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Chapter Two
Be Careful What You Wish For…..
Each day for the next two weeks Nicole followed the same routine; school run, housework, chat room around 12.30, school run, chat room after her son was in bed. She found she was looking forward to talking with DL more and more, the last two days she was at her computer at 11.45 waiting for him to appear. He had gently teased some more pictures out of her, and had enthused over each one as though it were a Renoir or Monet to the point of her nearly offering to pose for some “special” ones for him! She also knew she had him hooked a little, her innate wiles picking up on signals he gave in unguarded moments. Guarded was a good word for him she thought, he gave very little away, but she knew he was playing her expertly and quietly to the time when he would drop the inevitable question; where and when to meet.
It came in a manner that surprised her in its simplicity and outright motive. They were passing the time in his private chat area one evening when he switched tack completely.
“I have something to confess My little angel” came out of the blue.
She paused, unsure of what he meant, unsure she really wanted to hear a confession if it were of a certain kind….
“You have no need to confess anything to me Sir, what you do is none of my concern unless You make it so.”
His reply left no doubt.
“This concerns you angel. I need to smell you. I want to taste you. I want to feel your skin. It is time for U/us to meet. I shall send you a list of dates available to Me, choose one that is suitable for you and return it to Me by 6 pm tomorrow. Is that understood?”
She felt the blood leave her face, then return super-heated to the extent she had to open a window and take long, deep breaths.
“Is that understood?”
So much for patience! She sat back in her chair, mind whirling, and composed a long and hopefully subtle rejection that would not offend him, and yet keep him interested. She looked at the message as it appeared on the screen.
“Yes.”
Her hands flew to her face. “Omigod omigod omigod…… what have I just done???” She squealed at herself, not believing she had said that.
“Good girl” he replied “The list is on its way. When I receive a confirmation I will give you further instructions on how W/we will conduct the meeting. I have to go now so don’t forget…6 pm tomorrow. I will be back here an hour after that time. Be safe and well for Me little angel. X.”
“You can’t just fuck off and leave now you bastard!!!” She screamed at the computer, and then remembered she had left the window open and dropped to her knees in case any of the neighbors were listening! She stayed in that position for a full 15 minutes, not sure how she felt; scared, exhilarated, numb, tingly…. She felt totally overwhelmed.
“Shit! Fuck! Is it too late to back out?? Do I want too?? I need a glass or three of wine.”
She went into her kitchen, poured a glass of white wine, swallowed it in 5 seconds, realized it was the last she had, opened a bottle of red and found a bigger glass. She walked through her lounge, out her patio doors into the garden and shivered in the cool wind that rattled the broken fence.
“I need to get that fixed” she sighed.
Nicole opened the email he had sent at 5 pm the following day. It was the soonest she could muster up enough courage, the deadline forcing her hand.
“Bloody hell!” she muttered, “Some of these dates seem a bit soon!”
She opened the calendar on her computer. “That one, the weekend, that would be the best!” Picking the phone up Nicole called her mum, and somehow wheedled her into playing babysitter for the whole two days!! Promising undying love and endless niceties she hung up, and composed her reply. The clock said 5.30, so she had beaten the deadline. When she pressed send she felt as though something moved deep within her, a slightly unpleasant wriggle within her guts.
It was cut short by her son shouting for her, something that sounded like it had the words cat and fridge in it. She hurried downstairs.
The image of her cat covered in yoghurt had only just dissipated when she returned to the computer at 7.15. Her son had been a little fretful when it came time for bed, concerned that Billy cat would need an operation to repair his fur. It had made her late, so she bit her lip when she logged on and found him waiting.
“Thank you for taking the time to join Me angel”, his sarcasm obvious, “you have performed a little better than expected, and have pleased Me somewhat. The date you have picked is perfect as it will give U/us time to prepare. I will send you a letter with details of what you shall do, so email Me your address after W/we finish. W/we shall not talk online from now until after the day of O/our meeting, but I have sent you My personal mobile number for you to call at 8 pm the night before. Do not use it before that time My angel. You will not regret taking this step little one, it will be the first of many encounters I am sure W/we will enjoy”.
