Seduction: The Story of M (5 page)

I sat there just the way he left me for a few moments, feeling a little dumbstruck. His words lingered in my mind as I pulled myself up into his chair. I used the cloth napkin to wipe my tears and my nose, and then ate another piece of fish and finished his glass of bitter
, dry wine
. If it was not in his interest to force himself upon me then why was he treating me this way?

In a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink running. Soon he came down the hallway, his pants buckled back around his waist. He picked up the gold chain as he approached the table. “Have you eaten all that you wanted
, my dear?” he asked sounding cheery.

 
“Yes, Sir, thank you.” I replied. Instantly, I wondered why I had just said thank you to the man who had
kidnapped me
, chained me up, and forced me to do such humiliating things in order to receive mere morsels of food. I looked down at my lap feeling ashamed of myself.

 
“Stand up, Princess, hands behind your head and follow me to the couch.” He pulled up the slack on the chain and tugged at it. He watched as I stood and placed my hands behind my head, remembering to clear the hair from my breasts. Then he led me to the leather sofa, carefully strewing my chain so that it didn’t tangle in the legs of the table and chairs. He sat down on the sofa, but ordered me to kneel on the floor next to him, while keeping my hands locked where they were.

 
He took one of the books from the glass coffee table and opened it. Inside were pictures of beautiful woman in different submissive poses. Some of them bound and gagged on beds, others were in shackles and chained to a wall naked, feet barely touching the floor. The heading at the top of each page read, submission, with a pose of a different girl on each full page.

 
“Keep looking through those, Princess, while I fix myself a drink.”  He swiftly got up, moving to the bar, ice tinkling into the glass. I watched as he poured some whiskey into the tall glass, and then fill the remainder with dark soda. I kept one hand behind my head while I lowered the other in order to turn the pages. I paid brief attention to the women posed on these pages, while I became more interested in what he was doing. He stood behind the bar for a couple of minutes observing me, while he took a sip of his drink.

I
felt uncomfortable and tried to keep my focus on the pictures. I turned the page, to find a woman in a full leather body suit, or maybe it was made of rubber, it was hard to tell with the pictures being in black and white. She had a tight hood over her face. Her hands held above her head, with a thick silver chain. Her legs spread wide with metal bar attached to each of her ankles. Her head draped downward and she looked quite helpless.

 
I turned the page and it showed the same woman with a view from behind. She was bent over somewhat, an opening in the back of the suit exposed her buttocks and a portion of her pussy lips. The adjacent page showed her again but with another woman at her side, dressed in leather also, but more skimpily. She held her buttocks apart amplifying her anus, and the wetness between her pubic lips.

These photos frightened me somewhat and I wondered if this is what he intended to do to me. I continued to flip through the pages more quickly feeling nervous as the photos got more derogatory with each page I turned. Close ups of woman with painful looks on their faces, some with pictures of a cock in their mouths and others showing
a close up of a cock in a pussy.

These photos obviously turned him on and I started to feel afraid
 that he was going to string me up like some of the women in these pictures, maybe taking photos of me like that too.

He walked back over to the couch and sat down near me. “What do you think
Precious, can you see yourself in any of those poses?” He started to pet my hair, while he waited for my reciprocation, pulling it back and letting it fall onto my back and shoulders.

“No
, Sir.” My words were shaky and I knew he sensed my fear as I joined my fingers back together behind my head.

“You are to look at me when you speak to me
, my dear. I shall give you some helpful ways to remember that before the night is through.” He chuckled taking a long drink from his glass.

I turned my torso so that I faced him and repeated myself. He gave me a halfhearted smile and asked me if I would like a drink.

“Yes, Sir.” Perhaps the booze would help me relax a little. He held out the glass and I reached to take it, only for him to pull it back.

 
“Mouth only my pet, you will drink it from my hand.” He offered the glass to me again.

I leaned forward putting my bottom lip against the cool glass and he started to tip it. The whiskey was strong as I took the first swallow. He kept the glass tilted and told me to finish the drink, while he continued to lift the glass. Some of the cold liquid spilled from the corners of my mouth and ran off my chin onto the floor as he tilted the glass more and more, until the ice fell forward and hit my lips.

I pulled my mouth away and gasped for a breath, wanting to instinctively wipe at the dribble on my chin but I refrained.  I kept my hands behind my head while it ran down my neck and onto my chest. I watched his eyes follow the liquid and reach out to catch a drop of it before it dripped off my nipple. He put his finger to his mouth and licked it, and then he got up, got the bottle of whiskey from the bar and brought it back to the sofa. He poured more into the glass, filling it about half way before setting the bottle on the coffee table.

