~Ann Begs For Slavery~
© 2001 Jude Mason

       She sat waiting. The chair pressed against her nylon clad thighs grown slightly damp with perspiration. Gazing nervously around, once again, amazed at how ordinary it all looked. Men and women sat waiting, patiently for the most part. Some reading pocket novels or newspapers, while others looked out onto the long field. She squirmed, just a little, the dress much too short to be comfortable. The tops of her stocking were barely covered by the hem, as long as she sat quietly. That was proving to be an impossibility. The white sandals felt tight around her toes as she re-crossed her legs. The heels uncomfortably high and each time she flexed her calves she felt the tightness a little more.
 
        Her belly tensed, bladder once more needing to be emptied. To her feet and to the ladies, again. Tottering on high stiletto heels, quickly into the stall, panties dropped. Sitting, she thinks to herself, for the umpteenth time, 'Why, oh why am I doing this?' A trickle of urine splashes into the bowl. 'Four drops and I'm done' she grimaced. 'I'm going to be a wreck before I even meet him.' Drawing in a ragged breath she dabs at the silken folds of her freshly shaven pussy then rises. Panties pulled up, stockings smoothed, her dress demurely tugged as far down her thigh as possible. Flush, then out the door leaving the sanctity of the ladies for, what? Not really sure, but not willing to let go.
 
        Then, a plane. Her heartbeat sounded loud in her own ears. Seemed to fill her throat, almost choking her. 'I can still back out, he's not here yet, he hasn't seen me.' Fears and insecurities raced around inside her head threatening to overwhelm her.  Hands clammy, her fingers tangled together for a last struggle. 'Yes, I want this, so much, for so long.' Her eyes shut, the desire in her took over and she inhaled deeply. Letting the air out, ragged but smoothen as her lungs emptied. 'Yes, please let this be right. Let him be my Master.' Her mind reached for and eagerly accepted that thought.
 
        The plane touched down, her life changed at that moment. Her shoulders straightened. Her breasts thrust out, nipples tensed and ready. For what? 'Whatever Master wishes,' her inner answer was correct. The pale peach dress swished against her thighs as she moved to the window. The tight bodice accentuated the roundness of her unfettered breasts. Elongated points of her nipples clearly visible, the small rings etched in the silky material.
 
        Hands clutched tightly on the windowsill. The plane taxied around the end of the field then turned towards her. It appeared to be aimed straight for her. Her heart hammered against her ribs. One last shuddering breath, as it came to a halt. Eyes closed, feeling her last free moments intensely. Stretching, then straightening her body. Hands drop to her sides, she opened her eyes in time to see the door of the plane open.
 
        Yes, there he was, blue jeans and a plaid shirt. Trembling, 'breathe girl or you'll die right now, right here and everyone will know.' His long, straight, gray-flecked hair and beard whipped in the wind. Step by step he descended towards her. Smiling, his pipe going to his mouth, comfort. Not  lit yet, he knew not to smoke yet, of course. Moments later he stood before her. The smile still  there, his hand cupped her chin, drawing her towards him.
 
        The touch was all it took. The trembling of her limbs faded, her quivering lip relaxed. 'Yes, this is what I've been waiting for.' Her mind echoed over and over. He lifted her chin, tilting her head  side to side, inspecting her. Then up, till she must look into his eyes. Blue gray and smiling. Tentatively her face brightened. Lips moved across her teeth 'till she too softly smiled.
 
        "Yes, that's what I want to see." His first words were perfect. He released her chin, her face remained as he'd left it. Smallish masculine hand moved down her neck. Warmer, gentler than she'd imagined possible. Fingers wrapped around her throat, momentarily caressed her. Dropping to her chest, her nipple touched, a thumb rubbed over the tight nub of flesh, finding the ring. Her shoulder next, gripped then spun.
 
        "Luggage, one bag, dark brown with a red tag on it. It's mine, get it for me." Simple and to the point, she tottered towards the luggage carousel. He stood back watching her. The smile never left his face, or hers. The bag soon appeared, while bending to lift it, she offered him the sight of her stocking tops. The creamy white flesh above, just visible to him. The bag was heavy enough to make her struggle slightly with it. He offered nothing.
 
        "Your truck, where've you parked it?" Eager to leave, his voice a bit harsher than he'd wished. Her face showed unease, but his quick smile calmed her.
 
        "This way, just outside the door, I was lucky and managed to park close. 'Lucky for her,' he thought. She struggled to the door, which he opened for her. Then out into the heat of the August evening. Her Dodge was close, as she'd said, a few feet from the door. He stood waiting while she wrestled the bag into the canopied back, then unlocked the door for him. His broad hand extended, open.
 
