Daydream Come True

[shynessincarnate]

Hi there!

I haven't been around for a long time here (to be honest, I'm not even sure if anyone even remembers me :D), but I've been itching to come back and write something recently. So here it goes. The story is still in the works, but I'm going to go ahead and post everything I've written so far. If you guys like it, give me a shout out either by PM or in the thread and let me know if you want me to keep writing.

Now, my personal situation has changed a lot over the past years so I definitely don't have as much free time as I used to, so please be patient with me on this one. The installments will come out as I'm able to produce them.

Hope you enjoy!

~Shy~

[shynessincarnate]

The sky was menacingly dark by the time Arabel got home from work. She quickly parked her SUV in the driveway wanting to avoid the imminent downpour and braced herself for the strong winds that would assail her as soon as she left the comfort of her vehicle. Cursing herself for wearing a skirt that day, she grabbed her messenger bag and quickly made her way to her front door. Her long brown locks danced in the wind as gust after gust relentlessly slammed into her, threatening to flip up the skirt she was desperately attempting to keep herself covered with. As she reached her door, Arabel quickly realized that she had inadvertently slipped her keys inside of her bag. Rolling her eyes at herself, she decided to forfeit all attempts at pudicity and plunge both hands into her messenger bag to retrieve the keys.

Had anyone been looking out of their window towards her house at that precise moment, they would have seen the slender young woman, legs slightly spread, bent at the waist with her upturned flowy skirt exposing a pair of soft grey cotton panties. In fact, had anyone been looking precisely at her panties, they would have noticed a very obvious wet patch neatly aligned with her vulva. More to the point, had she not been so preoccupied with finding her keys and had the sound of the blowing wind not been so loud, Arabel might have heard a single distinctive click in the few seconds it took her to find her keys and let herself in.

***

Robert felt a wave of frustration hit him when he looked at snapshot on his camera. His eyes focused on the grey underwear hiding what he imagined to be a nice firm ass and shaved pussy. He zoomed in, noticing the darker patch. He licked his lips – he could almost taste her. 'Oh well', he thought, before commending himself on obtaining a photograph of his neighbour in such an interesting position. He smirked as he made his way up the flight of stairs to his office and turned on the computer, eager to see what this evening would have in store for him.

***

As soon as she entered her home, Arabel let out a sigh of relief; she was exhausted. She tossed her keys in the small bowl near her front door and made her way to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers from the night before. As the smell of sesame oil and garlic started to fill the room, she started dreaming of the three weeks of complete peace she would be enjoying starting tomorrow. All alone in the small cottage she'd rented from a family friend, she would be so far removed from everything that she would finally have some time for some soul searching. No boss calling her at all hours of the day, no noisy neighbours arguing, no phone, no internet connection. Nothing.

After wolfing down her supper, the brunette made her way upstairs to her bedroom. There, on the floor beside her unmade bed, lay her bags, already packed for the much anticipated vacation. As she turned on her laptop, a shiver took hold of her producing a minefield of goosebumps on her pale skin. Her nipples firmed immediately. Feeling a slight breeze, she pivoted, her hazel eyes trying to ascertain the source of it. Almost instantly, she found it. The light linen curtain of her bedroom window looked like a lung, taking in air and expelling it. Arabel moved it aside and shut the window. She couldn't believe she'd forgotten to close and lock it again. This was the third time in the past two weeks. "Gosh, I must be super tired", she muttered to herself.

Making her way back to her computer, the young woman sat on her chair and relaxed. As she navigated towards her email with one hand, her other hand found its way down the front of her panties, over the short fuzz covering her mound to the small nodule of pleasure located below. Her fingers circled her clit as she began typing a new message as had been her daily routine for the past three months.

[Komodo Jones]

In some of my previous posts I've gushed on how much I love your writing, and for good reason. You haven't lost any ground in your skill, and I love reading your work. Even if in the past, I always seemed to choose the wrong choice :P But I do look forward to reading another work of yours and look forward to whenever you get to post the next installment.

[shynessincarnate]

Yeah!

Thanks KJ! *blushes*

You know, if I'd had the chance to put money on the first commenter, I would have guessed it would be you. Not that I mind, I'm very happy to have some support along.

Oh and no worries, there'll be no choices in this one ;), so no wrong choices to make hahaha!

[shynessincarnate]

***

Robert settled comfortably in his chair and stared at the computer screen. In a few keystrokes and clicks, he found what he was looking for. His steel grey eyes zoned in on the girl in the middle of the screen. He felt a slight twinge in his dick when she started touching herself. He watched on as she expertly navigated her body with only a few fingers. As he looked on, moans started escaping her mouth and her breaths became louder. He could tell that she was taking her time, probably savouring the moment. He began to feel uncomfortably tight in his jeans and methodically gave himself some breathing room for what was to come. He started stroking himself slowly, allowing his own excitement to begin to rise. She was very close to the edge now, her moans growing louder, her breath becoming less controlled. 'This is it', Robert thought as he started picking up the pace slightly, 'this is where we'll see...'

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud pinging sound coming from his computer. In the few moments his eyes were distracted by the small pop-up window that appeared, the girl had reached her orgasm. He looked back on her, still quivering from the onslaught of pleasure she'd just given herself and let out a frustrated grunt.

