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Sinwithmedeeply -> Amandas Gift Part 1?? (6/7/2011 12:03:43 AM)
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A Special Day
Chapter 1
Paul woke in a disoriented fluster. The same way he had woken every day for the past month. Or had it been two? Or six? He no longer knew. That was how she wanted it. The old crone had won. Paul just hadn't realized it yet.
He rose like slow smoke from the floor. Every sinew in him ached. Sleeping naked on cold stones had taken their toll. The drag of steel chains on his wrists, ankles & neck mirrored his mood & movement. The only other object in the room was his destination. He squatted over the bucket to pass this morning water. At least it didn't stink anymore. His meager diet had seen to that. Twice a day it came. Through the slot. Now sealed at the bottom of the door. At times there would be soup. Warmed water with leafy greens & little else. Usually it was only bland brown rice. What ever it was there was always a second bowl containing tepid water.
His morning urination always took time. The steel sleeve encasing his penis gripped so painfully in the morning. Nothing could flow until his captive erection subsided. Paul thought at first of sunlight. Then rain. The meditation usually worked.
The deafening sound of liquid hitting the bottom of the bucket found him eventually. It was his one solice.
He had just finished when the door was unlocked from the outside. Pauls only companion since his internment entered. The tiny old woman that was his keeper was at least 75. She had her cane as usual. Plus a full brown grocery bag with handles. She looked like you could blow her over with a leaf. Paul knew better. He had tasted her uncompromising sadism. He had no wish to taste it again. Dispite her harshness, part of him had grown fond of her. To treat another like she did had to be at someones direction. The old woman did anothers bidding. Paul did not want her punished on his account.
He knew the drill. At first he had resisted. Enough pokes with the cattle prod built into the old womans cane, not to mention the beatings she would occasionally administer, had shown the error of his ways. Paul went to his knees. He spread his legs wide. Placing his forehead to the floor.
She slowly moved around him. Standing at his feet she began to speak. "You have much to learn little one. This is a special day. Sit up." The witch was a woman of few words. Her cane had done most of the talking during their times together. He did as he was told. The rustle of the bag to his rear did little to prepare him. The ball gag filled his mouth & fastened tightly by old experienced fingers. A coal black hood was draped over his head & sealed at the neck. His steel fettered wrists were released from their wall chains. To be locked behind his back. A small poke of her cane brought Paul to his feet. The long isolation, combined with her hellish tortures; had shown him the only way to avoid pain was through absolute obedience. A clip clicked onto the ring mounted on his steel chastity. There was a forward tug. For the first time since he had been brought there, Paul was led from his cell.
Chapter 2
The sounds in Pauls ears only elevated his constant fear. His breathing, & the soft slap of his bare feet plodding down the stone corridor amplified off stone walls. Pauls mind wandered back to the bus stop.
The young homeless man sits on the bench in the cold. Huddled in what he's been able to scrounge to keep warm. It wasn't working. The old woman joined him. Just another soul in the cold. Waiting for the bus.
She wordlessly opened her purse. "Hungry?" Handing him what looked like an energy bar.
"Thank you Ma'am" The sweet taste of figs, and nuts. Assailed his taste buds. The old woman just smiled. This was so easy.
Paul is stopped by an open palm. Gentle & flat against his chest. Nails lingering as they tease his skin. The sound of a door ahead. Another tug to his trapped groin starts him forward.
Paul is made to stand. His wrists & ankles spread by winch drawn chains. His long kept manhood was loosed by unseen hands. The assault was instantaneous. Sudden jets of steamy water from above, below & all sides. Paul knew how a car wash felt. The jets finally ceased. A pair of silent hands soaped & shaved his body. No place was left untouched. Save the still hooded head, Paul was completely hairless. Fingers bound his rigid member by its root with coarse rope. The ends continued to wrap round his scrotum. When the work was done, his testes were taut under two inches of rope. His need was screaming.
Pauls head was yanked back. The crones rare voice whispered to his ear. " Keep your eyes closed. Do not speak. If you do either, I will castrate you." The tone, for an old woman was seductive. There was no doubt she hoped he would fail.
