The Lazarus Bench

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 20:20:59 GMT

Sarah was led forward by Brandon and Renee. She heard voices around her but all she could think of was Brandon's hands touching her waist and arm leading her forward.

She felt her skirt being lowered down to the ground. Someone unbuttoned her skirt to display her breasts. Her panties were left on, although they could never pose an obstacle to anyone wanting to use her, since they were very small cut thongs that barely covered a small patch of hair she had in front. Other than that, Sarah was completely shaven.

She felt her arms being raised and cuffs being placed on them. She heard clips and as her arms were released, she was unable to return them to her sides. They were raised above her head and to the sides so that she could not move them at all. She felt cuffs being placed on her ankeles and heard the same clicks as her ankles were also restrained. The position she was being placed in allowed her to stand straight up; however, it was to the limit of her ability and she had to focus on standing with her legs and arms spread so far apart. She felt a collar being placed around her neck, forcing her head to be held high. Sarah was in the most compromising position she had ever found herself. She felt so incredibly owned right now. She had no idea who Brandon was; where he came from; or what he wanted. All she knew is that this man had just taken her body and was about to use it to his satisfaction and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt clicks along the side of her collar and felt a tug at her neck. Her body was being completely immobilized.

She smelled Brandon come closer. He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear.

"If you want things to stop, you need to grunt three times. Otherwise, I will take it to understand that you are enjoying yourself. Do you understand?".

Sarah said nothing. How humiliating to have to grunt. The audacity of this man to presume she would do as he said.

All of a sudden, she felt a very sharp sting on her bottom. Then, two more immediately after. It was such a shock, it made her whole body shake. Tears immediately formed in her eyes and she began sobbing.

"I asked you a question, Sarah", Brandon said. "And I expect immediate answers to my questions. Do you understand now all that I have said to you?"

"Yes", Sarah said immediately.

There was another sting on her buttocks but this time not so sharp.

"Yes Master, to you, Sarah. And don't forget it. Now, for the last time, do you understand?"

Sarah was so confused. She had experienced such a wide range of emotions in such a short amount of time. She felt as if she had no choice to to obey Brandon's every command.

"Yes, Master," she uttered.

"Good, my little slave," Brandon said.

Brandon ran his hands over her arms and down her body. She felt his strong hands as he spread the lips of her pussy apart. His fingers caressed inside her lips and pulled them apart, squeezing her clit so hard it made her squirm. She heard him chuckle at her uneasiness and he quickly withdrew.

The darkness from the blindfold and the silence was deafening to Sarah. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was going to happen next. After what seemed an eternity, she felt soft leather straps running up her legs, over her thighs and up her back. The scent of the leather ran up to her nostrils and made her to feel faint. Suddenly, she felt the leather straps burn against her thighs. The feeling took her breath away. The straps were soft, comfortable leather and were very titalating. Sarah loved the feeling but longed for the harsh, cold whips and the knots of the cat of nine tails. Such longing had been suppressed for so many years. As soon as she began to have these feelings, Brandon changed what he was using. It was again as if he read her mind. The beating became harder to endure. After a few strikes Sarah felt Brandon's body pressed against hers and his hands caressing her breasts. His body felt so strong against hers and she felt herself wanting him to continue. Each time he began anew was harsher. By the time Brandon satisfied his desire to see Sarah endure his loving beating, her body was decorated with bright red welts from his legs all the way up her back. Tears were falling down her face through the blindfold. Sarah was shaking uncontrollably from desire, not pain. She felt as if she had been sent to a place from which she would never return. She was dripping wet as Brandon approached to check on her.

"My little slave, are you happy?" he asked.

Ashamed and defeated, Sarah shook her head the best she could. She knew she would never be able to leave.

Sarah's New Master

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 19:28:08 GMT

Brandon turned to look at Sarah. He was tall, muscular and had the darkest eyes Sarah had ever seen. As soon as his eyes met hers, she felt her pulse racing and wetness between her legs. Sarah looked away immediately as she feared her eyes would betray her desire. Obviously he was taken and only looking for a good time, which held no appeal for Sarah. As she was staring at Brandon's hands, she heard Renee's voice telling her how she had wanted to introduce the two of them for a long time. Sarah looked at her friend with suspicion. Why would Renee introduce Sarah as a second, or third. Renee knew that would never work for Sarah. Brandon immediately saw the confusion on Sarah's face and laughed, as if reading her every thought.

"Karen is only a friend, Sarah", Brandon said. Renee immediately joined in the laughter as Sarah grew more and more uncomfortable.

Brandon turned to the man who had taken his place whipping Karen and whispered something. Immediately, the man began releasing Karen from her restraints and lifted her off the structure. Karen sank onto her hands and knees and crawled over to Brandon and kissed his boots until Brandon patted her head. "Very good girl," Brandon said, after which Karen crawled away. She did not get off her hands and knees until she far away. Sarah stood there, very confused as to why she was being introduced to this man.

Brandon turned back to Sarah and looked at her with his firey eyes. "I want you to take Karen's place" Brandon said. Sarah's mind was a sudden flux of anxiety. She would never obey a command of someone she just met. Why would this man believe she would? What was her thinking she was going to be? Although Sarah envied Karen the pleasure she obviously received by Brandon's hands, she was not envious of the strange relationship they had.

"I couldn't," Sarah replied.

Brandon and Renee looked at each other and grinned. Renee simply put her hand softly on Sarah's back, as an apparent show of support; however, she said nothing.

"It's not a request, Sarah, it's an order."

Sarah immediately became furious at the thought of this man giving her an order. She glared into his eyes but did not mutter a sound. The audacity of someone to order her to do something without getting to know her. Glaring into his eyes, though, Sarah felt completly submissive to him. Whatever spell he was casting upon her was taking effect. Brandon pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and stood closer to Sarah. He took the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. The darkness was so welcoming. The softness of the blindfold was so comfortable. Sarah felt herself drift slowly away from the world outside. Brandon's arms were near her face and she could smell his strong, powerful scent. The feel of his hands on the back of her head as he adjusted the blindfold was intoxicating for her.

Sarah didn't know what was happening. She couldn't control the situation anymmore and it felt very awkward to her. She was unable to do anything at this point other than obey Brandon's orders. He told her to open her mouth and felt his hands on her cheeks forcing her lips wider apart. She felt something slip in her mouth and almost gagged when she realized he was gagging her. She wouldn't be able to speak. How was she going to communicate at all with him? It appeared that wasn't a concern for him, as he bent down and whispered in her ear "You are all mine." Again, the rage and confusion swept over her but she neither moved or attempted to make any sound. It was apparent that he was in complete control of the situation and she had little, if any, say in the matter.

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The Lazarus Bench

Sarah's New Master