Prisoner

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PrisonerIt’s very late at night when you answer a knock at your door. On opening, you see me standing in the little pool of light in the darkness; a young, above average height girl, with shoulder-length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m wearing a pretty dress and in my hands I’m holding a pair of strappy heels and a clutch bag. I’m a bit mud-splattered and bedraggled. “I’m so sorry for disturbing you but I need some help. My car broke down a little way along the road. I saw your light and hoped I might use your phone. I have my mobile, but it’s dead”. Facing me I see a tall, well-built, older man. You stand to one side and invite me in. I’ve come around to the back of the house so we are standing in your kitchen on a slate floor. Quickly, a little puddle of dirty water forms at my feet. “Oh, I’m so sorry”, I say. “I couldn’t tell which way the track went so I just crossed the fields”. You laugh, “You are a bit of a mess aren’t you, Miss err?” “My name is Bryoni, Bryoni Williams” I say. “I’m Tony”. We shake hands. “Just wait here a minute”, you leave the room and return carrying a dressing gown. “Here you are, Bryoni, you can change out of your things then come through to the other room”. You leave. Taking off my dress and stockings, I leave them in a heap on the floor with my shoes, and, putting the dressing gown on over my slip, bra and knickers I walk through to your living room. I find you just pouring drinks. You hand one to me, “I thought you could do with one of these”. You gesture for me to sit. “So, what are you doing in the middle of nowhere so late at night?” “I’m on my way home from attending a wedding and thought to take a short cut, got lost, then the car just packed up on me. Do you think we could call someone?” “There’s nobody closer than Telford, and they can’t be phoned this late. Aren’t you with the AA or someone?” “I was, but my membership lapsed”. “So do you need to contact anyone, tell them where you are?” I shake my head, “No, I live alone and there’s nobody expecting to hear from me”. “Look”, you say, “The best thing is for you to stay the night and we’ll call in the morning. We can get your clothes clean too”. “That’s very kind of you. I would like to lie down. I do feel so sleepy. Strange, it’s come on so quickly”. You smile as you glance across at the bottle of sedatives that you’d laced my drink with. “Let’s get you to bed”, you say, taking me by the hand and leading me upstairs. I know that I am putting my foot on each tread but I can’t feel them. It’s as if I’m walking on sponge. In the bedroom I collapse on the bed and pass out.Hours later when I wake, light is streaming in through the window. It feels like mid-morning. As I try to move, I find that I am restrained. I’m tied spread-eagle to the bed. I struggle against my bonds but to no avail. They are expertly tied. I’m also gagged. Panic grips me. I can’t believe this is really happening. No doubt alerted by the sounds I make, you enter the room. Crossing to the bed, you sit on the edge, reach over, open the dressing gown, lift my slip and pull my knickers as far as they will go down my wide apart legs, exposing my sex to your gaze. “Well what have we here? What a lovely surprise. I was expecting a nice juicy vagina to play with, but a pretty little sissy-cock is even better. You are to be congratulated my dear. You are so convincing that you had me fooled until this very minute. I could have peeped last night, but I wanted to wait until you were awake before I unveiled my catch for the first time, so that we could enjoy the moment together”. You take hold of my flaccid penis and toy with it. I twist and squirm in a futile show of opposition. “There’s no use you struggling my poppet, you are totally helpless”. As if to emphasise the point you tug my ‘clitty’ upwards forcing me to raise my hips off the bed. I lay quiet and passive as you explore me further; fondling my small, smooth, plums and fingering me between my cheeks. Looking me straight in the eye, you speak softly, “Will you promise not to scream if I take your gag off? It’s not that anyone will hear you; I just don’t want to put up with any noise. I only put the gag on as a precaution in case anyone came by whilst I went to tow your car back here. It’s safely hidden in the barn now, away from prying eyes. As you will have noticed last night, this house is quite illegal bahis isolated, so any noise you make won’t attract any attention but it will be very annoying to me. So, do you promise?” At a nod from me you reach up and remove the gag. “There, that’s better isn’t it?” I take a deep breath, and scream. I am instantly silenced by a hard slap across the face. The sudden v******e shocks me. I feel my cheek reddening and tears start at my eyes. Your voice stays calm and quiet. “I did warn you my dear. Now, promise?” “Yes”, I whisper meekly. “Good. Now let’s see more shall we?” I turn my head sideways and close my eyes in an effort to distance myself from the reality of my situation. You slide my silky slip higher to reveal my lacy bra, the ‘B’ cups of which are amply filled with my recently (and expensively-bought) augmented breasts. “Wonderful, I was hoping to find more than something stuck on. You are actually able to feel these being played with aren’t you?” I nod in agreement. “I guess the hormones weren’t giving you the results you desired”. “No”, I murmur. “Well, we need to get you untied before we can go any further”. You get up, cross the room and lock the door. “Just a little deterrent”, you smile, “I don’t imagine a silly, girly thing like you is capable of much of an escape attempt. All the same, I want you to promise to behave this time”. I nod in silent acquiescence. You untie the cords at wrist and ankle. I bring my legs together and my arms down to my sides, seeking relief