TRIGGER WARNINGS: This series of stories will feature explicit non-consent, abduction, and slavery. Do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.

This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any real-life situation or person was coincidental.

Author's note: I am currently working on Part 7. However, I wanted to re-edit each version thus far for clarity and peace of mind. Thank you for bearing with me. I appreciate your comments and support as I grow and learn. I am much more satisfied with the versions below, and I hope you are, too.

Poppet

I awaken, my eyes flutter open to pain in my limbs. My body stretched across a half barrel, my wrists restrained with leather cuffs across the front pulled down to the sides. My ankles are restrained at the back in the same fashion, leaving my feet unable to touch the ground. My eyes flutter, feeling disoriented, and my head is foggy. I tried to move, but I was barely able to wiggle. My body pulled taut against the wood. This slight movement makes me whimper from the pain. My eyes widen in horror as the sound escapes my lips; I cannot close my mouth; saliva runs out and down my chin. A round ring gag secured behind my lips, causing my mouth to be stuck open. In a futile effort, I shake my head. The frustrated noise I make is a garbled whimper as saliva drips down, running in strings to the wood just below my face. The chill of the room kissing my skin, my eyes widen as I realize I am naked. My eyes dart around the room as I twist my head from side to side. The limited view of my surroundings is restricted to the dark wood walls immediately in front and to my sides. The room is in shadows; I can only tell it is a vast space and deafeningly silent except for my ragged breath.

I struggled to clear my mind, trying to remember how I got here, and the realization caused me immediate panic and fear—my body trembles, as I recall. I left work driving to the shopping area to meet my friend Rebecca. We ate dinner, shopped, and relaxed; there was no need to run home as my house was empty. My husband had gone out of town on business. I drove home, arriving just as the sky darkened, exiting the car, and grabbing my things from the back seat. I remember hands grabbing me from behind, a hand covering my mouth. Then nothing until now, here. My mind reeled as I realized it could only be one person. The stranger I had met online. When I finally took a risk and decided to try talking with someone. I knew it was wrong, but the years I had hidden away my darkest sexual desires had finally overwhelmed me. I thought it would be harmless to chat with someone about the things I touched myself to when I was alone. The things I was too embarrassed to ever reveal to anyone. The cravings of being used and controlled that no one would ever guess I had hidden behind my sweet, innocent face. The stranger I had been telling my dark secrets to for weeks now. He had gotten under my skin, never revealing anything about himself. He had kept me guessing, imagining, making me want more. He was an enigma.  

The months of conversation, how he had twisted and fucked with my mind, made me ache for him. I had trusted him and allowed him to coax information out of me. I was naive enough to give him what he needed, not even realizing it was anything more than a game.  He had found out who I was, what I looked like, my real name. But worse than that, he knew what I craved, ached for. The things that made me unable to stop always wanting more; he made my body beg for his words. When he had told me he owned me, that I belonged to him, it had frightened me and aroused me. But I felt like I was losing control, so I tried to take it back. In my infinite wisdom, I thought I was smarter than him and could tease him. I wanted to see if I could make him crave me just as badly. I was teasing him, sending him pictures and videos of myself, and disobeying on purpose when he asked me to do things for him. Until I only succeeded in making him angry and frustrated. He told me I was being a brat. He told me if he ever got his hands on me, his punishment would leave me knowing who owned me. He gave me one final warning: no further excuses, refusals, or unruly behavior. When I wavered on my answer, he disappeared. The silence was deafening, and no matter what I said to him, he would not respond.  He made me desperately aware of how ignorant I had been to challenge him. He had consumed my thoughts and taken control of my body with his words. I had thought it was over. I vowed never to do it again. But he continued to haunt my thoughts.