The man put a hand through his slightly receding hairline and clicked on the pop-up that had distracted him mere moments ago. As he read through, his expression changed and he started stroking himself rhythmically again. He glanced at the bags that were on the bed behind him and smiled. His preparations had not been in vain.

***

The room was punctuated by the soft clattering of Arabel's fingers dancing over her keyboard. Soon, it filled with the sound of her sopping wetness being spread more and more intensely over her swelling clit. Not missing a beat, her heartrate picked up the pace and started beating to the rhythm of her pleasure as her orgasm built. Her skin threatened to break out into a fine sheen of sweat as she felt herself tottering between the torturous mix of pleasure and pain brought about by being on the brink of her climax. She felt a speckle of intense heat start at the very tip of her clitoris and begin to radiate outwards, towards her labia, thighs and tummy until it could no longer be contained and exploded out, filling her whole body with wave after wave of pure pleasure.

She remained still for a while, feeling her pulse beating strongly through her clit. She smiled contentedly and rose from her chair. Stripping down to her smooth naked body on the spot, Arabel turned towards her bed and lay on her tummy. She fell asleep rapidly, completely exhausted. Only a few feet away, tucked away in an air vent near the ceiling, the mechanical eye kept watch, its little red light discretely blinking away in the dead of night.

[Komodo Jones]

Another good installment. The story itself doesn't end in a cliffhanger per se but the part in the middle does make one wonder why did the pop-up excite him and what are in his bags? Kind of a mystery and wants the person to keep on reading. Also once again you kind of flesh out the characters and what they're like instead of blatantly stating it which is something I always enjoy and something I learned in writing classes. I'm interested to seewhere this goes still.

[DreamMistress96]

Oooh I'm liking this story! Looking forward to the next part.

[shynessincarnate]

Another good installment. The story itself doesn't end in a cliffhanger per se but the part in the middle does make one wonder why did the pop-up excite him and what are in his bags? Kind of a mystery and wants the person to keep on reading. Also once again you kind of flesh out the characters and what they're like instead of blatantly stating it which is something I always enjoy and something I learned in writing classes. I'm interested to seewhere this goes still.

Oooh I'm liking this story! Looking forward to the next part.

Thank you kindly to both of you for taking the time to comment. I'm glad at least two people are enjoying this story!

[shynessincarnate]

Arabel was rudely awakened by aggressive rays of light piercing through the curtain she had forgotten to close before collapsing onto her bed the night before. She begrudgingly opened her eyes to try to reach the curtain and shut it when she realized what day it was. Bolting out of her bed as though propelled by springs, the young woman jumped to her feet. Not bothering to hide her nudity by anything more than the long hair that fell to the middle of her back, the brunette looked outside and beamed. The sky was a picture-perfect mass of azure that didn't contain even a hint of clouds.

She walked out of her bedroom and crossed the hall to the washroom where she entered the shower. Arabel stood under the water, allowing it to cascade over her body as she progressively adjusted the temperature until it was as hot as she could stand. Then, she relaxed her pc muscles and let her bladder empty itself. Grabbing her washcloth, she squirted a decent amount of soap onto it and started washing herself. Starting at her feet, Arabel worked her way up her legs, focusing on her inner thighs. Continuing up her body, the brunette contorted her arms to clean her back before coming back around to her belly. She spent more time on her breasts, washing each one by spiraling inwards towards her erect nipples. Moving on to her posterior, Arabel, followed the curve of her plump cheeks finishing off in her crack before moving on to her vulva. She gently cleaned the exterior and, peeling away layer after layer, cleaned every crease that lined her most private parts. Looking up at her razor, the young woman wondered if she shouldn't clean herself up a bit, but decided against it. 'It's not like anyone's going to see me', she thought to herself.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, Arabel made her way downstairs to the kitchen and popped a bagel in the toaster. A small breeze entered her kitchen as soon as she cracked the window bringing a whiff of roses. Looking up, she saw her neighbour, an older man who seemed to have a passion for the flowers. As though feeling her eyes on him, he looked up and raised his hand in a gesture of greeting. Arabel, smiled and followed suit. She had never spoken to the man but he seemed kind enough, though she admittedly didn't know much about him save for the fact that he lived alone and loved tending to his rose garden. Snapping back to reality at the sound of her toaster, Arabel grabbed her warm breakfast, wrapped it in a paper towel and made her way back into her room, taking a bite on her way up. She quickly got dressed, donning simple black cotton panties, her most comfortable bra and a knee-length marine blue flowy dress. Kneeling down to grab her suitcase, Arabel noticed the medium-sized black box tucked under her bed. She wondered whether she should equip herself with a few choice items for her vacation, but decided against it. She had plans to relax.

The drive was uneventful and long. The last hour on the lone dirt road that led to the isolated building was particularly so due to a total lack of any distractions. The wooden building, enclosed in a seemingly endless forest was a welcome sight. Remembering the instructions she had received by email, she tipped over the flower pot at the entrance to reveal the hidden key. Without even bothering to bring her suitcase in, Arabel entered and closed the door behind her. She quickly opened the windows to air out the place and made her way to the nicely sized bedroom in the back. The bed was covered with a hand sewn quilt that probably dated back a few decades. The very center of the quilt was patterned to look like a flower of some sort, 'a rose maybe?', thought Arabel as she looked at it. Not bothering to remove the blanket, Arabel settled onto the bed determined to take a little nap before finishing to unpack. She curled up on her side, closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

When she awoke, it was pitch black. Feeling a slight pressure around her head, Arabel moved her arm to remove the pillow she imagined had found its way over her eyes during her nap. When she realized that she couldn't move her arm more than a few centimeters, Arabel frowned. She tried again, without success. She tried moving her other arm and her legs but was met with the same resistance. A scream escaped her lips as she realized that she was tied up and blindfolded. Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping through her veins she screamed and screamed, but to no avail. She stopped, thinking she had heard the soft thud of a shoe taking a step on the wooden floor. Her heart seemed to skip a beat and her breath caught in her chest when a deep, calm voice spoke up right beside her:

"Surely you know it's irrelevant to scream in this isolated place", it said.

