the second interview part 3

They drove to a private airport and pulled up to a sleek private jet. As the door opened, he stood there with his hand offered to her. She took it and climbed out. “I will travel with you to your destination.” His voice disconnected. “Thank you. Where is my destination?” she asks quizzically .”France to the summer home. He is preparing his horses for the Derby.” She boarded the plane and looked around. One word came to her mind 'elegance' her protector showed her to a seat and buckled her in. He then sat across the table from her. She could not help to notice how every part of him was covered in leather and latex or that mask. She found it erotic and mysterious that the man that just fucked her she knew nothing about. “So tell me do you like it when a man binds you?” his voice dark and sensuous. “Yes I like bondage if it is done right and you did an okay job.” her voice cracking slightly reveling the fact that she loved the work he did on her. “What about knife play? Have you ever experienced that?” her eyes grew wide at the suggestion. “I cut myself for a while, I never though of doing it during sex.” Her voice had a slight tinge of excitement to it. He stood and poured a glass of wine and offered it to her. “What fantasies are you wanting to explore with your Sir?” her mind raced at the question. “there are a lot of them.” she responded quickly. “Anything specific?” he inquired further. She stared into the shaded lens of the mask. “Why do you want to know?” Her voice playful but skeptical. “I was thinking, it is a long flight perhaps we could play some more. I wanted to have something special for you to remember me by.” She cocked an eyebrow at him, “You got to use my body because Sir allowed you to.” he paused for a moment and then said, “I was under the impression you had not been claimed yet. Is this accurate?” She took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, he has yet to claim me. But the things that he is doing for me makes me his, to me anyway.” He leaned closer to her and said, “So that means you are not his officially. Therefore, I would like to have some more of your fruit.” She blushed deeply, as she thought of a response she licked her lips lightly. “Why should I allow you to have another taste?” Her question more of a challenge than anything. His hand comes up and caresses her cheek, “Because perhaps you would find me a better choice than your Sir.” She leaned into the caress the feel of the movement and the way he hooked his fingers under her jawline reminded her of Sir. She pulled back suddenly. “No there is not better choice than him. I want and I need what he gives me. Not the money but the true feeling of belonging him and no one else. That is what I need. I doubt you could offer that.” He smiles under the mask, “Well you could always test me.” he suggests while removing a blindfold from the duffel bag he has been carrying. “Let me play with you a bit longer you will enjoy it tremendously. I promise” She looks at him and the blindfold hanging from his fingers for a long moment, her breath caught in her lungs. She bites her lip to distract herself from the lust building inside her. She knew she was wet with desire. This man knew how to entice her. She wondered if every man in the lifestyle was like this. If so she was doomed. He laid the blindfold out on the table close to her hand and leaned back in the seat. “I will never force you, I hope you know that.” He looks out the window. “Once I was like you, I was new to the lifestyle. I was taunted and teased with the sexual aspects of women and their ability for work my mind and body into a frenzy with just a look or a touch.” he drummed his fingers, “Sometimes I wish I would have taken a few of them up on their offer. Now I will never know what they where like.” he fell silent for a long time. She just stared at him wondering what would she miss out on. He mind raced thinking of the debaucheries he could do to her on the remainder of the trip. She squirmed in her seat a little. Then she slowly picked up the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. In a whisper she said, “Take me as you want, but please to not make me release what I have been holding on to for the man I need.” he looked back at her and said “Very well. I promise what you are holding for him will be his and his alone.”

the second interview part 2

He stands and takes her throat in his hand. She can feel the heat of his body through the latex covering his hands as he lifts her to her feet. He pressed her hard into the wall and slides his hand up her inner thigh. She starts to close her legs, reflexively. He stops and slaps her leg hard. She cries out. “If you are mine then I will have unrestricted access to your cunt. It is mine for now and I will use it how I please.” the mask muffling his voice but she could feel the lust coursing through his veins. Turning her head to the side with his thumb he gets close and says in a low growl, “I will make you cum so hard you will wish you where mine not his.” her eyes get wild and she says under the constriction of his grip. “I will not cum for you! Just Sir.” the tears welling in her eyes. She knows she has to but can she. I grin crossed his face, he loved the challenge. He slide his fingers deep inside her. Just two he did not want to hurt her. His thumb pressed on her clit. She bite her lip hard and closed her eyes. “No.” He commanded. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch what I do with you. When the time comes I will blindfold you. Until then keep those slutty eyes open for me.” She forced her eyes open tears streaming from them. “I do this for Sir.” she repeated in her mind. She focused on her memoirs of the first interview. The command, love, and control he showed her. The safety he gave her, so that she could completely be free. His fingers started working her body skillfully then he removed them and placed them to her lips. She opened her month and she took them in her mouth. She could taste her this heightened the moment.

