●The Special Box - {fiction}

  The Special Box                                                                                   Feb2012
                                            {written for a certain Englishman before he showed his unworthiness}
 
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I have been instructed to bring my special box of accessories when I report to your house, and prepare myself for you. In the box are a blindfold, handcuffs, clamps, wrist and ankle cuffs for restraint, several  gags, a dildo vibrator, an ass plug, flogger, and rope.

I am to choose one item, and you will choose two more. Whichever item I choose is to be applied or in use when you arrive, and am to have a certain locked box of your own retrieved and ready for you.

I'm having trouble deciding which item of the box to choose, and trying to guess which you will choose in response. I decide it doesn't much matter which ones either of us choose. . it will all be part of a fine and anticipated adventure.  I select the ball-gag, and wait for you.

I am wearing a particular dress as directed, black stockings, and panties, but no bra. The dress is your favorite, a long and gauzy one in deep red and black, with a low squared neckline and criss-cross laced in the front for closure.

Presently you arrive and take in with approval what awaits you.

'An appropriate selection, the ball-gag, as you will have no need-nor permission-to speak, my dear, only to listen, and  listen well.'   I nod.

'Hmmm, what to do, what to do. . . If I use the blindfold you won't see what I will be doing  to you, and  I want you to see it all.  I want you to see me taking what is mine.' 

You pick up the ass plug, never used, examining it while leaning in close to me.  I feel  a slight panic, I'm nervous about its use, which you know.  I'm aware that you are trying to access my fear as a domination technique, but it is effective all the same.  Then you quickly select the rope and the set of cuffs.  I am led to your bedroom and stood against the wall.  Although not restrained yet, I am directed not to move until told.

'Yes, Sir', I mumble through the gag.

'If you were blindfolded, you couldn't see me do this'--you say, as you methodically remove your clothing. You are naked before me with an impressive erection in place already. You stroke it lovingly several times and ask me if   I want it.

I nod - yes, yes, yes...

'Good to know', you say, laughing, and you press yourself to me with an insistance,  flip-flopping my stomach butterflies in instant arousal. Then you feel and squeeze my breasts, barely contained in the lowcut dress.

'Oh, what fun we will have!' you say, as you begin unlacing the ribbon of the dress closure. You proceed very slowly, a ploy to increase my excitement, and it works. I want you to tear off the dress and just take me, right now !

When at last I am unlaced and the dress is opened to fully expose me, you leave the room. Wait- no! I say to myself.  You take your time, a calculated action, and when you return you have both 'special boxes' with you, and a drink. I close my eyes as commanded.       

From  each box you extract  one item.  Telling me to  keep my  eyes shut, you attach the nipple clamps to me,  flicking  them a few times. It hurts. . . but  in  the  'good way'.

'Oh, you like that, don't you, you slutty little tart?' I nod and mumble in the gag.

Then you press your cock to me again, grinding. I am already wet and I press back to you. You pick up an item from your personal box, the scissors,  and cut away my panties from my body.  I feel close to cumming in anticipation !

'Oh my, my. . .don't you look delicious, so ripe for my consumption!'  you say, as you peel the dress from me, dropping it to the floor.

You instruct me to put my arms forward to have the restraint cuffs attached, and you kneel down to spread my legs and attach the ankle cuffs. While kneeling you tease my pussy, just enough to make me want to grab you and pull you to me.  But I know better than to move unless told. I so much want to please you and following your instructions is part of that.

'Yes, yes, my lady, I shall be greatly enjoying my captive slut, the damsel in distress', you say, laughing. Being a captive to your sexual whims is so exciting to me !

You order me to lie face down on your bed, hands behind my back, and slap my ass sharply several times. (Yes, I like it as much as you do.) Then you thread the rope through the rings of the cuffs, manipulating it in such a way that the shortened rope pulls my knees into a bent position, and you secured the rope to the rings of the wrist cuffs. Now I'm restrained in a face-down-ass-up position. I can barely tolerate my growing arousal !

'I think you know what I'm going to do to you now, don't you?  And you want it badly, don't you ?    Don't you ??'