The hood, gag & steel collar were removed. Something touched his lips. Sucking the provided straw brought him a sweet blend of fruit necters, along with certain, additives to enhance his sense of both submition & confusion. The best thing he'd consumed in weeks was devoured without pause. Her hand gripped his jaw. Forcing his mouth shut. Paul felt the razor shear him. He felt like an animal being readied for show. The woman finished his head leaving only his eye lashes remaining. The crone insured that his now familiar steel cage was securely locked in place. A large blindfold covered his eyes. The ballgag was replaced. Once his chains were refitted, a tug to his chastity resumed his journey.
The blind tour continued for a time. Long enough to allow Pauls mind to fill with his blackest fears. The old bitch counted on this. The drugs were beginning to work. Though freshly cleaned. She could smell it. His fear gave her a rare smile as they stood before the final door.
Chapter 3
Paul was led into what seemed the center of an enormous room. He could hear many quiet conversations. Bits and pieces told him that he was the overall topic. Women tried to guess the size of his captivity. Men for the most part were simply glad they weren't him. He was put in an upright kneel with his legs spread. His familiar guide said two words before leaving him alone. "No resistance."
Paul could feel them. All the attendees. His skin grew goosebumps. He knew he was being increasingly surrounded. The empty space closing slowly in all directions. There were whispers. He couldn't make them out. A hand slowly draws his head back. Fingernail tips glide over his shoulders & down his chest. Someones tongue played with his ear. Paul was soon awash with hands & mouths all over. His body was lifted by many hands. He was enfolded by everyone. Passed around to all like a bottle ol wine. He knew at one point when the cage was taken from him. A mouth engulfed him fully. The gag came off. Paul was given sweet wine. Followed by a warm & loving mouth. He was passed through the group for a good time before he found himself placed on a coarse wooden platform. Many hands insured he had been bound face up & fully spread. The blindfold was ripped away.
His captor, trainer, & tormentor stood before him. She smiled warmly. " Your predesssors are many. Each of them failed. They lie forever entombed within these walls. Only you did what none of them could. You knealt in total surrender to an old woman. Look on me Paul. Look very hard."
Paul couldn't believe it. No one he might tell would either. They'd have him in a padded cell instead of a stone one. The old womans grey eyes never left his. She held his gaze as easily as holding a cup. Her eyes were all he saw. Everything else was aswirl with colorfull vibrant motion. The only calm to the storm was her eyes. A simple blink broke the connection. The old woman was gone!. The gray stare became deep green hypnotic pools. Paul lay naked, helpless & broken before a woman of radiant splendor. Dark tanned skin draped in red locks halfway down her back. An impeccable hourglass figure bore perfect orbs. Pure invitation to any mans eyes. This Goddess had a womb the likes of which every man has yearned for.
"Are we at a loss for words?" Pauls eyes shot back to hers. "I am called Amanda" She stepped on to the platform. Walking very slowly around the bound man. Proud of him. She have not given him permission to speak. Dispite the shock of her transformation, he kept his silence. Amanda possitioned herself above his loins. Pauls view was that of heaven coming to earth. Amanda lowered herself. Mounting her captive. The clench of her womb was slow & deliberate. "For the past 2 months, I have merely be sizing up your demeanor. In fact, I almost killed you in week 1. Know that I will kill you instantly should the need present itself. You belong to me completely. No more cold benches, no more hungry nights in freezing doorways. From now on you will serve me. You will thank my whip for every stroke. You will experience feelings & emotions you didn't know existed. All these people are here for your baptism. Tonight you will serve them. Male & female. Dont fear any aversion you may currently possess. By morning they will all be in your past. It's time Paul. Time to surrender." Paul watched her throw her head back & open her arms wide. A woman took her breast in her mouth. A man kissed her belly. Pauls vision was blocked smiling woman's face. Their mouths joined. Throughout the night Paul was always bound. Amanda fed him the very seed she took from him. The orgy took over. The first male in his mouth was gentle. There was no need for force. Sexual stimulus was the engine. Paul readily surrendered to any & all. Amanda had broken him by his third week in captivity. Paul did not care who used him or why. The only thing that mattered was that Amanda wished it so.