He walked her to the bed and pulled out black nylon rope from the duffel and bound her to the bed bent over then he shackled her legs to the bed posts so she could not close them. She stood there looking forward. He clipped a nipple clamp to her breasts and placed the chain in her mouth. “Do not turn your head or it will hurt very very badly.” she hears him removing his clothing the gas mask hits the bed next to her also most under her face. Then she felt his tongue on her thigh moving across her wetness her body shivered. She bite on her lip harder as he stared playing with her body. Then he stopped and she felt him enter her His trusts where hard and deep, yet they where calculated. He rode her till she legs trembled. The tears flowed freely now she feel like she was going to break. Then he stopped. His hand and arm still covered took the gas back from her view. Her nipples grew numb from the pressure of the clamps. He untied her and then said, “I am finished with you now.”

He removed the rest of the items from the duffel bag and lays them out. She looks and sees a rigid corset, silk stockings, a garter belt, matching thong underwear, heels, black dress and a necklace box. He says “I need to get you dressed now. With exquisite attention to detail he applies her makeup and dresses her. He stops before he gets the dress on and takes the rope and binds her torso and breasts in an amazing display of shibari. He then helps her into the dress. “Your flight leaves in 1 hour I will take you to the airport. Everything you need is in your clutch.” Then places a platinum choker around her neck. “He will know you by the outfit he selected for you.” he then leads her to the limo parked outside and opens the door for her. She slips in silently not knowing what to say. She has never been treated like this before.

the second interview part 1

Nadia put the finishing touches in the seven tier cake and wheeled it into the truck. She checked the time on her phone and then clocked out. She walked the fifteen blocks to her 5^th floor apartment. Walking in she locked the three deadbolt locks and the chain. She stripped down and climbed into the shower. All she was able to think about was Him. The way that he touched her. The way he commanded her with so few words. Her body was worked hard and she had been so willing to give herself to Him. She had not called him back yet. She was worried. She was not a model she was not like the other women that she had watched come and go for interviews. But she needed to be wanted. She would give anything for that again and forever. She wondered what she would offer him. She was poor barely employed at the bakery. 16 hours a week was not the greatest pay. Jasper said he would get her more hours but it was not happening. Her studio apartment was in the bad side of town. The walk to his house was scary for her but the reward was worth it. She walked to the mirror and looked at her self. Large hips good for birthing is what her mother would say. She looked at her large breasts with discontent. They where to big to be perky. Her skin was pasty white with a few freckles. A tear slipped down her check. She walked to the phone and brought up his contact information. Her thumb wavered over the call button. What would she say? What would he say? Could she take that kind of rejection? The anxiety built up in her stomach. She jammed her thumb on the button and raised the phone to her ear.

The phone rang three times and then He picked up the phone. “Hello Ms. Dresden, I was expecting your call.” His voice was deep and hungry. “Yes, I would like to inform you that I have very little to offer you but I... I want to accept your offer.” Her voice a cracked whisper. “Excellent. You will receive an email in 10 minutes with the information you will need. I will see you in 80 hours.” His deep voice had the edge of command. She simply responded with, “Yes Sir.” Then waited for him to hang up the phone. She stood there for what seems only a moment staring at the phone. Then she walked over to her computer and open her email account. The email was there, the title was simply “Instructions.” As she read the email there was a knock on the door. She hastily closed the lap top and answered the door. There stood a man about six foot tall wearing a hooded long coat, a gas mask, black military gear. He offered her a envelope. “A friend of mine wanted me to give you these. He said you would be expecting me.” his voice sounded strong and firm but has a quality, in her mind, like a body being drug across gravel. “Yes, I was expecting you.” She takes the envelope and steps to the side letting him in the apartment. She closed and locked the door. He walks to her bed and sets down a large duffel bag and unzips it slowly. “Are you prepared?”He asks her without turning around. “I... I guess so.” her reply was soft and weak. She stood and removed her clothing then she kneeled in the floor next to him. “I am ready to pay you for your service to my Sir.” Her voice unsure. “He turned and looked at her. She could not see his eyes through the smoked glass of the goggles. He walked up to her slowly his heavy boots hitting the floor like thunder in her ears. He stood in front of her for a long moment then lifted her to her feet with his finger under her chin. “Pay me for my service? What currently will you offer me?” she looked to the floor as she was instructed in the letter, “My body is my currency.” he looks at her for a long moment and then asks, “Is this what you desire. To be my plaything. To be a toy for my lust and desires?” she whispers, “No. It is what my Sir desires of me. I will do as I am commanded.” He sits in the chair his eyes watch her from behind. “Why, does he mean so much to you.” she spoke in reverence, “No he does not. The idea of Him does. I do not know him well enough to love him. I serve him because I feel free when I do. I want to know him, I want to love him. I want to need him.” a tear slipped down her check the bitterness of her life welled up inside her. Hardening herself she states, “I am yours to do with as you chose. As per my masters behest.”  