He picked up a remote and turned on the television. He put
it on a classical music channel and settled back into the sofa drawing his right ankle up to his left knee as he swirled the contents of his glass. “I want to know what you thought of dinner, my dear. More specifically, I want to know what you thought of the manner in which you ate the majority of it.” He looked for my reaction as he finished speaking, tilting his glass from side to side, and then sipping it.

Images of him rubbing the fruit up and down his shaft and then making me eat it
re-entered my mind. How he had rubbed the head of his cock all over my lips but then stopped himself from raping my mouth with it, telling me he didn’t want to force me. I turned my knees so that I could face him better, remembering to look at him when I spoke.

“It was very humiliating. I felt like a dog being forced to beg and eat fo
od that you had rubbed all over your…” I hesitated, not wanting to say the word
cock
. I could feel my body warming from the alcohol, my fingers started to get clammy and sweat. I looked down at the floor unable to say it.

“My what,
Precious?” he chuckled, swirling his glass again.

I continued to stall, looking at the floor trying to tell myself too just blurt it out.
Finally I looked up at his bemused face and did just that. “Your cock, Sir.” I felt my face flush instantly after saying it. I wanted to hide. “Why are you doing this to me, Sir? I am not like the girls in your book.” I could feel tears forming and again looked at the floor. He sat forward and reached for my chin as he set his glass on the table.

“How do you know you’re not like those girls?” His voice was far more serious now, and he was looking deeply into my eyes. My bottom lip started to quiver and I hated it when he looked
at me from one eye into the other.

“Because… I’m just not like that
, Sir,” I said, wanting to pull my face from his gentle grip. I was feeling put on the spot now and I hated it.

“Interesting
,” he murmured.  “And what are you feeling right now, precious?” His eyes continued to search mine imploringly while he held my face.

“Humilia
ted, angry, and a little queasy,” I answered.  My voice was void of expression as I stared at the bridge of his nose.

“I can understand those feelings
, Princess. I assure you though, that it is all in conjunction with what I intend to teach you. It is necessary for you to be humbled in order to receive proper training. Once we have that out of the way the rest will fall into place on its own.  Let me explain it metaphorically for you, my dear.

“
When a horse trainer works with a horse for the first time, he must break the horse to his will. The horse’s natural instinct is to fight the authority of the trainer by bucking, kicking and even
biting
.” He raised an eyebrow pointedly.

 
“The trainer knows already how the horse will react, but he must break the horse if he is to gain its trust and admiration. In time, the horse will begin to accept that the trainer is teaching it a better way and giving the horse a better way of life, a long fulfilling life of happily serving his master. The horse and the trainer develop a deep respect for each other. Right now you are the horse, my dear, and I am the trainer.” He moved his hand from my chin and caressed the side of my face where he had left his handprint. I could feel the still partially raised welts as his fingers traced over them.

“What if I do not want to be the horse
, Sir?” I blinked and a tear fell.

“That
, my dear, is not an option. You
are
the horse and you are here at least for two more days after this one at which time, you will have a much better understanding about the new way of life you currently wish to walk away from.” His words were tender and soft and he compassionately wiped the tear from my cheek and licked his finger. “Now there is the matter of teaching you some respect, my pet.”

Chapter 4: Submitting

He slid his body over to the middle of the sofa, sitting with one leg on each side of me while he maneuvered the chain away from his feet. He pulled me closer to him using the chain. “Get up princess and lay across my lap with your breasts on the couch but your pelvis on my lap. You may put your hands on the arm of the couch if you need to but do not put them behind you.  Do you understand?” His grip on the chain remained firm until I answered him.

 
I felt embarrassed as I stood up and laid myself in his lap the way a child would when they got a spanking. He adjusted the collar and chain so that the chain cascaded down my back and in between my buttocks, making a point to tuck it into my cheeks. He caressed my back as he moved my hair all to one side of my neck and let it hang over the edge of the sofa. His hands were warm and felt rather nice but I didn’t want him to know that as I lay there rigidly.

“You have a very lovely backside
, my dear. This may hurt for a bit, but as promised, I will not harm you.” His words were soft and gentle as he rubbed his hand over my buttocks.

“Lesson number one
, Precious, is to never conceal any portion of your womanhood from me. You must learn to be mindful of that, at all times. If your hair falls to cover your breasts, you are to adjust it out of the way, without my telling you. His hand came down hard and swift on my left buttock.

I flinched but withheld the whimper.

He rubbed my cheek and then delivered four more slaps each one harder than the last.

My body bucked against his lap and my hands instinctively reached for the arm of the sofa as I cried out on the forth slap unable to contain myself. My heart beat faster as the heat spread out into my hip and thigh.

He softly rubbed the handprints on my cheek with one hand while he stroked the back of my head with his other.