        "Keys." A word. Only one and she handed them to this, stranger. The clink, as they fell into his hand, house, car, her life on a small chain.  He opened the passenger door for her.
 
        "Kneel on the floor, face the back of the seat. Hands behind your back, your face to the seat turned to the left. Now be still."  The carpeting was soft on her knees, the seat warm against her face. His hands grasped hers, pulled them back and crossed. Rope, yes she knew it had to be rope, circled her wrists snugly. She saw his crotch, the lump there.  Wanted to press her cheek against it, him.  Eyes closed, her thoughts in turmoil. People around watched, stared at her submission.
 
        A moment of defiance struck. 'No! Why should he have the right to do it?' her mind screamed. She forced compliance, her hands relaxed. 'Because I give him that right.' The answer, correct and comforting. He wasn't aware of the struggle in her. Even if he were, it wouldn't matter. Face flushed with excitement, fear. Feeling his hands touching only her slender wrists to bind them, confine her movements. For his pleasure, not hers. No, that's wrong. He would pleasure her over and over. She knew that as well.  If she behaved. There's the rub, to behave.
 
        "Spread your knees. Wider!" Not harsh, but compelling. Obeyed quickly and then, the expected touch. Didn't happen. The door closed leaving her to her thoughts. Her panties wet, clung to the crease between her legs. Shifting slightly, a small stone under her knee, sharp small pain. Spread wide and wet, the smell must give her away. The drivers door opened, the gentle cooling breeze caressed her thighs. Naked arms, sweat trickling over the bulge of her tits pressed against the seat. Shiver, then a sigh as the truck tilted, the sound of him sliding into the seat.
 
        Key entering slot, twisted and the gentle noise of the engine. Air conditioning blew at first warm, then cooler air, under her skirt. Blush! The heat rising in her cheeks, the smell of her sex wafted upwards. Soft chuckle from him, his hand strayed to her lower back. Stroking, caressing, 'touch me, can't you smell me? I'm dripping wet wanting your fingers and mouth, your cock.' Over the round curve of her bottom, stroke, touch then withdrawn. Pushing back, wanting more but afraid to ask.
 
        "Where? Tell me the directions."
 
        "Yes. Leave the airport parking lot, turn left and drive about two hundred yards. There will be a road to the right, turn up that and drive till you reach a set of lights. Go straight through till you hit the second set of lights then turn right. Our cabin will be two miles down the road on the left. It's right on the beach but you can't see it from the road. There's a wooden burl with the numbers 696 on it at the road. Turn there and we'll be at the cabin in just a few minutes."  The directions were given clearly, precisely hoping to please this man. Nothing more was needed, truck into gear, movement and corners turned.
 
        She knew the route, had followed it time and again. He drove smoothly, no need to learn the truck, it did as he wanted it to. Trembling, she felt the wetness of her pussy trickling down her thigh, could smell it. Wondered if he was hard. Prayed she was what he wanted, that she would please him. Stopped, at a light. His hand on her bottom, down the back of her thigh. Gentle, exploring movements. Fingers slipped into the tops of her stockings, following the elastic garters up over her thigh. Skirt flipped up revealing the peach color of her garter belt and panties.
 
        "Pretty, I like, very much." Softly spoken, his hand touched her. Then left her.  The drive continued taking only a few more minutes, but seemed like hours. Her thoughts going from aching for his touch, to demanding she resists. And wanting to see where he'd take her, make her go or even make her want to go. Afraid he wouldn't take her far enough. He'd refuse her something she needed. So  much thought, so little time. 'Take me Master, make me yours.' The silent scream echoed inside her compliant form.
 
        Gravel drive, the bump of the truck as it crept along it. Last chance to escape. She could get away, now. Still dressed, almost free, she could make it. He'd never catch her. A sob, unheard, she hoped. He wouldn't try. This was her wish. He'd always said, she'd have to ask. That was yet to come, in its own time. The truck came to a stop. Hands unbound, rope dragged across her wrists and gone. He's quickly out.
 
        The crunch of gravel just there, in front of her on the outside of the door. Eyes closed, the door opened and he was there. Opened to gaze at him, or what she could see of him. The jeans, slightly tight across his hips. He'd rolled the shirt sleeves up, forearms naked and lightly sprinkled with soft hair. Strong looking, muscles rounding the arm, hands reached for her. One to her upper thigh, the other under her chin. Holding her so she couldn't hide from his eyes. Fingers slipped up her leg meeting the elastic of her panties. Gasping, her heart again threatened to burst, he ran his finger along the band at the leg opening. Towards her wet, wet sex. She craned her neck upwards, looking into his eyes, begging silently.
 
