SirSTRYKER
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THE TRIP
By Sir Stryker
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Oh you have written such a wonderful letter My love. It is almost exactly as it happened but then there are still a few surprises you've yet to fully experience. Know littleone, that you mean the entire world to Me girl. Yes there are others who bear My collar, sluts who I summon for cheap sadistic sex. And yes there are those who have displeased Me. To prove they are no longer worthy of Me, nor My name, I've had them kidnapped and the tattoo of Sir Stryker X'd out in such a way as it is not easily explained. And anyone in the lifestyle knows exactly what I had done.
No, I'm not the best, the most popular, the richest, nor the be all or end all of Doms around the world. I am, however most secure in who I am. And those Dom/mes who dare challange Me in a battle of wits soon find that not only am I an expert at using words as tools of anguish, I am also a very sadistic son of a bitch with an attitude of "sticks and stones May break My bones, but names will never hurt Me," so fuck off with the attitude idiots before some old man fishing finds your bloated body next month.
Hardly ever do I enter your office, yet earlier this morning I visited your secretary. I was dressed to the nines, as you provide Me with ample clothing to dress the part of a successful individual because you love Me so. And beneath My cashmere coat I produced a dozen roses and gave them to her. She smiled as a child at Christmas thinking of what vase she could find to put them on your desk but I stopped her and said, make room on your own desk for the vase littleone as these are for the grand care you take of My Lady.
"Oh Sir Stryker Sir, she is not due in for at least two hours yet, and then she has such a busy week I dare say she'd never notice such a lovely gift."
"Then if she doesn't, she doesn't, as they are not for her but for you."
The woman’s smile beamed brightly at My kindness. But as always, there was a method to My actions. I told her now I needed a favor. She peeked up her eyes in some sort of vain look of hope that I would consider asking the pig out or something. I stared My "STARE" directly into her eyes and said, "I want to see her itinerary for the week." Startled but knowing that to refuse My request would not sit well with you for her non compliance, she hit the computer and printed out the information I requested. Then I told her, I think she should take a coffee break. She lowered her eyes and got up and closed the office door behind her.
I sat and made a few adjustments to your schedule and was finished before she came back. I handed her a sealed envelope and made sure she was to personally deliver it to you upon your entrance. With one of the fancy black pens which writes with gold ink you'd found for Me on a recent trip to England was the word, "STRYKER". There was little doubt that she would dare not open it, nor fail to ensure it found your hand upon your entrance to your office
Next I set about making a few other changes. First the travel agents office. Your first flight had been booked business class, as you are so frugal with the city’s money. It was a three hour flight to your first destination which I upgraded to first class, a window seat, with a lap top plug in and phone. I also bought the next seat to yours ensuring your privacy during the flight. Then I had the agent call the first hotel you would be staying in. I ordered a limo to be awaiting you at the airport, then upgraded your meager digs, to a three room suit with a hot tub, and gold tiled shower, thick carpet and way up on the penthouse floor. The chauffer would be on 24 hour notice and was equipped with a pager the number which was in the letter I'd left you. At a given moment all you had to do was dial him up and the car would approach, pick you up and take you where ever you wished to go.
The next city you were to visit was called and similar arrangements were made to ensure that through all your arguing with the cabinet about lights, holidays, money and such would be well pampered out of you upon your return to the suit. A full staff well suited to massage and pamper you would be at your beck and call at any hour of the day or night. Since this would be the last of the working part of the trip. I employed the smiling travel agent to endure one more task.
She was now dialing one of the top hotels in Paris France. This was a grand day for her since her commission had already been more from My visit than she'd made all week. But when it comes to you My Pet, money is of little consequence. You are that damn special to Me My Pet. Oh yes, that letter I'd left your secretary also stated that you WILL be taking a weeks vacation at the end of your arduous set of meetings.
This particular hotel is one in which I am well known. Once the travel agent simply stated she was calling on behalf of Sir Stryker, she had little else to say but 'Oui Oui, Merce!"
After what seemed like 30 minuets, or at least as long as it took Me to light up and near finish a cigar, she sheepishly said, 'All is in order and as you seem to have normally requested Sir Stryker."