[Komodo Jones]

I'll be with you every step of the way at least what I can. It's amazing how you make stories that are not overtly sexual yet still contains enough for people who want that. It's not something you see very often yet you can make mundane events such as taking a shower or even eating a bagel interesting. I'm also not sure if many people realize the little nuances that you add to this story. One thing I noticed in particular was when you said according to the instructions she received...received from whom. You have made this story very ambiguous and raised a lot of questions and that just keeps me coming back for more as I really want to know what is going on in this whole situation. But these cliffhangers...one of the reasons I enjoy your writing. :D

[shynessincarnate]

Thanks again for your comment.

I'm really enjoying the buildup of the story and am glad to hear that you are too. I'm glad you've found one of the little tidbits I've sprinkled in throughout the story so far. I've got to keep you guys guessing, after all ;).

[em52388]

I'm glad to see that your time away did not diminish your ability to spin a very entertaining story. I will be following this one with interest.:)

[shynessincarnate]

I'm glad to see that your time away did not diminish your ability to spin a very entertaining story. I will be following this one with interest.:)

Why thank you! It's always a great feeling when one's work is appreciated!

[shynessincarnate]

Arabel started sobbing.

"What do you want? Please, just take what you want! Please, just don't...don't..." Arabel's plea trailed off.

"Don't what?", the man asked in a calm and collected voice. "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill or rape you", he continued almost conversationally.

Arabel was confused, she didn't understand. She had so many question but they all seemed to have gotten jumbled up in her brain. Fighting her panic to clear her mind she managed to properly order the words to formulate one of them:

"Then why don't you just let me leave?", she blurted, as tough afraid the words would escape her again if they didn't come out immediately.

"I may", he said. "Actually, it will really be up to you whether you leave or not", he continued. He watched as the young woman stopped pulling on her bonds and tried to calm down. A smirk escaped his lips as he saw a frown burrow deep beneath the blindfold.

"Good", he said, his voice changing ever so slightly as he pronounced the syllable. "Now, here's what is going to happen. I am going to give you a file with three documents inside. I am then going uncuff your left hand and settle down in a chair a few meters away from you. When you no longer hear my steps and know that I am in the chair, you are going to remove your blindfold and look carefully at each of the documents in the file. Once you are finished, you will decide if you want to stay here with me or if you want to leave. Nod if you understand what I've said so far".

He looked at the brunette lying on the bed beside him. She remained perfectly immobile, save for a quick nod of her head.

"Good girl", he said, noticing goosebumps forming all over the girl's body as the words escaped his mouth. "Now", he continued, "if you pick the latter, I will hand you an ice cube containing the key to the rest of your cuffs. I will leave with my vehicle once the ice is in your hands and, as soon as the key is free, you'll be able to unshackle yourself and do whatever you please", he explained. "If, however, you were to pick the former, well, we'll talk about that later if that is what you pick".

"What the fuck makes you think that I would ever consider staying here once I've seen whatever is in that file? You must be out of your damned mind! Just give me the fucking ice cube right now and let us be done with this!", she yelled at him.

The man chuckled at the angry and frightened woman beside him. He put a hand on her left wrist which, with the rest of her body, had started struggling to gain its freedom once again and pinned it down on the bed.

"I'm afraid that's not how it works", he said, "right now, I make the rules and you follow them", his voice was barely a whisper by the time he'd finished his sentence, but it had had the desired effect. Once again, the brunette's body broke out into hundreds of little goosebumps and had stopped moving. She now lay perfectly still, awaiting her fate.

True to his word, the mysterious man unshackled the woman's left wrist. He then placed the file on her chest and put her hand atop it. Arabel held her breath as her hand made contact with the thin cardboard container that presumably would determine her fate and listened closely until she could no longer hear any footsteps.

The man settled comfortably in a chair that was in a shadowy corner of the room. He looked on with amusement as the young woman ripped off her blindfold and looked around. He saw the look of frustration on her face when she found him and realized that she couldn't make out any features. Then, as though remembering what she was supposed to do in the first place, she opened the blue folder that was sitting atop her chest. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the armrests of the wooden chair and watched the girl's reactions attentively.

When she looked at the first document, the girl started showing signs of anger. After looking at the second document, anger turned to confusion. But the third document brought about something altogether different.

A smile escaped the man's lips as he saw Arabel connect the dots in her mind. She was, after all, very intelligent so he had never doubted her ability to make sense of what was going on. He had to keep himself from laughing when she started repeating the same word over and over again, as though cursing herself.

"Shit! Shit, shit-shit-shit, shit shhhhit!", was all she could say for a moment. Then, she let her body become limp on the bed. "Ok, I'll stay", she said in a low trembling voice.