for my aching limbs; but otherwise I lay still, watching your actions. I can’t help but notice how you exude an aura of quiet masculine strength. Sitting back on the bed, you raise my legs slightly and proceed to take off my knickers. At your gesture I sit up and you remove the dressing gown, then my slip over my upraised arms. Reaching behind, you unfasten my bra and I compliantly withdraw my arms from the straps allowing you to divest me of my last piece of clothing. I blush at your close scrutiny. You seem to be studying every last inch. You place a hand on my chest, “Such lovely breasts, you must be very pleased”. Gently you roll a nipple between finger and thumb. I’ve always had large sensitive nipples. An involuntary low moan escapes my lips. “That’s a promising reaction”, you say, “Let’s get a little more comfortable”. Scooping up the pile of clothes, you move to place them on a chair. Despite agreeing with your earlier estimation of my physical capabilities, I feel I have to try. I jump off the bed. I get just a few steps towards the door before you catch me. Your strong hand clamps around my wrist and you drag me back to the bed despite my best efforts to wriggle free. In one seeming fast flowing movement, you sit and force me across your knees, face down, my arms held firmly behind my back. My feeble resistance melts away in the face of your demonstrable power over me. “Oh you duplicitous creature, I can see that you need to be taught a lesson”. With that you bring a large, strong, manly, hand down firmly on my feminine, soft, round, upturned bottom. Again and again your hand falls, spanking me hard as I writhe in your lap and kick my legs in a useless show of defiance. “Such a naughty girl”, SLAP, “such a disobedient girl”, SLAP, “untrustworthy”, SLAP, “rebellious”, SLAP, “lying to her Daddy”, SLAP. I am soon crying, as much in frustration as with pain. I feel so helpless, so humiliated. And yet, strangely, I also feel a growing arousal. Being stripped naked and spanked, feeling vulnerable and dominated has stirred something deep inside me. My penis twitches and I start to get firm. You stop your smacking. My bottom feels hot and tingly. You reach down between my legs and grasp my little down-turned shaft; still small but definitely more solid to your touch. “Oh what’s this?”, “you bad little girl”. You stroke me a few times. “Does being punished by Daddy make you excited?” “What a wicked, incorrigible, little slut you are!” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Your voice may sound angry, but the fact that I can feel your hardening cock pressing in to my tummy tells me that you are far from unhappy at the effect my spanking is having on me. Still keeping hold of my wrists, you let me up and position me in front of you between your open knees. Leaning forward, you push back my foreskin with your lips and lick all over my glans. illegal bahis siteleri Slowly you take more of my member into your mouth. Oh it feels so nice. I wince as you release my wrists and transfer your hands to my red, sore bottom pulling me closer to you. Instinctively, my hands go to the top of your head and my fingers entwine in your hair as I grasp you tightly. Letting me slip from your mouth, you stand. My hands fall to my sides. You clasp them with yours. You bend and kiss my breasts. You suck my nipples and flick them with your tongue. You slowly kiss upwards; my throat, my chin, my lips. All idea of escape has been driven from my mind. All my thoughts are on how you are making me feel. My mouth responds to yours. We kiss passionately. My mind is a whirl of confusion. You are holding me captive and have assaulted me, yet here I am melting into your arms. You let go of my hands and I sense you unfastening your trousers and shucking them to the floor followed by your briefs. I feel your erection slap against my tummy. You step backwards and out of your discarded clothing. Another step and you are back sitting on the bed, legs spread. Rearing up between them is your hard cock. It is large, thick, and with a swollen head. It is beautiful. Looking at it I know that it has become the centre of my world. I need it. I crave it. I desire the affirmation of my femininity that it bestows upon me. “Come here Bryoni”. Your tone is commanding. I am enveloped in a delicious feeling of submissiveness. I step forward and kneel between your legs at your instruction. I take your proffered cock in my hands and caress it. “Lick it Bryoni, suck it Bryoni”. I lean forward to worship your cock. I put out my tongue and flick it across the top of your glans. Inserting it into your little slit I taste your precum. Using just the tip I tease the folds of your frenulum. Then I lick all down your rigid shaft to your balls and take them in my mouth; massaging them and pulling at the loose skin with my lips. Slowly I kiss my way back up. You are oozing precum. I dab it with my finger pulling fine, clear, sticky strings off the surface of your mucosa. I smear it all over your helmet. Softly I rake my nail across your coronal ridge. You let out a moan. I bend forward, bring my lips to your cockhead and take you in my mouth. Just the head to begin with; purple, rubbery and shiny with discharge. I clamp my lips around your shaft just behind your corona, gently grazing it with my teeth. I run my tongue all over the glans lifting your precum off the surface. A deep sigh escapes you. I nuzzle at your helmet like a giant teat; wanting it to feed me. Putting your hands on the back of my head you forcefully pull me onto you. Your cock glides past my lips and fills my mouth. I gag as it touches the back of my throat. My face is in your lap; chin resting on your balls. I feel restricted. I can’t breathe. I gasp for air. I struggle and push against your thighs in an attempt to free myself. You are too strong for me. The downward pressure of your hands