Obsession

By Mistress Sierra

As I entered the party, I followed my usual routine, greeting everyone as I made my way to the kitchen.

“Mistress Sierra! How are you? So good to see you again.” Samantha joyfully uttered in her usual sing-song voice.

I awkwardly half-hugged Samantha trying not to spill the dish I’d prepared for the evening in my left hand while balancing my drink in my right. “Good to see you, Samantha, as always.”

There were smiles, nods, and greetings all the way to the kitchen. It was a mish-mash of faces amongst chaos and chatter all the way to the middle of the house. Once there, a half-naked woman wearing nothing but a ball gag, wrist cuffs and black panties took the dish from my hands and placed it among the numerous dishes brought by other party-goers.

I took a deep breath, slung my play bag back onto my shoulder and rested my drink on the counter. Now maybe I can take a minute to breathe and see what’s going on. It was at all times such a jumble arriving at events such as these. The sheer amount of people to greet and catch up with before I could sit and relax was simply overwhelming.

The party was well in full swing. The kitchen was semi-crowded with leather-clad men and women gathered around the island grazing on food, chattering and laughing. I looked just past the kitchen into the next room and there I could see a friend of mine attaching wrist restraints to the tall St. Andrew’s Cross, a patient girl waiting at his side, head bowed.

A tap on my shoulder brought my attention back to the place where I stood. “Sierra, have you met Selena?” Rose asked.

My gaze landed on the girl standing next to her. Her dark, chestnut hair landed just to her shoulders. I liked the way it hung straight and how the light shining on it made it a blend of black and brown highlights. She was petite and seemed small, although she was slightly taller than I was. Her demeanor suggested she may be submissive, which at all times explained those that appeared smaller to me, even though they could be twice my size. It was her eyes, though, that sent the electric shock through my body. It was as if lightning had struck every nerve, as I looked into Selena’s almond shaped eyes.

It was at all times my first window into the person I was meeting. It was as if I could see through her, see to her inner core, and touch her soul. Selena was gonna be someone very crucial in my life, judging from the butterflies in my stomach.

I offered her my hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Selena shook my hand, looked at the floor and blushed. “Nice to meet you as well.”

I felt warmth as our palms touched. I hated to let go, instead wishing I could walk around trailing Selena in my grip all night long.

We made small talk as best we could between small interruptions by chattering friends. Eventually, we found our way to a quiet corner of the living room and sat on the couch to talk. As we got to know each other, I couldn’t help but notice all the strange things we had in common. We talked about our experience in the lifestyle. We talked about spirituality, common interests, and what we were looking for with regard to partners. During the conversation, I couldn’t help but see flashes of the future, things I wanted to happen, as if watching a movie on the screen. I pictured what I would do to Selena if I ever got my hands on her.

But being no newcomer to this type of situation, I knew not to take things too fast. Instead, I would see if Selena was really interested and would wait to see what would come of this situation.

Selena found me on the social networking site and sent me a friend request. We exchanged emails back and forth, some flirty, some fact-finding, and some just outright pornographic. We talked on the phone and texted every day.

I couldn’t help but to think about Selena. I would discover myself at work thinking dirty thoughts, and wandering off to the bathroom to masturbate in one of the private stalls. It had been so long since I felt this way about anyone, it was almost obsessive. Usually, I was much more in control over my emotions than this, but there was something about this gorgeous creature that kept capturing my thoughts.

Each night after work, I would send Selena messages that both teased her and sent her direct messages about my intentions. I intended to take Selena and claim her as my own.

On the day Selena was to come over, I set about making sure everything was set up perfectly. I am at all times so particular about everything being in its place. The dungeon was swept, dusted and everything wiped down. It was the ritual of preparing for a scene that most often got me into my proper head space for dominating. I ensured the lighting was just low enough to elicit fear from Selena as she entered the room, but enough so that I would be able to see what I was doing. I had lit scented candles that added to the ambiance. Selena breathed in the vanilla scent as she slowly entered the dimly lit room.

