Yielding Fantasies (a true story)
by EmilyM/F - stranger sex.Waiting in the restaurant, I was terrified. It had all started with my stupid curiosity. Curiosity had killed the cat, why hadn't I remembered that?
It all started because I'd written a story (read Rendezvous with Terror), one from a memory that had haunted me for a long time. The ad had read: 'Yielding Fantasies' ?? I don't remember much about the ad, except a P.O. Box in Berkeley was given. I don't even remember exactly when I'd read it. Still it had stirred something deep inside me. Suddenly I realized there were doors to other worlds, dark and terrifying, that I might enter. I always wished that I'd answered that ad, but I didn't. (This was partly because I was too scared, being very inexperienced sexually ' I was still technically a virgin and didn't even know it!--, but also because I had just finished a very dangerous chapter in my life, and was really not really ready to jump back into the fire so soon.)
Then, as if writing the story based on this memory and my imaginings was not enough, I'd gone and posted on Craig's List looking for the guy. Talk about obsessions! And surprise of surprises, I'd found him, but Master Long was not amused, and so very much more than I ever expected.
So now I was sitting in a restaurant waiting for my first encounter with a man sent by Mr. Long, who would punish me for my lack of obedience in not responding fully to his queries. I was also to be sexually violated and had a mantra I was to recite when the time came. I tried to pass the time whispering my mantra to myself so I would not forget it.
The thing I feared most was the corporal punishment. My mother had been very abusive, and had used a belt with great cruelty. I'd been sent to school many times with such painful welts I could barely sit or lean back at my desk. I'd hated her so much back then, and did not want to hate Mr. Long. I knew I was facing punishment, but was terrified that the abused little girl I had once been would return if the pain was too much. I feared she would not know the difference between punishment and abuse.
I also desperately feared disappointing Mr. Long, and wanted desperately to earn his approval and make him proud of me. I knew he was protecting me by giving me a mantra to keep my mind focused during the pain. I also trusted that he was experienced and knew exactly what he was doing. So I took care to memorize the mantra carefully, recognizing it for the gift it was.
I was sure I could handle any sexual violation offered up during this encounter, after all, I had been anally raped and even enjoyed it, hadn't I? I had no idea then how wrong I could be!!
Finally my waiting was over. A man, looking like a younger and more handsome Sam Elliot, walked over to me and said my name. I knew he was Mr. Scott, who was to be my Master for this Yielding. I nodded, not trusting my voice. He indicated I should follow him. Once outside the restaurant he smiled at me and asked me something like: 'How are you?' But I cannot be certain now as some of my memories are not very clear.
I think I smiled back. I told him I was really scared. He told me not to be, and reached out and held my hand reassuringly.
'Okay,' I said.
He led me to a panel truck and opened the front door. I proceeded to the back of the vehicle per Mr. Long's instructions and stood on my knees waiting for my Master's directions.
'Remove your clothing,' Master Scott instructed.
I was wearing a white peasant skirt and green silk top. I removed these items to reveal I was wearing no bra or panties just as Mr. Long had instructed. I then removed my shoes and thigh-high nylons. I removed everything quickly so he would not think me disobedient or hesitant.
'You are really beautiful,' he said. 'I was worried this would be difficult to do, but you are so beautiful and have such nice long hair, I am really glad.'
'Thank you,' I replied softly. I've never thought myself beautiful, so it is always nice to be told that I am.
'You will need to back up, then bend over and bring your arms back to your knees.'
Again I complied quickly so I would not be thought disobedient. This position found me with ass in the air, and my torso resting on my breasts, head to one side.
He bound my wrists to my knees so that I was immobilized. This position would also keep my ass in the air, no matter how hard the pounding or the weight on my back, though I knew it could become very painful for my wrists. Still, I was not really worried about the sexual violation at the moment.
'Will you need a gag?' he offered.
'No sir,' how could I recite my mantra if I was gagged! I continued, 'I'm sorry Sir, I don't have any toys for whipping or spanking.'
'That's okay,' he said looking in his bag for a moment. Then he picked up his shoe and whacked me with it. It made a dreadful noise. What if someone outside had heard that? I was then confronted with another possibility. What if someone heard the commotion in the van and called the cops? I was suddenly impressed with the need to stay as quiet as possible.
