Poems Songs of a chained heart Guidelines To play the game, for a slave, means to obey the rules... Fiction Work of fantasy, these stories are dreams, scenes imagined and events wished to become reality

main my submission faces of me writings ink on paper friends awards Updates Site Map Guestbook Day Two With a playful pat on the butt, he orders her to get up out of the bed and shower, once again, leaving the door open and curtain drawn for his viewing pleasure if he wishes. She giggles lightheartedly and pads off to the bathroom, collecting her clothes and bath essentials along the way. She washes quickly, but this time he enters, and for a brief moment she is self-conscious, her body tenses and she feels her cheeks turning a dim red as she looses her composure. Then recalling all they have been through in the last twenty-four hours, she lets go once more. They shower and get ready together, talking cheerfully and laughing. After they finish, he discloses that they are off to the supermarket. She wonders if he will make her choose the food that he has asked her to prepare for him. She smiles enthusiastically. They arrive at the market, and choose a pizza restaurant to eat at. Marveling at the size of the mall they are in, she walks over to a small table in the center of the walkway, sending flirtatious smiles to the men who pass, her bright eyes shining. She seats herself and waits for his return, and as he approaches, her eyes dance as they never have before. He smiles at her, both hands full of a large tray pilled high with their order. They eat, they chat, they laugh, and in one sudden instant, he asks for her right wrist. Startled, uncertain what he has planned for her, she slowly offers him her wrist, and watches him pull out a thin black leather bracelet that buckles in the middle. He touches her flesh with it and she feels her belly tremble, she searches his eyes. He answers her unspoken question in a cool composed voice, “this is a precaution, krystynn.” She has no idea what he is referring to, but she calms down with the reassuring trust she has in him, and finishes eating contently, rotating her wrist to feel the leather hug her skin erotically. They finish their lunch, and stroll cheerfully to the enormous market only yards from them. They saunter through the store, her on his left, hand in hand; mentally running through the items they were to pick up. Dropping his hand casually, she wanders away, not far, but far enough for her not to hear his gentle call. Looking back at him, unaware of his discontentment, she smiles as their eyes meet, and sensing the annoyance in his, she promptly walks back to his side. He lowers his hand and seizes her right wrist with authority, she jumps slightly from being stunned, and she hears the “click” of the brass clasp, then a solid tug to show her she has been leashed. A slight gasp escapes her lips. “I will not allow you to stray, krystynn,” he whispers his warning as he pulls her along holding the delicate leash in his hand. She realizes suddenly what the charming leather bracelet was for, her tummy shudders with delightful distress, and she smiles enthusiastically. They gather the items they have come for, leisurely filling their basket as they chat and walk together. She happily follows him all over the store, and when they are ready to check out, he releases her from her leash and sends her to return the cart. “Hurry back, My girl,” His voice is reserved and unpretentious. She trots off merrily, and on her way back, a dazzling shop catches her attention out of the corner of her eye. She hesitates. Looking down the walkway, she ensures that he cannot see her, and she slips instantly into the small shop. Thumbing through the brightly colored scarves, she finds a black silk one, and remembers him asking her before to purchase him one precisely like this one. She smiles from ear to ear at the treasure she has found, and skips back to his side. With a proud smile, she reports to him what she has found, and a look of approval crosses his face. He follows her down the pathway to the tiny store, and she points to the hanging scarves on the rack, not a black one in sight. He looks down at her sternly. In a condescending voice he asks, “How could you possibly see a black scarf beneath all those brightly colored ones? Were you straying again, krystynn?” She sinks downward, and the proud smile escapes her face, as she becomes conscious of what she has done. She faintly squeaks out, “i was merely looking for You, Master, to please You.” She tries to look rather innocent, but her attempt does not convince him. The look of disappointment from him darts fast throughout her entire body. As he leashes her again he tells her, “I told you to hurry back, krystynn. Obviously, you did not learn your lesson in the supermarket.” She can feel his look burn into her soul, and she knows she has seriously displeased him. Her heart hurting now, her submission put on the line, he orders her to purchase the scarf with her