“My heart is beating so fast, I’m surprised you can’t hear it.” Selena whispered. I entered the room first, swiftly moved to the center and turned to face Selena. I watched her every move as she entered. Ever so timidly, Selena scanned the room as she inched closer to me. I allowed her to adjust to the lighting and take in the view. I had set the dungeon up to be daunting upon first glance.

“Wow.” It was all she could say in awe. I smiled, knowing I had elicited the response I was aiming for.

I allowed several minutes to pass so she could examine her surroundings. All the while, I was examining her demeanor. I noticed her slow movements. I could feel her submission giving in to me. I watched her clutch her hands together and noticed her shoulders slump forward slightly. It was almost as if she was trying to fold up into herself and disappear, then maybe I wouldn’t rip her to shreds. Although, I know deep inside that’s exactly what she was hoping for.

I merely glared in her direction, scanning her every movement. She would look around the room, glance at me, catch my stare, then quickly look away again. I loved making her feel nervous and uncomfortable. I could feel the energy coming off her. I could almost taste her excitement.

Selena awkwardly stood in the center of the dungeon, switching between casually looking at the implements of destruction lining the walls to staring at the floor. I found it amusing to see how shy she was. How absolutely mine she was at that moment. The thrill ran through my stomach as if I’d just rode down a roller coaster.

I walked in her direction, taking slow, purposeful steps, so she could listen to the tapping of my boots on the concrete floor.

As I stood in front of her I noticed that her gaze was on the floor, her fingers interlaced, and her legs crossed.

“Stand up straight.” I barked sharply.

Selena stood at attention and her arms fell by her side.

I put my finger under her chin and directed her face up to mine. My stomach clenched as our eyes met. “Hold it together, Sierra.” I wondered to myself. “Stay in control. Make her wait.”

I sent her a glare. I watched her eyes melt in fear, even though I could detect her excitement. She shrank as I raised my eyebrow in her direction.

Before Selena had time to react, I had my hand at the back of her head, and a fist full of her hair in my grip. I yanked her head back and put my face close to hers. I could feel my breath vibrating off her skin. She smelled so wonderful. I trailed my lips across hers and down her cheek. I slowly licked my way from her cheek trailing down to her neck. I could hear the slight moan escape her lips. I hovered at her neck for a second before biting the lower portion of her neck. Her skin was so soft beneath my lips. I sucked on her neck, slightly biting, keeping a tight grip on her hair.

I could feel her tense up, but I remained strong in my grip. I wasn’t sure if it was an automatic reaction or if I was tickling her neck, but I wasn’t about to let her get away from my hold on her. I eased the sucking and biting till she relaxed into me, and then bit into her neck once again.

Her hand came up around my waist and I could feel her grab my clothing. I merely tightened my grip on her hair and pulled my lips away just enough to breathe on her wet skin. It made her shiver.

“Yesssss.” I whispered in her ear.

I pulled my face away from her a bit, but remained with our bodies touching. As I loosened my grip, I smoothed her hair back into place, letting my fingertips touch the back of her neck. I walked around to face her backside and let my hands trail down her spine over her clothing. I put my hands under her shirt and slid my fingers along her back allowing my wrists to lift her shirt. When I reached her shoulders, I lifted her shirt over her head and walked around to the front of her. I noticed her heavy breathing. I was mesmerized by the rise and fall of her breasts under her bra. I ran my fingers over her cheek, down her neck and over her chest. Her skin felt so soft. I ran my finger along the edge of her bra line, and again she shivered involuntarily. I let my hand run down her flat stomach, detailing and memorizing every slight curve of her body.

I kissed her just under her bra line down her stomach over and over, going lower and lower till I reached the button of her jeans. I knelt down looking up at her. She had her head tilted back, face to the ceiling and I noticed her lips slightly parted. She licked her lips as I unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. I reached inside sliding my palm over her hips, dragging her jeans down over her legs. She kicked off her shoes and I pulled the jeans over her feet and threw them into a corner.

As I stood up, my palms ran up her calves and outer thighs till I reached her back side. I returned behind her and unhooked her bra. I laid an ever-so-light kiss where the clasp had been held on her spine. I licked her spine all the way up to her neck as I slid the bra off her shoulders and threw it in the direction of the discarded jeans.