        "You're wet. What do you want Ann?" He'd leant down to touch her, the softness of his voice once more a surprise. His eyes looked deeply into hers, searching.
 
        "Please! Not like this. You know what I want, I'm sure you can see it in my eyes." Softly, breathlessly, but still afraid. 'Please understand and take me inside. Don't make me beg here.'
 
        "Yes, just like this Ann. Tell me. What do you want?" voice firm, his hands still touched her. His finger slid over the wet crotch of her panties up and down the puffy lips. Each time he found the nub of her clit she shuddered.
 
         "Please!" she began, then stopped, tortured. Trembling, almost crying she'd begun again. "Please Master, I beg to belong to you." It was done, her eyes closed, fear wouldn't allow her to move or open them again. Not until he'd answered. Said something to her or turned her down.
 
        "You know what you're asking don't you Ann? You'd belong totally to me then. Not just a game on the internet, but real." His hands fell to his sides while he waited to hear her reply. His heart beat fast against the confines of his chest. She knew, and he wanted her. The swelling in his crotch, that she couldn't see, had begun to feel uncomfortable.
 
        "Yes, of course I understand what I'm saying. I haven't been able to think of anything else for weeks. I've seen your code, your rules and I've fought the feelings I have. Now I beg to be your slave." If he hadn't been bent to touch her, he'd never have heard her. Hands moved to assist her out. Pulling and half carrying her, legs numbed from kneeling. A small indent from the stone marked her knee.
 
        "Come here Ann, look at me." His voice drew her eyes. Shyly, almost against her will, she allowed herself to see him. Legs trembled, only partly from the returning blood flow.
 
        "I wouldn't have come this far if I didn't want you Ann. Get my bag and let's get into the cabin. I want to see what you've found for us. I know you want an answer straight away, I'll tell you in just a few minutes. I promise." He waited for her to retrieve his bag from the back while he looked on. While she struggled to pull it out, he readjusted the shaft of his prick. Then he followed her to the cabin, watched her teeter daintily towards the door. He opened it for her, then stepped in behind.
 
        She'd done well. One large room a fireplace in the center. Bed to the rear with cupboards and chest of drawer aplenty. Kitchen to the right and the rest, one large great room. Toilet and shower, a small nook between kitchen and bed.
 
        Ann stood his bag by the foot of the bed and turned to face him. Her eyes dropped and she quickly knelt. He looked at her for a moment then wandered about, checking cupboards and fridge. Ah yes, she'd put beer in the fridge for him. To the bed, behind her, checking it, then the cupboards and drawers. Rope and cuffs, chain and in another drawer, silky bits. Pipe found its way from pocket to mouth, a grin surrounded it. He ignored her for the time being, a few things to find. Bag lifted, tossed onto the bed then bits pulled out and slid into drawers.
 
        Kneeling, barely breathing she waited for him to finish. He'd at least said he wanted her enough to come. 'Please want me enough to keep me' Eyes filling with unsheddable tears she straightened. He'd never mentioned how he wished her to kneel. Knees of course, spread wide, but what else? Back must be straight, hands, how? Palms exposed, vulnerable on her thighs. Skirt hem brushed ankles behind her. Panties soaked, showing beneath her skirt. Her nipples ached to be touched and she moaned softly, alone.
 
        He moved to the one soft chair facing her and sat. Uncomfortable, she eased her knees apart. Filling his pipe he eyed her, sucked it to life.
 
        "Approach me Ann." No permission to rise, she crawled the few feet to him.
 
        "Stop there please." Sitting back on her heels, she again spreads herself for his pleasure. Her own. It seemed so easy to let go, allow it to happen. Her hands shook while he sat easy in the chair, smoking. The aroma of pipe filled the room.
 
        "Unfasten the buttons of your dress, slowly one at a time. Start at the bottom." He settled back in the chair to enjoy. Fingers quickly found button, twist and unfastened. The next followed, then the next. Tiny pearls slip through holes, inch after inch slowly revealing inner thigh, outer thigh, stocking tops, as it spreads open. Panties, tiny and peach to match the suspender he'd requested.
 
        "Stop there for a moment. Spread the skirt and pull it up please. That's it. Now continue." Voice soft, nothing to do but obey. Showing him, as directed, the curve and shape of her body. As it's revealed, it excited her more.
 