Remaining hidden in the shadows, the man stood up. "Ok, I'll stay...?", he offered.

Arabel's body flushed with embarrassment as she heard the words escape the man's lips. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear. She just wasn't certain she was ready to hear herself say the word out loud.

[Komodo Jones]

Dah Shy you're messing with a person who has a very inquisitive mind. I'm going to be up all night wondering what's in that folder :P But having her stay...I think that was kind of obvious, as if she had the ice cube well that would be a pretty short story...provided that the guy's honesty isn't questioned. But these cliffhangers and these questions...it's torture, but in a good way. I'm looking forward to your next installment so that my brain can be destroyed even more :P

[shynessincarnate]

Dah Shy you're messing with a person who has a very inquisitive mind. I'm going to be up all night wondering what's in that folder :P But having her stay...I think that was kind of obvious, as if she had the ice cube well that would be a pretty short story...provided that the guy's honesty isn't questioned. But these cliffhangers and these questions...it's torture, but in a good way. I'm looking forward to your next installment so that my brain can be destroyed even more :P

Oh Komodo, you boundless curiosity is the perfect fodder for my creativity, I'm happy to contribute to the destruction of your brain :D!

Of course, you are right that there wouldn't have been much of a story had Arabel chosen to leave (though who knows if she would have been able to or not). I hope to surprise you with what was in the folder (or, at worst, still managed to keep the story interesting ;)).

[shynessincarnate]

"Ok, I'll stay Master", she finally said, feeling as though a kaleidoscope of butterflies was fluttering inside of her stomach.
The man smiled and sat back down. "Good girl", he said for the second time. “Now, get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day”.

Arabel’s heart was beating so quickly that she thought it might jump out of her chest. The whole moment, from the time she woke up and realized she was bound to the moment her Master left the room seemed like it had lasted an eternity and a second at the same time. She turned her head to the side and spotted the folder that had sealed her fate. Peeking out through the folded blue cardstock was the handmade Christmas card she had sent him the previous year. She had fantasized so much about having a real session with him, but she never expected it would ever happen. Now that the reality sunk that her daydream was coming true, she shivered. She thought about the other two documents in the folder. She was in a heap of trouble and she knew it. The night’s events, however, had left her tired and the young woman surrendered to her heavy eyelids and fell asleep.

The tall man looked on from the cottage’s living room. Unbeknownst to his guest, or rather, his host, he had set up a camera in the bedroom and was keeping a close eye on her as he silently unpacked the items he would be needing for the next day. “Sweet dreams”, he murmured, when he saw her fall asleep. The man grabbed a neatly folded crocheted blanket and put his own head down on the armrest of the couch he was sitting on, not bothering to open it up into a bed.

It was with a very full bladder that Arabel awoke the next morning. As a force of habit, she turned to her side in an attempt to roll out of bed but quickly realized that she was still restrained. ‘Shit’, she thought ‘what do I do now?’. She could hear footsteps outside of her room, her Master was busying himself with something. “H-hello?”, she called out tentatively. Arabel stayed still, hoping it would calm her urgent need to relieve herself, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold it in for very long. After having stopped, the footsteps started again. “Please”, she called out a bit louder, “please, I really need to pee”. The footsteps stopped again and the door to her room creaked open.

“Oh?”, said a man’s voice. He sounded amused. She was not.

“Oh, come on!”, she said “please can you just untie me?”.

“Hum”, her Master’s voice said, “well, you know, as I reminded you yesterday, that depends entirely on you. Need I remind you that our usual rules apply here?” he concluded.

Arabel blushed from head to toe. “But…”, she tried to protest “please, Master, please don’t make me say it out loud”, she said meekly. She closed her eyes, willing him not to say the words that she knew he’d say.

“Oh, my pet, but you are under no obligation to. It really is your decision. You can always just relieve yourself right now as you are and suffer the consequences of your own decisions”, he admonished, calm as ever as he started closing the door.

“No, wait!”, she said before taking a deep breath. If there was one thing that the brunette was certain of, it was that she did not want to be lying down in her own piss as he looked on at her embarrassment. “Master, may I please use the washroom?”, she said finally. She held her breath, half-awaiting the witty comeback that there was no washroom but an outhouse, but it did not come.

“You may, my pet”, he answered almost immediately “kindly pull your blindfold back on and I’ll unshackle you and guide you to the outhouse”. Arabel obliged. She was somewhat bothered by the fact that her Master was refusing to show his face, but she had more pressing matters to take care of. True to his word, he unbound her before guiding her with his strong and slightly calloused hands to the outhouse.

They had taken only a few steps back into the cottage when he asked her to stop. Arabel stood there obediently and waited in silence.

“Now”, he said “I rather think that we should get the uglier business out of the way, don’t you?”.

Arabel felt the colour drain from her face and she gulped. From the moment she’d realized that she was in the presence of her Master, the young woman had known that she would be facing punishment. Out of habit and despite her blindfold, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath willing the hands that had balled up into fists at the anxiety of his words to open up and the knots in her stomach to come undone. She only partially managed as when she replied in the affirmative, she felt the knots in her stomach get tighter.