Chapter 4
Paul awoke to strange surroundings. His cold stone had been replaced with a large feather bed. Bare gray walls had given way to sunlit windows. Blue sky waiting outside. Harsh chafing iron was now soft lined leather around his wrists, ankles & throat. The renewed steel grip of chastity was the only familiar from before. Holding his desire firm. Amplified in its unforgiving clutch. "Good morning pet. Did we sleep well?" Amanda was placing a food tray on a small table. She faced the bed smiling. Dressed in nothing at all. No order was given. There was no need. Paul launched from the bed. Instantly on his knees kissing her feet. Amanda permitted his worship from her feet, to her calves to her thighs. She gently guided him to her center. His devotion brought four words. Through impassioned breath. "You're very welcome pet." Gentle, loving hands stroked his bare head. Very soon to meet his desire. They pulled him tight. The newly addicted tongue went to work. Amanda relished the devotion. Mounting her legs over his shoulders. Pulling his head to her forcefully. Paul responded. Cradling her glorious buttocks with his open palms. He joined her pull. Climbing into glory mouth first. Paul drank in the throes of her orgasm. Delirious with every drop. Amanda drew him to a stand. Kissing him deeply. Her flavors gifted back from the mouth of her slave. " There is much more of that in store for you little one. But now you must eat." She gestured to the food laden table. Fresh eggs & meatballs, coffee & toast. The smell of which turning on the boilers of hunger long since repressed. Paul sat & inhaled the first real food in months. Amanda sat beside him watching. The smile never leaving her beatific face. "You may speak. " Was all she said."
"The old woman? How did?...."
" My secret. Know this. See her again, that will be the day you die." Her look was as hard as the steel around his cock.
" How long will I live Goddess?"
" Only until I tire of you. Be sure that doesn't happen. " She was smiling "I see that you are enjoying your breakfast."
Paul almost spoke with his mouth full.
"These meatballs are really good!"
"Enjoy them. You have every right."
"How do you mean?"
"They are a special delicacy. I first had them when my chef gave me his. In fact it is the reason he lives today."
" I don't understand."
" He displeased me once. Bad meal I think. He served them personally. What you are enjoying so much are the testicles of your most recent predecessors."
Paul stopped in mid chew. Looked Amanda in the eyes & swallowed hard. "Penny for your thoughts?" She said cheerily.
"Umm ahh.. How may I please you Mistress?"
It wasn't hitting the floor that he would wonder about later. It was the speed with which her foot flew from under the table to collide with the side of his head. She was on him instantly. One knee pressed against his chastity. Crushing his balls underneath. One hand gripped his throat. Closing his larynx. The other slapped him. "DEFINE MISTRESS!" Paul couldn't obey. He could only stare in wide eyed fear. "A mistress is a whore kept on the side by stale old men who have lost the affection of their wives!"
Her knee ground harder. Her eyes bore into his like drillbits. "AM I A WHORE?!" the terrified man shook his head from side to side as much as he was able. Amanda took her hand from his throat & sat up. "You have one chance slave to keep your hide. How shall you address me in the future?"
Paul knew his error & coughed out the answer.
"Gah-Goh- Goddess he replied choking. Amanda relaxed and rose off the floor. Back to her happy mood as if nothing had happened.
"Good boy. Now finish your breakfast. It's getting cold. The two resumed their places. As he ate, Amanda outlined his life. "You are to be my body slave. All of my needs except food. (Which you will serve.) Will be seen to by you. You will attend to me at all times. When I snap my fingers you will appear. The wave of my hand dismisses you. Get to your knees slave. You must worship my feet." Paul dropped his fork. He slid from the chair. Wordlessly bowing his lips to her toes. She proffered her toes to his open mouth. "Now for the house rules. " Her foot pressed deep opening his maw forcing his head back.
"Rule one. Consider your chastity permanent. IF you are released it is only because I wish it. The increased desire will increase your devoton.." Her big toe buried in his suckling mouth.
"Rule two. Every female is your superior. Absolute obedience is mandatory.
Rule three. All women will be addressed as Goddess.
Rule four. You will never walk in my presence. Unless you bring an urgent message, or food. Otherwise you will crawl at all times. If a superior finds you upright you will suffer.
Rule five. Slaves do not speak. I have no use for your bright ideas. Only when given permission by a superior may you speak.
Rule six. As my personal, you may find necessity requires that a rule be broken in order to complete a task. Should this occur, you will submit to punishment. You will do this with grace & humility. Do you understand?"
Paul nodded. His tongue glued to her heel.
"I saw something in you at the bus stop. A deep yearning. The need to be taken." Amandas hand took his head, forcing it up to her deep green eyed gaze. "Congratulations bitch! You've arrived."