        Fingers found button, fighting now, to slide tiny pearl through elusive hole. Moments ago so easy, had become a task for shaking fingers. One more inch, then the next, the curve or her belly then her lower rib cage. The underside of breasts peaked at him.
 
        "Stop there, Ann. Spread your dress and sit back. Your hair's too short you know that. You'll grow it now. Slide your panties off and give them to me." Heart in throat, she squirmed out of the damp panties and handed them over. Dress spread wide, legs even wider, she settled into the position he requested. Watched as he brought the silky triangle of cloth to his nose, inhaling her scent.
 
        "Wet, smells nice though. Lean back, hands behind you on the floor." Suddenly bashful she placed her hands behind herself. A mewling sound then she's leaned back as he'd commanded. Face crimson, she complied.
 
        He let her stay that way for several minutes. Rising from the chair he first stripped, clothing draped over the back of a chair. A towel found, wrapped around his middle then seated again. Comfort, erection left to swell or not as it wished. Now it lay along the crease between leg and belly. Leaning down he reached to touch her wet slit facing him. He watched the tensing of her thighs, the trembling.
 
        'Touch me, oh lord please make him touch me so I know you're really here.' Her mind screamed. His finger traced the slit up then down. Then to her chagrin, he withdrew his hand. Groaning softly, knowing exactly what he was doing. Back arched to follow the pleasure of his hand. Pussy wanted touching, her swollen lips heavy with desire.
 
        "Sit up and finish unbuttoning your dress please now Ann." Casual request, voice steady and firm. 'Bastard, you're driving me crazy hardly touching me. I've given myself to you. Take me. Damn you! Damn! Damn' Her mind neared rebellion. Her body complied. Knees spread wide, lips parted, splayed lewdly beneath her. Fingers fumble, pearl buttons pushed through holes seemingly too small. Her dress parted finally as she struggled with the last button. Breasts stood proudly free, nipples tense ready for sucking, rings shiny.
 
        "Slip your dress off Ann, pass it to me please. I'll hang it." Hand outstretched waiting. Shoulders shrugged, dress slipped down caressing arms as it obeys her Master. Taken from chilled fingers, the silky dress, shaken then over to the closet. Hung carefully and placed among the others she'd brought.
 
        Sat before her again, legs splayed. Comfortable, pipe in one hand, the other laying over the bulge. Ann's eyes focused there. She wanted him. He of course, well aware of it, moved his hand, rubbing. The shaft clearly outlined. Testicles, soft and round, visible beneath the towel. Her mouth watered wanting a taste.
 
        "Ann, I promised to give you an answer. Ann!" sharp voice caught her attention, drawing her eyes up to his. Lust filled and wanting. 'What, what is he talking about? Will you please touch me, fuck me? I need, want to cum!' her mind whirls, concentration difficult.
 
        "Yes," a weak murmur. Eyes focused on him, his face, finally comprehending his words. Fear and desire twist her gut. She waited not daring even to breath. Sweat trickled down her sides, nerves drawn tight. He reached for her shoulders, gripped firmly, pulled towards him. Arms encircling her, caressing, protected. Her face thrust into the softness of his beard, smells of his bacci.
 
         'Answer me now, please stop this torment. Want me, take me I'm yours already if you'd just have me. Have been for weeks, I knew it, but you, man that you are... answer me' Mind won't quit.  His breathing was steady and deep against her cheek. Soft beard caressed face and neck. His hands moved down long slender arms. Drawing them back, breasts pushed forward, nipples begging. One hand cupped the firm cheek of her bottom, stroked the satin belt that framed. His mouth at her ear, blowing warm tobacco scented breath then speaking.
 
        "I accept you as my slave Ann. You're mine now to do with as I wish. You please me Ann, now I'd like you naked. Stand in front of me and strip." Voice husky with passion, fingers lightly trailed over her body. Gooseflesh crawled along her spine, her own breath harsh. Releasing her, a slight pressure indicating she should rise.
 
        She stood as slave now, proudly owned, belonging to him. Hands slid down her sides then reached up again to present her breasts to him. Turning, caressing thighs, fingertips danced over the swell of her bottom. Bent to unfasten the buckle of each shoe, calf muscles taut. Feet spread slightly for balance. First one then the other sandal removed, then stood by her feet. Garters unfastened one by one. Looking back, over her shoulder at him, cheeky grin. Hands to stocking tops, rolling them, caressed the soft flesh downwards. Thigh, knee then calf, her bottom flesh wobbled when she balanced to remove one. The other mirrored the caress, removal. Almost naked she stretched. Arms high overhead, back arched, bottom wiggled to tease him. The last garment, the satin suspender unhooked, sprung free, dangled from slender fingertips. Stockings sandals and suspender a small pile of seduction.
 
