The Planby michaela
Poetic justice he thought to himself as he stood looking down at the blindfolded woman on her knees before him. She had no idea who he was, if she did he was sure she’d curl her lip at him as he’d seen her do on numerous occasions when she’d been the belle of the school they’d attended so many years before.
He’d been mesmerized by her beauty back then, would blush and become tongue tied in her presence, she’d had no use for the shy boy who’d been asked to tutor her in math, except to get his help to be able to pass her course in order to graduate. She’d passed all right, he’d managed to teach her enough to get by. After graduation he’d never seen her again and quite frankly hadn’t thought much about her since, except on the odd occasion when someone with her type of arrogant attitude crossed his path.
He’d been asked by a friend to attend a little soirée at the Dungeon, to assist in filling out for a group of ladies who had fantasies of submission, all part of a little party no doubt organized for the bored set. There would be a group of four and he’d needed a spare “Dom” to take part in a few mild scenes. Not having anything else planned for that evening, he’d agreed reluctantly, and now here he was about to Dom this woman who had fantasies of being bound and gagged, spanked and taken roughly. He smiled to himself, thinking he’d do his best to accommodate each and every one of her needs.
‘I must be crazy’ she thought to herself, ‘what in God’s name ever possessed me to confide in Jane, that I’d ever remotely entertained thoughts about being dominated by a pure stranger’, she was shaking, she knew whoever was going to be her “Master” for the evening was near, she could hear his breathing, smell his scent, she felt a frisson course through her, though she’d been reassured more than once that she could put a stop to it at any moment using a safe word, she was still terrified, not being in control of a situation wasn’t something that happened often in her life.
She felt his light touch on her neck, a lone finger sliding up to the hair, to the pins that held her long hair in a knot, felt them being pulled out, gently one by one, her hair cascading to below her shoulders, it's softness caressing her, she shivered. Not knowing what to do, Larissa remained quiet, she was more afraid than she cared to admit, wishing that he would hurry and get this over with, the suspense was killing her.
His fist caught her hair in a gentle but forceful grip, he pulled up to indicate that she was to stand, she did so, wishing that she could see him, look into his eyes and read what was there, if it was cruelty or not, what type of man frequents a place like this, thoughts running through her head, suddenly halted "Remove your clothing" Her shaking hands lift to the buttons of her blouse and slowly begins to unbutton each one, she leaves it open and feels his hands come to the top and peel the silk blouse off her, "Remove your bra" following his instructions, she removes the lacy bra and holds it in her hand, he takes it from her trembling fingers, "Lovely, now the rest", he can see her visibly quaking, "NOW" her hands go to her waistband and unclasps the button and zipper, slowly sliding the skirt off her hips, it pools at her feet, there are only her panties and silk hose to remove, unsure she waits for further instruction instead receiving a swift switch on her buttocks, she jumps and screams "Remove it all NOW" he bellows near her ear.
I can't go through with this, he's going to hurt me, thoughts spinning wildly, how do I get out of this mess, then her hands are seized and she is turned around, her arms are brought to her back and she feels the bite of cold steel and a click at her wrists. He smiles at the shiver that runs through her, notices the effect on her nipples, they are taut and straining, he reaches for them and tweaks both at the same time, pulling them out so that they become longer and turgid, he pinches harder until he hears her moan.
"Come" she hears his voice from a short distance and is surprised, she hadn't heard him move away, "Follow the sound of my voice and come here" obeying his directive she follows the sound of his voice "Stop" she feels his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, "Lay across my lap face down….DO IT" she moves towards him and when she feels his legs, moves to the side and feels his hands come up to guide her across his lap. "Spread you legs wide" he can see the concentration on her face, the visible shaking of her body as his hand comes to rest on her lush cheeks, his other hand has snuck beneath her and he is cupping her mound, she squirms and earns the first hard spank to her tender globes, never in her life has she been spanked, "Ouch damnit" she complains and receives a harder smack for her trouble. She feels his fingers insinuating themselves between her lips, one finger enters her as he continues to spank her mildly. So wet, he can feel her juices oozing out onto his hand and his finger begins to rub her clit very gently, except when he smacks her ass, then he rubs her harder, he has no doubt she's never done any of this before, her shocked gasps attest to the fact.