"Very well," I replied growing bored with the uncomfortable furniture in her office. I stood and reached into My vest for My check book but she waved it off and said, "Your accountant will be billed and any expenses with the hotel manager will be settled for you in France Sir Stryker, and may I add Sir, it was a real pleasure serving you today." I dropped a crisp fifty dollar bill in her ashtray and nodded, "Of course it was," then I turned and exited her office.
Next I charted a jet and flew to Paris. It was lunch time when I arrived so I had the limo driver take Me to an out of the way Chateau and dined well and finished a half bottle of scotch. Next I told the driver to drop Me off in a shady part of town where I could purchase some "street" clothes, and to take My luggage to the hotel and check Me in to the penthouse I kept on reserve. Tossing another fifty over his seat he lurched the large car forward and headed for the part of town where the red, purple, green, and dread locked street people dwell.
I got out and stared around with a look which they read correctly, "Of all the people around the streets to fuck with, this One is NOT one of them. I waded through the masses and searched out a seedy sex shop.
I know full well your exact measurements and shoe size so making the necessary purchases was a snap for Me. I selected a black nighty with slits up to both hips,,,ah that should go nicely with your lithe body My pet. Then I turned My attention to a black bra and skimpy panty set. The bra had nipple holes cut into it so that your nipples would remain easily accessible to My fingers should I require them. The panties were made of candy. A sly smile crossed My lips as I thought of how pleasant it would be to slowly eat them from your ass and pussy. The mixture of your slut juice and ass sweat mixed with the sweet tasting candy would add new heights to O/our love making sessions.
I selected an eclectic array of lipstick and makeup. There were scented oils, open toed shoes, silk stockings and garter belts. There were silk slip on shirts which barely came down to your pussy. And there were other sexy garments I thought I might like you to fashion for My enjoyment sweetie.
Then I ventured to the back of the store. Here is where Sir Stryker belonged. Hanging on the wall was a 16 inch long, thick pink dildo. That was bought. Then the alligator clamps, all new and shiny with a four inch chain between them. They too were added to the cart that the girl with the wonder in her eyes was pushing while following Me.
I slowly perused the various items I've grown so accustomed with yet was in search for toys W/we've not yet employed. Then to My amazement I viewed it. There on the wall hanging in all of it's glory was a shiny plastic encased speculum. Ahhhhhhh yes, this would do quite nicely. An instrument of dubious distinction when used at the hands of those NOT necessarily in the medical field. Yet one that would ensure not only to reach your most hidden areas, but increase your submission to My will.
I would have paid twice the price to have captured the face of the sales girl in print when I ordered her to fetch a ladder and add it to the shopping cart.
Continuing through the store, I cursed some street bum who dared approach Me asking if I'd pay him ten bucks for a blow job. I stopped and grabbed his grubby collar and blew cigar smoke directly into his face and hissed, "Son, I would just as soon drag you out side, purchase a thousand hits of crack, pay twenty filthy scummy idiots to tie your sorry ass to the back of a rusty car and butt fuck you until you died of blood loss. Then I'd hand write a note and stick pin it to your back which read, "Here lies a fool who dared ask to suck Sir Stryker's cock!"
I could feel the idiots knees buckling and his eyes tried hard to avert mine as I spoke with intense meaning to him. I am sure but could care less who else heard what I had said, but the point and My meaning was well taken. Upon releasing his filthy shirt, the man found the nearest exit and was never seen by Me again. So much the better.
I do have what is known as tunnel vision at times. I am a sadistic son of a bitch, I admit that. When I set My mind to something, nothing, and I do mean NOTHING should attempt to distract Me from My purpose. Right now I was thinking of how best to add sexual bliss and a new twist and spark to the slave who has not only captured My mind, but has given her own mind to Me. More than just her body.
Anyone can fuck, even monkeys. But submission, the true gift of submission is not to be taken lightly, and I do not! Not when such submission is so freely given to Me by you My sweet. So the shopping continued.
I spotted a broad faced leather paddle with holes drilled into it. I bought it. There were soft leather wrist and ankle cuffs with sheep’s wool on the insides of them. I bought them too. There was a box of wooden clothespins which found its way into the cart as well. A strange cat-of-nine tails with round studded spikes protruding from each strip of shiny black leather also was placed in the cart.