restrains me. I feel I am choking. Suddenly you loosen your hold and partially withdraw from my mouth. Retching and with tears running down my cheeks, I gulp air in around your still inserted cock. I look up at you. An understanding passes between us. In one object lesson, all doubt is removed about our situation. I am a weak, defenceless female in the control of a strong, forceful man. I am alone and vulnerable. This sudden realisation sends a frisson of excitement through my body. The core of my being is thrilled by the thought of my vulnerability. Between my legs, my girl-cock twitches. With a tremor, my tense body relaxes. I let myself subside into a state of feminine compliance; of sexual servitude. Still looking up submissively, I begin to suck. You relax your grip on my head. You lay back on the bed. My hair splays out over your lap as I bend over your upturned phallus. More precum has dribbled out which I lap up with relish. I repeat my earlier journey down your stiff column with my tongue. This time I go pass your balls. Your parted legs give me access to your cleft. Your soft sounds of pleasure encourage me as I lick and kiss your perineum and force my tongue between your cheeks to tease your little bum-hole. All the while, as I minister to your with my mouth, my canlı bahis siteleri hand has been stroking your cock; slowly sliding up and down from root to head. Yet more clear juice has bubbled from the tip, run down your shaft and coated my hand. This I lick clean before once again taking your cock in my mouth. My head bobs up and down as I suck you. My tongue swirls around your swollen knob-end. I feel you throb. I encircle the root of your shaft with my hand and pump up and down. My cheeks are hollow as I suck harder. Rhythmically stroking and sucking you I feel your cock seem to swell. A sudden spasm and my tongue is coated with warm, salty cum. Your cock pulsates, shooting spurt after spurt of creamy spunk, filling my mouth. I continue to suck, ensuring I milk you of every last drop, before I tilt my head back and allow your delicious, thick jisim to trickle down my throat. I place your softening phallus back in my mouth and lick you totally clean. You sit up. You kiss the top of my head. “Good girl”. “Now stand up”. I do as instructed. You move me to the side of you. “Lay across my lap”. I look at you in surprise. Is this to be another spanking? I’m bewildered. Haven’t I just performed to your satisfaction? You called me ‘good girl’. You gesture for me to turn then sit on your knee. You push me back to lie across your lap, face upwards. You cradle my head in your arm. My hands are resting on my tummy. “Reach up and cup your breasts for me”, you say. “Offer them up to me”. You part my legs. Lying like this I feel so open, so accessible. You reach down between my spread legs and play with my semi-rigid ‘clitty’. Bending forward, you bring your mouth to my breasts. Your tongue flicks across my nipples. In turn you take each one between your lips, nuzzling gently, before taking each fully in and suckling on me. The effect is electric. I moan with pleasure. My eyes close and my head lolls back in your arm. My legs flop wider apart. My ‘clitty’, now fully hard, trembles in your hand. My pent up feelings bubble up. I shudder and let out a whimper. You transfer your mouth from my breasts to my girl-cock. “Mmm, nice and sweet”, you say, tasting the liquid that has beaded on my rosy pink glans. Taking me in your mouth, you gently suck me. I whimper again; louder this time. As you suck, my fingers and thumbs stray to my hard nipples, flicking and tweaking them. My buttocks are nestled between your parted knees. I feel something rise up and press into me. You are erect again; just inches from my intimate little hole. I want it. I need it. I wish I could part my cheeks and suck you right into me. You stop sucking. You lift me into a sitting position. Putting an arm under my knees, you stand, turn, and lay me on the bed. I wriggle up to reach the pillows. I lay back, arms outstretched, legs spread, wanting you, needing you. All other thoughts banished. All I know at that moment is that I am overwhelmed with desire; I want to open my legs as wide as I can; to have you come between them; enter me; drive your cock right up inside me; split me open; take me; fuck me. You come up to me and placing my heels over your shoulders bring your hard cock to my little pink ’O’. “There’s lube under the pillow”, you say. I reach for it and hand it to you. I moan as you insert a slick finger and prepare me. I feel you, hard and swollen, press against my bud. Moments of pressure as you stretch me open, then you slide up inside me. “Argh”, a squeal escapes from me. We stay still for a moment as I acclimatise to your thickness. Grasping me by the wrists, you lay on top of me, bending me in half under you, letting me feel your weight, pinning me down. I am immobilised, dominated. We are not two equals making love; I am a submissive, being fucked. This excites something deep inside me. Then you move. Pushing in, filling me, and then pulling out. Your balls slap my bum as you drill me. Plunging into my depths then withdrawing until only the head is inside. My ‘clitty’, trapped between our bodies, is being rubbed every time you thrust into me. It all feels so good; too good. My passion, brought to fever pitch, cannot be contained. With a cry of pleasure, I climax. My semen shoots right up between my breasts. As if spurred on by this, you increase the tempo of your thrusts. Unexpectedly, my orgasm has not satiated my craving; far from it. My need to be fucked by you is unabated. I give myself up fully to the experience; a sexy woman making herself a vessel for a man’s lust. With a final forceful stab of your throbbing cock, you release another torrent of spunk deep inside my belly.

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