Chapter 5
Amanda rose from her chair. She took full advantage of Pauls position by quickly fixing his wristcuffs firmly behind his back.
"You begin training now. Follow me." Amandas imperious form turned & walked to the bathroom door. She turned to face her slave across the room.
Pauls semi bound form struggled across the floor. The visage of his Goddess standing at the door grinning at him. The fingers of one hand teasing her bare clitoris. Then delving deeper. Hypnoticaly beconing him closer. Almost a minute later Amanda held his head to her thigh gently feeding him her moist fingers.
"You like worshiping my temple. I can tell. It's where you shine my pet." Her voice was soothing, melodic. "Now you will learn a very important service. It will please me greatly. Come now." She moved into the bathroom. "In front of the toilet." Pauls body knee waddled into place. The bowl before him was of special design. The front porcelain had been built cutaway. The resulting trough giving ample view into it. Amanda casually straddled the bowl. Pauls cock hardened in its steel cell. Her spreading thighs opened like a warm flower. She poised over the open bowl. A lone index finger pointed down. Hes eyes reached the apex of her tightly spread loins just as her golden stream flowed into the water below. Need built in his loins. A need he did not understand. As the flow stopped he heard her one word command. "Tongue!"
The vanquished soul that used to be a man opened his mouth. Extending his tongue. Amandas waiting loins rested on the edge of the bowl. Paul leaned home. Autonomously lapping the remnants of remaining golden urine. Amandas warm coos from above, mingled with her soft hands warmly cradling his head. Obedient service turns to devoted adoration. As fervent lips and ravenous tongue roam freely. Seeking out her pleasure. His initial task long compleated. Was no disuasion to furnishing her shaking orgasm.
Amanda ripped Pauls head away. Gripped his head firmly. His neck stretched taut. Amandas kiss blazed on his lips. Her tongue fucking assault ended with the freedom of his wrists. Followed by an order. " To my bed."
Paul obeyed in reverant quiet. The ever burgeoning need in his loins burning like fire. Thankful to use all fours. Unaware that Amanda was enjoying watching his ass with his captive raging manhood shown promenently below.
Amanda emerged from the lavitory somestime later fresh from the shower. Her slave curled up on the floor next to her bed.. Fast asleep. As she dried her hair with a towel she whispered. " Good boy. Rest well. You're going to need it.
Chapter 6.
The sharp press of a steletto heel against his scrotum brought back the dreaming sleeper. Paul opened his eyes to find the dream a reality. Looking up the leather clad leg. Right into the smiling eyes of his owner.
"I'm willing to predict two things. You're thirsty & you REALLY need to pee." She lifted her foot. " Up on the bed. On your back."
It seems a sharp pressure to a mans scrotum does wonders to bring him to full awareness. Paul scrambled into place. Amanda lovingly bound him in a spread eagle position. "Lift your head my love. I need to gag you." Amandas eyes could not be denied. Paul obeyed. In moments he was muted. He immediately noticed the hole through the balls center. "I have a special use for that pet. I just know you're going to love it." She smiled sweetly.
Amanda removed Pauls chastity. Then dissapeared for a few moments. Returning with a warm damp towel & a small zippered bag. Amanda washed her slaves genitals clean. Being a bit overly vigourous at the rapidly expanding glans. & his bare taint just under his testicles. Laughing as the slave moaned helplessly. Tossing the towel asside, Amanda unzipped the bag. Revealing the contents in full view of her wide eyed captive. "Yes little one. Your excellent performance at my toilet requires a bit of in depth therapy." One end of a thin rubber hose was fitted firmly to the hole in the gag. She held up a plastic syringe filled with a clear viscous liquid. "I have no wish for this to cause more pain than necessary pet. This will help. It's a numbing lubricant. My cock will stay excited. In spite of your sweet fear." Amanda took hold of Pauls erection firmly. Inserted the syringe & pressed the plunger. Paul arched his back. Giving out a muted whail. " I know sweet one.. All over soon." She cradled his cock in the adjacent towel & removed the syringe. Massaging the now heavily panting males shaft. Absorbing excess seepage in the towel. Her knee hard against his taint.