[Komodo Jones]

Unless I missed something, there's one part of this story I don't completely agree with from a D/s standpoint. But I'll leave that mystery up to you...if you can even call it that, since you probably know what I'm commenting on. But good things always come in your installments, I could tell as you used the simile of a "kaleidoscope of butterflies" in the first sentence. Details are rarely seen on this site nowadays and repetition is rampant. Yet each installment you put out, thankfully still refreshes me and reminds me that on this site there are still writers, who actually realize that writing is an artistic medium instead of just masturbation fodder.

[shynessincarnate]

Unless I missed something, there's one part of this story I don't completely agree with from a D/s standpoint.

I am curious about this. Would you care to elaborate? To be honest, there are a couple of things that bug me about how I set up the D/s mechanic. However, I have allowed myself some slack as this is a work of fiction. I found that I was getting too hung up on details and was blocking my own creativity when I sat down to write.

As always your feedback (and feedback in general) is much appreciated :).

[shynessincarnate]

Not trusting her voice not to break under the stress of the anticipation, the brunette nodded in silent agreement.

“Good girl”, he repeated. “I am also going to remind you that you always have a say in what is going on. If you feel as though you’ve been pushed to your limit, your are to tell me. If something hits a clear limit, your are to tell me. I am not unreasonable, after all. Am I understood, my pet?”

Arabel heart rate picked up. She should have been relieved by the words that were delivered by his baritone voice and she was...to a point. But then, her overactive imagination couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he had in mind for her. “Understood Master”, she said timidly.

He kissed her on the temple, a silent show of his affection and respect of how she was handling the situation. The man put both his hands on her shoulders and let them run down Arabel’s toned arms to her wrists, which he grabbed with one of his own hands. Then, keeping a hold of the woman’s wrists, he purposefully took a step to the side to grab one of the items he had placed on the coffee table the previous evening.

When she felt her Master’s hands be replaced by cuffs, securing her wrists behind her back, Arabel couldn’t help but feel a pang of arousal and anxiety. Robbed of her eyesight for the time being, she was dependent on her other senses to try to piece together what was in store for her. She was brought out of her thoughts by the low, calm voice of the dominant man.

“Here’s what’s going to happen”, he said “you are going to think back to when you opened the folder yesterday evening. Think back to what was on the top half of the first document. You are going to describe everything you saw while you wait to receive your punishment for that offense”.

“Understood, Master”, she said, her voice subdued and slightly trembling. “There is a picture of me...”, she started, freezing after the last word as she felt an object being deposited in her cuffed hands. It felt heavy and long, but that was probably because her perception was warped by the fact she couldn’t see it. It was cold too, most likely metallic. The most curious part of it, she noted, was the curvature. It was almost as though it were—a quick slap to her ass reminded her of the task at hand. “I...I’m in front of my door, facing it and bent over…” Arabel dutifully described the exact circumstance in which she had found herself the night before, upon arriving at her house under gale-like winds as her Master paced the floor behind her. She wondered how he might have obtained such a photograph, but knew her question would be met with a cryptic answer at best.

“Very good”, he replied, rubbing the back of his index finger gently across her cheek. “Now, I need you to help me clear something up. When was this picture taken, my pet?”.
“Yesterday, Master”
“And what exactly were your underwear instructions for the day?”

Arabel bit her lip. Anyone who knew her would know that it was a pretty good indication that she was about to confess something. “I’m sorry Master. I know...I know I had the choice between panties or a bra. But you know I don’t go out without a bra and I really wanted to wear that skirt, but with the winds that day—I...I”, her voice trailed off, not certain if she had the courage to finish her sentence.

“You, what?” the deep admonishing voice prompted.
“I should have asked for permission to wear both that day”.
“Yes. Yes, you should have. And I probably would have allowed it”.

There was a long pause and she felt her Master lift up the skirt of her dress and tuck in in the side of the waistband, completely exposing her lower body. She felt so vulnerable and her eyes welled up, ravaged by guilt. She bit her lip again.

“I’m so, very sorry, Master. I also had an orgasm without asking for your permission and against your explicit instructions and—”, her voice trailed off. It was barely more than a whisper when she spoke again. “Master, I lied to you about both. I told you that I hadn’t worn any panties and that I had remained in denial.” She took a breath and her voice gained in confidence. “I know it was a bad decision on all counts and I am ready to accept responsibility for it.”

The man walked in front of the submissive woman and deposited a kiss on her forehead. She was ready. He walked to the table, his heavy footsteps only adding to the solemnity of the moment and came back with a metal rod equipped with a cuff on each end. He got down on one knee in front of Arabel and secured her left ankle in one of the cuffs. “Spread”, he instructed, placing the back of his hand on the inside of her right thigh and stroking it downwards towards her ankle before placing the second cuff around it when he was satisfied.

Arabel’s Master stood up and grabbed one end of the rope that was hanging from a ceiling beam. He walked up very close to the vulnerable-looking woman, pressing his chest against her own before bringing one of his arms behind her to grab the anal hook she had been holding. He couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed her efforts to try to remain calm. She had no idea what he had planned and her vivid imagination was taking over, trying to fill in the blanks. Once the rope was securely attached to the loop in the hook, the man came in close once again and slid his hand on either side of the leg holes of the woman’s panties. He brought the sides in towards the center, leaving the fabric bunched up between her plump ass cheeks and fuzz-covered labia. He looped his finger around the fabric that made up the crotch of the brunette’s underwear and pulled up, causing Arabel to jump in surprise. Then, the dominant man replaced his finger with the hook before grabbing the other edge of the rope and pulling.