“Lesson number two
, my pet, is that you must do as you are told no matter how much you wish to resist. You must comply as if by instinct when given an order. You are not to think or analyze why you have been ordered to do something. You will just do it and you will do it willingly and happily. You will please me to
my
satisfaction, not your own.” His hand came down hard on my other cheek and I heard him groan so softly, as I felt his cock lurch into my stomach.

He repeated this several times, as I cried out with each successive and harder slap. My fingernails were digging into the leather on the arm of the sofa. I buried my face to conceal my tears and my outbursts while he continued to spank me, hitting both cheeks now.

His cock was hard and I could feel it pushing up into my pubis bone. He was breathing more rapidly as his hand delivered a final blow to my cheeks. This one was harder than any of the previous ones. I cried out long and mournful begging him to stop, while my face lay buried in the pillow. His hand became still on my hot inflamed ass for a moment and he reached up into the back of my hair and rubbed my neck deeply.

“Number three
, Precious. You will address me respectfully when you speak to me and you will always remember to call me, Sir.” His grip tightened in my hair and he twisted his fist causing me to screech shrilly. Holding his grip firm as my body trembled and shook.

“Yes
, Sir… yes, Sir… I understand, Sir.” I lamented in a succession of gasps and screams into the pillow.

“I think you do understand now, don’t you
, my Precious?” His hand relaxed in my hair.

 
I started to sob uncontrollably, keeping my face buried in the throw pillow. He slid his hand down my back as he leaned forward and got his drink from the table. I heard him take a sip of it before resting it on my inflamed and deeply red buttocks. My body jolted from the shock and I gasped loudly into the pillow and let out another series of sobs.

“Shush now
, my dear, the pain is over.” He softly ran his fingers up through my hair and coaxed me to turn my head to the side. He wiped at my tears as he looked down at my red face. I heard the ice in his glass tinkle as he took an ice cube from it and started to rub it over the welts on my buttocks until it melted.

 
My breath was choppy as my heart started to slow gradually. The ice felt nice as it soothed my tender cheeks, the warm melted ice running into the crack around the chain. I watched his face from the corner of my eye as he smiled admiringly at the artwork on my ass, rubbing it softly and tenderly. His cock pulsing on occasion making sure I knew this truly excited him.

He pushed my thighs apart and began running his fingers delicately between them, using the tips of his fingers to softly touch my pubic lips sending tingles all through my lower region. Then he moved his fingers the full length of my legs and back up into my creases, using the softest touch as he stroked my lips delicately, stirring a strange arousal within me.

I groaned into the pillow as he slipped a finger between my lips finding me wet with arousal. My face flushed with embarrassment as my hips wiggled and squirmed pushing back into his fingers. Memories of how he had brought me to orgasm on the exam table the night before flooded into my mind. I secretly wished for him to do it again now, as I curled my toes up tightly.
What’s wrong with me for reacting this way?

“What seems to be the matter
, Princess?”  He asked, turning my face back out of the pillow. He stroked my hair pulling some of it up onto my back and letting it fall softly, creating more soft tingling sensations throughout my body, while he slid a finger to my clit and encircled it lightly, smearing my wetness over the hood. It pulsated to his touch and I moaned softly wanting him to continue, yet not wanting him to at the same time.

 
He paused keeping his fingers still between my lips while he took another drink from his glass, and then set it on my inflamed cheeks. My body jolted again to the cold contrast on my hot skin. “Answer me, Princess, what’s the matter?” he asked again.

“I don’t know
, Sir.” I brought my hands under the throw pillow, feeling nervous, with no further idea how to explain myself or why I had become so aroused and my face turned even redder.

“Embrace it
, Precious.” He pulled the hair away from my face and stroked my cheek softly. “Let your mind give in to what your body obviously wants from what I can tell.” He pulled his fingers through my hair and down my back as he rolled my clit between his finger and thumb.

“
Oh…
god
,” I groaned loudly, pushing my pelvis into his thighs. Feeling his cock throb under me excited me. I had never felt so impetuous before. My mind was telling me this was wrong, but my body was on fire and I wanted his cock filling me.

“Is this what you want
, Princess?” He drove two fingers into my hot sex. My fists clenched into tight balls under the pillow as I cried out in a lustful wail, burying my face and feeling embarrassed by the sound of my own voice. 

He pulled his fingers from between my thighs and rubbed his hand up over my cheeks. “Get up
, princess. I need to make some readjustments. I want to see that pretty face of yours when you submit yourself to me.” His voice was low and husky.

He
helped pull me to my knees and told me to relax for a moment, while he opened up his pants freeing his aching cock. I felt just slightly disorientated as he took hold of my shoulders, turning me and pulled me into his lap cradling my back against his right arm and shoulder. I winced as the buckle on his pants brushed against my tender cheeks while he put his cock between my thighs.