I began to cry, unable to comprehend that this was real, as the fear crept up my spine. My sobs are the only sound in the room for several minutes as I struggle to free myself. Suddenly, I hear a scrape from behind me, a chair pushed back as if someone is standing from it. My breath catches in my throat.  I feel the touch of a hand. The fingers run the length of my spine from my lower back to my neck. My body trembles, unable to flinch away, my hands opening and closing in a useless effort against the restraints. A hand ran across my hair, and my head jerked back with sharp swiftness. A hundred tiny pricks of pain on my scalp cause me to cry out as a voice rumbles close to my ear. “How’s my little slut? You have a nice nap, Stephanie.”  I want to speak, try to say anything. My fear causes my body to shake uncontrollably, and all I can think to do is beg. My single word is making more saliva flow out of my mouth, “please,” almost unintelligible as tears fall down my cheeks. 

His voice, low and menacing, sounds again in my ear. “Was that a please, Stephanie?” He jerks up on my hair again, lifting me as far as the restraints allow. His hot breath caresses my skin as he speaks, “Stephanie, you’re going to have to do so much better than that to apologize. I think you can be much more creative with a little incentive, don’t you?”  With no time or warning, I feel the sharp, searing pain across my ass cheeks and upper thighs as he brings his hand down repeatedly. The smack of his hand loudly echoed throughout the room, with the only other sound being my garbled sobs. After several minutes, he stops. My ass cheeks continue to throb, and my throat is raw from my cries. He runs his hand across my ass, causing the sharp pain to increase. He continues to speak, “Mmmhhhmm, such a beautiful shade of red; I knew you would mark so beautifully slut.” My sobs have slowed, and low whimpers escape my mouth as his hand continues to caress my skin. His fingers slide down the crack of my ass as he speaks again. “Are you wet for me, Stephanie?” His finger travels down to my slick slit, and slowly, he presses it inside me. My eyes close tightly, humiliation washing over me; knowing I cannot deny how aroused I am, he chuckles as he pumps his finger in and out of me slowly. My breathing quickens, and my hips lift slightly off the barrel. Fresh tears are rolling down my face. He stops abruptly, and fingers trail back up my body. 

I feel his warm breath on my face as he leans close, his tongue licking away the tears on my cheek. He speaks as he groans softly. “Your tears are just as sweet as I knew they would be, Stephanie. Listen closely, as I don’t like to repeat myself slut. You are going to learn many lessons from me. But the most important one is that you are mine entirely. I will make sure you know who owns you. Every tear you cry, every moan, whimper, and scream that leaves your pretty lips will be because of me. Every inch of your body and thought in your head will be mine. You can’t run now, Stephanie.” His hand goes around my throat, squeezing, I try to suck in air, and his grip tightens completely, cutting off my breath. As he continues to squeeze, my lungs begin to burn, panic and fear causing my eyes to widen, my vision starting to blur and blacken around the edges. His words continue. “You will even breathe for me slut. Do you understand?” I try to shake my head, and his grip loosens, allowing me to take large gulps of air as I nod yes. His thumb wipes away the tears rolling down my cheek as I hear his words echoing, “That’s a good girl, Stephanie.” He stands and runs his hand over my hair, and I hear his footsteps walking away and the soft click of a door shutting behind me. 

And in that moment, I know I am lost, at the mercy of this stranger to be used, broken, and owned. The fear surged anew through my body as I sobbed with the realization. I provided this stranger with my detailed instruction manual, and now I am entirely at his mercy.  The shame and humiliation that as I lay here a prisoner, my body betrays me for him. I can feel the wetness leaking out between my legs.

The Enigma

I stood in the window overlooking the warehouse floor where she lay below, still restrained across the wooden barrel. Her pale skin bathed in the small amount of light from the bare bulbs that glowed down above her. Her lovely ass was a contrast glowing red from the spanking I had given her. I groaned aloud as I pulled the mask off my face. It had taken every bit of willpower I had not to bury myself deep inside her wet slit. I was still hard as granite beneath my pants as I readjust myself in a futile effort to relieve my aching cock. After months of waiting even to glimpse this woman who had captivated my every thought. Having her a few feet away from me, naked and bound, was like waving a raw steak in front of a starving lion. A low growl rumbles from my throat as my whole body shudders with anticipation. I want to consume her in every way possible until she thirsts for nothing but my touch, rearranging all her broken pieces until they mirror my own. As she drifts in and out of sleep, I watch her tears dry on her cheeks. Her red hair was messy and tangled from being twisted in my fingers. She is exquisite, stealing my breath, my eyes roaming over her.