Arabel tried to suppress a grimace when she felt the tug of her panties against her most sensitive parts. She tried to stand her ground until the pressure was too much and she was forced to lift her heels off the ground. Her Master continued to tighten the pull until she was uncomfortably balancing on the plants of her feet. He tied the loose end of the rope to the spreader bar.

“Now, my pet. I’m going to let you settle there as I get ready to punish that greedy pussy of yours”. He gave her a few firm slaps on her crotch as he said this.

[Komodo Jones]

A few parts I got confused on...but maybe that's just became I'm mentally and physically exhausted. Anyway, overall I really liked this chapter as I feel like a large part of the jigsaw is finally becoming visible. Of course, depending on where you go with this story I feel that at some point in time you're going to dump more pieces on the table and I'm going to be confused again, but then again I guess that's your motivation since you can be devious like that. But for now I enjoy that a lot of the mysteries I have been wondering about are coming to light and that there is a reason behind her punishment. I had commented to you about that last time, that punishment, in my opinion, shouldn't come without a reason.

Also I'm not sure if I've said this yet (and I'm too lazy to look at my past comments) but I like the fact that this story isn't one of those many masturbatory aids that you see so much on this site. What you've constructed thus far isn't overtly sexual, yet I still enjoy reading every chapter. Your writing style has certainly not diminished during your hiatus and I look forward to reading the next installment even if it hurts my head again.;)

[shynessincarnate]

Oh come, now Komodo, I wouldn't screw with your mind like that and bring in more puzzling elements ;) :P. Actually, I would, lol, but it's all in good fun.

As for the reason for the punishment, they were give in the last installment. If you can't find them, though, I'd be happy to point them out.

And, thank you again for your feedback, it's very appreciated.

[shynessincarnate]

The near hanging wedgie that the young woman was in was both embarrassing and wildly uncomfortable. She had no idea how long she’d been in her current position, but guessed that it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. She could hear the man walking about the room and wondered if he wasn’t purposefully prolonging the time it should take him to gather what he needed just to keep her guessing and in an increasing amount of discomfort. She was going to be punished for her unauthorized orgasm and had no doubts that it would be pretty memorable.

She felt her Master’s presence at her side again. He slapped her crotch area again, making her jump and kept his hand pressed against her pussy for a few moments. Then, to her horrification, he brought his hand up to her face, placed it right under her nose and wiped the moisture off of it.
“Tsk, tks, such a horny little submissive.”

Arabel felt her face flush with embarrassment. She had always been easily excitable and though she wasn’t enjoying the fact that she was being punished, she couldn’t deny that being physically in the presence of her Master for the first time was incredibly arousing. She heard an object vibrating near her, but before she had the time to wonder what was going to happen, the object had been pressed against her pussy. The brunette’s pleasure centers activated immediately to the stimulation and despite the discomfort she was in, Arabel felt an orgasm mounting and she started groaning with pleasure. She felt a hard pinch to her left nipple through her bra.

“Don’t forget to ask for permission to cum when you’re at the edge”, her Master instructed.

The young woman moaned out in acknowledgement. She was close now and even though she wondered why her Master would actually let her orgasm at all, she decided that it would be best to follow his instructions.

“Master, may I please cum?”, she asked in one breath.

Immediately the vibe was pulled away as the dominant man answered a stern “No, you may not”. The vibrations ceased and Arabel was left panting and trying to regain some measure of composure. ‘Was that it?’, she wondered, bewildered at the punishment her Master had chosen for her.

The man looked at the lovely submissive woman in front of him. He could see the wheels turning in her head, wondering what was going on. He could also see that she was starting to struggle with being balanced on the balls of her feet. He waited for her to regain control of her breath and turned the battery-operated vibrator on a second time as he pressed it against her cunt again. For nearly twenty minutes, he teased her mercilessly, time after time denying her request for an orgasm. He had been waiting for her to reach her breaking point and she just had. Her legs were now shaking in earnest and after the last edge she had let out a primal scream of frustration.

“Please, Master”, she whimpered over and over again.
“You want to cum, don’t you, my pet?”

Arabel nodded. The man put on a wicked grin. “Good”, he said that was just your warm-up. We can get your real punishment underway now”.

“Master?”, her voice was trembling. There was no answer to her implicit question, only footsteps walking away from her and coming back dragging an object on the floor. Arabel felt something hard press against the top of her calves. She felt as though her legs were going to give way any minute but she did her best to stay strong. The calm voice spoke up again.

“Don’t move, I’m going to cut you loose but don’t want to injure you by accident”

Arabel stayed as still as possible while the man slid his safety shears under the bunched up crotch of her panties. As soon as the fabric was cut, she fell back, her ass landing squarely on the chair that had been placed right behind her. There would be no respite, though as Arabel then felt her cuffs being detached momentarily before being feeling each wrist be reattached to the back of the chair. “Hang on”, she heard her Master say before feeling the whole chair tip backwards slightly as the spreader bar that was still in play was pushed behind the front chair legs. Once the chair was back on all four legs, the man placed some soft cuffs around his submissive’s thighs, right above her knees and attached them with some rope under the seat of the chair. Her reddened and swollen pussy was now completely exposed and there was no way for her to cover up.