Selena leaned into me. I noticed the smell of her hair and felt it tickle my cheek. I slid my hands around her sides. She automatically reacted by lifting her arm slightly to allow me access. I felt goosebumps rise as I slid my hands lightly over her breasts. They felt so soft and firm and fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. I could feel her nipples harden. I squeezed my hands around her breasts. I could hear her suck in air through her teeth and felt her push harder into me with her back, while pushing forward with her breasts.

Her butt pushed deeper into my groin. I could feel the blood rush to my most intimate parts, feeling her ass slide across me. Holding onto the left breast, I slid back just enough to smack a firm hand across her right butt cheek. The slapping sound echoed through the room. Selena let out a slight squeak and jolted forward. I let her go and left her standing in just her panties, hoping she felt vulnerable and exposed. I walked to the cabinet. I could feel the weight of her stare. I could only imagine the fear she must be feeling. I opened the cabinet and pulled out a long knife. I turned around and held it in front of me for her to examine.

I watched her eyes open wide and her mouth snap shut tightly. I slid the knife out of the sheath allowing the dim lighting to glisten on the metal. I put the sheath down on the counter and walked toward her. Her hands slid to hide her exposed breasts. When I reached her, I gently tapped her hands and she put them back to her side, stood upright and looked straight ahead. I slid the tip of the knife down between her breasts, under her breasts and down her side. When I reached her panties, I slid the knife between her hip and panty and sliced the fabric. I traced the knife tip across the top edge of her panties over her lower back to the other side, and again, sliced through the fabric located over her other hip. Her shredded panties fell to the floor. She remained rigid, barely breathing.

I walked back, leaving her completely naked and exposed, put the knife back into the sheath and put it back into the cabinet. When I turned around, I stood there for a few moments, just staring at her beauty. She glanced over at me and I shot her a glare. I walked briskly back to her, grabbed her hair at the base of her neck and pushed her over to the table near the wall by the entrance to the dungeon. As her thighs touched the table, I yanked her hair, pushing her head down to the padded table, forcing her to bend over. Her hands flew in front of her to catch her fall, leaving her arms splayed out in front of her, stomach touching the table. I pushed my boot between her feet and tapped back and forth on her ankles. She accommodated by moving her feet further aside each time I tapped. I let go of her hair leaving her half standing, legs aside, half laying stomach-down on the table. She laid her cheek down onto the table and locked her legs, pushing her butt out toward me.

I put two fingers between her legs and ran them across her soft lips. Her wetness ran in a droplet and formed a line mixed with sweat down the inside of her leg. I scooped up enough to wet my finger, leaned into her butt with my crotch and leaned over her back. I ran my wet finger over her cheek and wiped the liquid down her face.

“Looks like someone likes what I’m doing.” I giggled into her ear.

“Mmmm.” Was her reply.

I lifted myself off her and smacked her bare ass with my hand. I alternated between the two cheeks, smacking and then rubbing the sting away. I spanked her over and over, watching the quivering skin each time I landed a blow. I paid close attention as the color of her skin turned a pretty shade of pink the more I hit her. I would land five blows to each cheek, then rub between her legs. Then I put two fingers on her outer lips. The next time I used one finger, just below her clit, down her open slit till I reached her wetness. Then I would slap her ass again. After the next set of spankings, I slid my fingers inside her, ever so slowly. I slid along her wet wall, so she could feel every slow, painstaking movement I made till I reached all the way inside her.

There I waited. No movement. I could feel her tilt her hips to slide my fingers where she wanted them inside of her. I swatted her with my free hand, letting her know I will move when I want to move. Again, I waited, no movement. I wiggled my fingers inside her, finding that spot just under her cervix. I pushed slightly, and moved my fingers slightly in and out. Her body relaxed and I heard her moan.

I released my fingers quickly, leaving her open and vacant, wanting more.

“Get up!” I said as I smacked her ass.

She stood up facing the table.

I turned her around facing me. I grabbed a purple rope strand from the far wall and untied it, holding one end while letting the rest fall to the concrete floor. I gently took her hands and placed them together in front of her, palms together, as if she were gonna pray. I slid the rope along her arm and over her shoulder, then down the front of her so that as I wound the rope around her wrists, it would slide along her skin.