"You are not to orgasm until I tell you to, if you do, you will be severely punished" he says. Her body is betraying her, she can feel her juices oozing out of her center as he enters her with another finger at the same time he issues a quick series of hard smacks, they sound worse than they feel she's thinking, but his other hand, oh that one is eliciting responses that betray her, hips moving in that age old way that is so telling, her orgasm is near, on the fringes, it wouldn't take her much to let it claim her, but his words about the dire consequences of doing so without his permission are holding her back, he is doing such wonderful things with his fingers, a little rough and then gentle, Larissa isn't sure how long she'll be able to hang on.
His manipulations become more intense and she is biting her lip, trying to keep the waves at bay, but she's losing it, she moans "please Sir, please, may I come" as her juices leak down her thighs unto his trousers, his hand comes away from her center and she is told to stand. He hears her groan of disappointment and smiles to himself, she'll be begging for release by the time he's finished with her.
He leads her to stand near a wall, she feels the cuffs being taken off and her arms tied above her head, he pushes her legs apart and each ankle is attached to cuffs as well, he looks upon her pleased with the picture she presents, the way he's tied her enables him to gaze upon her nakedness, the beautiful breasts with their turgid tips, just begging for his lips, her mound pushing itself out, inviting his touch.
A finger traces the part of her face that isn't covered by the blindfold, her cheeks, nose, lips, he forces her to open her mouth, rubbing his finger on the wetness inside, he rubs her lower lip with his finger, then slowly traces her jaw line and neck down to her breasts, both hands come into play now, cupping her breasts, fingers clasping the turgid tips between his fingers and thumbs and pinching until she moans once more, one hand snakes its way down her stomach and further down to her mound, he separates the lips with his fingers and lays one finger on her throbbing clit, not moving it at all, she awaits breathlessly, in her mind begging him to rub her there but he doesn't, he stands silently unmoving. Very slowly her hips begin to move, doing so creates more pressure on her clit and she is encouraged that he isn't preventing her from doing so, her movements become bolder, more exaggerated as she grinds her mons on his hand, her breathing erratic, he can feel a wetness escape her once more.
He lets her continue, until he is quite sure that a few more thrusts against his hand will take her over, he takes his hands away from her and moves a few feet away, smiling at her impatient groan. "Please….."
"All in good time sweet pet, all in good time" as she feels him at her back now, his hand running from her nape down to her ass, he unties her bindings and instructs her to kneel once more. "For me to permit you to come, you will first take me in your mouth and show me just how much you want it". She hears a zipper being lowered and waits expectantly for the touch of his cock on her lips, she opens her mouth and her tongue snakes out to lick them, to make them wet.
Holding onto his shaft, he rubs his tip on her wet lips, feeling her tongue trying to lick him in passing, her mouth opens wider, he lets the tip enter momentarily before pulling away, passing it agonizingly slow, back and forth. She so wants to take him inside her hot mouth, "Please Sir, please, let me suck your cock" she begs. He slides it in a few inches and feels her hot wet mouth encircle him, sucking him as she twirls her tongue around the head over and over, trying desperately to get more of him in her mouth, again he keeps her at bay, only giving her what he wants, teasing her and he smiles again at her groan, knowing that he's driving her crazy not letting her do what she wants.
He is always in control of the situation, not letting her take him further than a certain point, he can control his arousal, removing himself from her mouth and orders her to lay on the floor, legs spread wide apart, "Show me how you pleasure yourself when you are alone" he commands. "I want you to masturbate for me". Oh good she thinks, finally I'll be able to come, as she lays before him in the way he directed, her hands cup her breasts and she tweaks her nipples, pinching and pulling them much in the same way he had done earlier. One hand snakes down to her mound and she slides a finger between her wet lips and begins to slowly circle her clit as she enters a finger into her sopping center. He watches her, sees the way she presses down on the area surrounding her clit so that the tiny head pops out and her middle finger lazily strokes it, he keeps a close watch on her, noticing when her breathing changes and a flush starts to appear on her breasts and shoulders, "Stop at once" her hand continues to stroke and he bends to catch it in his, pulling her up to her feet, smacking her ass hard, "When I say stop, you stop, understood" the loud angry sound of his voice scares her, she is shaking badly, "I need to come Sir, please, please, I beg you".