“Now, this is probably going to be unpleasant” the man said as he placed a drop of arousal gel on his finger and massaged it into the woman’s clit. He then placed the head of the vibrator against the woman’s exposed clit and taped it in place against the chair. “I am going to turn the vibe on. It is currently secured against you in such a way that there is absolutely no way that you’ll be able to escape the stimulation. Once you have reached your orgasm, I am going to start a five minute timer. I will only turn off the vibrator once the five minutes are up”.

Despite knowing the futility of her actions, Arabel pulled against her restraints, almost as though testing them. She knew that she would be in for a rough ride; though post-orgasmic stimulation had always been a turn-on for her, she had never been able to follow through because of her extreme sensitivity.

“Master?”, she called out tentatively.
“Yes, my pet?”
“May I please have something to bite down on for this?”

The man came in close and kissed her on the forehead. He pulled out his safety shears and cut away at the fabric on either side of the waistband of her panties. Then, pulling from behind, he took what remained of the woman’s underwear and brought them up to her mouth.

“Open”, he commanded before stuffing them, crotch first, into the woman’s mouth.
Arabel could taste her juices from the panties that had been used as a makeshift gag. But she didn’t have much time to think about them as the vibrator started buzzing away nearly instantly against her clit.

Her body grinded into the object without her consent and moans of pleasure were heard within a few seconds of the stimulation. The girl rapidly reached her climax. Very quickly, though, the sounds escaping the confines of the gag changed. As the woman fought to remove herself from the stimulation, panicked screams alternated with moments of silence as she held her breath for a few seconds at a time. Then, a little under two minutes into the torture, the sounds changed as pain made way to pleasure and another orgasm hit. Arabel screamed even louder after that, her body tensing at the stimulation, muscles everywhere contracting uncontrollably from the onslaught of the vibrator.

When she felt the third orgasm build, Arabel closed her eyes and tried to breathe through it. She didn’t know how long she had left, but felt like it had been hours already. Then, everything stopped and she wept. Tears started falling freely, gathering under the blindfold. Tears of relief mixed with some of guilt and stress.

“I’m going to give you some time to catch your breath, my pet”. The man removed the panties from Arabel’s mouth. “When you think you’re ready, we can address the lying”. He gave her a kiss on the temple and removed the vibe. “If you don’t think you’re ready quite yet, we can take care of it tomorrow”. Arabel’s ankles and thighs were released from their restraints. “I’m very proud of the way you’ve handled everything so far”. The woman closed her legs and let out a short giggle, something she often did when she was stressed.

“Thank you Master”, she said, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

[garder80]

I like this story already

[shynessincarnate]

I like this story already

Hey you!

Long time no see! I'm happy you're enjoying the story so far :D.

[Sydney_sub]

Wow, late to this story, but love it. Looking forward to reading the rest :)

[Sydney_sub]

Your writing skills are great, can't to read the next chapter.

[shynessincarnate]

Wow, late to this story, but love it. Looking forward to reading the rest :) Your writing skills are great, can't to read the next chapter.

I'm very happy you're enjoying your read! It's a pleasure to write. Glad to have you along for the ride.

~Shy~

[StrippokerMick]

This is one of the best stories i've ever read on here - looking forward to the next instalment :)

[shynessincarnate]

This is one of the best stories i've ever read on here - looking forward to the next instalment :)

I'm very happy you're enjoying it! I try to post once a week, but sometimes, I can only post once every two weeks. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment!

[Wordsmiff]

Hi. Not sure if that's a link to your story, but all I get is an ad. I'd love to read your story so can you paste or post it here? Thanks.

[shynessincarnate]

Hi. Not sure if that's a link to your story, but all I get is an ad. I'd love to read your story so can you paste or post it here? Thanks.

Hi Wordsmiff!

Yeah, the links above are from a spammer most likely. The parts of the story that I've posted so far are on pages 1 and 2. You can find the direct link here (http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?p=2859613).

[shynessincarnate]

Hi guys!

I wanted to come on and apologize for how long it is taking me to get this installment up.

I promise you that the story is not dead and that I am working (albeit very slowly) on the next part.

It will definitely be up by Friday October 20th and after that, no more than two weeks will pass between updates.

[alli55]

Hi, I've only just found this story but I had to leave a comment to say how good it is.

It's really cleverly thought-out and beautifully written. You have an amazing way with words! Just brilliant.

Good luck with your writing - I really hope we can get some more of this story soon!

[shynessincarnate]

Hi, I've only just found this story but I had to leave a comment to say how good it is.

It's really cleverly thought-out and beautifully written. You have an amazing way with words! Just brilliant.

Good luck with your writing - I really hope we can get some more of this story soon!

Hi!

Very happy you're enjoying it and thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. I just hope I can manage to keep up the standard. The installments should be closer together from now on. I'm glad to have you along for the ride!

[shynessincarnate]

Perched atop a stool in the dining room, the man observed his bound submissive. Five minutes had elapsed from the time he had set her legs free. Neither had spoken a word since. The girl had stopped crying rather quickly and her breath had now found a more normal rhythm. More than a few times, Arabel’s Master wondered if he might have pushed the brunette a little too hard. After all, this was her first real taste of the world of BDSM.

