Fantasies

Fantasies

by Lady Sub

Part I

She arrives at the door; a soft sigh escapes from her. This day was finally
over. Most days the stress of the everyday life just bounces off of her but
today was one of those days that nothing seemed to go right.

As she started to put her key in the door, the door slowly opened.
She stepped inside not really thinking much about the door being unlocked since
she had scheduled maintenance to come in and do a few repairs that day. If any
thing she figured the maintenance men where still inside working. She took the
first step inside feeling the coolness from the room surround her as her body
loses the heat from being outdoors.

She turns to flip the light switch on; nothing happens then she
feels a hand upon her shoulder. She stops, stand perfectly still. "Don't
move" she hears a voice whisper in her ear. Her purse is removed from her
hand. She begins to feel a blindfold slip over her eyes. The voice then asks
her "Do you trust me?"

"Yes Sir" she replies.

"Are you positive?" it asks again.

"Yes Sir".

"Remove your clothing for you have entered My world and in My world you
wear no clothing, you have no safe words, no limits, no choices. Do you understand
all of this?"

"Yes Sir" she replies.

"Do you have any questions?" he asks.

"No Sir".

"Then begin" he commands her.

In her world of darkness she feels no fear as she begins to slowly
remove her blouse. She knows the voice that which controls her, she knows his
touch, she doesn't know though what he has in store for her though and this
causes excitement to run ragged through her body. Her thoughts return to her
memories of previous times that he has controlled her as she continues to remove
her clothing. She knows that she is safe, she has no worries. She gives a small
smile as her memories flow before her eyes.

"Do you find it amusing to keep me waiting?" he asks
in a stern voice

"No Sir" she hastily replies

She then finishes removing the last of her clothing and kneels
before him. She assumes that he is standing before her since she has not heard
him move. In her minds eye she makes the small adjustments to her position.
Her thighs are spread slightly apart. Her hands are resting upon them with her
palms up in offering of her total submission. Her back is straight, her head
is straight with her chin slightly tilted downwards.

She feels the calmness of his world surround her even as the excitement
builds. She wants to fidget but knows that is not allowed.

"Kneel up" he softly commands her

"Yes Sir" she replies.

He begins to place the cuffs upon her wrists. He knows that the cuffs allow
her to find her submission more deeply. He then backs away from her.

"You're very beautiful".

"Thank you Sir".

"Stand up".

"Yes Sir".

"Is your mind wondering little one? Do you wonder what I have in store
for you?" he asks.

She smiles softly and replies "Yes Sir".

"The world in which you know is gone. It does not belong here," he
states.

"Stand" he tells her.

"Yes Sir" she replies.

He takes her hands and pulls her forward. She follows him wondering
to where he is taking her. He stops her, places her hands upon the wall. She
feels that she is in a corner. Her body being to tremble, she listens carefully
to his movements wondering which toy he will choose to use first. She waits
for what seems like eternity to feel his toy. She shifts slightly beginning
to wonder what was happening.

"Kneel" he commands.

"Yes Sir".

You are to sit here and quietly think about this night before
you. Look deep inside yourself. For tonight I will have it all from you. Tonight
you will forever be mine." He states

She smiles softly and quietly replies "Yes Sir."

Part II

She knows not how long she sat there. She thought about her past, the present
and what might lie before her on this night. She thought about all of the differences
that she has noticed since she first took the chance on finding out about that
person that was so deep within her. Most people will never understand her and
she knows that but the few that do will forever be her friends. Not only has
her life changed but also her attitude has changed towards life. At one time
she was unsure of where she was going, what her future could be. Now she knows
oh not all of it but she has found that peacefulness inside of herself. She
has found that safe haven within herself. That place that she can go when the
world doesn't understand. She has also found that haven where she can go and
show herself. The true person within herself. The one that she has to hide,
she knows that others will always expect her to be "that woman" but
in her heart she knows "the real woman."

She hears him moving about the room. She feels his presence as
he comes up behind her. He need not say a word to her, she just feels him. Their
souls speak without a word passing between the two of them.

"Rise" he states.

"Yes Sir" she replies.

He places his hands on her arms and slowly turns her around. "Have you
looked deeply?" he asks.

"Yes Sir, I have Sir" comes her reply.

"Are you ready for this to begin?" he asks.

Yes Sir, I am Sir" again she replies.

He takes her hands and leads her to another part of the room.
Once again he places her hands upon the wall. He moves his leg between hers
to set the distance of her legs to his liking. She hears him moving things around
the room. Her body is relaxed she waits.