There she is, almost incoherent in her lust, begging for release, he grabs her upper arm and leads her towards the chair, he sits and pulls her down onto his lap, "Lay crosswise in my lap, face up" his hands coming between her knees he indicates she is to open her legs wide, wider still. He gazes down at her, the heaving of her breasts, the shaking of her whole body, she does as he bids her to and waits further directions.
He teases her nipples, pinching and pulling until they are jutting out so taut and puckered. His hand glides down her belly onto her crotch area, he indicates she is to spread her legs wide, he gazes longingly at her center for eternal moments then his hand begins to massage her mound, fitting it all in one hand, he squeezes it several time as he inserts his long middle finger inside her, she moans her approval. His hand raises and he spanks her mound lightly, each time the spank connects her hips raise completely off his lap, begging for more, his thick finger moving around inside her, he can feel her muscles clench tightly around it, he starts to flick her sweet button gently at first, but increasing the pressure as he sees that she approaches an orgasm, she is moaning loudly, begging him to please not stop, her clit is throbbing under his ministrations and after several minutes of rubbing when he sees she is near again he administers a strong spank dead center on her clit, he feels her walls contracting, pumping against his fingers and rubs harder on her clit before he administers another spank on it, she screams as she expels her hot juices in several long gushes and tumbles into orgasmic bliss, her body jerking and shaking, she is crying with the force of her pleasure.
He lets her calm down and helps her sit up in his lap once more, indicating that she is to straddle him, her breathing is erratic, she is still visibly shaken as he rubs his tip against her sopping slit, pushing inside her slightly and rubbing her g spot, increasing the pressure he feels her fluids coat his member and he plunges in deeply, her back arches as her head flies backwards, her breasts millimeters away from his mouth, he surrounds one nipple with his mouth and feasts on her, biting gently as he takes her ass cheeks in each hand and starts to move her up and down on his engorged shaft. She is incoherent again, begging him to not stop his magic, "so good oh, oh, oh so good" she moans. She finds release several more times before he lets himself go inside of her, moaning her name as he shoots his load deep inside of her. "ahhhhhhhhhhh Larisssssssa" he gasps.
It has the effect of a bucket of iced water dumped on her "How do you know my name" she struggles to get off his lap, her hand reaching for the blindfold, she pulls it off before he is able to stop her. He studies her face as she stares at him, trying to remember where she's met him before. "Who are you, how do you know my name", she is angry, of that he has no doubt, "I know you from another life" he says as he moves to disengage her from himself and stands, he turns his back on her and begins to pick up her clothing, handing it back to her item by item, waiting for her to recognize him.
She watches him, the play of his muscles as he bends to pick up her clothing, she studies his profile and all of a sudden she remembers where she's met him before, "Oh dear god" she whimpers as it finally dawns on her who he is. Her hands shake as she accepts her clothing from him, she turns away from him as she swiftly dresses and hears his chuckle "A little late for modesty no?" she whirls around, her face is bright red with embarrassment and anger, but before she can articulate the scathing vitriol she was about to let go he grabs both her upper arms and he shakes her several times, "Don't worry your pretty little head Larissa, your secret is safe with me, now get over it, get your stuff and wait for your friends in the library" with that he let go of her and marched out of the room.
She crumples to her knees, her shoulders shaking with her sobs, feelings of dejection and humiliation threatening to smother her, he could hear her piteous sobs from the other side of the door and he feels a momentary twinge of regret, that she discovered who he was before they were able to complete the scene she'd requested, he doubted she'd ever let herself go like that before, and now this mess he berates himself.
