So this is a first pass rough draft of a story trying a different style, going low and slow, small details. But it's been sitting for a while and I'm half thinking about the deleting the whole thing, as I'm already working on a different novel, so thought I'd float this out there to see anyone enjoys it. Sorry if it's a little rough. Comments are very welcome.

The setting for the story is at a beach house and you are about to experience a full multi-day continuous BDSM session, no breaks, no safe words, totally at your long-term Dom's mercy.

Chaper 1

The blindfold comes off as the light blinds you, for the last 2 hours you have riden in the dark, handcuffed with rope keeping your hands down by your waist. Riding in the passenger seat reclined as if you were trying to sleep under a light blanket. As instructed the only things with you are your purse and the clothes on you, you had told your friends and family you were going to the beach to have an unplugged few days with your boyfriend, and now your cell phone is turned off and everything else was hidden away from you, you are here to serve with your full focus.

As the bright light dimmed and the world comes into focus you see a light blue house shaded in the trees, as your handcuffs are cut free from the rope and the blanket is wrapped around the hand cuffs as you are quickly hustled inside, dropping the blanket and being lead straight into the bathroom. As you are told to relieve yourself and not to leave, quickly going to the bathroom, struggling a little with your hands still cuffed in front of you before washing your hands and looking at yourself in the mirror. Your make-up has survived intact, and but for a few stray hairs you still looked every bit the best you could as you were instructed. All the while you could hear noises outside the bathroom coming and going, and moving about the house.

After a few minutes the door opens suddenly without so much as a knock, as you're taken by the arm and lead out and into the living room. You're lead into the 2 story tall living room where a rope dangles down from the ceiling to which your hand cuffs are tied to before your arms are raise up above your head, just as quickly your legs and spread apart and each ankle is locked into a spread bar on the floor.

You see your Master stepping back, feeling his eyes on you, taking their time to examine you up and down, your hair has been cut short to just shoulder length per his wishes, before he steps up and begin to run his hands over you. Starting at your tits, before feeling the bra straps, your upper chest shoulders, arms, his hands roam over your body before his hand slips down towards your shorts. Feeling your pussy through simple cloth shorts and panties you feel him press home to stimulate your clit for a moment, before he steps back with an evil smile.

Wordlessly he pulls out a knife showing it off to you rolling it his hand, before utter his first words to you in the house, a simply blunt "Don't move", causing you to freeze in place, with a knot in your throat. Taking a few extra moments playing with the knife it rises up towards you, before the side of the knife is first dragged across your one breast over your shirt than the other, then your bare arm, before it goes across your cheek and then your neck. Holding it up in front of your face, "Let's get your dressed to serve me already." And with that one hand grabs your t-shirt by the collar pulling it away from you before the knifea starts to cut your shirt open down the center. Grabbing the left arm sleeve that's quickly cut before the right arm sleeve is likewise cut to let the ruined piece of cloth fall to the ground, just as soon as it hits the ground your Master's hand is at your waist band of your shorts. Firmly his hand grabs the waist band and lifts hard and firmly, driving the crotch deeply into your pussy. And with surprisingly swift motion pull away your shorts away from your body before they're cut down each leg in the front, leaving only a small little bit of fabric in the front of each. He's now lifting up firmly now drive the shirts back even more firmly now into your crotch, and without letting up force the shorts to tear free and wrench themselves free through your pussy.

Leaving you standing there arms bound above your head, legs spread by a spreader bar. A moment of respite you are not given, because before you can even process your now near nudity, your bra is pulled free from your breasts and is sliced apart in the front. Roughly your panties are yanked away from you before each side is cut, before being roughly drawn up through your pussy just to further torment you. As your bra straps and both equally cut away from you, leaving you naked in every sense of the word. All the ruined clothing you have is now a pile in front of you, leaving you no choice but nudity.

"Now you're dressed to serve slave" as your Master starts to collect the ruined clothes and walk over to the trash can behind you to dispose of them. Before coming back over and sitting down in front of your with a cold beer, he seems to enjoy taking in your naked form, admiring you like an object, a piece of art. Nothing hiding your from his view, naked as the day you were born. He smiles at you, knowing in his head that was the last clothing you will wear for days.