        Deep breath drawn in, then turning she looked at him. Seated, naked and grinning his hand around the shaft of his erection. Slowly stroking, letting her want... Her pussy drooled the nectar of her desire, her thighs coated nicely.
 
        "Kneel Ann, between my legs, here." Dropping quickly before him, knees spread, his too. She leaned forward eagerly, hands reached for him.
 
        "No, not yet. Your hands mustn't come forward. Just your mouth." Fingers firmly clasped behind, not daring to let go for fear of taking him in hand. Mouth descending again, tongue flicked, taking that first taste. Never to be forgotten or relived. Along the shaft, just behind the head, eyes closed to focus, to savor. Gasp, his sharp intake of breath surprised her. Tongue slid around the head feeling the heat of him.  Sucked in, mouth filled with sponge like head. Tongue, found then explored the slit at its tip. The first drop of his essence taken, rolled around in her mouth. Tongue swirled around, touching, tasting more of him. His hips moved under her, gently thrusting. His legs spreading, allowed her room to explore and learn. Testicles, round and firm pressed against her chin, pubic hair tickling. Deeper, his shaft slid into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. Swallowed. Tightness around him, the head entering. Her tears trickled down, cheeks wet, face flushed. Wanting to empty him, taste his precious juices. Tongue flicked over tightened testicles each time she gulped him in. Shaft throbbing, balls tensed against his body, under her chin. Moving her chin from side to side, wrinkled skin pressed against her. Groaning, man noises, back arched. Her face held tightly between strong hands as he erupted. Spurts of warm salty cream filled her mouth and throat, shaft jerking. Lips against his crotch, the soft hair pressed against her nose. Each jet she swallowed hungrily, wanting more. Knees pressed against her sides, held her. Gasping, then a sigh to let her know, he'd done. Grunt of satisfaction, hands loosened, her mouth still on him. Tongue swirling, cleaned him. Not wanting to miss the smallest morsel of taste. Softened slowly, prick slipped from her lips, his hands on her face. 'Now me, please!' Mind screams in need, want.
 
        "Lovely Ann. I'm tired. It's been a long day, I'm to bed. Stand up and turn around." Voice soft, gravel gone now tired is all he is. Ann struggled to her feet, pussy still wet, dripping. Turned so her back was to him, fingers still tight together. Rope, around her wrists to bind and protect his property. Keep her from touching, enjoying his pussy. Aching pussy, swollen and so ready.
 
        "Spread your knees. I know you Ann, you'll be squirming so I'll help you behave." Groaning, but knowing he was right, she spread for him. He left her pussy dripping. His bag gave up its final toy, the spreader bar. Short, but all he needed. Dowling, small holes at each end and rope, held her knees apart.
 
        "To bed now," not waiting he was soon under the light covers. Lying back he watched her struggle towards him.  Breasts swaying from side to side, she blushed. Staggered, ungracefully towards the bed. Smelled of sex and hating him for making her suffer. Indignation, heat of desire and aching with lust she stood at the side of the bed.
 
        "Please Master." She began, not sure of what she begged for. 'Let me lie with you at least, rub against you in the night. Damn you, I need fucking, oh lord I need touching so badly. Just thinking about it makes me ache more. Clit is throbbing.'
 
        "Ann, climb in here beside me, on your left side. Quick, snap to it girl." Tired and wanting to sleep he soon tied the small bit of rope dangling from her wrists, to the bar between her knees. Between the plump cheeks of her bottom, rubbing over her sensitive rosebud. Each movement was torture. Soft rope teasing, body wanting, he pulled, testing. Leaned towards her, beard brushing her face. His lips touching hers, soft, hand behind her head pulled her mouth against his. Tongue takes her, slid between her lips, devouring her. Then gone.
 
        "Sleep Ann. You're to keep below my waist. If I wake and find you above it, you'll be punished. G'night pet." Released, unsatisfied and denied.
 
        Struggling, she wriggled herself to lie at his crotch, facing him. Smelled him and very soon heard him softly snoring. The taste of his juices, strong in her mouth, stayed with her all night. Sleep was long in coming, but finally, the ache in her belly eased and she slumbered.
 

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