Larissa fought for control of her emotions, when she felt a little more confident, she exited the room she was in and retraced her steps to the main entrance, there she saw one of the other girls sitting patiently, waiting for the others from their group to return. She smiled as she saw Larissa approach "Couldn't go through with it either?" she asks sweetly, "No, guess this stuff isn't for me" she shrugs.
Thankfully they only had a short wait and they were on their way home, one of the other girls was giggling as she told of her adventures, promising to return again soon, Larissa felt she'd prefer to die a thousand deaths rather than ever have to see that self satisfied smirk she saw on Geoff Hardings face when she clued into who he was, she fervently hoped she could put this awful night behind her but she knew instinctively that it was a futile wish.
"Get over it" that's what he'd said to her, get over it, how was she ever going to manage that one, with the evenings events playing themselves over and over again in her mind, knowing that he'd seen her at her most vulnerable, he'd made her come like she'd fantasized about, submitting to his will and reveling in the sensual feeling it gave her, until she'd discovered who he was, her evening had been wonderful, she'd actually considered visiting the dungeon again.
It was several weeks before she was able to start putting the episode behind her, she still got glimpses of that evening in quick stabbing flashbacks that left her wet and craving. She needed a man like Geoff, he had a power over her that made her feel things she'd only dreamed of.
Unbeknownst to her, Geoff had followed her friends car when they'd left the dungeon, had watched from a safe distance where she'd been dropped off. He'd waited until the lights had been turned on from inside before he drove by slowly, noting the house number. He had only gotten a brief taste of her and had been left with an ache that cried out to be filled. What would be the best way to be able to get that void filled by the lovely Larissa, he thought about kidnapping her, or breaking into her house and taking her there without her permission, but that idea didn't sit well with him, he wanted her to want him on every level, not because she was afraid of him.
The occasion presented itself much sooner than if he'd planned it, he was asked to be best man at the wedding of his friend Rick, they'd been through school and later university together and still got together the odd weekend. The wedding was on the weekend, a small affair with only a few family & friends present at the justice of the peace's office, with a reception to follow at one of the local restaurants. The ceremony had been brief and now they were enjoying a few after dinner drinks. Geoff excused himself to go to the men's room and was stopped short when he saw Larissa exiting the ladies room. He stood there quietly, waiting for her to see him, when she did she stopped dead in her tracks and blushed furiously "Hello Larissa" his deep voice finally penetrated the buzzing in her ears.
"uh hi Geoff" she mumbles as she tries to pass by him, his hand clasps her upper arm and prevents her from moving forward, she keeps her head down, not daring to look at him, he can feel her trembling, "I want to see you again" she lifts her head quickly to see the expression in his eyes before he can mask it, there is a look there that makes her quake, she shakes her head in the negative, a panicked look in her eyes. Geoff bends his head and captures her lips, insinuating his tongue between them, biting gently on her pouty lower lip until she opens her mouth to let him enter. His arms engulf her in a strong hug, his hands running down to cup her ass, he pulls her nearer and deepens the kiss. Larissa's breath leaves her body, along with her common sense, her arms come up to clasp his shoulders, holding onto him.
"Are you alone?" to which she shakes her head again, "No, I'm with a friend from work" she mumbles. "Tell her you have to leave shortly, meet me at the entrance in fifteen minutes" he orders her. "Nooooo, I can't Geoff" she whines "You will if you know what's good for you Larissa, don't make me come get you" he says close to her ear. He can see her whole body shaking as she lifts her eyes to his, trying to read them, she sees a man that is in control and very confident and she is unable to refuse his request any longer "I'll be there" she whispers.
He sees her standing where he requested her to be, comes behind her and with his hand at her elbow guides her outside to his waiting car. He unlocks the passenger door and helps her inside, bending to clasp her seat belt in place, he stares into her eyes and bends his head to kiss her in a way that leaves no doubt in her mind that for the next little while, she is under his control.