I wrapped the rope around her wrists three times, sliding it across her skin ever so slowly. I finished immobilizing her wrists by wrapping the rope between her hands and tied the rope in a knot. I had extra rope, so I used it as a leash and led her to the spanking horse near the end of the bondage bed. I pulled her to the end and tugged her to get into position. She put her hands on top of the padded, black leather furniture, and pushed so that she could lift her knees to the side pads. On now bended knees, she rested her breasts on either side of the padded horse and laid her bound wrists out to the front of her, forcing her head down to the soft leather.

I took the leash tied to her wrists and pulled it forward, allowing her elbows to drop slightly to the side of the furniture near her knees and attached the rope to the round metal bolt at the front of the spanking horse. I retrieved more rope and began by tying it to the closest eyebolt on the side of the horse where her knees rested. I brought the rope over her back to the other side, put it through the eyebolt and brought it back to the other side again. I zig-zagged the rope back and forth over her back, tightening and lacing it into the eyebolts, making her snuggle into the padding with each toss of the rope. The rope ended just where her back met her ass, causing me to focus on her exposed butt and wet pussy.

“Well, you look at bit exposed and vulnerable, Selena. What a predicament you’re in. I could basically do anything I want to you right now, and you couldn’t do anything about it, could you?” I laughed at her.

“Yes, Ma’am.” She replied quietly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you could still talk. Let me take care of that as well.” I said.

I went to the closet and grabbed the red ball gag with black leather straps. I bent down and inserted the ball into her mouth. I traced her lips around the ball with my finger. I saw her twitch her nose back and forth, because my finger had tickled her lips. I pulled the leather straps behind her head and buckled it tight.

“There. Now don’t you look pretty.” I said to her.

She looked back at me with pity in her eyes, then laid her head back on the padding.

I traced my finger over her skin down her back to the crack of her ass, noticing the rope felt like mini speed bumps under my fingertips. I moved my finger down the opening of her ass down to her wetness. I lingered there, slowly tracing her opening. I then inserted my finger just inside, moving in and out, then pulled it back out and traced around the opening again.

“You seem to like this a lot. I think you’re a bad girl for liking this. Are you a dirty girl, Selena?” I asked her.

All I could hear were muffled sounds coming out of her stuffed mouth. It made me laugh out loud.

“Well, I think dirty girls need spankings.” I said and smacked her already pink butt cheek with my hand.

I noticed her body react by moving slightly forward, yet she relaxed more into the bondage. I could sense her mind coming to terms with her fate. She relaxed and gave in that she was no longer in control and would have to use her mind to get through whatever I was gonna make her feel.

I took the large, wooden paddle from the wall. I put it in front of her eyes so she could see what she was about to be hit with.

“Look what I have for you. Give it a nice, juicy, wet kiss.”

Selena leaned her head forward and touched the end of the wet ball gag to the paddle, even though her lips were unable to touch it. I noticed the spit running down her cheek and onto the padding of the spanking horse. She looked pathetic, helpless and pitiful. It just made my heart race faster knowing she was all mine.

I returned to the end of the spanking horse where she was most intimately exposed. I leaned my breasts into her ass and reached for her hair. I ran my fingernails over her scalp, letting her know how aware I am of what she’s feeling, and to let her know how much I care for her. I slid my fingernails down her back and over her reddened cheeks. I tapped lightly with the paddle over the fleshiest part of her butt so she could get used to the feeling of the hard wood. I tapped lightly several times, then set a stinging smack to her skin. I repeated over and over the light taps intermingled with the harder swats, allowing the light taps to turn into rough swats.

I could sense her emotions. It was as if she were leaving her body to go off to some far place. It was if when she left, I could enter. I could feel the intensity of who she was. I felt her relax. When I hit her, she no longer responded by jerking away or tightening her muscles. She was completely relaxed. This was when I knew I had taken her to sub space and that I indeed had total control. I lightly ran the palm of my hand and fingertips over her hot cheeks. I swatted with the paddle, then soothed with my fingers and palm over and over again, reveling in her submission.