The man walked a few steps to the small kitchen table. He tore open the plastic covering on a box of bottled water and extracted a half-liter plastic container from it. He walked up to Arabel who raised her head at the sound of his arrival. Then, he unscrewed the cap, the breaking seal making a distinctive sound in the heavy silence of the cabin and pressed the neck of the bottle to the woman’s lips.

“Open up my pet, it’s just water”

Arabel happily obliged and she drank as best she could while her Master tilted the bottle to keep up with her thirst. Water trickled down her chin and drops fell onto her dress and exposed thighs, but she didn’t even try to stop it. In a manner of seconds, Arabel had emptied the bottle of its contents.

“Thank you Master.”
“You’re very welcome, my lovely submissive. Now, do you think you can carry on or do you need some time to rest?”
“No, Master, I’m eager to get this punishment out of the way. I’m ready now”.
“Good, you are going to receive a spanking so we are going to keep that dress of yours tucked in like it is. Now, up you go”, he said as he uncuffed the woman’s wrists.

Arabel stood up and waited. She felt him grab both wrists in front of her and give a gentle tug. She allowed herself to be guided in the direction her Master was leading her in. After having taken little more than a dozen steps, she stopped, her hands were placed atop the smooth surface of what she supposed was the kitchen counter. Her Master gently guided her so that he forearms were laying flat on the wooden slab causing the woman to be slightly bent at the waist.

“Stay”, he commanded before turning away from her.

The man looked at the woman’s plump ass. He could feel the distinctive stiffening of his dick within his pants. He walked away to the bedroom Arabel had slept in and retrieved a single sheet of paper from the folder he had handed her less than 24h before. As he walked back towards the kitchen, he paused, looking at a few choice items he’d laid out on the table.

His fingers caressed different textures: finely sanded wood, soft suede, studded leather, rough canvas. He closed his eyes, bringing to memory the particular sound each implement made. His lips curled into a contented smile as he closed his hand over his implement of choice. He walked back to his submissive and came in close.

“I’m going to remove your blindfold”, he said in a low voice “you will keep your head down”.

Arabel shuddered at the words and when the blindfold came off, she kept her eyes closed a few moments. Obviously, she was curious to lay eyes on her Master. After months of being under his collar online, she had never had the pleasure of looking upon his face. But she knew from the tone of his voice that right now was not the time to give in to that curiosity.
When she finally opened her eyes, the young woman realized she was looking down upon the last email she’d sent her Master. Her heart rate picked up.

“Do you recognize this, my pet?”, he asked as he rubbed the long wooden paddle across her ass. It produced goosebumps all over her body.
“Yes, Master”. Her voice was barely an audible whisper.
“You will read it out loud to me while I paddle that lovely ass of yours into understanding that I do not tolerate lying”.

The man allowed an uncomfortable silence to settle between his submissive and himself for a few seconds. The silence was broken with a sudden sonorous spank from the paddle followed by a cry of surprise.

Arabel’s eyes welled up with tears at the surprise of the force of the impact and the pain that resulted from it. She wanted to cover her ass with her hands, but knew better than to remove them from the countertop.

“Am I understood?”, he asked as he rubbed the paddle once again against his submissive’s blushing ass.
“Yes Master”

She started reading:

Dear Master,

Today was a pretty exciting day. I’ve been looking forward to my vacation for some time now and today is my last day of work before three weeks of peace and quiet.

As she read, rhythmic spanks landed on her ass. Though not as strong as the initial blow, they were impressively loud and she could feel her butt warming up quickly. Her journal entry described her morning, from her breakfast to her shower.

Once I was done washing up, I grabbed my razor and worked on cleaning up my pussy area.

No sooner was she done reading those words that a quick and hard series of spanks landed on her reddening cheeks. Arabel gasped from the surprise and pain the sudden change in paddling brought about. As she moved on in her narrative, the spanks returned to a more bearable rhythm. Reaching the part in which she described her clothing for the day, Arabel paused. The rhythmic blows from the paddle continued for a moment before stopping.

“Master?”, she said in the calmest voice she could muster - though the tremolo betrayed her nervousness. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

The man couldn’t help but smirk at the comment. ‘So she figured out that the spanks become harder each time she reads one of the lies she wrote’, he thought as he rubbed her reddened ass with his free hand. It was already quite warm.

“Yes, my pet, it is. But I know you can get through it”.

He looked on as the brunette balled her hands into fists on an inhale and opened them up again as she exhaled. She was ready.

“Continue”, he said simply, before continuing to punish his submissive’s ass.

By the time she was done reading, Arabel could feel the heat radiating from her posterior. Her voice was shaking and though she had mostly managed to keep her sobs at bay, now that she was done, she was crying freely. The tears weren’t so much from the pain, even though what she’d just endured had hurt more than she’d expecting, it was the disappointment she had of herself for lying to her Master that had been the most taxing.

Darkness surrounded her once again as the blindfold was placed over her eyes again. Arabel allowed herself to be led to another part of the cabin. She knew she was back in the bedroom when she recognized the subtle floral scent lingering about. Once she was at the foot of the bed, the young woman collapsed upon it and curled up into a ball. The mattress shifted under the weight of her Master. He softly slid his fingers through her long brown hair.

“You handled yourself beautifully, Arabel, i’m very proud of you”, he continued running his fingers through the woman’s silky hair. “I’ll let you rest here a bit. When you’re hungry, feel free to grab some breakfast. I’ll be back in a bit, I’ve got some things to do in the woods”.