After all the months of collecting all her depraved thoughts and fantasies, of knowing all the dark that resides in her pretty little head, she is a captivating paradox that radiates innocence, naivety, and shameful embarrassment. It is so irresistible that I want to destroy it slowly. To turn this sweet little poppet, who has been such a good girl her whole life, into the slut she always needed to be. The enormity of this opportunity is what has driven me almost mad with desire. That has pushed me to the point of no return. A smile spread across my mouth with the heady power of knowing I would be the one to seal her fate. My heart races with excitement as I whisper to my sleeping poppet, “Mine.” Unable to escape my need for her, I replace my mask and go downstairs.

She does not awaken until I stand over her, my thumb tracing down her face. Her light brown eyes flutter open and widen as they stare at me. I see the fear in the depths, and her body trembles, making my cock twitch in my pants. The black mask covering my face exposed my eyes and mouth. I smile at her and say, “It’s playtime, Stephanie. I have waited long enough to use my new toy, right?” Shaking my head, I continue, “Look at you; you’re a mess, all covered in saliva. Maybe we should get you cleaned up a little.” I walk around in front of her. Her eyes follow my every movement as I stand so close to her face that she has to tilt her head back. The way her eyes are upturned to stare at me makes me come undone. Grasping the back of her hair, I twist the strands through my fingers and roughly pull her back further before speaking. “But first, we are going to see just how far down you’re throat my cock will go.” Her eyes widen even further as her body struggles against the restraints. With my free hand, I unzip my pants and shove them down my thighs, revealing my already hard cock. My smirk widens as I watch her eyes blink rapidly, her head shaking from side to side. Her thoughts are evident as she trembles like a leaf. My voice caused her eyes to snap up to meet mine. “I realize we may have to work at this, Stephanie, most women can’t come close to taking it all at first, But I promise once your training is complete, I will make you swallow every inch of my cock until your throat aches for it.”

I placed my thick cock directly in front of my lips, stretched wide in a perfect O by the ring gag. Gripping her hair tightly to cease her attempts to move. I moan in pleasure as the head slides into her warm mouth. I am slowly relishing the sensation of watching it slide further between her lips, enveloping the thick shaft. “Fuck” I gasp as I push more of it into her pretty mouth. The sight of my cock moving in and out of my poppet’s mouth is captivating. I release her hair and place my hand on her head, tilting it back. Lifting her chin and further opening her throat, creating an unobstructed path to fuck her beautiful face. Her eyes well up with tears as, inch by agonizing inch, I push my cock further down. Hitting the back of her throat, I feel her body spasm with each gag reflex. I pause, holding her in place, graciously allowing her throat time to adjust and speak. “Relax, my little slut breathe through your nose; think about how wet your tight little pussy is with my cock in your mouth. How, eventually, you will cum just by me pushing it down your throat. Her cheeks were wet with tears, making me smile at the evidence of my success in pushing her to her limits.

Unable to control myself any longer, I thrust forward, forcing my cock down her throat. Animalistic groan roars from my lips as this triggers her gag reflex once again, as I feel the blast of her hot breath pushed out to engulf my cock. It took everything I had not to cum right then down her pretty little throat. I watched her struggling to breathe with most of my thick cock lodged in her throat; the beauty of her in that moment was breathtaking. Knowing for her the seconds feel like an eternity as I hold her breath captive, the need to own everything she is overpowering. Until, at last, I let go, allowing my cock to withdraw. She spends several moments coughing and choking, desperately trying to catch her breath. Strands of saliva stretched from her mouth to my cock as she gasped. I look down and smile at her and, without hesitation, shove my cock back into her mouth. I vigorously work my cock back and forth like a piston, increasing the speed. With each thrust, I slam my cock into her throat, my balls rhythmically slapping against her chin. The mounting pressure to cum is building, and I know I am unable to hold off any longer. Amidst her beautiful sounds of gagging, slurping, and whimpers, I grunt out the words I have imagined saying to her for months. “Fuck I’m going fill that mouth full with my cum poppet.” I feel the initial surge of cum burst into the back of her throat. Grunting, I quickly adjust my cock, pulling out so that it lands directly on her mouth and tongue. Coating her lips and filling her mouth to overflowing.