'Did that hurt?'
'No', I relied honestly.
'This is stupid,' he replied, throwing the shoe aside.
I was terrified; I was supposed to be punished! What would Mr. Long say when he found out? Before I could protest I saw a dildo, in the corner of my eye, being pulled out of his bag. It was then introduced to my anus. It was immediately painful. Anal penetration always is. So I began my mantra.
'I've been a bad girl and want to be good for you. Please don't hurt me too badly.' I gasped and whimpered in pain as more was slowly pushed in. Regardless, I continued the mantra:
'I'll be good for you (holding back my cries) I love you my Master! (whimpering) Make me a good girl.'
It was hard, as anal pain cannot be blocked, at least not by me. But I tried, oh god how I tried, as I recited my mantra!
'I'll be good for you (gritting my teeth, trying to prevent the whimpers from escaping) I love you my Master. Make me a good girl!'
Then the relentless shoving in of the dildo ceased, and I managed another recitation of my mantra with barely a whimper. I had no idea it was about to get much worse.
That was when I felt my Master's cock enter my cunt. Suddenly the pain was worse than anything I'd ever felt before. I tried desperately to recite my mantra during this ordeal, but it was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I could no longer hold back the cries of pain no matter how hard I tried.
'I'll b-b-be g-g-good (mmmpphhf) I'll b-b-be g-g-good for you! (iiiiieeeee) I l-l-love you (mmmphh-iiiiieeee) my Master! L-Love you! Please, please ' m-m-m (mmmmppphhhff) m-make me (iiieeeeeiiiiiiiieeeeeee) a good girl!'
The slightest movement of his cock inside me brought waves of agony, though I could not imagine why. Perhaps he was twisting it inside me as rammed me with his cock? Perhaps as he pounded me with his cock he was ramming it in still further? Or perhaps the movement in my vagina caused my bowels to knot and twist in the limited space? Maybe it was all three, I don't know. But I do know it was the most excruciatingly painful thing I've ever felt. Still I tried desperately to continue my mantra.
'I'll b-b-be g-g-good (mmmpphhf) I'll b-b-be g-g-good for you! iiieeeeeiiiiiiiieeeeeee!
Finally I broke down and began to sob. My mantra was forgotten.
'I'm sorry ??.. I d-d-did not mean to put you in danger or compromise anyone
! I'm so sorry! P-p-please! I'm really sorry! I'll never do it again! I didn't mean to hurt anyone! I was just being stupid! I had no idea! I'm so-so-so very sorry!' I sobbed.
It was me -- my little girl sobbing -- and she knew this was punishment, not abuse. I was relieved.
I sobbed making my regrets known. The release was complete and cathartic. I surrendered myself totally to my Master at this moment as I plead for his forgiveness. But I never plead for the punishment to stop. I knew better. I had no control over my punishment and knew it would stop when my Master was convinced my debt had been paid, and not before.
I don't remember how long I sobbed. But finally I felt the dildo being removed and sobbed in relief. Finally I was able to control my sobbing, and resumed my mantra. I was suddenly aware of how wonderful his balls felt as they bounced against my clit. I began to feel an incredible wave of pleasure rising within me. I did not give into it though, as I still had to recite my mantra.
'I'll be good for you! I love you my Master! Make me a good girl!'
Then I concluded, as it suddenly seemed appropriate: 'I am your slave my Master! I wish to serve you! Use me whenever you want me! I Love you my Master!'
Then he withdrew, freed me from my bindings and rolled me over onto my back. He kissed me gently, and then made love to me gently and lovingly. I climaxed quickly and hard, over and over again. I found myself repeating the last part of my mantra again, but no longer because I needed it to focus, but because I meant it:
'I am your slave my Master'.I wish to serve you '. Use me whenever you want me' I Love you my Master!'
After he finally climaxed he smiled down at me and I found myself sobbing again. 'I'm so sorry. I did not mean to endanger anyone or compromise you or Mr. Long. Please forgive me!'
'It's okay, everything is okay now,' he assured me.
