ANNE
He didn't seem to strain as he lifted me from the chair, and that was
frightening in itself. The mask made it more so. I didn't look up, as he
pushed me to my knees. I kept my eyes, at the level of his thighs. I could
feel the warmth from his legs in front of me. I was almost panting. My heart
tripping in my chest from terror.
I felt vulnerable. He knew me, and I didn't know him. It was frightening. I
heard Adam moving around behind me, and saw the collar coming in front of my
face to be buckled around my throat. The fur soft against my chin. It brought
my chin up, but I kept my eyes lowered.
A leash was clipped to the large D-ring in the front, and a tug let me know to
follow him, smartly. I did it. My head down, and my arms working quickly.
He had me go to the living room, where Jay and Danielle were sharing some joke.
I could hear them laughing. I knew Adam followed behind us, because I recognized
his footsteps. It was almost comforting.
The man in the mask sat down in one of the over stuffed leather chairs, and put
his foot on my leash. Tugging the other end, and pulling my face down to the
floor, by his shoe. I kissed it, and left my lips there. Spreading my legs,
and getting into the correct posture. Back low, and hips high. The woman
spoke.
"She's nice-mannered, for a pet." I almost bristled. Pets weren't allowed to
have any higher reasoning. They ate off the floor, and slept in a drafty
laundry room. I was no pet. Nobody contradicted her however. I certainly
wasn't about too. "Not marked enough. All that pristine skin, is obscene." I
felt the leash being moved, dropped next to me. I didn't move.
"We can of course, mark her however you feel would be appropriate, Danielle."
Jay, always ready to oblige a friend. "We have canes, whips and paddles. What
would you like?" I felt the man next to me, move slightly, as she spoke.
"I think ten with a cane, should mark her nicely, then maybe that nice strap.
The hefty one." I shivered. "I do so love, British tan." They all chuckled at
her throaty joke. I didn't, but then I was the one about to get marked. The
fact, that I could feel the wetness forming on my thighs from the mere thought
of that cane biting into me, did nothing to quench my fear. No matter how much
I loved the strap or the whip. It hurt as it happened. No amount of desire
could lessen the pain. I just liked it. I liked that I could take it. No
matter how much I feared it.
There was a quick tug on my leash, and I followed it. Hurrying across the thick
cream carpeting. Wondering where we were going. We stopped in front of a
sawhorse, and I knew what was going to happen. I was pulled to my feet, and
laid face down over the horse, almost straddling it. The wrist cuffs were
hooked to the wood, and my feet were hooked to the legs. Adam took a hold of
my hands from in front. His body inches from mine. A male hand from behind
pushed a handkerchief into my mouth. Nothing went over it, so I could spit it
out if I wanted to. No violation there, but it made my safe-word so much
farther away than it was. The hand rubbed my neck, almost harshly.
He stepped back. I heard the first soft whoosh of the cane slicing through the
air, and then fire across my thighs. I jerked, and bit down. The tears were
instantaneous. Adam leaning on my wrists to keep my hands still. The blows were
quick and cruel. The ten seeming to fall with unerring accuracy, and brutal
sameness. I felt it acutely when they stopped. My breaths hard, and heart
pounding.
It seemed like there was no respite, between the cane, and the strap. It
started as though he had held both of them in his hand. Maybe he had. These
blows were not softer, but bigger. More even, because the strap was wider.
It licked the soft part of my thighs, and the back of my calves.
I was weakening all over. It wasn't going to stop. They would make me raw, and
then use me for their own relief. I had not been talked to, or touched without
pain, since I was taken out of the chair. I had passed from active participant,
into the abject. I did not exist. They talked of color, and consistency. The
way the redness looked on me, and the quality of the welts. The only real
contact that I had was Adam's hands holding my wrists still. Not that I could
have gotten away anyways.
I wasn't sure if I liked being this much of an object. It was different. I had
been the focus, and to a certain extent I still was, but not quite. Adam and
his friends had turned me into meat. A different trip. I tried to relax into
it, but I couldn't. The man in the mask was making it impossible.
He frightened me, because I could not identify him. He was a stranger. Adam
released my arms when they were finished strapping me. Hands flipping me over
effortlessly, until I was on my back.
Mark put his hands under my knees, and forced them back against my chest. The
Mistress putting a condom on his organ, as his eyes studied me. I did nothing
so foolish as look directly at him. I concentrated on being calm, and cool.
When he slid deeply into me. I moaned behind closed lips, and buried my face in
my arm to muffle the sound. Not that any sound I made would have made a
difference.
The others watching us, speaking slowly about other things to do to me, and to
have me do for them. I wouldn't let myself cum, and knew that the man in the
mask was going to soon, by the way his cock tightened inside me. His breathing
harsh and full of heat. His hands pushing into my arms in short grasps as he
neared. That this was a straight fuck was surprising to me. After Danielle,
and the chair I was wondering why this was so normal.
"Let her catch up." Danielle said, from where she was sitting in the leather
chair. "We can use those big beads, and maybe get her worked up again with a
wrap around whipping." The Man in the mask, nodded, and pulled out abruptly.
They turned me over a footstool, and made me wait with my eye closed. It would
have been so easy to open my eyes, but I didn't. I felt the hard push of the
toy as they tried to work it into my wet slit. They were almost too big, even
though they were soft rubber. I was open though, from the fisting and the
fucking. They got one in my pussy, and held it in place, while they played idly
with my body. I was getting very tired from all they had done to me, and longed
to be bound so tightly I could relax, maybe sleep but I also wanted to see who
the scary man in the mask was.
I did realize that they would probably not let me see his face. I could be
walking past this man on the street and wouldn't know who he was. I would never
know his name. He was anonymous, and that sent a funny little thrill through
me. He was not as cruel as some, but maybe that I did not know him made it feel
crueler.
I did as they expected me too, with as much grace as I could get together, and
waited for the night to end. I fell asleep and woke to morning, lying at the
foot of the masters bed where I belonged. The soft blanket wrapped around my
naked flesh, hearing the gentle sounds of the men breathing in the kingsize bed
above me.
