Afternoon Delight

by epiphany^

i walk in with an armload of groceries, and shove the door shut with the tip of my foot before heading to the kitchen. i am humming to myself, preoccupied, so i don't notice when the door does not shut completely. Grateful for the surprise afternoon off work i set about making a special dinner for Him. These days don't happen frequently, and i am hoping He will be most pleased.

Warm sunshine flows in the window as i look out on a lovely spring day. There are birds flying about, stopping at the feeder for a quick snack before returning to their play. The leaves on the trees are the new, bright green that hasn't had time to deepen, along with the white blossoms that proclaim the renewal of life. i muse about what a lovely day it as i chop vegetables for a salad. All of a sudden darkness encompasses me. There is a blanket over my head and someone grabbing me from behind. i shriek and begin to struggle, turning to take a stab with the knife. My wrist is caught mid-swing causing the knife to clatter uselessly onto the floor. A second set of hands grabs at me and i am pulled to the floor, face down. My hands are wrenched behind me and tied securely. The whole time i am thrashing about, and screaming. i feel the weight of one man as he sits on my back to still me. He growls, "HOLD STILL."

"Not a chance," i yell back at him renewing my struggles. i feel myself losing this battle as my feet are secured as tightly as my hands. Someone lays a sharp slap on my bottom as i hear laughter. The blanket is still over my head and i writhe about trying to get loose of it to see my assailants. Hands reach under the blanket and grab my neck, lifting my head slightly. The blanket comes off, and a blindfold quickly replaces it. In that short time i was unable to see anything because of the bright sunlight streaming into my eyes. Frustration and rage overcome me. i start swearing at whoever it is doing this to me.

My ears hear the laughter of my captors as they lift me and carry me off. One of them leans over and whispers in my ear, "Would you like to go for a little ride, honey?" i feel myself being shoved into the back of a van rather roughly. Well at least i think it is a van, there is a rug underneath me, and i feel like i am in an enclosed space. As the door rolls and slams shut i try to squirm away from my captor. He takes the opportunity to grab my breast and i shout at him trying to turn away, "Hey, that's mine, you want to feel go buy your own!" The hand only squeezes harder causing me to wince, as i hear a chuckle.

i hear the engine roar to life. "Why don't you just be a good girl and keep quiet. Then maybe we won't hurt you too much," a voice says from up in the front. The van lurches forward as it pulls out onto the road. Fear wells up in me, not knowing what will happen next. My mind begins to race as i desperately try to think up a way to escape. Why me? i just can't comprehend what value i could possibly have to kidnappers. Pulling my thoughts together i take the chance and ask, "Why me? What are you planning on doing to me?"
No answer is forthcoming, just the roar of the motor, and the whine of tires on the road. i can hear no sounds of other traffic as we make a turn and the road suddenly becomes rough, as if there was no longer any pavement. i lose myself in the horrors my memory finds in the tales of abductions. Steel fingers of panic grip my mind as i recall the stories of torture, rape and murder that litter modern news programs or worse, the over dramatized movie of the week. i start to wonder how i could endure it. Will i be aware until my last breath, or will i find a place of escape in my mind. i fail to notice we have come to a stop and the motor turned off. The door behind me opens, and once again i am dragged off to somewhere unknown.

Upon entering some type of building i hear music in the background. An inkling of comfort in this strange time, and my mind starts to wonder just what is going on. i am set upon a floor and hear a door shut. There is silence around me, and i wonder if i am alone. Suddenly i feel hands untying the ropes about my ankles. i wait for the time they are loose enough that i can kick and try getting away. Before they are completely undone leather restraints are then fastened in place. Recently, i dared to share my abduction fantasy with Him. i can't believe He has actually found a way to make it come true. A huge sigh of relief comes over me; this is no random happening. Somehow He has arranged this, but whom? i think back and try to place the voice. i am unable to match it up with anyone i have heard. My wildest fantasy however is completely incomparable to the feelings i am having with the reality of it. It makes my nerves alive with the desperate want to please and be pleasing. Yet i find myself paralyzed by my own ignorance of this person. "Who are you?" i ask, as another set of restraints is placed on my wrists. i fight the urge to resist and run, hoping for an answer to relieve my worry.

"You may call me Sir, and I am to be listened to and obeyed. That is all you need to know," he answers me with a stern voice.

With a sigh of resignation, i respond, "Yes Sir." My mind is still unable to place the voice. i find myself curiously aroused in anticipation of what is to come, even as my fear is slow to recede. Part of me rebels at even a semblance of compliance, while another shuts it out with endless curiosity and arousal. Hands take mine and assist me to my feet as i am led across the room. After being stopped my hands are raised above me and attached to chains. Gentle prodding causes me to spread my legs wide to make room for the bar. Such familiar occurrences for me yet the butterflies abound because of the unknown man directing me. i shift slightly from one foot to the other, seeking the limits of the chains or the presence of a wall to lean against, as i stand spread-eagle before my captor.