“Now
, Precious,” he said, trailing his fingers up the inside of my left thigh. “Tell me what you want.” His cock throbbed pressing in against my lips.

I felt the wetness of my arousal ooze from my lips and trickle down them. My face blushed into a deep red. I didn’t know how to tell him what I wanted.

I gently thrust my hips forward, trying to indicate my need and moaned softly wrapping my left arm up around the back of his neck. He moved his fingers up my stomach to my right breast, pinching my nipple hard causing a stark pain to shoot though my entire chest, I cried out as I lurched back into the crook of his arm.

“Tell me
, Princess.” He repeated the torture to my left nipple and I cried out again feeling my body stiffen. “Lesson number two. Please me to
my
satisfaction.” He reached up and slapped my face softly, reminding me of my prior welts, and then drove his fingers between my soft pubic lips sending my clit into a heated frenzy.

“Fuck me
,” I blurted. My body shaking with torment unlike I had ever felt, my fingernails clutched into his shoulder. He drove his fingers deep into my wanting pussy and curled them up into me, pumping hard as I gasped and yelped.

“Do y
ou want to come, Princess?” His eyes were fixated on mine. I shut mine, not liking when he looked at me that way. “Open them…
now
.” His voice was stern and I opened them.

“Yes
, Sir, I want to come,” I stammered.

 
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, Precious?”

 
I watched him smile as he worked his fingers fast and hard. He slipped his right hand up under my armpit and pinched my nipple delicately. My body flexed and trembled, my breath practically came in gulps. My pussy gushed. I was embarrassed by the amount of liquid that came squirting out, all over his hand, all over his cock, and all over his sofa.

My body was still bucking mildly when he pulled his fingers from me, and slid his right hand from under my arm and into my hair. He pushed me forward swiftly, holding firmly to the hair at the base of my head. I cried out from the force he was using.

“Put your hands on the back of the couch,” he said as he stood up forcing me off his lap.

My knees were shaking badly as he took full control of my body and shoved me so that my hands landed on the back of the sofa. I heard his belt buckle hit the floor with a dull thud. Keeping his hand wrapped in my hair, he forced himself between my lips and plunged hard and
deep into my swollen yet still throbbing cunt. He groaned loudly as I cried out, raking his nails down my back harshly as he let go of my hair and thrust himself fast and hard, causing me to whimper repeatedly.

He moved both hands to my hips and started to pull me back as he drove into me, groaning and growling with each thrust. He slid his hand down
and around to my pussy lips and started to pinch and pull on my clit. I gasped and yelped, digging my fingers into the sofa while I started to thrust with him, my breasts swaying and bouncing wildly.

 
His cock grew intensely harder as it swelled inside of me. His nails were digging into my hip as he slammed his cock into me deeply and then held it there, while he rubbed my clit franticly with his other hand.

“Come for me
,” he growled.  “Come with my cock in your cunt, you little slut!” 

I couldn’t control my hips as I continued to rock back against him, my muscles squeezing and milking him. I kept thinking how wrong this was and yet, it felt so amazingly good.

“Oh…god!” I gasped as he pinched my clit and started to thrust again, hard and deep.

“Give it up
, bitch, it’s mine,” he panted.

My thighs felt like rubber as
my climax started to reach its pitch. My clit pulsating wildly under his fingers, I started to tremble. Even my arms felt like they were quivering as I held firmly to the back of the sofa.

“Oh… oh
, my god!” I yelled.

He pounded me with full determination as I clamped down hard with my sex on his cock. I started to squirt again, panting and
moaning. My arms gave way and buckled causing me to fall forward. He put his hands on the top of my shoulders, pulling back on them while he pounded me furiously.

“You need this don’t you
, bitch?” he dug his nails in harshly.

 
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, not wanting to displease him in this state.

He groaned loudly as he started to come, his cock thump
ing hard in my tight swollen cunt.

“Take it slut, take it all,
” he commanded, as his hips started to slow gradually, his come spurting repeatedly into my hot tender pussy.

Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright. I gasped loudly making a squealing noise. He spun me around wildly, and pushed me so that I fell onto the sofa. He stood up on the couch with his feet on each side of my thighs and his hands on the back of the couch.
  He squatted so that his cock was thrust before my lips. “Clean it off.  Suck it
now
,” he growled, forcing it into my mouth.

His hands were gripping the back of the sofa as he thrust himself fast hard and deep into the back of my throat gagging me several times. My pussy oozed all over the couch with each gag. He moved one hand to the back of my neck and started to force my head forward and back. I squealed franticly wrapping my hands around the backs of his thighs.

“Fuck
yes
that’s it!” he shouted.  “Swallow my cock!” He pumped another load of come into me, holding deep in the back of my throat. “Swallow it.  Swallow my fucking come.”