"Where are we going" she asks nervously, he doesn't respond, simply turns his head and stares at her for a few moments before he puts the car in gear and eases onto the road. He drives expertly through town and heads north towards the lake, Larissa is too nervous to even notice the passing landscape, she wishes he would say something, anything. She notices him taking a side road to where she remembers there is a lake nearby, he pulls into the drive of a cottage on the lake frontage. He turns his head to look at her, "This is my home, welcome" he exits the car and comes to open her door, giving her his hand to help her alight, they make their way to the verandah, she turns to look at the beautiful view of the lake, watching a couple in a canoe as they paddle by, immersed in their own conversation.
She feels his hand at her elbow once again, guiding her inside the cottage and begins to tremble once more, afraid and excited, she doesn't know what to do but follow his guidance. In the entrance is a great room, two leather couches facing each other, there is a huge fieldstone fireplace on one wall, decorated by antique cast iron implements, some of them looking threateningly like instruments of torture. He smiles to himself as he sees her eyes widen in surprise then fear. "I keep the whips and floggers in my bedroom" he says behind her as his hands come to rest on her shoulders, he pulls her towards him, clasping her close as one hand lifts her chin up and he gazes into her eyes.
"Don't be afraid Larissa, I won't hurt you, but I will take you on a voyage of discovery, you will know who you truly are by the end of this day". His words overwhelm her and she whimpers, trembling , his lips claim hers in a soul searching kiss that seems to cloud her every thought. She feels him picking her up in his arms, her own loop around his neck as her face buries itself between his neck and collar bone, overpowered by the scent of him, her eyes close as she awaits her fate.
He climbs the stairs with her, to his bedroom, a large room that takes up the loft floor of the A-Frame, the windows extending up there, the view of the lake is incredible, shimmering light from the afternoons waning sun, she gasps as he lets her slide down his body, she can't help but feel his hardness pressing through is trousers, her head comes up to see him gazing at her, "May I" as her hands come to his waist band, he nods. He shrugs out of his suit jacket, her hands still his as he reaches for his tie, "Let me please"
He smiles at her and nods again, her trembling hands reach for his tie to loosen it, then to the buttons of his shirt, each are undone and she eases his shirt off his shoulders, gazing longingly at his bare torso, the wide shoulders, tanned and muscular, his pectorals are prominent and hard, her lips trail kisses from one of his nipples to the next. His hand reaches for her hair, loosening the pins he watches it tumble around her shoulders.
Her kisses trail lower, she kneels before him and her hands reach for his waist band again, this time undoing it and pushing his trousers down, practically salivating as she spies his throbbing manhood as it springs free from his clothing. Her hand reaches to encircle him, the long , thick shaft, she admires it's shiny head before her lips kiss it gently and feels his hand in her hair, gripping her and opens her mouth to encircle the knob only, licking and sucking gently until she feels the thrust of his hips, indicating she is to take him deeper. Her mouth opens wider, she lets her saliva drip down the shaft as she slides him in slowly, gripping the base of his cock, she begins to slowly pump it as she claims him deeper into her mouth, to the back of her throat where she works her muscles so that he will feel the suction there.
He groans as his other hand comes up to her head and holds onto her long hair, pushing himself in and out faster and faster, she suckles his cock, adores it with her hot wet mouth, he feels her moaning around the cockhead, the reverberations threatening to take him over. He pumps faster and deeper and as her hand comes up to massage his sac he explodes in her mouth, deep in her throat and holds her head there so that she has no choice but to swallow his offering.
"So sweet my pet" he lifts her up, his mouth covers hers and he tastes himself in the hot searing kiss "Sweet, sweet pet, come to my bed, let me love you now like you need to be loved" He helps her out of her clothing, touching her every new exposed part, bending to gently bite her nipple, blowing on it he sees it crinkle and pucker, inviting his mouth to taste it, his lips suckle her nipples, at times softly, at times with his teeth grazing them, her erratic breathing tells him that she approves of his ministrations. He continues for endless moments until he's aware of her hips sensuously gyrating beneath him. His mouth trails down her stomach, such heat from her, the scent of her envelopes him as his mouth reaches her center and he looks upon her mons, the glistening dew forming on her nether lips, his hands come down to separate them and he looks upon her, the beautifully swollen clit, the pink opening to her love passage, his lips claim her, she moans as her hips lift up to get closer still to his hot probing tongue, his hands slipping beneath her, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing them as his tongue blissfully tortures her.