I had snuck a look at the girl behind Me and smiled at the look of sheer fear in her eyes. Oh I'm sure she'd sold her share of condoms and girly books, and probably earned a dollar or two from sucking off some old man in the middle of the night, but so far, this surely had to be one of her most expensive and oddest orders to date.
What I was buying was more than a little annoying and embarrassing to her to be sure. But did I care how she felt? In a word NO! Just push the damn cart bitch and get to ringing up that which I select, I thought to Myself.
A rather thick butt plug was added. Then three feet of fresh hemp all coiled up and ready for use. A metal leg spreader was picked next, and then what would best be described as a back scratcher, had the prongs not be near sharpened to a dangerous point. Then a ball gag was selected and the last item was found. A skin tight black latex body suit complete with hood with nose and mouth holes for ease of breathing yet no slits for the eyes to see through. I honestly thought the attendant would faint as she folded this suit neatly and placed it in the cart.
I walked toward the register and she followed. Her fingers fondled gingerly each item as she punched the numbers in and removed all the tags and security devices. The total price of this shopping excursion amazed her as she shyly announced the amount.
"You do have a telephone littleone I assume?", I said.
"Yes Sir right here," she replied with the look of dismay at not being paid for her time.
"Very well then dial the Hotel Fabree, ask for the Manager, Mr. Ledu, inform him that Sir Stryker has visited your poor excuse of a store and has purchases to be fetched and delivered to His room."
I waited until the girl finished, just to see the expression of her face as she was not only informed all is in order but also that due to Sir Stryker’s benevolence she had just received a one hundred dollar tip for her assistance. As she smiled and thanked Me profusely I turned, lit another cigar and exited the store.
A week later I returned to Paris and got to the room before you did. You knew I was there though as the cigar smoke greeted your nostrils. As expected you stripped all but your well worn stockings and knelt and crawled to the dog kennel I had placed in the foyer of the suite. When I head the gate snap shut I walked to you.
"Extend your legs through the bars slut as I shall now inspect the scent of your feet. I assure you that if I find them not to My liking this part of your trip with remain with you for quite a long time.”
With shaky legs you extended both feet towards Me. I pulled over a chair and lifted a foot to My face. Ahhhhhhhh the very essence of the sweat of a slave who's submitted her own dignity to suit My will. At once My long black cock grew at the welcome scent. This pleased you as you knew that you had accomplished that which I had commanded.
I began to stroke My long black cock. The cock that you wished to feel buried deep inside you, yet it was not yours but Mine, as you are so well aware My pet, so you sat back satisfied, watching. As I pumped sniffed and licked between your toes, you laid back knowing that you have done well.
As I began to grunt, I dropped your feet and commanded you to press your face against the bars. You did and in just enough time to get a face full of My warm seed. It splashed off the bars and hit your forehead, chin, nose and mouth. Your knowing tongue licked the bars, your face attempting to feast upon My seed as I had just feasted upon your feet. When I shook the last drops in your hair, I unlocked the cage and ordered you to bathe and return to the drawing room in the black silk nighty I bought you.
When you entered I thought I'd seen a vision from Heaven. Your bare smooth legs, lovely naked feet, against the black shiny silk was nothing less than amazing. I stood and grabbed your wrist and walked you to the cross on the wall. I cuffed your hands above your head and used the spreader bar to separate your ankles then they too were secured. With a swift motion, I grasped the neck of the back of the expensive nighty and ripped it off you. A slight gasp escaped your throat.
Then I selected the awesome backscratcher and drug it the length of your back. The red trails showed it's effectiveness immediately. Again and again I criss crossed your lovely white skin to ensure you felt each and every biting tong. Then I dropped the back scratcher before you grew too accustomed to it.
Next the cat-o-nine tails was selected. I stood a few feet back allowing full extension of My arm as I lifted it above My head and landed a harsh blow on your blood trailed shoulder blade. This time I heard that which I crave from My slaves,,, "AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH", your sweet scream of surrender. This is half the fun My love.