She is not surprised when she feels his flogger as it brushes
across her back. A soft sigh once again escapes from between her lips. She feels
herself start to float as the man and the toy become one. She feels her body
start to sing to the music that he brings out of her. She feels herself start
to fly. She knows not how long they played with the flogger for after a while
time ceased to exist to her. She knew not if it was still nighttime or if the
witching hours had passed and the morning sun had risen she knew only him. After
a while he changed toys, she hears the cry of the toy on her left, her heart
stops for a beat. She knows that sound. There is only one sound like that in
the world. The wetness between her leg increases, her bodies need for the pain/pleasure
climbs one-step higher.



The cane sings to her in only a tune that it can. It calls her name. Once again
she feels as the man and the toy become one. She feels the bite of the cane,
just the little bite that doesn't really calm the need but increases it more.
It taunts her; it teases her, talks to her. Then it bites, a deep lasting bite
that only a cane can do. One, two, three, four, she breathes deeply with each
penetrating swing of the cane. She feels her buttocks go from a slow burn to
lasting fire. Then the bite begins once again only this time it is traveling
between her butt and her thighs. One strong bite causes her to rise upon her
toes and breathe deeply. That one touches her very soul. She hears him softly
chuckle at her for he knows how much she loves his canes. He then begins to
run his hands over her body, soothes away the bites but the burn is still there.
Her need is still overwhelming. She knows not what will put out the fire on
this night.

Softly so softly into her ear she hears the command "I wouldn't
advise you to move." She stands perfectly still fighting the desire to
shift her weight to lose herself even more in the pain/pleasure that she has
just experienced. Suddenly he grabs the back of her hair, wrapping it within
his hand, pulling her head back. She feels a sharp prick at the base of her
throat.

The only thought that passes through her mind is knife play. A slight tremor
passes within her body. He notices it. "Are you scared?" he quietly
asks

"No Sir" she replies

"Tell me your thoughts little one" "What do you think of my new
little toy?" he asks her.

She softly sighs then answers his question.

"Heaven Sir, I have found heaven."

"How have you found heaven?" "This little toy?" he asks

"Yes Sir" she replies.

She knows of no other way to explain how she feels. The feelings
running within her body don't really have a name and even if they did she knew
that she couldn't form a sentence to try and explain them. She only knew that
she was in heaven.

Part III

She felt the knife slowly slide around her throat. Her breath caught within
her. She knew that he would never harm her, but the idea that the knife could
slip was always there. It heightened the excitement. It caused her to tense
different muscles and relax others. She felt it as it slowly made it's way down
her chest. Over her breasts, around her nipples, down to her belly button, it
continued on its path. She couldn't figure out if she should exhale or inhale.
At one point she knows that she just completely forgot to breathe.

His hold upon her head relaxed, she felt his hand slowly start
to move down her back. At the same time she felt the knife as it started to
slip down the conjunction at her legs. She felt the wetness seep even more from
her, she felt her legs give a slight tremble. He suddenly yanked her around
and shoved her against the wall. He grabbed both of her hands and placed them
over her head.

"Don't move them" he stated.

"Yes Sir" she replied.

She felt his hand as he gently opened her; she felt the very tip
of the knife as it traced the lips of her pussy. It started at the V and continued
all the way down, then back up again, only to start over on the other side following
the path that it had just finished on the other side. She flexes her hands,
wanting to grip at something, anything, it was taking all of her self control
to hold still, to not move, not make a sound and remember to breath. Then suddenly
she feels the tip as it softly kisses the hood of her clit. In her minds eye
she can't believe that he is really putting a knife on her clit. She can't believe
that she is standing there, needing it, wanting it, craving it; the picture
in her mind is of a different woman watching. She knows the woman; she has met
her, lived with her, cried with her. She sees the woman smile. Just when she
thinks she can stand no more she hears the words that only he can say. Her body
cries for the word.

"Cum for me" he demands.

"Cum".

Those words take her higher than she has ever been. She feels
weightless she is free. She never feels him grasp her to keep her from falling.
She never notices when he gently lays her on the floor. She never feels the
blanket that he ever so carefully wraps around her or the tears that he wipes
from her face. She knows not how long she was gone, nor could she tell you exactly
where she went she only knows that she flew but never left the ground.

At another time, in another place he would ask her what she thought
of her fantasy becoming reality. She will then smile look him in the eyes, and
softly ask "When can visit heaven again?"

Artwork by Anna of Anna's
Erotic Art

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