And then he was gone.
Two days later it arrived, and when she opened the envelope she sat nervously on the edge of her sofa, and read through it several times, each time her hands shaking a little more.
It was headed… Instructions.
She read,
“I will be arriving at exactly 8.30pm Saturday. These instructions must be followed to the letter. Any breach, or even perceived breach, will be treated very harshly My angel, so follow them carefully.
You will bathe at 6.00pm, after which you will towel dry yourself carefully, and prepare yourself in the following manner. Your hair you will dry, leaving it loose. You will apply your make-up EXACTLY as it appears in the first picture I saw of you. Pay attention to your eyes. Make them as perfect as they first appeared to Me (not very difficult). Your lipstick will be the dark red of the second picture. You will then dress at exactly 7.00pm in the items provided in the parcel that will be with you tomorrow. You will wear nothing else. NOTHING else. Dress slowly and carefully in the order each item is numbered.
After each item I want you to stand in front of your mirror and look at yourself. You will imagine that what you see is exactly what I will see when each item is removed in reverse order.
Enjoy the way you look. I will.
At 8.00pm you will go to your lounge with the five parcels that will arrive the day after the first. You will place a dining chair at the opposite side of the room to the door, facing that door. Four feet in front of that chair you will place two cushions.
Two feet from them you will place a third. That is your place, with your back to the door. You will kneel on the cushion, and open parcels numbered 2-5, taking each object you find within and placing it in front of you in a line. Parcel No. 6 you will leave until 8.20pm, whereupon you will open it and follow the instructions within. Then you will wait.”
She lowered the letter, and sat absorbing its contents. She looked down, shocked to see her thighs trembling, and cursing the man she stood and hurried to the kitchen, a strong cup of coffee her goal.
The parcels had duly arrived, and were now occupying a space on the shelf in her wardrobe from where they mocked her each time she opened the door. Three times she had taken them down, prodding and shaking them like a child at Christmas, but each time she had returned them unopened.
It was Friday night, and she sat watching the clock complete a full ten minutes until it showed 8 pm. She had not spoken with him before, so tonight was a big step in itself. It took two attempts for her trembling fingers to dial the right number.
He answered on the first ring.
“Hello angel, I get to hear you at last.”
His voice was deep, husky yet resonant, no trace of an accent she could detect but she sensed he was smiling.
“And I you Sir.”
She winced at the sound of her own voice; it was trembling and high pitched, making her sound like an excited schoolgirl.
“Are you ready little angel? Did everything arrive as it should?”
“It did Sir” she replied “But as to being ready, well….”
He chuckled, and his voice took on a softer tone, she could almost feel him lean closer to her.
“If you have reservations My angel I will understand, but once W/we have started the process I will not be denied, so say so now”.
She had somehow managed to convince him, despite her heart beating to the point of pain. He had wished her goodnight, and left her with a quiet “See you tomorrow”.
She tried to fill the rest of the evening with episodes of some gory program about people who solve crimes by cutting up bodies and peering into microscopes, but she couldn’t concentrate. She drank too much wine, hated herself for being weak, then drank too much coffee and sat miserably in the kitchen waiting for the antacid to do its job. By midnight she couldn’t keep her eyes open, so wobbled unsteadily up to bed.
She woke briefly in the dead hours of the morning, feeling cold sweat on her skin, pulling the duvet up under her chin. It was only a dream, he wouldn’t do that to her…..
Smoke and Mirrors
After a fretful night peppered with strange and highly erotic images, she tried to fill her day with mundane chores. She had cleaned just about everywhere to within an inch of its life, and prepared the furniture and cushions as described when her gaze fell on the clock.
5.50pm.
“Oh my God” she whispered, and went upstairs.
She had bathed and finished her hair, and taken one last look in the mirror to check her make-up. Smiling softly to herself she sat on the corner of the bed, parcel number 1 on her lap.
Carefully opening the paper, she found it contained four smaller parcels. She picked one out. It had a number 2 on it. She quickly found number 1 and tore it open.