"Hold still now," he says, and i feel a sharp point against my throat. Slowly it traces down my chest popping the buttons on my blouse one by one. i take a slow deep breath and hold myself still, agonized by the scraping of the knife against my skin, and turned on by the sound of the delicate fabric tearing. The quick scrape as each button gives way sends a shiver down my spine. The knife is then brought to my shoulder and swiftly used to rip down the sleeve, repeated before i can even let out a moan. My blouse falls to the floor around me as i shake nervously. Hands cup my breasts and gently knead them until i let out an involuntary moan. Once again the knife slides across my flesh quickly popping the straps of my bra free. Then he draws the knife down the center of my chest, scratching me as the tip slides under the clasp. With a gentle tug it joins the blouse.

i am now standing naked from the waist up in front of a stranger. He has been so gentle, and i find myself growing more excited, anticipating what is to come. i wish i could see his face, to learn him, as he is learning me even now. Lips brush against my neck and i jump in surprise. His tongue trails down my neck while i toss my head back savoring the sensation. Without warning his mouth clamps onto my nipple and bites, causing me to cry out in pain.
i feel a tugging on the cuff of my pants as the knife once again attacks my clothing. Slowly and sensuously the fabric rips, the sound alone firing my arousal to even higher levels. As the cool air touches my skin, i feel like my body is becoming electrified. The fear and tension i felt earlier only making me more acutely aware of my response. After what seems an eternity of teasing, my pants fall away from me. All that is left between me and this person i have never seen before is a blue silk thong. The knife slips under the thong, over my mound and he slowly saws through the crotch before snipping it completely off me. It wasn't much of a barrier to begin with, but i feel panicked again. Completely open to this man, i become aware of my vulnerability. Almost as if he senses my nervousness i feel his hand run along my jaw, in a gesture of comfort.

The first smack of his hand on my ass takes me by surprise, both in its force, and the lack of warning. i jump, more from the surprise than from the pain, and then moan in anticipation of the next blow. Several more blows follow so swiftly i can barely tell them apart. The warm radiates over my ass as i feel like i am melting. My body starts to sway gently back and forth as i give myself over to the sensation. i am no longer concerned about who is inflicting this sweet torment on me.

As quickly as it started the spanking stops. i feel his breath on my neck as he lays a kiss there. The arousal he has been able to bring about in me surprises me, the tension still frightening. How can i surrender so easily to someone i do not know? The warmth of his closeness disappears and the strong thud of the flogger now commands my senses. My head falls forward and i feel myself floating away, each landing of the tails sensitizing me as waves of pleasure increase the moisture at my sex. The strokes become stronger and stronger as he sets up a rhythm, clarity leaving my mind only to be replaced by pure feeling. Pain or pleasure, which is the sensation? It is both combined, and i thrill in it.

His warmth once again comes close to me. i feel my nipples being rolled between his fingers. Loud moans escape me as i writhe under his touch. Pinching follows the gentle touch, driving me to move towards the hands tormenting me. Searing pain causes me to gasp as a clamp bites down on first one, and then the other nipple. i whimper and take slow deep breaths, trying to absorb the pain, and move it to that place of pleasure. i feel the chain against my lips and take it into my teeth. A voice comes to me, sounding oh so far away, "Don't drop it, there are weights attached, my dear." My mind is snapped back to reality as i realize i still don't recognize this voice. Who is this man tormenting me so wonderfully?

Within seconds, i feel the lash of another flogger, stinging me this time. Falling deeper into the sensation, surroundings and circumstances giving way to the joy of pain. Mind focusing on holding the chain and struggling not to cry out. i become aware of a new smacking on my ass, a paddle? Stronger and deeper burn, radiating further from the spot of impact with each swat. i can feel a burning growing, hot spots forming where the paddle most recently kissed my bottom. Amazed that i have been able to surrender so much to him, trusting him without even knowing who he is. Time becomes lost. Sounds come from me through clenched teeth for i struggle to hold the chain. Everything with in me wants to scream out loud, release this pain, and suck the pleasure from it.

Once again the spanking stops. i draw in ragged breaths, aroused to a fever pitch now. i listen intently hoping to discern his next move. My head is yanked back and i scream out in pain, dropping the chain. The weights seemingly drag my nipples to the floor and another scream follows. That voice reminds me, "I warned you." Tears well up in my eyes and i struggle to master the pain. "Deep breath," i hear him commanding me, and one clamp comes off. It is all i can do to hold still and silent. Fire-like pain shoots through my nipple like a bullet as the blood flow returns. Dreading the second one, i hear, "Again, deep breath." The voice seems so far away, and the pain again overcomes me as the clamp is released. i cry out this time, unable to control myself. Hands cup my breasts gently and massage them, softening the intense pain to a tender ache. This man is such a dichotomy, brutal yet tender. Each moment i grow more comfortable with him.