collared arm, allowing the clerks to notice her bound wrist. She blushes from the humiliation, and does as she is told. Another few stores down, his face still full of stern solitude, her expression lights up as she spots some shoes she finds cute. Detecting her interest, he asks her if she wants them, and she nods, looking up at him with childish eyes. He nods unsympathetically in return and casually tells her she will buy them leashed. She shudders in disbelief at her punishment, and annotates to herself to be more obedient in the future. Hoping the remorse on her face is enough for him to forgive her, she feels the nudge on her back to go into the store, and she sighs quietly. She proceeds into the store, trying several pairs of shoes on, and while her face is clearly red, she understands the level of discontentment she has brought him. Her soul is on fire, and she has learned her lesson well. Looking up at him, eyes filling with sincere regret, she smiles enthusiastically. They arrive back to his contemporary apartment, and she is told to prepare for play. She trembles with the unknowing, and scurries off to freshen up for him. While she tends to her body, she hears fumbling and the rattling of chains and steel, and she shivers hard before the mirror. She returns to him quickly, and he tells her to kneel at his feet while he sits on the couch. She obeys. He proceeds to speak to her in a calm soothing tone, and she feels the nervousness flee from her tiny body. She is relaxed and lost in his voice, not really paying much attention to the fact that he has prepared the living room, transforming it into his own private dungeon. He speaks in a low controlled voice, “My girl, go and fetch Me My black bag.” She rises immediately and returns with the bag, lowering her body to kneel at his feet once more. She looks up at him, her bright green eyes excited and awaiting what is in store for her. Her belly flutters. Watching him, she sees him pull out the black silk scarf from the bag, and for an instant, her shame returns, reminding her that she displeased him, only to be thrown aside as she watches him toy with the scarf sensually. She begins to bounce softly in her kneel, the anticipation almost too great for her to restrain herself. The scarf flowing softly through his hands, he looks at her intensely, his sea blue eyes piercing her soul. She smiles enthusiastically. She leans forward to him some, feeling him secure the silky scarf around her head. The room becomes black, and she unexpectedly feels the heat in the area surround her body, her senses intensifying from the loss of her sight. Her breath shortens with each touch he lays on her, his hand slowly, gently traveling over her soft cheeks, her brow, and her tender lips. She feels his powerful hands gradually spinning her around, and her delicate feet cross over each other. He reaches down and lifts her from the floor; she floats in his strong hands. Her body is raised up, feeling her uneasiness, he simply whispers reassuringly in her ear, “I have you, krystynn.” She senses the cold wood under her tiny feet, although uncertain of what it is, she assumes it is the coffee table that accessories his sitting room. Her body quivers knowing and recalling the scene that they practiced online, she remembers his threats of following through in real time, to enhance her submission and train her to overcome her greatest fear; being naked in front of a another, her modesty manipulating her submission. Knowing that he senses her thoughts, she hears his peaceful deep voice, “krystynn, My slave, did you honestly think I would not remember?” She shakes her head instantly, her dainty hands fumbling before her, concealing her chest. He speaks almost in a taunting manner to her, and she remembers the scene perfectly with her eyes sightless. “My girl, where do your hands belong?” She drops her hands little by little, allowing them to lie restlessly at her sides, her entire body trembling fiercely now; she waits to hear his encouraging voice. He continues to speak to her, “krystynn, My girl, you are a beautiful creature, but I am troubled. you see, I would like to see the beautiful body I own.” Her heart pounds rapidly as she stands before him and she feels her blood pressure attempting to burst out of her veins. She shakes. He asks her if she would like to take her shirt off herself, or if she would be needing assistance. She does not answer as she feels her tongue paralyzed. Grasping the bottom of her shirt, with one fluid movement, she sheds her blouse, feeling it slide from her hand, down her fingers, and dropping to the floor. A serene moan of satisfaction escapes his lips. He asks once again if she will need help with her black bra, and timidly, she lifts her hands to her back and unfastens the clasp, letting it also slide down her body to the ground. She is terrified now, and he understands this at once. In a calming tone he speaks to her, “oh, My girl, you did not tell Me how beautiful your breasts