I stood on one side and let the studded punisher land from the side of your full breast to the top of your hip. Even shackled as you were, you danced to the turn of the Devil, shaking your head from side to side. I walked to your other side and began the slow walk of the cat once more, only this time starting at your hip and ending at your breast. The lovely little red marks add color to your sensitive skin My darling.
Still feeling more of the need for this session I unhooked your wrist. It was funny how your body bend down unable to stand even though your legs were still bound.
"Go to the bedroom and return with the bra and edible panties slut and be quick about it. And refresh that makeup slave as your tears have ruined it and you must present yourself in total compliance to Me at least at the beginning of each session.”
You were back in an instant looking ready for more. As you stood before My chair I held up a cigar which you lit lovingly for Me. Then I handed you an empty goblet and you used that sexy stroll of yours to go to the bar and place the ice cubes in it then fill it with Scotch.
When you returned you knelt and held the goblet up to Me. I waited a moment or two before accepting it from your hands to remind you of your submissive status, then I took and sipped from the glass.
"Stand girl and remain as silent as possible."
You did an I took the box of wooden clothes pins out. The plastic wrapper crinkled as I slowly opened it still maintaining piercing eye contact with you. Placing them one at a time on the arm of My throne, I stood and bent and sucked in one of your nipples to My mouth. “UMMMMMM", you purred but W/we both knew that soon another sound would be found in your throat.
The first clothespin was attached just behind your nipple at the spot where it meets the flesh of your breast. A gasp of pain. I smiled. Then another clothespin was snapped on the underneath of your breast. Then four or five more on the massive heaving breast joined. The flat wood didn't break the skin through the bra but the bra offered little assistance in dulling the pain nonetheless. After anointing the second breast in the same fashion I stood back and flicked each clothespin with My fingers. They were indeed securely in place as your gentle groans attested to.
Now the alligator clamps bit into the tender nipples. This did hurt and you actually screamed and started to back away before I could place the second one on. But by holding the chain between them I tugged you back to your former position. With a half step you once more submitted and held your head high and accepted the pain of the second menacing metal clamp.
Then laying you on your back on the carpet, I knelt above you with My knees on either side of your chest. Reaching behind Me I randomly twisted a clothespin. Then I tugged at the chain between the alligator clamps ensuring ample torture was applied, of course for My pleasure littleone. Then I bend forward and kiss your forehead. I smiled and kissed softly your cheeks and forehead again. The I cupped you chin and licked it softly. Your mouth pursed up in the shape of a kiss but found none. My tongue traced the nape of your neck. The soft dimpled skin nestled inside your collar bone. Then I lifted one arm and licked your underarms. That soft sensitive skin so often neglected except by Me at times such as these My pet.
Finally I drew close to your face and fully kissed you. Deeply, passionately as lovers kiss. Our tongues danced to an unheard tune yet with the familiarity of lovers. Your lips are as sweet as honey. Your mouth is a second home to My tongue as it explored the back of your teeth. The roof of your mouth, and slid along the tongue that speaks so respectfully. I must say littleone, that you possess a passion in kissing that would make a blind man see and a preacher cuss. I am not of the hearts and flowers sort, but kissing you IS love making to Me, My pet. This particular kiss lasted a good long time.
Then I broke the kiss and began to use My mouth to remove the clothespins one at a time. As the blood rushed to the pinched area you felt your breasts coming back to life. We both know that leaving them on too long becomes acceptable. I also know that removing them after a while causes a strange sense of pain and pleasure that you crave receiving nearly as much as I enjoy providing you.
Once they were all gone, I left the nipple clamps in place. With a harsh tug on the chain I reminded you once more, as if you' have forgotten, exactly Who is in charge. Then I used a sharp knife to slice the newly purchased bra from your breasts. I could see the purple marks left by the clothes pins and stopped to lick each sore spot lovingly. The taste of you excites Me girl. You bear My collar and hold My attention in many more than one way, none the least your acceptance of My sadistic ness. And I never fail to acknowledge at times by actions rather than words, that without you My love, I would be only half the Man you've created in Me.