At first it is a slow long moan that escapes her, getting louder and louder as her orgasm approaches, he enters her with his fingers which precipitates her first orgasm, she is bucking wildly beneath him as he brings her over the edge, her thighs trembling, her whole body quaking as she crashes, crying out her pleasure, he feels her juices squirting out of her, lapping them as they drip down her lovely ass, between her cheeks, his finger insinuating itself now onto her tight rosebud as he continues to suckle her distended clitoris, she begs him to stop, please, but he continues, to lick her juices from her, to swirl his tongue around her bud and to push his finger deeper inside her anus, "Oh my god please" she wails as she feels another orgasm approach, the sensations are overwhelming, his hand pumping inside of her, urging her forward until she crashes once again.
No rest for the weary, she feels his hand on her hip, urging her to turn over, her body is still quaking from her release, she turns on her stomach and lifts her ass up, his hand caresses her globes lovingly, then she feels his tip at her entrance, rubbing the wetness there, pressing it gently inside before he removes it and slides it up to her sensitive bud and back down again to gather more of her juices, he continues to rub her slit, until her hips begin to sway, he enters her quickly, burying himself inside the hot wetness of her velvet walls. He rides her mercilessly, an occasional spank to her jutting backside, his thumb follows his pistoning shaft, rubbing between her anus and cunt, feeling the hot juices trickling out of her, he smears her juices into her crack and slowly inserts his thumb inside her tight rosebud, he hears her groan, his thumb is held tightly inside her, as he continues to ram his manhood as deeply as it will go, she is trembling from head to toe, moaning his name, begging for release. He removes his shaft from her sopping hot cunt and his thumb from her ass, he rubs her tightness there, rubs and pushes in slowly…. "Ohhhh no, no, no, please", she whimpers, "I've never….." is all she can get out as she feels his hard cock invading her back there, the sensations like an electric current, his hand reaches beneath her and he flicks her clit roughly as he pushes himself inside, rubbing her clit and urging his large cock deeper into her ass.
"Beautiful, beautiful Larissa, take all of me inside you now" he surges forth and enters her fully, she is grunting, sobbing how good it feels to have him there, "Fuck me hard, fuck my ass hard, ohhhhhhhh god". He slams into her, as he continues to manhandle her throbbing bud, the only sounds from her now are a steady keening, he knows where she's going, into that space that will claim her, take her where she's never been before, he continues to rock into her and when he feels her juices gushing from her and hears her keening become an animalistic bellow, he empties himself deep inside her bowels.
She slowly returns to consciousness, nestled in his arms, being stroked gently, he is whispering sweet words to her, how beautiful she is, how much pleasure she has given him in giving herself to him in this way. She begins to cry softly as he continues with his loving touches, overwhelmed by the emotions swelling inside her, she'd never felt so thoroughly loved. "I thought I would die" she murmurs as she looks at him, her tear filled eyes, her trembling lips, his head swoops down to kiss her gently.
They fall asleep like that, nestled in each others arms, the sleep of the well loved, deep and peaceful.
He is the first to waken, noticing the darkness in the room he understands the reason for his hunger. He leaves his bed and makes his way to the large shower, turning the jets on he returns to the bedroom and runs a finger from her foot, slowly up leg, onto her inner thigh, his hand cups her sticky mound and he squeezes until she opens her eyes and stares at him, "Join me" he extends his hand to help her up from the bed and holds onto it as he leads her to the steaming shower. Her hair is shampooed, his fingers kneading her scalp as he takes care of her every need, cleansing her, massaging her with his soapy hands
"I could get used to this" she murmurs shyly, he laughs "All part of my plan sweet Larissa, all part of my plan to make you mine alone".
The End
The Plan
© michaela
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