were.” A massive whimper of relief falls from her moist parted lips through her heavy breathing. She waits, knowing what he must crave next, but something surmounts him, and sightlessly she senses him circling around her, taking fluid steps. From the uneasiness, she raises her hands quickly, an involuntary motion, covering up her chest, her hands almost reaching her firm breasts. SMACK! She feels her ass ignite from his concrete hand, and she caves her body slightly leaning forward from the force. Soft tears form in her eyes, the sensation of humiliation and reprimand over whelming her. He responds to her actions, “stand up straight, krystynn, and clasp your hands behind your back. Be proud to be a woman. I am amazed at your beauty and I desire to appreciate it.” She again does as she is instructed. Feeling his supple hands caressing her skin, on her shoulders, down her back as he rotates around her, then descending to her breasts, the desire blazes through her entire body. He gently unbuttons her pants, and she feels them falling down her slender legs and resting at her ankles. Her breathing still shallow, almost unmanageable, but she tries not to move, wanting to satisfy him with all that she is. She feels him shifting her weight, and again her trust is tested while he slips each tiny foot out of her slacks, tossing them casually to the floor. She hears him again and she is entranced in his voice. ”Now, there is only one thing keeping me from admiring your entire body, krystynn.” She shakes hard knowing it is her black thong. Fighting the urge to raise her hands to cover up her mortified body, she detours them with her mind and commands them to help her slither out of her panties. At last, she hears his pleased sigh, and her heart races. She stands before him, in all Mother Nature’s glory, the thoughts of disappointment in what is facing him singes her soul, and she tries to maintain her self-control. Still blinded, suddenly she feels his lips on hers, delicately, sensually kissing her. The trials of the past events propel her passion, and she kisses him back openly. She feels his tender lips without warning on her erect dark nipples, next up her collarbone, and to her neck, his silky lips caressing every inch of her skin. Then no sensation, nothing. Suddenly, she feels him moving down her back, traveling down the valley deeply indented by her muscles. Slowly, he brushes his lips across her velvety flesh, up the insides of her thighs, and she gasps for a breath of air, feeling her brunette pubic hairs being aroused by the warmth of his breath, his mouth never touching her skin. She breathes exceptionally shallowly; he can sense her excitement. Carefully, he directors her off the table, down to the floor, and She feels his hands guiding her down to a kneel on the solid pine floor, and her knees sting briefly. She hears the bag, and the sound of the heavy chains. Her tiny wrists imprisoned swiftly, and she whimpers softly, leaning forwards somewhat to submit to the act. She hears the clank, her ankles pulsate with pain from the cuffs also fastened on them, and she tries to pull her bound hands to the floor, only to realize immediately that her arms and legs are connected. Silence fills the room, and she knows he must be admiring his bound slave. She trembles hard, and again is shocked by his touch. His solid hands dancing delicately, compassionately across her helpless body; touching her cheek, her breasts, her tummy, her thighs. Soon she feels herself relaxing into his hands, and she breathes steadily again, only the softest of gasps interrupting the rhythm. She hears his low voice as he detects her calming down, “My girl, you will come and please Me now.” She hears the muffled creaking of a chair, and feels his hands on her shoulders, directing her to pivot in her kneel and sliding her closer to him. She feels his legs on either side of her thighs, and relaxes quickly she is facing his lap. She lowers her head, blonde hair cascading over his lap, taking him in; she does as she is told. He removes the blindfold so he can see her eyes; hers meet with his and his intense look sends wave after wave of pleasurable desires shuddering throughout her body. He rises from the chair and in one fluid motion is at once behind her. Holding her hair powerfully, he thrusts her head down on the center of the chair. Her tiny body heaving with passion, he takes that which belongs to him on the floor. After a short while, the wild animal fury in his eyes provokes him, and he again repositions her, holding her as if she is a mere cloth doll. This time over the fluffy cushions of the couch, her head dangling gently over the back, knees deep rooted in the seat. He takes her again forcefully. Soft, lingering moans soar from her moist parted lips, her body his, she cries out his name. Then in the heat of passion, as if to prove one last time she is his, he throws her on the full of the couch, pinning her tiny body with his weight, using her once more for his own