would never know them, never be able to thank them for their attention to me. They left silently, taking with them the security of their numbers.
When they all slipped away except for just one, I realized that it was Reggie and me together at last alone, exactly what I wanted most.
My desire bloomed once again as my imagination demanded something more. Exhausted in the most satisfying way, I was ready to be caressed and kissed and tenderly soothed, ready for nurturing and softness to complete the cycle of sexuality, just as Will and the others had done for me on that night many days before.
When he came to me, I was still on hands and knees, but by only the most tenuous balance. His first touch was a gentle stroking, making me aware that every inch of my body had been roughened by hands or whip or strap or whatever other instruments. Reggie’s hands were a welcome counterpoint.
He lowered me to a mattress, a clean contrast to the grungy interior of the room. And then he kissed me gently on the face, my eyes, my cheeks and lips, beginning a slow meandering trail to my waist.
It should have been beautiful and sweet. It should have aroused me again in a softer way, like the same soft ending that had brought me back from the far out places I’d been when Will had taken me to that lovely place beyond. It should have been the final fulfillment for Reggie and me.
But it was not.
I waited for that miraculous something to happen, for the heavens to descend on me with a fierce kind of love, the kind to match the fierce sex we’d just shared.
However, something was missing.
I was in love, or at least I thought I was. I assumed there was a possibility that he loved me in return.
But there was no passion behind the gentleness, no tenderness that spoke to me of love. Only form, only movement as practiced as any skill could be. It was clear that he was uncomfortable, comforting me. And unsure. This was not what I expected, nothing like the fantasy my mind worked so hard to create. I longed for other hands. Ones whose passion for gentleness matched the passion for severity. The longer Reggie was there beside me, the more strange and unwelcome his attention became. I became uneasy and angry. He was ruining everything, and I despised him for his ineptness.
“What are you doing?” I suddenly blurted out. This was all wrong! I shook him off and rose from the mattress, wanting to be anywhere but in his company.
Months worth of high expectations crashed into the reality of this awful moment a
nd I had no idea what to do.
He looked up at me dispassionately. Not sorry, not apologetic, not seeming to care. For a moment, I saw in Reggie that same sadness I’d seen during that amazing night with Will; the same sadness that had torn me away from Will and the others, and the gentle affection they offered.
“Damn you!” I whispered. I didn’t know what else to say.
He shook his head, only then a little sadness appearing in his placid expression. “I didn’t want you to choose this, Alex,” he said.
There was a fury simmering in me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” My own eyes bore down on him as his often had bored down into me.
“I thought I did,” he replied, “maybe not in so many words, but I did warn you. Even if I’d given you a stronger warning, would you have listened?”
Of course, I wouldn’t have.
“Truth is, I really had no idea how this would end. It was a gamble on my part as much as yours. I was willing to gamble one night to see if perhaps you were right about us and I was wrong.”
A gamble! A gamble? I wanted to scream. At him, and at myself for believing that this paper doll of a man could have anything of substance behind his well-enacted dramas; for having illusions that there could even be the perfect master of my fantasies, that there might be such a man who could engineer my awakening, and could love me, too. I knew now why he was so distant, so cold. There was nothing more to the man than his finely executed theater.
He sat on the mattress as I paced the room, looking at the crumbling walls, at the brick and mortar lying strewn about the floor.
“You could have said something.”
“You wouldn’t have listened,” he repeated.
He was right. I was far too caught up in my fantasies to see him for what he really was. I sighed deeply, letting all the emotion, all the disappointment fall away. He did what I wanted him to do for me, why should I expect anything more?
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