Once the weakness in my legs has improved, I lean my face close to hers, my tongue again flicking out to catch a tear and roughly whisper. “I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you are, Stephanie, with my cum covering your chin and running out of your mouth.” Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I snap a couple of pictures of her, flipping the phone around for her to see. A shameful blush turns her face red as she closes her eyes and drops her head forward. I frown, speaking, “I said, look, Stephanie.” She continues to look down, her eyes closed. I run a hand across her face, pushing the hair behind her ear.

I lean down, brush my lips across her forehead, and speak. “Oh poppet, don’t be embarrassed; you will see my cum running out of every hole you have. You will come to understand you are mine, and I will make you the most perfect little slut for me.” I grab her chin, tilting her chin up. Slapping her sharply across the face as I spit the words out menacingly, “Remember this, Stephanie, when I fucking tell you to do something, you do it, Don’t make me punish you for disobeying me. Because even though I love knowing how much my little slut enjoys pain with her pleasure. There are so many ways I can make you scream that you won’t enjoy at all. But I will.” Releasing her chin, I turn to walk out of the room. Flicking the light switch off, I hear her sobs echoing throughout the dark room as I whisper. “Goodnight, poppet; I have such delights for you tomorrow.” My cock hardens at the beautiful melody of her surrender as I close the door.

Poppet

As the lights overhead flicker on above me, I whimper. My entire body is aching and sore in ways I have never felt before. My eyes are swollen and irritated from the tears that have finally stopped falling.  My throat was so raw even a tiny whimper made me cringe from the pain.  I hear his steps moving closer, but I am too tired to raise my head. His fingers trail up my spine, causing my body to shiver at his touch. I want to cringe away from him, but I know from experience that restraints prevent such movement. He comes to stand in front of me, and I feel his hands on the back of my neck as he unbuckles the leather strap that keeps the gag in my mouth.  His fingers move as he eases it from behind my lips. I groan as I close my mouth. My jaw muscles scream in pain.  He moves swiftly and removes the cuffs from my wrists and ankles.  I wince as he picks my body up, rolling me over onto my back. The rough wood against my sore ass elicited another whimper from me. His hands move down my arms from shoulder to wrist, massaging gently, slowly causing tiny pricks of pain in my limbs as he attempts to awaken my stiff muscles. He moves down to my legs, giving them the same treatment from my ankles to the top of my thighs. His fingertips brushed the edges of my groin but never hesitated, intent on his task. After several minutes, he speaks. “I’m going to make you feel better, Stephanie, but you have to promise me you will not do anything to upset me.  Don’t make me hurt you, poppet. Let me see what a good girl you can be for me.”  His words were low and soft; they seemed almost loving if not for the apparent threat.

He leans down his face so close to mine I feel his hot breath on my lips as he presses his mouth to mine. Gently sucking on my bottom lip before moving away. “What do you say, my Stephanie?” My body and mind are foggy from the exhaustion and pain as I try to process his words. I am even more frightened by his complete change in demeanor. He must be insane to think he can kidnap me, abuse me, and then expect me to just agree with him. But in my current state, I am not capable of even walking unassisted, let alone escaping from him. I want to fight him, run from him, but I need to come up with a plan before I do something utterly stupid and get myself tied up again. I look up at him, meet his gaze, and nod in agreement.  A smile formed on his lips, and he quickly picked me up, cradling me to his broad chest, and carried me across the room. He brings me to a corner where he pushes open a sizeable white door, revealing a large clawfoot tub, double sink, and vanity. A stack of fluffy white towels and washcloths are sitting on the counter. My mouth gapes open as I stare at the sink filled with soaps, lotions, toiletries, make-up, and hair tools. Each one is precisely the same as what I use. I look at him in disbelief as he grins at me. Seeing how pleased he is with himself only makes me think he is even more deranged than before. “I have all your favorite things, poppet. Now I’m going to run you a bath, and then I’m going to help you clean yourself for me.”