It contained sheer stockings, so fine as to almost float off her hand. She carefully rolled the first, and slid it onto her left leg. After repeating the actions with her right, she stood and padded over to the mirror. At the last second she remembered the instructions, and let her gown slip to the floor. She looked at the way the stockings gave a different dimension to her legs, the ornate tops stopping in a line just below her pussy, seeming to delineate her femininity. She turned, first one way then the other, and liked the effect.
Moving back to the bed she opened parcel 2, and within found pale ivory French knickers, and whistled when she saw the label. Going back to the mirror she slipped the underwear on, and then looked at her reflection. The knickers were a perfect fit, accentuating her hips and waist, and drawing the eye down to her legs.
“How the fuck does he know my size?”
This was said out loud, and her hand went to her mouth as though she may be overheard. She backed to the bed, watching herself in the mirror, and reached behind her for parcel number 3. The short black A-line skirt barely came below her stocking tops, and her eyebrow arched at the image in the mirror.
“I look like a hooker” she mumbled.
Parcel number 4 revealed a satin blouse, pale ivory again, that after she had buttoned and turned to the mirror, made her breath catch in her throat. Her nipples were clearly visible, dark under the material, and the cool movement of the satin had made them swell and ease out into oh-so-obvious points.
She walked slowly towards the mirror, her eyes fixed on the way her breasts moved under the blouse, her lips parting as she watched her nipples rise and harden as she looked. Her lower lip slipped between her teeth as a tingle moved from her lower back and settled deep within her pelvis.
“Bloody hell, I’m on heat!” she sighed.
Checking the time she moved into the lounge and knelt upon the single cushion. Opening parcel No. 2 she found a vibrator unlike any she had seen before. It was purple, made from a pliable soft substance, but was shaped like a distorted “C” or “U”, with ridges along the inside edge of one of the arms. With a raised eyebrow she placed it in front of her, and reached for parcel 3. This revealed a small flogger, made from leather as soft as suede, about two feet long including the 9 tails. The corner of her mouth twitched as this joined the vibrator.
Her hands fumbled with parcel 4. This contained two straps with a shackle point at one end, and some kind of fixing in the middle; puzzled she put them down and reached for the penultimate package. The wrist cuffs inside were self-explanatory, but the fixing on them explained the other straps; these would fix her wrists to the straps….
Parcel 6 held a blindfold, similar to a sleeping mask, and more instructions.
“You will wrap the longer straps around your thighs, the cuffs will attach to these and then to your wrists. At 8.25pm exactly you will go and put the front door on the latch, return to the cushion, slide the mask over your eyes, then move your wrists up and attach them to the straps on your thighs.
You will then wait.”
She looked at the clock. “Omigod….” The time was 8.27!
She jumped up, rushed to the door, set the latch so the door was open, hustled back to the cushion, knelt, put the mask on, and, a lot easier than she thought it would be, attached the wrist cuffs to the thigh straps. Her heart was pounding, and she tried to control her breathing as she waited quietly in the dark.
“Oh God!” she thought “what if he doesn’t come...or…or a stranger should come to the door, find it open, and walk in??”
She was starting to get into a state of panic when she heard a noise. She froze, and then came the unmistakable sound of the latch being dropped on the front door.
Someone had locked it. From the inside….
She tensed as footsteps came from the hall and into the lounge, and the air moved around her as they passed, leaving behind the smell of expensive aftershave and cigars…then the chair opposite her creaked quietly.
She knelt there for what seemed ages, then in a quivering voice,
”Sir?”
Nothing. No reply. She was just about to ask again when the creak sounded again, and the air moved, the smells returned…and a hand slid up her thigh, fingers lifted the edge of her knickers…and slid oh so gently across her clit, opened her lips, and circled her opening…stopped.
The chair creaked…silence again.
Her breathing was ragged, her heart rate through the roof, the blood rushing in her ears made it impossible to tell if he had moved again. She turned her head from side to side, trying to get a fix on where he was…and then he spoke.