Bleeding in her mind

Bleeding in her mind

I sat there staring at her

Blindfolded

Gagged

Bound

music playing in her ear

She is mine now

total trust

she likes to bleed

I cannot cut her

my hand to unskilled

I take the feather hard and course

the edge ran through warmed chocolate

she saw the knives

edges so sharp the body would by cut before the brain knew

I cannot cut her

my heart is not that vicious

I take the edge of the feather across her skin

the warm chocolate emulating fresh blood

her body responds

her senses deprived

her mind tells her it's lies

“again” she whisper

so again it run the edge through and cut her

in her mind she is bleeding

in her mind she is cut

she has the release

she has the pain

her body pulsating

the lies her mind has told

I clean her up

I remove the blindfold

I take end the music

she looks for the fresh wounds

she finds none

she looks at me in shock and awe

She is a masochist

I am a sadist

our game is different

our results the same

White rose

The red rose is a falcon

the white rose is a dove

The red rose speaks of passion

the white rose breaths of love

and to you I give this one white rose

with flesh upon its petal tips

for the love that is the purest and the sweetest

has a kiss of desire on the lips

<anonymous>  

Though this is not my work i love it and wanted to share it.

Dark Angel

you are my angel
your black wings touched by the wind
your breastplate shines in the setting sun,
the fire in your eyes warms me from afar.
your black skirts snap in the wind.
i know you watch me and i watch you.
will you swoop upon my and carry me to new heights
or will you simply impale my heart the the jagged spear you carry

Xcess and Red

Xcess meets Red for the first time.

I sat there watching this woman from behind the bar I knew her well enough but not at all really. Everyone knew her as Red. A battered and broken woman looking for a fight needing a reason to die. You could see the look in her eyes. However the was a burning desire to survive. Not live but survive. I had seen the other woman that was watching Red in here before. I did not know her name but the intensity in her golden eyes was frightening. I always wondered where she got her contacts. Red took out to the bathroom and so did the purple hair vixen that watched her. That was the last I saw of them that night.

Xcess followed the woman that she was hired to deal with but she saw something lurking in the woman that demanded her not to kill her but awaken her.

Red knew when she was being watched part of the life of a porn star. When she headedd to the bathroom and the stranger with purple hair that towered of most men in the bar followed her she knew it was going to get ugly. They way the woman moved showed danger and training. She slipped the switchblade that Jackie bought her into her hand and spun quickly to meet the woman head on. Red wanted death on her terms.

Xcess watched the switchblade slip out of Red's hand and the blade spring open as Red turned being what she was it was all calculations and timing. Xcess quickly snatched the switchblade out of Red's hand and tossed it into the sink nearby and kissed Red deeply. Breaking the kiss but hold Red close he whisper on her lips, “I want to awaken you. I was you once. I know your story.” Red stared deep into the eyes of this woman and saw knowledge and wisdom beyond her wildest dreams. “Then lets find out what you can do.” She replied with a hard edge to her voice.

After slipping out of the bar the mounted Xcess's motorcycle. She tore through the city like a woman possessed and pulled into a discrete house and into the garage. Walking through the house Red saw the place was sterile no items revealing anything about the woman that brought her here. She saw a picture framne with a photo of a guy in it. “Your boyfriend?” she asked. “No it came with the frame.” Xcess replied nonchalantly. Xcess strode into the living room gracefully. Red followed out of curiosity. Then Xcess turned to face red. And kissed her again this time her hand slipping to Red's womanhood. Pressing into it with her hand. Red's mind switched to the life she lived as a porn star so long ago. Xcess pulled back and pushed Red onto the sofa. “I was hired to kill you. But I see the pain in your life and I know it well as it was mine a lifetime ago. Part of you begs for death to take you but when death arrives you fight back and urn it away. I felt the same as you. I was used by the people I trusted betrayed by them wounded by them. I was a shell of the woman that I though that I once was.” Red furrowed her brow and spoke with venom in her voice. “You don't know shit about my fucking life. Don't act like you do!” Red stood fists balled. “Why did you bring me here anyway I was hoping to get laid. But fuck bitch you cannot even do that right.” 