Watching as your Master takes his time to enjoy the view of you hanging on display. Just sitting back and watching you on full display, time passes by slowly, filling your head with excitement and free. Eventually wordlessly he gets, and walks up to you and starts to feel you with his hands, slowly feeling ever curve of your body, taking his time. Moving around behind you he begins to take his time to squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples, as his lips nibble at your neck, and he begins to whisper all manner of dirty things straight in your ear, hinting and teasing at what he could do to you or make you do to arouse, debase, humiliate, titulate, or objectify yourself as you are completely his, both of body and mind.

After putting all manner or dirty thought and horny hopefulness swirling into your head, he brings you crashing back to reality when his left hand locks around neck and the right hand slowly glides down your smooth skin to your pussy, with a foot pressing down on the spreader back, he leans his body into, while keeping the hand on your neck forcing you to arch back and thrust your pussy out just as his hand reaches down and lets his finger begins to seach towards your eagerly attention starved clit. With unerring precision his fingers start to swirl over your exposed pussy, bringing you waves of pleasure, as moans escape your lips. Before his finger dives inside to borrow down into your whole pussy, from the tip of your clitto the very bottom of your pussy, and slowly he start to let his middle 3 fingers draw up and through your wet exposed and now opened pussy, as my middle finger briefly slips inside you before it strikes and glides across your ever so aching clit.

Pausing for the moment, he lets his finger rest on your hot button, before he start to let my fingernail come to rest against it for a moment. He seems to take care to entice you, to make you eager for more, but he denies you what you want most but just holding the pressure there. Even despite the desperation thrusts of your hips, with your body stretched tight like a bow, his hand and finger stays firmly locked in place, "You are under my control" he whisper into your ear, "I control when you get pleasure." He keeps holding you like this until your hips stop moving and you melt into him and accept his control and power over you, only then, with your surrender, does he let his hand start to move and pleasure you. But as he does so, he begins to tighten his grip on your neck and press you even more firmly into his body. As time becomes lost to you, you start to feel the pleasure building up within you, an unstoppable pressure burning within you, the building wave of an orgasm takes hold of you, and just as soon as you start to feel it about to overwhelm you. His hand stops it's motions on you pussy, and slides up over the smooth curves of your body to present my middle finger to your lips, with one words "Suck" he makes you suck clean his finger coated slick in your passion lubricants.

Taking a few moments he keep you held up tight, reaching up he free your wrists from the rope holding them up, letting you collapse down to the ground. Without skipping a beat your Master orders you to put your hands on the ground out ahead of you as you are on your knees with your chest on the soft rough carpet, after a few moments he unlock your ankles out of the spreader bar. But quickly he locks them back in, this time on the inner part, keeping your legs narrower together, before he helps you sit up and moves around front of you. Not missing the chance he presses in close and give you a deep kiss as his hands wander freely over your body, and sensing a moment over free your hands still cuffed move instantly for your aching clit. But before to much stimulation could be done he stops you, with his hand snatching your hands by the handcuffs away from your throbbing pussy. Breaking the kiss, and looking into your eyes, and says "That's mine, I didn't say you could touch it."

With that he pulls the key for the handcuffs from his pocket to unlock them, this time your freed hands reach around him and pull him in for another deep kiss as you feel start to feel him first squeeze your left breast be he begins to slide his hand back to your pussy to reward you for the correct choice, and his hand makes you moan your pleasure while our lips stay locked. But to your frustration his hand slips out from your pussy, as he break the kiss and moves swiftly to guide your arms behind your back, before he lowers your chest back down to the carpet. Slipping back behind you, he moves your arms both down to the spreader bar, slipping your wrists into the out cuffs, the leather still warm from your ankles being there. With for 4 clicks of small padlocks, the spreader bar cuffs are locked shut leaving you bent over but unable to touch yourself, not that you would do so thus only prolonging your frustrating denials.

After sitting back and watching you struggle for a few moments, he reaches down and picks you up and sets you back down this time on the coffee table with a towel folded over for your knees, grabbing the blindfold and headphones, you're quickly blindfolded and headphones placed into your ears playing classical music for you to listen as you're left on display to wonder what is next for you, you can almost feel him watching you, waiting for you to try and touch yourself to punish you, or worse. Only time will tell as you are left in your own little world.