“Good evening My little one”. His voice was a quiet rumble, and came from close…behind her.
“Ssssir! “she stammered, relief washing over her, at least it was him.
”You truly are beautiful My angel”
His voice covered the movement of air, but the scent gave Him away, he was a lot closer now.
His hand stroked her right nipple through the material, and she gasped as she felt it stiffen painfully under the touch. His other hand slipped between her buttocks, and started to stroke her pussy through the knickers, pressing firmly, then gently, and she was shocked when she realized she was rocking with the movement, making it easier for his fingers to slide over the material. His lips brushed against her ear.
”My little angel” he rumbled “If you come, and I have not given you permission, then I will do things to you that will make you unable to walk for at least a week. Do all that is asked of you, without complaint, and I give you my word you will not regret it.”
She had stiffened at the quiet threat, and had nodded rapidly at his final comment.
“Sir, I will do all that you ask if only you….”
She did not get the chance to finish. He had moved so quickly the first she knew of the impending action was a swish in the air just before the flogger landed a sharp blow across her breasts. She squealed in shock and pain. His mouth was against her ear again, and again he rumbled quietly.
“I did not say you could talk?”
She whimpered quietly, her nipples were stinging but still painfully hard, aware he was now back in the chair and all was silent.
“You have just learnt a lesson My angel. Pleasure can be yours but it comes at a price if you act or talk without permission. I told you when we spoke last night that if you go ahead with this then I will not be denied. I came here tonight, you have prepared yourself beautifully, and you have shown you are willing by being where you are. So now what is to be will be!
Tonight you are mine.”
The chair creaked once more, and she felt the fold of what was some kind of coat brush against her shoulders. He was standing in front of her, very close. A hand lifted her chin, tilting her head back, the thumb brushing lightly across her lower lip.
“You have a beautiful mouth angel, I have looked forward to having it for my use”
His thumb went back to her chin, and something else pressed against her lip, hard and warm and much larger. As her brain registered exactly what it was he must have underhanded the flogger, as it whipped across her breasts again, the pain making her yelp, and as soon as her mouth had opened he was inside it, his hard cock pressing her tongue down, her yelp turning into a moan as he rested nearly at the back of her throat. She fought the gag reflex, and it brought a chuckle from him as her throat and tongue worked to keep air going into her lungs. She drew breath through her nose and relaxed a little, her whole body quivering again. His hand moved to the back of her neck, taking a fistful of hair close to the skin.
He pulled her head backwards and forwards, the saliva building in her mouth, making her splutter as he fucked her mouth in slow steady movements. She could feel him swell.
“Please come…please come” she chanted in her mind, aware that he was getting dangerously close to the back of her throat, and she was scared he would asphyxiate her and leave her on the floor, his juices trickling out of her open mouth.
He stopped suddenly, withdrawing from her, but letting himself rest again on her lower lip.
“Lick me clean” he whispered.
Her tongue snaked out over his glans; she was almost feverish in her actions and glad he was going to let her continue to breathe at least for a while longer.
His cock moved from her reach, and the hand on the back of her neck lifted and brought her forward, making her tip over, the fulcrum action meaning her face was lowered to the floor onto the cushions she had placed earlier, her ass raised into the air. Her thighs started to shake as she pictured in her mind how vulnerable she was in that position.
That picture disappeared completely when she felt hands on her thighs.
Small hands. Soft hands. Hands with long rounded nails.
“Oh please Sir” she blurted “You said nothing about thi...”
The blow from the flogger, across her ass cheeks and down around her pussy stopped the words in her mouth. She felt her thighs being parted wider…….
As DL was still holding her by the neck she couldn’t move. Her breath was taken by the woman behind licking the length of her pussy, her tongue spreading the lips to allow it to delve inside her, lapping at the juices.
She moaned loudly. He didn’t use trickery this time; he lifted her head and just slapped her cheek hard, then forced himself over her lips and into her mouth. He pushed harder, deeper, Nicole gagging against him, held tight at both ends she was at the mercy of these people, the man fucking her face hard, the woman behind nibbling sharply on her clit…she choked and writhed but was helpless.
