M. Starr masterstarr@yahoo.com Judy’s Story: The Beginning judysstory.txt BDSM domination, submission The house is quiet, the kids gone for the weekend. She awaits him at the door, kneeling as she was told. All the preparations he required of her have been done, yet she thinks as she waits, looking about the house. "Is everything as he wanted it?" Her mind racing, she can not see any clocks from where she kneels, and the seconds seem like minutes, yet they pass by as fast as her heart beats. Told that once all was prepared she was to kneel and wait for him, and not move for any reason. The house is warm enough even in her naked state, yet she has chills. It’s the anticipation of finally meeting him for the very first time. He has seemed for some time now, to be all she needs. He did not try all the normal lines and quick pitches, accepting she had kids and other responsibilities that required her to stay where she lives. Her vows to her Order, which most could not understand, had been accepted as well. She can hear the clock ticking away, and yet time is still. How she hopes he can be all she needs! So many have shown they are merely players trying to be dominant, disappointing her time after time. Will she measure up to his requirements? Will she be able to please him, to be his worthy slave? She shakes the thoughts away. She needs to get her head straight, yet it is so hard. She is so close to the edge, and he is not even here. As she wonders if her directions were good enough that he can find the property, her body is heading in its own direction. It is harder to keep to this reality. A truck is pulling up. It has to be him! Her mind is only half here. What if it is some one else? No, there can't be any one else, it is him, she knows it. Foot steps approach, then stop and veer off toward the distance. Where would he go? He must want to come in after his long trip. She tries to peer out the window, but can see nothing from her vantage point. If she moves she will not be where he put her, but she needs to see him. She lifts up, yet she can not see out to where he might be. She crawls to the window, and peers out, surveying the land, he is nowhere to be seen, yet there is the truck. It is him, but where could he have gone? She drops back down, and crawls back to her spot. She waits... It seems forever, and then she is startled by his voice right behind her. "Well hello pet, I didn't think my girl could resist seeing where I had gone. Could you girl"? "No Sir" she answers quickly. "Disobedience is not an acceptable aspect, is it girl?" He questions her. The terror rises; she knew she should have just waited. She is trembling,” I offer no excuse Sir', she says with a low voice. "Turn toward me girl, that I may see you," He commands. She pivots with out moving from her position. He looks her up and down, the same smirk remains on his face, no change in his expression. He points to the floor in front of him. She starts to move, then resumes her place, still looking at him. He snaps his fingers and again points to the floor in front of him. She doesn't move, and yet tears well at the corner of her eyes. He then very softly tell her "Move girl", with out hesitations she crawls to the place he pointed, eyes cast down, but perfect posture. "Very good, girl, but from this point on, if she is given a hand gesture, she is to obey as if it was my voice" he tells her in such a soft voice. "Yes Sir" she replies, head held high with pride. His hand softly caresses her hair with long slow strokes. Then he puts his hand in front of her, she understands the gesture, and places her hand in his. He lifts her hand up and she balances with it to stand. Once she is up she moves her feet apart, still holding his hand. "Inspection" he states, and her hands go behind her head, interlacing her fingers. His hand brushes down along her side, almost tickling her. Yet as he circles her, she sees or hears nothing in either direction. He stops behind her, she can feel his breath on her hands and the nape of her neck, he is so close. His voice so low it is barely audible, "My girl, such tender and soft skin, it has aged well, and yet,,,,” His pause is long; she knows she is not pleasing to him... His hand grasping her ass cheek, kneading it, his breath still warm on her neck. Releasing one cheek long enough to take the other in his hand, and give it a good couple of squeezes, then his fingers slide downwards between her cleft, teasingly at her puckered little hope, it is well oiled and would allow him any access he would want. His fingers teasingly circle her awaiting hole, she presses back against him to show she is more than willing. He licks down along her spine, making her shudder, his fingers move past her anus, and he can feel the wetness, it is obvious she is excited, and would not hold back from him if he took her right now. His finger spread her lips apart without touching her swelling clit. Gently rubbing ever so slowly up and down along the sides. Her knees all but going out on her, his hand grasps from underneath her, applying even more pressure on her already excited mound, his other arm reaches and holds her up. "She is weak I see, too much attention for her" he asks her softly. She is barely able to speak, her words come through ragged breaths, "Sir's touch is very powerful." “The girl will kneel as he lowers her downward slowly. "I am sorry for disappointing Sir with what he has found" she says softly. "Hmmm... Did I say I was disappointed in my girl?" he asks her. "Not exactly Sir" she responds softly, head hanging down. "Do not assume what I think, girl. It is not your place" taking a handful of hair, tilting it back, looking deep in her eyes," and I am sure she will not make the same