pleasure, their bodies reaching peak together before they collapse exhausted. An untamed peacefulness bonding the two bodies, they each catch their breath. He caresses her tenderly, and in his arms, she smiles enthusiastically. He says in a groggy voice, “it is getting late My dear, why don’t you go and get ready to go out?” She obeys his command, although with a soft sigh, she regretfully tears herself from his arms and trots off to shower and prepare for the night. She chooses a casual pair of pants, and a nice shirt to accompany them. After preparing herself, she pads to him, her bright green eyes dancing as she looks up at him, her hand bag in one hand and her leather jacket in the other. To her surprise, he says they are going to wait a while to go out, and that they shall have a drink. “Go and open the Esteva and bring back two glasses, please krystynn.” She is still in awe of his subtle voice; she lays her purse and coat by the door, and goes to retrieve his order. She finds the red wine, and opens it easily with the corkscrew, taking two crystal glasses from the top self, she returns to him, glasses in one hand and the bottle in the other. She carefully pours him a glass, only filling it enough for a taste. He takes the glass from her, and her tummy flutters as his hand brush hers gently. Lifting the glass to his tender lips, he sips the wine, and nods with approval to her. She slowly fills his glass the rest of the way, and turns to her own to fill also. They sit on the couch talking quietly, classical violins singing in the background, and she feels at home with him, totally relaxed and comfortable. They share a couple of soft kisses. She perks up, feeling the sweet wine tantalize her body, and she tells him her favorite joke. They laugh playfully, sharing the wine and the jokes they have come to love. She smiles enthusiastically. They enter the bar, her arm tucked under his left one, and they are overwhelmed by the crowd. They scan the room fretfully, and after a few moments, she wanders off to find a waiter. She calmly asks him, her eyes shining bright with flirtation, if he will find them a table. Within a few seconds, they are seated at a table for four, and she looks at him with a puzzled expression. She has no idea what to order, so he does it for her, and a few minutes later a tall glass of Sangria arrives with an assortment of fruits floating in the top. She sips the cocktail, bobbing her straw trying to spear the fruit while they chat casually. Soon, his friends join them, and they lightheartedly continue their talk. She flirts with the two new men that have joined them, and a huge jug of Sangria arrives with four long straws for them to share. They sip the tropical drink, laughing and joking, when he looks at her and speaks in a deep profound voice, “krystynn here, likes to sing in public, guys.” She freezes and her eyes grow enormous. She wonders why he would say that knowing that she feels very insecure about her voice, and she catches a glimpse of the Dominant deep-rooted within his eyes, testing and pushing her. She pretends like she doesn’t notice, and he does not force the issue any further. A wave of relief swoops over her body. After a while, through the giggling and chatting, she takes a deep breath and blurts out the words from her favorite song. She is shocked at herself and her eyes search his. He is stunned, but happy, impressed with her obedience, his eyes dance as he meets her look. She smiles enthusiastically. They have a fantastic time, and his best friend suggests they all go to a discotheque. Panic shoots through her body as she looks down at what she is wearing, a plain shirt and a pair of jeans. She looks back up at him, bright green eyes pleading with him, and almost instantly, he knows. “Yes krystynn, W/we will go back so that you may change,” his voice is steady and unruffled, and she wonders if he is all knowing. They pay the bill, and are off to the apartment on foot. She decides on a spaghetti strapped red dress, it is very exotic with red Spanish embroidery trim. She feels sassy and mischievous, and giggles as they climb into the car. The club is overflowing with smoke and deafening music; she loves it, and dances the night away. Moving up to a glass loft, she dances with him close, hip to hip, she sways and rolls before him. Teasing and taunting him, his eyes radiate in the low light. She imagines for a brief second that she has made a power exchange. Then unexpectedly, as if he senses it, he grabs her forcefully and kisses her passionately. Her body melts in his arms, and he watches her stumble as he releases her. He chuckles to himself while she gathers her composure and realizes there was no power exchange, it was only he allowing her to have a small amount of control; taking it from her at the first sign of misuse. They dance until early into the morning, and then they are off for home. Sitting in the backseat, listening and loosing herself in his voice as he talks, she smiles enthusiastically.