The humiliation rushed through me at the thought of him watching me bathe, causing me to speak hoarsely. “No, I don’t need help; I can do it myself,” I say. The force of his gaze causes me to look away from his eyes. He sets me down on a stool and leans over, twisting the handles as he adjusts the water flowing into the tub. The scent of jasmine fills the air as he pours a bath oil into the swirling water and turns to me. His hand moves to rest on my thigh as I sit naked, trying to cover myself on the stool.  His voice rumbles in my ear as his fingers squeeze into my thigh hard and bruising. “Look at me, Stephanie.” the words are tinged with restrained anger as he continues, causing my body to tremble as his fingers dig deeper into my flesh. “What you want is no longer necessary because I know what you need. I know you don’t quite understand that yet, but you will when every inch of your body feels the tracing of my fingers, is licked with my tongue, and marred with each mark I place on it. When I have claimed every hole, you have stretched them to fit so perfectly around my cock, and you can only whisper from the number of times you have whimpered, cried, and screamed for me. You will know who owns you.

He moves into me, my wide, frightened eyes, not daring to look away from him. His warm breath fanned my face, smelling of peppermint. My pulse increased not only from his words but also from his nearness. His eyes are so dark, almost black, as they bore into mine. For the first time, I looked at the exposed features of his face. His angled jaw and mouth twist into a feral grin as his tongue runs across his lips. He makes me feel like I am about to become a starving man’s first meal.  My nipples harden, and my breath hitches as shame burns my face while my body betrays me. The heat rushed to my core as fear and arousal enveloped me. He filled my mind with the humiliation of a truth we both knew. One I cannot deny no matter how hard I try. That deep down, I want this man to be my undoing.  His lips brush against my own, his tongue slipping between my lips, and I can’t stop myself from leaning into him. A soft growl rumbles from his throat, making my pussy clench. He reluctantly leans away from me and speaks. “Oh, my beautiful little poppet, by the end of today, you will do two things for the first time and one for the last. You will beg me to cum, you will beg me to stop, and you will fucking never say no to me again.”

The Enigma

Sitting at the small table in the corner of the vast room lit only by the rays of sunlight flickering through the high windows near the rafters, she perches uncomfortably on my lap. My erection pressing into the backs of her upper thighs right where they meet the cheeks of her round ass. The blush that flushes her face as she tries her best to stay ideally still makes my cock twitch. I inhale her scent as I move the cube of cheese to her parted lips. Reluctantly, she leans forward to take it. Each time, I hold it so her pouty lips wrap around my fingertips to get it. She quickly takes it, and the blush deepens as her eyes remain downcast. Reflecting on the day thus far, I don’t know who is more tortured by this. Her shame as I watched and assisted with her bath, rubbing my hands over every bit of her soapy body. Then now as she sits on my lap, feeling every pulse of my cock as she sucks each bite from my fingers. My restraint wanes as she takes the last bite from my fingers, making me tremble slightly, my free hand clenching beneath the table.

Standing, I lift her with me and sit her down on the table’s edge, pushing her back to lie before me. The plain white t-shirt and black lace thong I allowed her to wear now covered her from me grabbing the hem of her shirt and shoving it up to her neck. The large round globes of her breast heave with each breath she takes. I lower my head to take her nipple into my mouth, sucking it hard. My hand grabs her other breast, painfully squeezing it until I hear the sweet sound of her cry. My teeth graze her nipple as I release it and move to take the other in my mouth. My fingers grasp the freshly released one and roll it between my fingers. I hear her whimper for me as my erection pressed painfully against the zipper of my pants. Releasing her nipple as my mouth and teeth continue to play with the other. Reaching down, I grasp the black lace panties and rip them from her body, exposing her smooth glistening pussy. I can see her arousal as I straighten to look down at her. My fingers pinching and twisting the nipple I had just released from my mouth.