mistake twice"! She tries to bow her head, but quickly realizes that is not possible at the time," Yes Sir, it will not happen twice". He lingers looking upon her face, then pulling her downward on her back. Once she is flat on the floor she spreads her still folded knees, opening herself to him. He releases her hair, and caresses down along her supple neck every so lightly down across her chest. His fingers twirl around her hardened nipples, taking them between his fingers, grasping them firmly, stretching them slowly outward, and watching her face. Continuing to pull it out from her body until she starts to wince, then going out just a bit more, before turning his wrist as the skin folded over itself. Her mouth opens wide sucking air deep into her lungs as she feels the exuberating pain burn across her breast. He holds it for a long moment, before letting go and watching as it springs back to its original shape. His palm presses flat against it and rubs it gently, in such contrast to what it felt seconds before. He reaches across to her other breast, slightly twisting, kneading it, cupping, massaging. Then as she feels a level of relaxed composure, he gives it the same treatment that the other had just received. This time as the mouth opens it is not quiet as the first time. Yet it is not the kind of scream one might imagine, there is a sense of passion ringing off the walls. As he releases the hold of the flesh, he smiles. He stands above her, pacing around her exposed body, his steps sure and quiet. After circling her a few times he walks from the room without a word. Her mind races, thoughts overwhelm her in her altered state. She is there, her physical body laid out on the floor naked, awaiting what will be next. Time passes, what seems endless, and the house remains still. She is startled when she hears the whooshing sound, yet before she can react she feels the bite across her chest. Her eyes spring open, and her hands come up in reaction to the stinging of her breasts. She sees the next stroke coming down upon her unprotected body. It collides across her belly, and her hands instinctively move from her chest downward, snagging the leather strips. A soft but harsh voice, "Was the girl told to move or cover herself?" she is asked. "No Sir, she just reacted." is her response, and her hands move back to the floor instantly. The flogger crashes to her body 4 times in rapid succession. Her fists clench as the blows land. Her eyes close and she bathes in the experience, accepting what is yet to come. Taking the turns of long flogger between quick strokes over her body, and dragging it over the reddening surface, he gives the blood time to rise before working the next area. He chooses sections indiscriminately for the next area to torment. She is slow to realize when she feels no new strokes from him. She glances around the room; he is nowhere in sight. Her body feels like its on fire, she notices that she can feel the wetness of her pleasure. He returns with a small suitcase and sets it on the coffee table. Not even giving her a glance, a determined look on his face as he opens the bag. She can hear Velcro straps being pulled apart and things within the bag being dislodged. Without turning he tells her to kneel, her back to him. She moves gingerly as her knees have been too long folded under her body. She feels some kind of cloth being place on her head. Things go dark as it covers her face. The next item put into place was a set of cuffs to her ankles, and then a small bar attached to them. Her feet begin to be moved further apart, her body bends to his will. Then a set of cuffs are placed on her wrists, yet he doesn't attach them together. She is left, with her feet tethered and wrists cuffed. Once she is lost in the darkness, she feels little sharp daggers dragging down her back, criss crossing along her shoulder blades, down her spin to her ass cheeks before rising along her sides, over her back, to her nape of her neck. She can almost feel the skin rise where the sharp, knife like points have dragged over her skin. She feels his hot breath on her neck, and then his tongue as it licks and darts like that of a snake. He nibbles and licks about her neck, then she feels the daggers again; teasing, tormenting along her sides. The daggers move from her sides down along her thighs, the sensations taking her deep into an altered state. His nibbles become near bites as she feels the daggers creeping up the inside of her thighs, drawing closer to her exposed womanhood. The excitement taking her to the edge, she feels the need to release. His hot breath, the biting of her neck and shoulders, build the excruciating pleasure of her body. His fingers are circling her defenseless pussy. She begins to shudder, her body telling a story all its own, of lack of control. He whispers in her ear "cum for me girl, cum now!" The release is exceptional; she is lost in his arms as he leads her body and mind in the direction he has chosen. Her body convulses, her consciousness far from her physical body, swimming in ecstasy. She awakens; lying in her bed, the room quiet. As she slips from sleep to reality, she thinks it was but a dream, a sweet fulfilling erotic dream. Oh she must get up! He will be here soon, and maybe... Then she realizes that she can not move, her body is immobilized. She lifts her head to look down, she sees her body as if it were someone else’s, bound in a leather harness. Straps restrict the slightest of movement; ropes attached to the harness make sure that she can not even roll from the bed. The only part of her body that has any ability to move is her head. She relaxes back into the pillow, closes her eyes, and her mind drifts back to what has happened to her.