The woman behind her moved away, then returned, and she heard a faint buzzing. Her shattered thoughts pictured the strange vibrator and she moaned against the hard cock sliding deep into her mouth. The woman behind spread her pussy wide, and then slowly inserted the object, one arm of it sliding inside, the other going tight against her clit.
Instead of a backwards and forwards motion she started to rock it, so that alternatively her clit was under a smooth pad, and her G spot rubbed by the ridges on the part inside her. Nicole’s thighs started to tremble, and her stomach turned to liquid fire as the vibrator caressed her in a way she had never experienced. Her mind went, and she became animal, her body moving involuntarily with the rhythm of the things happening to her, a keening noise coming from her throat as she started to lose control…
She barely felt the swish of air…but she heard the crack as the flogger impacted somewhere behind her, a yelp coming from the woman.
“Stop you little fool!”
The man could barely contain the anger in his voice.
“You would have made her come, and she was in no position to ask…”
He withdrew from her mouth, a trail of saliva falling down her chin…and Nicole lay there, panting…shaking her head.
“Please no...Please Sir...don’t stop...let me come...oh god let me come…”
She felt herself lifted, turned over onto her back, the cushions under her hips, raising her up and open. Her wrists were released from the cuffs, but her arms were dragged upwards, and she felt a warm body press down onto her forearms, felt the soft moistness of the woman’s pussy press against her, holding them in place.
Her thighs were spread wide by the larger hands of the man, and as he moved over her she felt the tip of his cock move along her slit, and then he was in her...deep. She arched, the keening starting again, as he began long deep thrusts, taking her, using her body for his pleasure.
Soft fingers removed the blindfold, and she looked up into the face of a young blonde girl, probably not more than 20, who smiled at her as she fingered herself just above Nicole’s head.
She lowered her eyes, and was transfixed by the face she saw. The light was very dim, but the dark eyes bored into her the same way as his body was taking her, they went straight to her soul.
”Sir”...she gasped. “Please Sir...let me come...I can’t take any more...I have to...I can’t hold it back...pleeeaaassseee!”
His face moved to within an inch of hers.
“Remember what I told you at the very beginning, until I say you can, you will wait…this is now my time.”
He then began to throw himself into her, battering her down into the cushions, his face not moving from hers, literally raping her into oblivion. Her head went back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her neck straining as her head moved from side to side. In time with his thrusts she silently mouthed,
“Please…please...please…please...”
She felt her insides melt, her hips opened and she gave herself to him, wanting him to break her, fuck her to death. He was grunting now, pounding her, and then his mouth was beside her ear...and he quietly spoke the word she would have sold her soul for…
“Now”….
The air rushed from her lungs as she bucked beneath him...the wail from her throat gaining intensity as every part of her body exploded into orgasm and the world went black….
As she lay there on his chest, she looked around the room for the girl, but she had gone before she came round.
“I don’t even know her name” thought Nicole, “and come to think about it “ she looked at the man, still and quiet “I know nothing about Him at all……”
He had left in the early hours, after carrying her upstairs and fussing over her whilst putting her to bed. Now, just before midday, Nicole sat on the end of her bed looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes resembled a Panda (admittedly one that had been right royally fucked), and her hair was wild. Her lower lip was swollen, but she actually liked its “poutiness”. Her throat was sore, her pussy was sore, her arms and legs ached but she was smiling at the image. She groaned herself upright and walked to the dressing table, which caused a tickly feeling on the inside of her thigh that turned out to be DL’s juices leaking from her. She casually wiped her inner thigh with her hand, raised the sticky fingers to her face and contemplated the night before. Sitting at the dresser she leant forward and spoke to herself in the mirror.
“Well girl, you asked for it!!”
She chuckled at her own wickedness.
Nicole felt light inside, satisfied, and she knew that this had been a long time in waiting. She was humming quietly to herself while trying to tame her long curly hair into some kind of order, her mind replaying little details of their encounter.
“Thank you My Lord” she laughed “for giving me what I deserved and oh-so badly needed!”
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