A final tug at the chain on the two nipple clamps brings another pang of pain to your nipples. Then My tongue slowly tracks its way down that torso of yours. I allow it to slide from side to side in order to lavish tenderness at the marks left by the studded cat. Your head rolls from side to side as My tongue labors intensively against your supple skin. At your flat tummy I linger My tongue. It delves into your belly button and I allow spittle to form a puddle inside it. You suck in your belly as the spit cools then smile as I lap it back up. Then as if fucking your belly button with My tongue, I poke at it and lick at it in yet another tender moment.
Now I have reached the top of those edible panties you are wearing. As I chomp on the top of the waist band you instinctively thrust your hips up in hopes to hasten My tongue at your clit. A resounding slap at your left thigh informs you to remember that this is My concert. I am the director and you but the mere violinist. Play your part. Maintain your patience. Accept the pleasure I now choose to bestow upon you or find yourself alone again locked securely in your dog cage with naught but a bowl of water and stale food to survive on. As you know My mood changes quicker than a hick-up and provocation is NOT in your best interest.
I lift you under your ass and continue slowly enjoying the sweet taste of your panties. Until I have devoured them and left you nude from the waist down. I reach up now and remove the nipple clamps. Then I kneel down and spread your lovely white legs. I lift you up and place your ankles over My shoulders and begin to softly lick and lap at your hooded clit. Your moans are now not only permitted but welcomed as they ensure that I am indeed hitting your pleasure spot. I knowingly lick your pussy lips. They have been betrayed by the amount of spent cum that now soaks the carpet between your thighs.
Using three fingers I insert them into your dripping pussy. They flex and churn and grasp at your vulva. Milking it like the utter on a jersey cow. This time your hips rise up and I permit it. I want you to enjoy it littleone. I insert My remaining finger and thumb and soon you feel the familiar fisting I so often use on you. My knuckles rotate around your tender skin and punch and jab deep into you. The palm of My hand is soaked with your cum. Normally you must ask permission but this time you knowingly assumed correctly that I am offering you this treasure.
As the fist now is snatched from your pussy, I hold My hand to your lips. Your tongue snakes out and you lap with love the taste of your slave juices. Yet another form of submission you've learned so well.
Then as you finish your task, I insert the butt plug into your nether hole. I force it in dry so as to reinforce once more Who is in charge. You groan but accept the intruder and push flat your ass on the carpet to hold it in place.
Next the speculum is brought out. Without lube I insert it into you and fully open it. It exposes your entire pussy and feels cold and strange. What happens next surprises even you.
"Don't move a muscle slut!", I command.
Then I walk over to the phone and order room service. Within a few moments a young man knocks at the door.
"Come in" I say. The man strolls into the drawing room with his tray of food and spots you lying there on the floor naked with the speculum jutting out of your pussy. He sees the strange marks on your body. Try as he might he can not avoid his stare at you.
"I suppose you want a tip boy?" I hiss at the steward.
"No, no Sir Stryker, your settlement always proves quite generous to us here Sir."
I snort and say, "Well son, today you have an earned an added pleasure. Strip boy!"
The young steward blushed bright red and hung his head. I stood and said,
"Strip or seek employment elsewhere idiot!"
He unbuttoned his jacket, removed his shoes and socks and trousers. His cock was hard as a tiny pink piece of steel as he stood between U/us naked.
"Now remove the speculum from the slut and fuck her son."
A strange smile crossed his face as he quickly complied. His cock sank as deep as it could into your gaping pussy and within minutes he came deep inside you.
"Now son remove her butt plug, lick it clean get dressed and leave us."
With a shocked look of utter disgust, the butt plug found it's way to the boys mouth and was soon spotless and left on the arm of the chair. Dressing, he departed.
Standing up I reached down and offered you a hand. You stood and I lead you to the Master bath. I watched as you filled the tub with scented oil and rose pedals. I walked to the head of the tub, put My cock out to your face and allowed you to suck the seed of your Master once more.
"I must now leave you littleone, as you know I've other travels to attend to. The remainder of the week is yours to enjoy. The staff will see to your every need. And should I require your services again, I shall summon you My pet.”
The last thing you heard was the front door shutting. The last thing you remembered before drifting off to sleep was the warm contented feeling of knowing that once more you have well pleased your Master Stryker.
THE END
You have just been struck by Sir Stryker,
Written on 11/19/04 by Sir Stryker
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