Taken.... "You will be mine tonight!" you tell me in a commanding voice that intones nothing less than complete compliance. You inform me that you will arrive at my house at noon, and that I cannot possibly be prepared for what will happen to me today. At the mere thought I quiver, and find myself getting wet. I have wanted this for a long time to surrender myself to you completely, to be yours in this way.

I am willing to go as far as I have to and do whatever is neccesary to make this happen. I am glad that you are willing to take me there. I sometimes find myself split though, my dominant side wanting to rebel to resist, and my submissive side desiring nothing less than total submission. I have not cum for well over a month, well except for that one time in my sleep when I was dreaming about you. It was so real so intense, almost as if you were actually there touching me. I screamed out in pleasure and awaked soaking wet and completely spent.

Because of denying myself orgasm, I am hypersensitive. I am afraid that one touch, or maybe even just one look from you will be enough to send me over the edge.

What will you think of my lack of control? Will it delight you or displease you? I find myself wanting to know. You arrive at my house about half past noon. Sometimes I think you arrive late on purpose, just to build the anticipation and make me wonder if you're even coming at all. You walk up to me and grab my nipples, pinching them hard.

They swell between your fingers.

"You will be mine today." you tell me again "Mine in every sense of the word.".

Your words both delight and terrify me.

The submissive side of me delights in the thought of being yours, but the dominant side of my nature is frightened by the thought.

For the past several months I have made my desires very clear to you. I have told you of all the things I want. We both know our place as I surrender more to you your strength grows. This is what I want the way it should be the way it needs to be. Even now I can feel myself different with you. Ipm more willing, pliable, shapeable. I want you to direct me. I want to surrender myself completely to your will. I want to give myself to you in this way.

You tie my hands to the beam that runs along the ceiling.

You pull the ropes tight making me stand on tippy toes. You wouldn't want me to be too comfortable, and you tell me so. I watch as you take out your whips, floggers, collars, and blindfolds, and arrange them neatly on the bed. You are watching me watch you, and I know that everything you are doing is done with intent and purpose. You pick up your suede leather flogger and begin to caress my skin with it. "Is this what you want?", you ask me as the slaps become harder. "This is one of the things I desire.", I tell you as the leather makes angry red welts on my flesh. "Maybe something a little more intense is in order.

" you tell me as you slide your hand between my legs to feel my wetness. "Tell me what it is that you want?" you say to me as you rub my personal place. I want your touch. I want to taste you. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to give me what I desire. I want you to deny me pleasure. I want to rebel. I want to yield to you.

I want to surrender.

I share all of my thoughts with you. I hold nothing back. I tell you everything.

"Are you really sure that is what you want?" you ask me. I tell you that is exactly what I want as I feel your finger slide into me. The spasms start and roll like waves of thunder crashing over me as I squeeze your finger. I cannot think, only feel. I find it hard to comprehend what you are saying to me. "What do you want?" you ask again.

I tell you that I want to feel you inside of me. "Not yet." you say as you get the other flogger "Not yet.

". You remove your finger from my wetness and stick it up to my mouth. I suck hungrily on it wishing it were your length. I can't feel my hands anymore. They are numb, and my arms ache. You whip me a few times with the flogger. This one isn't gentle like the suede leather. It is thick and hard and bites into my skin. "Do you want me to stop?" you ask me, and I tell you no.

I never want you to stop.

So you stop anyway.

You stand behind me and I can feel your breath on the back of my neck and in my ear while you whisper seductively to me. I can feel your hands caress my skin ever so tenderly. It feels so good. Your gentle touch is so soothing a sharp contrast to the lashes that were just inflicted. You grab my hair and pull me back to you. "Who do you belong to?" you ask me. "You.

" I answer. "You're not quite there yet are you? You want it so badly but you're holding back holding on to that last bit of safety. You want to give it up to me but you're not quite ready. Something is missing and I believe I know what it is.

You need to cry. You need for me to spank you until the tears pour from your eyes. Yes, the tears the key to your complete surrender." With that you untie me and instruct me to lay across your lap. You inform me that we can stop at any time, the choice is mine. As I feel the leather biting into my flesh so many things explode inside my mind. A part of me wants to run to tell you to stop to get away. The pain is more intense than anything I've experienced up to this point. Part of me wants to cry to just let it out and get it over with, and a part of me wants to scream. "Just let it out, let it go.", you tell me.

"This is what you want, what you desire, and all that I am asking of you.". I can feel the tears welling up behind my eyes. Why is it so hard for me to cry? To just give in? Why does my dominant side have to get in the way? So many questions... Then something happens. The tears begin to pour out of my eyes and my body goes utterly limp. As the sobs come I relax into you into a state of utter helplesness, like that of a newborn animal in the care of it's mother.

It is primal instinctive, and reassuring. You ask me again "Who do you belong to?".

I cry out through my sobs "You...I belong to you.

", and this time you know that I mean it. You pull me up to you and kiss me. You wipe the tears from my eyes.

You lay me down on the bed and begin to touch me. I watch your face. I can't take my eyes off of you. You ask me what I want and I tell you that I only want to surrender myself to you completely to fulfill your desires. With those words you enter me, and in this moment you and I are all that exist. I can't tell where you end and I begin. I don't care. I only want to stay here in this moment with you for as long as I possibly can to be here with you. I want to feel you and touch you and taste you. I can feel myself cumming again. As the spams flood over me I am sure that I have died and gone to Heaven. It has to be.

Nothing in life could possible feel this good. You pull out of me and put your length up to my lips.

I suck hungrily. I have been waiting for this moment as well. I cannot believe the depth of my need. I want to swallow your length and drink you up.

You ask me if I want your cum? I nod my head yes. Please give it to me I beg. With that you explode down my throat. I swallow every drop and toy you clean. You tuck me into bed and kiss me. "You'd better get your rest." you tell me "so you'll be ready for next time.", and that said you gather your things and quietly walk away. K.

Feryanitz February 18, 2004