I quieted myself at his words, and he smiled. I was too filled with emotion to speak, but finally I did. 'If there is anything I can do for you?!
'Just smile,' he said.
I suddenly smiled and laughed, suddenly realizing how intense and serious I had been. Silly, silly me!
He smiled in return. Then he sat back. I pulled myself up and hugged him, and he held me close.
Suddenly I realized there was another reason for my mantra. Although Mr. Long had made no secret of his intentions, I finally realized that the mantra was also a tool to help me bond with my Master, Mr. Scott. While I had just thought of it as a strategic tool to maintain my focus during my ordeal, I had lost track of the main objective. With this epiphany, I felt a sudden surge of love for the capable hands I knew myself to be in. I was being guided by a true Master of the Art of Yielding. I found myself kissing Mr. Scott gently and passionately, with little nibbles teasing his lips. He responded and soon made his needs known.
I complied by gently licking and sucking his cock. I listened carefully for his groans, so I would know what to repeat. I was pleased when I repeated these actions and was rewarded with more groans. This let me know I'd interpreted his reactions correctly. I also continued to try different things during my oral exploration of his cock to see if I might illicit more positive responses. I was also careful to repeat the things I'd learned he liked at regular intervals, but I did not use them exclusively. There is nothing worse than excessive repetition, unless I wanted to push him over the edge. It is always best to keep a man on the edge, awaiting the next enticingly delicious flick of the tongue. Besides, when he wanted to cum, I knew he would let me know. It did not take long for his cock to become rock hard again.
Suddenly I was flat on my back again and he was fucking me desperately. He filled me so perfectly it is difficult to describe. My heightened senses felt every inch of him as he moved inside of me and I soon found myself groaning with pleasure once again. I surrendered myself to my pleasure and soon found my orgasm contracting around his perfect cock, the feel of which only made me cum harder. Mr. Scott groaned as he felt my contractions.
My orgasm lasted a long time, but it was over too soon. So I used my muscles to simulate my orgasmic contractions around my Master's cock. I was please that my efforts were appreciated and my master groaned again. I soon found another climax building within me, and soon I no longer had to work to maintain my vaginal contractions. They came without any conscious effort on my part as I surrendered once again to my pleasures. When it was over I allowed myself a brief respite while my master continued to move inside of me. I then began to move under him with more vigor, and used my muscles again to contract my vagina around his cock. Soon he was groaning with complete abandon, and he came harder than I've ever seen or heard a man come before.
Master Scott's orgasm was the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I had never before felt a man come so hard that I could actually feel his cock 'shudder' repeatedly inside me. It was so intense I was soon climaxing also.
I felt incredible at that moment knowing that I had given my very best to Mr. Scott for his pleasure and I knew beyond a doubt it was appreciated. I felt incredible, like I was a real woman at last, doing what I had been made for: pleasuring her master.
We then dressed and spoke quietly together in the front seat. Shyly, I asked him if he had enjoyed hurting me.
'Oh yeah!' he blurted. Then he looked at me shyly, and maybe a little embarrassed. My heart went out to him suddenly at that moment and I found myself hugging him, making it known to him that that it was okay, and I was okay. I told him I was glad that he enjoyed my pain.
I expressed to him my fears that I had not experienced enough pain, and that Mr. Long would be angry at both of us. He said he did not know about that, as I had squealed pretty well!
'Did I?' I asked suddenly embarrassed. I had been trying so hard to be quiet. He nodded.
Afterwards I did not want to leave, but to remain in my Master's hands forever. I knew though, that I had to. It would not be realistic to plead to be taken away and locked in a dungeon for my Master's endless pleasure. Slaves are expensive to support, and I did not want to be a burden. So I slowly pulled myself away with one last lingering kiss, and returned to my world.
As I drove away, I desperately hoped I would soon see him again.
Strange that of all the pleasures I experienced at the hands of Master Scott, it is the painful anal penetration that I remember best of all. I remember the incredible agony and excruciating pain and get wet immediately. I even orgasm without touching myself. I don't know why this should be. But I hope and pray that during our next meeting he will hurt me the same way again. And then I tremble with anticipation.
I will always remember the gift of pain I received from Master Scott. It is truly the gift of pain that keeps on giving.