Her large brown eyes stare up at me with that sweet mixture of fear and arousal, making me instantly want to eat her alive. A loud growl escapes my mouth as I speak. “Is my greedy little pussy wet for me, Stephanie?” Her body trembles, and her face flames red as she shakes her head in denial. I smirk down at her as I bring my hand rubbing up and down her slit before pushing one finger deep inside her wet little hole. Feeling the dripping wetness, I groan and pull back out of her, bringing my hand up enough to deliver a sharp slap directly on the top of her mound. Her immediate gasp and whimper enticed me to continue to smack her folds, watching them turn red under my hand. Her cries draw my attention as tears roll down her cheeks. I lean forward, unable to stop myself, licking one off her cheek before it falls. I speak. “Don’t fucking lie to me, my slut. It will never end without me licking tears off your pretty face.” Without hesitation, I sink two fingers between her throbbing folds, pushing them inside; her continued whimpers are music to my ears.

My cock is straining hard against my pants feeling like it will burst. The slick wetness squeezed tight against my fingers. Working a third finger inside, pain contorting her face, lips parting to gasp out, “Please stop.” Curling my middle finger rubbing across the soft ridges inside her, I move my thumb up to circle her clit. My pace faster, working my fingers deep in and out. Her expression softens slightly as her full lips open, and she moans. I watch my fingers with envy as her continued moans make my cock ache to push inside her. She is panting as the flush of her impending orgasm creeps up her chest and neck. Her hips started to lift, meeting my fingers, trying to force them deeper inside her. Her moans increase in pitch and tempo. I stop rubbing her clit, decreasing the pace of my fingers till they barely move. I continued slowly rubbing my finger across that perfect spot, making her purr like a kitten.

Glancing back up at her, I see her eyes open and locked on mine. A look of confusion and utter longing across her face almost brings me to my knees. When I speak, my voice comes out with a slight shaking edge from the effect her gaze has on me. “Tell me, poppet, tell me what you need.” Her hesitation lasts several seconds as I again start to rub slowly on the hardened clit beneath my thumb. A whimper came from her mouth. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I...I need to cum, please.” I lick my lips, my eyes taking in her gorgeous face as I reply. “Who do you want to make you cum Stephanie?” This time, she did not hesitate to answer me, her voice shaking with desperation and need. “You....I need you to make me cum.” Her tongue darts out and runs across her lips before she speaks in the same shaking voice. “Please, Sir, I need you to make me cum.” The words that left her mouth filled me with such a need for her. That at that moment, I would have given her anything she wished.

Poppet

My mind is reeling as my body shudders from another orgasm washing over me. My vision was wholly obscured with the t-shirt pulled over my head. His instructions were clear, and I was not to move unless instructed to do so. His head between my legs, sucking as if he was trying to draw every drop of me into him. My hips buck as I ride waves of pleasure, my juices coating the three fingers he pumps in and out of me. I collapse back onto the table, panting heavily. Silently, I berate myself in my head. The conflicting emotions make me feel like I am losing my mind.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Having experienced three of the best orgasms of my life from the mouth of a deranged, dangerous man who has abducted and abused me. I am ashamed of the humiliation of how my body reacts to him, how good it feels. How I begged him for it makes me cringe embarrassed. I don’t know his name, and he refuses to let me see his face. His denial all those months I had asked for a picture or even a description of him. He remains an enigma even with his head between my thighs.

My thoughts instantly disappear as he removes his fingers. He is immediately replacing the emptiness with his tongue as he licks the length of my slit before plunging his tongue deep inside me. He groans around his tongue, making me feel the rumble in my core as I gasp and moan. He removes his tongue and speaks. “You taste so fucking sweet, poppet; I could make wine from your juices and drink nothing else.” I whimper as he continues to lap at my folds from pleasure and the almost unbearable sensitivity he has created. “Please,” I groan. “Please, I can’t take it.” He sinks all three fingers back inside me, making me moan loudly, and then withdraws them entirely.