          

Xcess changed her tone and narrowed her eyes at Red, “Listen here I will do and I fucking please with you as I am death. I am a fucking ghost. If I want to fuck you I will but you pulled some fake porno shit out and why the hell would I want that. My dildo is more honest that what you tossed on the table.” the fury was getting heavy in the room. Xcess and Red could feel it. They where aroused by it. Red swung first Xcess dodged and retaliated. Back and forth, no one landing a blow their bodies where coiled and ready to strike as if they where cobra fighting for a mate. The Xcess grabbed Red by the shirt. Red twisted and spun leaving and empty shirt in her hands Xcess took a moment to appreciate the move and the topless figure standing in front of her. That was all Red needed; she struck out with the knife she lifted from Xcess earlier when they kissed the slash should have dug deep into her chest but Xcess moved just enough to avoid the tip of the blade on her flesh. As she turned the leather shirt she was wearing opened. Xcess tore it off and tossed it to the side. Red looked at her tattoos and flawless skin and felt a shamed by the scared she bore. Xcess capitalized on the distraction and tackled red to the floor. They were face to face now their bodies hot from the little dance they performed. Xcess halted suddenly. Red tensed for a moment. “I bare scares as well. Xcess removes all her clothing to display the scares she bore. Across her back where untold numbers of whip scars. Red however looked past them and fingered the brand on her shoulder. A small castle image was seared into the flesh of this woman. “You where a slave?” Red asked. Xcess nodded “Yes for along time. But that is not a mark of slavery. I wear that mark and it's sister on my ankle with pride.” Xcess turned to face Red not ashamed of her body. “I want to perfect your training and awaken the woman that truly hides inside you. Do you accept?”

Xcess

Xcess

She stands in the rain looking out my window
I wonder what she is watching but she has told me before it is best if I do not know
Her six foot two inch frame glows in the light of the city.
Though she is completely naked she is still armed and deadly
That is what attracted me to her.
Purple hair cut in a anime cut.
Sharply angled from a point at the back of her head
Her breasts though not large are firm and supple
Her bleach white skin
The various tattoos etched on her like ornamentations on white granite
As she turns to walk back to the bed
I can see that muscles rolling with every silent step
I know she will have her way with me again and again as she watches her prey
I want to possess her
But how who can grab smoke
Who can see the wind
Who can possess a ghost
The world doesn’t know her
Many hunt her like a rabid dog or a vicious beast
Many want the service she provides
She is not rabid
She is exact in everything she does
She is vicious if she needs to be
With me she is sultry
A raw sexual force
To me she is everything I want and nothing I can obtain
Fuck me hard she whispers
Her voice alone arouses me
Soft as satin
Smooth as silk
Intoxication as that hard drink
I start to go down on her
She grabs my hair and drags me up her body
No fuck me she commands
I do eagerly
Slamming hard into her
She starts to feel the urge to release building
Harder she screams
I I thrust into her harder still
no worries about bruising her milk white thighs
Her back arches
More she commands
I grab her nipple hard between my fingers  and apply crushing force
then she cums
Her phone rings once
She tosses me off her and dresses
Walking out the door in her tight black
She says I had fun to bad though
The last thing I hear is the near silent report of the pistol
Darkness covers me
My angle of death

cleaned up The Hook to make it easier to read.

The attitude

i will admit something to you.
a war is coming for me on the horizon and i am preparing for it now. i have two known enemies and one prize. The war is with the enemies of us all. i speak of the world and the vulgarities of complacency. these things destroyed something perfect  i once possessed. I will possess it once again but this time my weapons will be sharpened and honed. My enemy will be completely known to me. I will be completely known to me. I will defeat my enemies without succumbing to having to fight they will lay down their stones and spears and succumb unto me. Then I will take my prize. Then and only then will it truly belong to me once again without question or challenge as all will gaze upon not me but my excellent victory and know stratagems devised against me will fail for I will lay my keep upon difficult ground and a siege upon it will cost more that is acceptable. this is the attitude I have embraced and accepted to be my own. I will become a Master once again and I will never have to grip that with white knuckles again.