Paul watched helplessly. Her sadistic glee in feeding the other end of the hose down his unfeeling shaft. Stroking the outside lovingly. " Don't worry slave. It's only once a day till you beg to be my toilet. Enjoy." A wide leather strap covered his eyes. She used it also to imobilize his head. He heard a chain between his legs. Effectively drawing his testicles tight. Soon he was held at seven points. She patted his face. The tears welling in his eyes. " I know baby. Now don't cry & stuff up your nose. You sort of need to breathe with it for a while. I'm off to lunch." Paul heard his Goddess captor close the door behind her. Sweat clearly dripping down his brow.
Chapter 7
Amanda Marquez Winslow pulled her antique 1936 Cord Phaeton. Her First husband left it to her. Along with a fortune made in shipping. She enslaved him following the great depression. She would never be poor again. She pulled away into the cool day defiantly.
Pauls need to urinate was growing by the minute. A sole grandfather clock tolling off his suffering by the second. This of course increased his need. She hadn't been gone more than ten minutes before his own hot discharge was being fed back to him. He tried not to taste it. Concentrating on controlling the flow to a measured pace so he could swallow. . The ordeal took perhaps five minutes. Pauls bladder was sated. And his spirit had been broken.
Amanda pulled into the familiar parking garage & took the private elevator to the penthouse floor. Exiting into the offices of Winslow Holdings Inc. Long since selling off the shipping company & putting the sumptuos profit in land. Primarily resort properties around the globe.
"Is everything in place as I Requested Mr. Hemmings?" The Vice President of Finance turned expertly on his heels. Abruptly ending a conversation with one of the staff. Looking quite the executive in his three piece armani suit.
" Yes Mz Winslow. Exactly as you requested. Your private plane can leave on a
moments notice. Bethany sends her regards. The island is ready."
"Very good. And hows my cock?"
" It's been five years Mz Winslow. The men I see milk me regularly." Everyone at Winslow Holdings started out as Amandas slave. Hemmings was a find. Intelligent, talented & resourceful. He was also quite gay. Nothing like a self maintained slave.
"Has it been that long?" She aaid. Knowing full well how long. "You have done very well Mr. Hemmings. Twenty Four quarters in a row deserves some reward. Someone with the key & a very big dick will see you tonight. As of now everyone receives a ten percent raise. Have a good day." Amanda went to her private office & ordered a caesar salad. Then she picked up the phone & dialed an extention. " This is Amanda Winslow. We have a new employee. His name is Paul.. Robert.... Amanda finished giving the info on her new "personal assistant" Hanging up just as lunch arrived. She looked at her watch smiling at the thought of his suffering. " Can't wait to see his face." She took a bite of salad. Turning on the monitor, Amanda checked in on her slave.
Camera 27 showed the well trussed male. She zoomed in. " Nice purple to the balls." She thought. The camera went up stopping at the head. She noted the sweat & lines of stress on his forehead. His cock was still ramrod hard. The veins clearly visible.
Amanda smiled again, finished her salad, shut down the pc & left the office.
Chapter 8
Paul was awake when Amanda came back into the room. Awake, yes but not hardly aware. Paul had drifted into a fugue. The material fog of his surroundings was simply a stage for his concert of turmoil.
Amanda quietly removed the chain from his nearly dying balls. Followed by the modified Foley catheter. There was not the hint of reaction. Soon he simply lay as one asleep. Amanda sat on the bed. Lifting the head of her limp slave onto her thigh. "Relax precious. It's all over. I'm going to give you some cool water." Paul was to numb to do anything but comply. " Just a few sips. That's good go slow." She was Goddess & Demon in a single form. Paul came to himself slowly. When he did he wrapped his arms around her hips and sobbed openly. Amanda bent down & kissed his head. Stroking his back. "Good boy. I love you to." She leaned back on the pillows. Closing her eyes. Her soft warm hands cradling the head of her vanquished slave.
Paul woke refreshed. The soft breathing of his Goddess above him. There was the now unmistakable scent of her. The softness of her thigh on which rested his head. Her leg, following the curve of his back. Paul did not think. He didn't have to. With slow loving patience he positioned himself without waking her. He softly kissed her clit. Then proceeded to ever so softly explore her flower with the tip of his tongue.
"Mmmmmm Good boy..." Amanda cooed sleepily. For the third time that day Amanda fetched a strong release. She let him continue. Relishing his honest worship. Amanda knew well the differences between lust and love. And she knew Paul loved her. His wordless, delicate tongue confessed everything to her pussy. He would willingly do it till he died. Amanda would make sure of it.
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