He pulls away from me, and after a few seconds, He sits me up, removing my shirt from my face. Standing before me, mask once again covering his face. Bringing his hand to my mouth, he rubs a finger across my bottom lip, coating it in my wetness. I try to pull back from him, but his other hand grips the back of my hair, tilting my head to face him. He shoves all three fingers into my mouth and, in a low voice, commands me.” Don’t pull away from me, Stephanie. It only pisses me off. Now you’re going to suck every drop of your juice off my fingers, and when I am satisfied they are clean, you’re going to thank me for the privilege. Is that clear enough for you?” Staring up at him, I nod my head slightly in acknowledgment. His smirk lifts a corner of his mouth as he continues to speak. “Show me how clean my little cock sucking slut can get my fingers.”

My face burns red as I close my eyes and suck his fingers deeper into my mouth, my tongue running between each finger, tasting myself. He tugs on my hair sharply, and my eyes open as he speaks. “You keep your eyes open, poppet, and look at me whenever I put anything in your mouth. Understand me.” I stare at him as I complete my task, trying to hide the flare of anger that his words made me feel. I want to sink my teeth into his fingers and bite him. But I know he will only do much worse to me if I do. The paradox he had forced me into was slowly driving me insane. They are see-sawing emotions bleeding into one another, then tilting to either extreme in the next second.

He stares at me intently, his eyes searching my face, and after several minutes, he withdraws his fingers from my mouth. After several seconds of his unrelenting stare, I whisper the words I know he is waiting to hear. “Thank you for allowing me to clean your fingers...Sir.” My hesitation causes a stern look to cross his face as he sighs, then speaks, “You continue to test me, Stephanie; you can’t hide that fire of disobedience that sparks in your eyes. No matter how many times I snuff it out, it reappears. How hard do you bite that tongue to keep from saying what’s in that pretty little head? How often have I seen you want to hit, bite, and run away from me? There is nothing you can hide from me, Stephanie. Do you know why poppet?” He looks at me expectantly for an answer. My body trembles at his words and the repercussions that may follow. My tongue darts out nervously to wet my lips, and I answer softly. “No. I don’t understand why you are doing any of this?”

I shiver as he gives a wicked cackle, my body jerking in response, causing his grip on my hair to tighten. His voice is a low rumble as he continues. “Oh, I disagree, Stephanie; you know why I do everything because you created me. You breathed the life into my body and stoked the fire in my soul. I am the devil you ached for your entire life, hidden deep inside that beautiful fucked up head of yours. The one who knows every button to push, every tiny deviant thought to force you so completely into the abyss.” He releases my hair to wrap his hand around my throat, squeezes, restricting my air, and continues. “You cannot create a demon and expect him not to consume you in every way possible. You made me crave you, and you are my addiction. I was the dark servant you designed to give you everything you need, poppet. Just remember there are consequences for every action. Your demon has evolved. “He spits the last words out with venom, his eyes dark as night.

He squeezes my throat tighter until I am unable to draw in a breath. I struggle against him, clawing at his hands in vain. He brings his mouth to mine with crushing force, sliding his tongue past my lips. The edges of my vision blacken as he pulls back to stare at me. He does not loosen his grip as I sink into the fog and spit out one final sentence. “So now, my sweet little poppet, your servant will be your master.” The fear and aching need in my core are the last things I feel as I fall into nothingness.

The Enigma

Night has fallen once again. The moonlight bathed her body curves, glowing softly. The need to touch her smooth skin caused the ache inside me to become sharp, piercing like the tip of a knife with each intake of my breath. She stirs on the bed, rolling from her side to lie on her back. Her eyes fluttered open as I turned on the small corner lamp. Her big brown eyes widen slightly as the sleep dissipates, revealing her current situation. A small whimper escapes her lips, making my cock twitch in anticipation. My pulse increases as I watch her take in every detail of my beautiful creation. Her face reveals every thought as I watch the trepidation wash over her and then bleed into the delectable arousal I seek. The flush creeps up her neck and face, her panting breath, as her nipples harden, causing a flood of power to rush through my body. The beautiful dance she does for me as I twist her depravity. Her body moved perfectly to my music. For each note I play, she feels deep inside her soul. Fear, shame, and pain create the haunting melody of her undeniable aching need.