A Taste of Lust, passion, and love.

I would come to your house to collect you and bring you to mine. I would have prepared a fine meal of exquisite fare. After the meal we would bask in the moonlight and speak of philosophies unknown to the mundane and uncaring. I would kiss you taking your breath into my lungs tasting your essence on my tongue. I would feel your pulse under my fingers as I held you by wrist and neck into the solemn kiss that forces deepened ecstasy to wake from long unnatural slumber. As your body pulsed and the kiss consumed you like a fire on a dry savanna. I would drag you into me holding your suffocating close my arms binding your with passionate strength. Lost in the embrace not wanting to struggle free your body craves more I surrender to is desires and present it with the touch and passion it craves. Your skin grows warm to the touch at the eroticism of my sinful caresses and  lust in my decedent licks and kisses on your supple and sweet skin.

Our clothing melts away with our inhibitions. My mouth moves from yours. Sampling the erotic joys of a wanton body pleading to submit to the caresses of a lover. As my fingers find wondrous places to grip and control the movements of your body forcing your back to arch your breasts to my lips I care not for the nipples as I know more than the others in your past instead I grab the fullness of your breast with a grip nearing painful  and lift it slightly exposing the underside to the assault of my tongue. Lapping and nibbling on one of the hidden points of lust and desire. Then the fragrance of your body attacking me driving my mind into a frenzy of sex driven thoughts. Moving my hand from your firm ass poising my arms in a way that when I entangle my fingers in your silken locks. I have complete control of your body then I bend you back to see the realm of the inner sanctum. And see the wet desire coating the entrance to the most sacred of places.

I slide my free hand up your thigh feeling the soft tremors of anticipation course through them I softly brush though womanhood as pass my hand to your other thigh. My caress is a suggestion your body eagerly responds to your legs spread farther apart the wet stickiness for you liquid lust coating your legs. I move agile as a hunter stalking prey. Hot breath slips from my open mouth your body responds. A quick flick of the tongue to the center of pleasure swollen with untamed desire. A moan slips from you. I capitalize and move my hands to the tops of your thighs thumbs upon the pulse.  Felling your emotion gauging you learning you controlling you. Long soft licks begin then as your pulse races and your body yearns for more. I start with hard licks covering the length and breadth of your swollen throbbing pink. I taste you I consume you, I drink your in with mouth eager for most for the sweet ambrosia seeping from you. I must have more I work into a uncontrolled frenzy I feel the quakes of that one single moment building with in you I do not force it I welcome it to come forward. When it does I drink in the gush of your nectar and I hold that moment for as long as your body commands I bring it to the front again.

Then as you lay helpless to my stimulations of you I crawl up upon your sweat covered body. Then in a long and painfully slow motion I penetrate the inner sanctum. The hard fill the soft. I drive into you  again and again your body starts to convulse as that release of pent desires surfaces. The wave hits again I feel your body tighten around me. I thrust harder and deeper licking the sweat soaked body of you biting on your tender neck hard but only to mingle the taste of pain with the all consuming might of pleasure. Our sweat mixes creating a torrent of flavor tinged with the truth of the moment unbound by expectations and judgment we cry out is a final powerful moment and collapse together is intertwined in ways unknown to the casual, unknown to the sexual, only known to the true lovers and, The embrace. Our breathing slows are voices calm and controlled we being speaking of things that remain mysteries to the philosophers still. Yet we do not speak from wonder and curiosity but from the purest truths of knowing.

A Master's Loss

As I sit and look at the shackles upon the ground at my feet
I see the empty after all these year I wonder
When did they begin to hurt
When did they begin to choke and torture
I lift them from the ground and carry them to the wall
I wonder when did they get so heavy
That could the hold someone down so oppressively
That could crush the life out of someone yet they still breath
I place them upon the peg they were taken from so long ago
Then the sounds of the metal chain subsides
I wonder shall they be filled again?
If they are not I with scatter this life unto the sea
Like the ashes of a loved  one letting fade from memory
Never again will the whip caress the succulent flesh of another
Never again will crop discipline another firmed buttocks
As I look into the mirror I see the death of complacency looming over my shoulder.
I stare into its eyes and vow to destroy it.
When I do what will become of me
Would I become a man possessed
Perhaps a man destroyed
All I know is I have to become a man capable of receiving the gift of submission once again.
Perhaps then my beloved will return and the chain will comeback off the wall.