i hear the whir of a pinwheel in my ears, and shiver in anticipation. The next touch is sharp, but quickly turns soft and tickling. A feather slides over my sides, causing me to squirm and giggle. Followed almost immediately by the rolling pinpricks across my tender nipples. Sensations changing so fast i can't keep up with the whines and the giggles. My whole body starts to twist and wiggle. Trying to get away, and yet treasuring the feelings, and not wanting to really move away from them. My body reacts of its own volition in this. All i am feeling is a tingle throughout me, floating on air. The pinwheel offering its own set of varying stimuli, depending on where it roams. Over the tenderized spanked spots, stabbing sensations prevail, but over unmarked flesh it too tickles. The feather, tickling and prickling depending on which tip touches my skin. Overwhelmed, i stop trying to sort out what i am feeling and struggle to regain control of my breath, now coming in ragged gasps.

Arms wrap around me and pull me close. Quaking and moaning i feel the hands softly touching me all over, soothing and calming me. Kisses are laid on my neck and cheeks, soft tongue touching caresses that drive me to the edge. All i can do now is moan and push myself against him. He begins to bite at me, sending me to near convulsive spasms. It is that feeling where it feels so good, but is just too intense to endure.

Without warning he steps away, as a cane whistles through the air, contacting my well-beaten ass. The yelp is loud, and i focus on breathing. My mind tells my body to relax, and awaits the next lash. A second one hits, just above the first. In my mind i say, "FUCK that hurt...do it again!" i am not sure if any sound comes out, as i work on my breathing. This intense pain is the limit of what i can bear; yet i have no wish for it to end. Once again i feel the searing hot pain as the cane finds its mark. Are those my screams i am hearing? i lean forward in my bonds, not aware of anything but the incredible pain, and the fire it has caused to consume my ass.

From the front my thighs are now attacked with a crop. The soft tender flesh on the inside burns with each blow. i twist around, moaning with each stinging lash. i can feel the welts rising, and the blows landing higher and higher. Each step toward that tender flesh of my sex has me crying out. Knowing the inevitable place the crop will land, i struggle to steady myself and prepare. Suddenly two blows in quick succession land on my breasts. The yell i release is intense and i arch my back towards him, hoping for another. Then when least expecting it; a fierce blow lands square on my pussy. i melt, and take off all at the same time, slumping in my bonds, yet flying so high.

Arms once again support me as i regain a little composure. His hands roam over me in soothing caresses, and slowly return me to reality. i softly sigh and moan from the touches. They bring me back from the pain and into the arousal. Lustfully i attempt to grind against him, only to have him move out of reach. That voice, one now familiar, yet still unknown says to me, "Not yet. In good time you may know pleasure." A moan of frustration escapes my lips, and fingers pinch a nipple turning it into a whimper of pain.

i hear the clang of metal as the bar is removed from between my feet, and then feel the release of my arms. i limply shake them about a little to get the circulation going once again. My hands are pushed behind my back and the cuffs fastened together. He then guides me to my knees before him. Fingers gently winding into my hair he brings his hard cock to my lips. Eagerly i open my mouth sucking him in deep. His hand moves my head as he pleases, fucking my mouth roughly. i lick and suck at him, relaxing and allowing him to control the pace. Faster he moves me and i feel his orgasm building. His cock jumps in my mouth as he explodes in passion. Sucking as hard as i can, i swallow all he has to give me. And after, carefully licking him, cleaning his cock, sharing the tender afterglow.

He sits down before me and trails his hands along my widespread thighs. i sigh as the tingles once again start flowing through me at his touch. Desperate for release, i try to remain as still as possible, fearing any show of eagerness on my part will end the caress. His fingers slide along my pussy, which is dripping wet in anticipation. With soft moans of pleasure i begin to rock my hips against his hand. Two fingers slide deep inside me as his thumb circles my clit. Soft moans become loud ones; rocking becomes bucking. i am right on the edge and gasping for breath. "Please Sir," i beg, "May i cum please Sir?" No answer. Biting my lip, and grinding hard into his hand i struggle with my body for control.

All of a sudden i hear Master's voice break through, and He says "NOW!" There is no mistaking His voice. Needing no further encouragement i scream as the explosion overtakes me. i wildly writhe against His hand, a million stars blazing in my eyes. i fall forward against Him, panting with exhaustion. He wraps me in his arms for a moment, tenderly stroking my flesh. Then He slips the blindfold off, and i see a friend sitting in the beanbag across from me in our dungeon. My face takes on a bright flush. i remember my wanton responses, and just how completely i surrendered in view of this man. At the same time i see the smile on his face and i feel a thrill at having been watched this whole time. i look up at Master and smile as He says to me, "So darlin', what's for dinner?"

Giggling, i reply to Him, "Tossed salad Sir," as i remember where my preparations landed when i was taken captive.