I stand and walk toward her, marveling at her beauty and the intricate knots of the red silk rope wrapped around her body. The rope crisscrossed in beautiful patterns, causing her flesh to budge slightly between each opening and running the length of her back to where I had her wrists secured. Across her neck and chest to form a harness, circling each breast, pushing them up, then trailing down to wrap around her thighs on either side of her wet folds. They trail between her legs and up to cup each cheek of her lovely ass as they continue circling each leg to end in coils at her ankles. A piece of living art that steals my breath, making my erection twitch painfully.

Her eyes meet mine as I tower over her form and speak. “It’s called Shibari Stephanie. It is a Japanese form of binding, creating patterns that contrast and complement your body’s natural curves. The seduction lies in the feel of soft skin against the rough rope, strength against exposure, and calm against the edge of risk. I must say, poppet, that you are the most perfect piece of art I have ever created.” I caress her face, brushing it with my lips and whispering into her ear. “How does it feel, poppet, to be so completely captured? Every knot is a binding of submission to not only me but to the perfect slut you hide inside yourself.”

I open the drawer on the bedside table and select a few items, looking back at her eyes, wary as she watches me. My hand cupped her breast, my thumb rubbing across her hard nipple. My hand moved down her body to slide my fingers between her wet folds, eliciting a small whimper from her mouth. Her face reddens as her eyes fill with need and shame. A smile twists my lips as I dip a finger deep inside her. Pulling out of her, I pick up the small vibrating egg. Moving it to her entrance, I press it quickly inside her dripping wet hole. Her whimper made my rigid cock press harder against my jeans. Standing, I roll her onto her side as she struggles, shifting her onto her stomach. Her fingers open and close, the coils of red rope encircling her wrists. The pale globes of her ass in full view. Opening the bottle of lube, I pour it onto her ass, watching as it runs down between her cheeks. My hand followed it, pushing her cheeks apart, a finger barely pressing against her tight, puckered hole.

She stiffens immediately, her head shaking from side to side, and she gasps. “No! No, please don’t. I....” she falters before continuing, “Please don’t do that. My smile widening as I slowly start to work a finger inside her. A strangled whine comes from her throat. She begins to pant, breathing rapidly and gasping. I speak. “Relax, poppet. It will only hurt worse if you don’t. I’m not stopping; you should know that by now. Take slow, deep breaths for me.” I continue to work my finger in and out of her slowly, then add a second, the way her tight hole grips my fingers, making me groan out loud. She struggles, sobbing; raising my other hand, I bring it down, smacking hard across her ass. She gasps out a choked sob and immediately stills.

Moving my free hand down to her clit I begin to circle it with my fingers, and my other fingers continue to push in and out of her puckered hole. After a few moments, her whimpers slow, and she moans softly; I rub across her clit faster, hardened beneath my fingers. Her hips raised her ass off the bed and pushed back into me. “That’s a good girl, poppet.” I praise her. Reaching down, I pick up the small plug and pull my fingers out as I continue my ministrations on her clit. Coating it in the lube, she is already covered in; I push it against her little hole. She cries out as it slips inside her. The jeweled end rested perfectly against her skin.

I stand and roll her over on her back, and she groans as the movement shifts the plug inside her. Picking up my phone from the bedside table, I opened the app. Her body shudders, and she gasps as the egg begins to vibrate. Pressing again on my phone, I chuckle as she moans loudly when the plug comes to life vibrations. Setting both on low, I watch her for several minutes. Her body writhing on the bed. Her face is still wet with tears as continued moans and whimpers trickle from her lips. Her cries continue a garbled string of obscenities, punctuated as she calls out to God, begging for salvation.

I lean down to lick the fresh tears rolling down her cheek, the sweet taste of her suffering coating my tongue, my cock throbbing so hard my legs feel weak as I whisper. “You should thank me, Stephanie, for preparing you for my destruction. Because tonight I am going to bury my cock so deep inside both your tight little holes, stretching and consuming you so completely that the only God you will ever call out for will be me. When the sun rises in the morning, I will own every part of you poppet.” Her whimpered sobs follow me as I walk out, closing the door softly behind me.