'Yes, Sir, yes, Sir', I say, muffled in the ball-gag.

You position yourself and make an enthusiastic rear entry, 'doggy-style'. Your huge hot cock shows me what nature meant it to do, claiming its right in me. I  have  been so  very  excited that almost immediately  I cum for you. Your cock responds by fucking deeper and harder, but you withdraw before your  release.  You  stand  at  the  side  of the  bed,  and   I can see your  magnificent cock actually throbbing, jumping a bit. You roll me to my side, still hog-tied, removing my gag.

'Open your mouth, you're taking my cock', you say, the head already at my lips.  Happily and gladly   I open wide and you slide that lovely cock in deeply as I move my tongue in a way so that your cock slides on it while you thrust.

I try a little trick I've thought of but never done. . .when you are withdrawn almost all the way, I close down on the head to keep it, running my tongue around it,  favoring that certain hot-spot. {Who is in control now, Sir?-- I think to myself with a smile.}

It doesn't take but a moment to bring you to the moment of no return, and you vigorously squirt your huge load to my mouth, moaning loudly...I swallow it and smile at you. After you withdraw, your cock is shiny with cum and my drool, and still semi-hard.   I love just looking at it . . it is glorious !!

You roll me back to the face-down-ass-up position and begin working the lubed ass-plug.
I am nervous  it will hurt,  but you  go slow, telling me  what a  good  slut I am for you, how obedient to your desires I am. This is my desire as well, you  inform  me,  and slowly  work  the  object  deeper. .. And you knew what you were doing.. because I do like it, it is so primal and makes me feel  so, so nasty and  dirty  for you.. .just as  you knew  it would,  just as  you  wanted.   I feel the  need to  cum again  growing in me.

'I am going to untie you now, but you will keep that plug in place, understood?  Do not let it slip out. I want your ass ready for my cock if I want to fuck it. Tell me you understand.'

'I understand, Sir.'

'Now roll over on your back, legs spread,  so I can see your wet pussy displayed for me.

 Keep that plug in place.'

'Yes, Sir.'

You sit at the foot of the bed and stare at your wanton slut-- I like it !  

I am offered some of your drink, which triggers my need to piss.  I tell you that  I must piss,  and may I have permission ? You grasp my wrist and lead me to the bathroom, and tell me to  piss as you watch me.  I'm very embarrassed  but the  need is great,   and  I  piss as  you watch.  Then you take my hand, guiding me into the shower. 

'I need to piss too, my dear, and  you  will  take  my  piss.  I am  going  to piss on you   and you are going to take it and love it. You will take it in your honor of me, in submission to  my  natural  and rightful  dominance.  Get on  your knees to me, now.'

'Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.' 

Your strong stream of hot piss showered upon my breasts and face. It was absolutely heavenly !  I knew this was your  first time  pissing on a woman, and  I could see how it  sparked  that darkest sexual  part  of you-- so  taboo, but  a  compulsion. . .a  dark  calling you can no longer deny. You made a growling sound in your absolute dominance and
I quivered in  my total submission to it. So  forbidden and  'wrong',  but felt  so right!
My  lord,  it  was so  very  erotic --and over  much  too  quickly !

'So now you're marked forever as my piss-whore.  Piss-whore.'

'Yes, Sir. I am your piss-whore, thank you for your piss, Sir.'

You turned on the shower to wash us off, the sweat and cum and piss. and pulled me close and kissed me deeply,  it was sweet and hot. You checked the position of  the ass-plug, and manipulated it a little. I think you sensed enough was enough for now and slowly extracted it to wash it in the shower.  As it  disengaged from me  I felt a sparkly heat, and realized  that  now I absolutely craved your cock there !  I feel so nasty--I want to be so nasty for you !

 After the shower you wrapped me in a towel and got me a cool drink.

'I'll let you  rest  and  recuperate. .before I fuck you again.. and again, however I may wish  to, and as  much as I want to.  I am going to fuck  that  hot  slutty  ass of yours. It shall be.  You  are  mine !'

'Yes,  yours, Sir.  To  your  pleasure,, anything  you  desire, Sir !'