Switching Positions - Female Perp/Male Vic (Closed)

This thread is closed to DeliciousMaiden and me, having previously requested a cast. The three linked threads are:
Switching Positions - Female Perp/Male Vic
Switching Positions - Male Perp/Female Vic
OOC: Switching Positions

Vic Timberlake

A six foot two, naturally powerful frame that had been honed by lifting beer barrels around the cellars of his country pub did not make Vic an obviously shy person. But that was what he was. Admired by many, for his wit and his physique, Vic still found it hard to step beyond the merely friendly. It was just the way he was.

Of course, there was that time just two months ago when Lady M from Prior Hall had gotten him drunk, but he preferred not to think about that...

Vic carefully returned the clean glasses to their shelves as he finished tidying up the bar at the end of a busy night. He had inherited the pub from his Uncle Oswald, who died last year. It had been slow going at first. His Uncle having been more of an alcoholic than a businessman had left more debt than customers. Vic had had to turn to a loan shark to bail him out of the financial problems. He was still struggling with the repayments, 80% was one hell of an interest rate, but business was picking up and he should soon be able to clear the debt. He glanced nervously at the calendar to check when the next payment was due. Tommy D was not a man you messed with.

Vic's mind drifted to his cousin Jane as he checked the lock on the front door. She was still pissed that he had received the pub, which was understandable since Oswald was her father. She tried to contest the will, but that had failed rapidly. She was as much of an alcoholic as Oswald and no lawyer was willing to try to get her into the pub. Of course, that meant she had hated Vic ever since. Once, recently, she had even put a brick through the window.

Vic shook his head, and massaged the weariness from his neck. So much to deal with, but life was looking up.

OOC: Just made a few suggestions as to who might have hired you, DM - feel free to run with one of these as you take control or to make up something of your own.

Geraldine Blake

Gina knew that there were more ways than one to torture a man.
Of course with the more “macho” types, she enjoyed using more … physical … methods to take them down a peg or two.
Despite her 5 ft 5 frame, she was sleek, fit and trained …
More than capable of persuading … even the tallest and most muscular built man to … submit … to her … attentions.

Gina smirked as she ran a hair through her silky chestnut brown mane, raising it from her shoulders and fixing it in a high pony tail.
She was 24 years old, but could easily look younger … if the need arose … and for this job, she knew she would be able to get closer to her victim if he were unsuspecting.

She opened the envelope again and read the instructions, more to enjoy them rather than because she had not yet memorised every detail.
Her mouth turned upwards in a sardonic twist.

” … a woman spurned … “

Gina whispered softly beneath her breath as she glanced at her watch and then raised her head to watch the now steady stream of patrons leaving the pub …
Soon … soon it would be empty … and then …
Someone really had it in for this guy and intended to get an “appropriate” revenge …
Gina laughed.
It was going to be too easy …
She was going to enjoy this.

Vic Timberlake

Vic turned away from the door and made to head up to bed. It really had been a long day and he was ready for some sleep. He yawned deeply as he stumbled his way towards the steps to his bedroom, flicking on the hall light as he did so.

Outside, he heard something make a noise. Probably a fox, he thought, but it was best to make sure.

Vic unlocked the back door to the pub and stepped out onto the porch, staring blearily into the yard to look for the animal that had disturbed the other silent night. In a nearby tree, an owl hooted. A fox darted from the trees seemingly in response, and he turned away his feelings confirmed.

As he trudged up the stairs, he had forgotten to lock the door again.

Geraldine Blake

"Damn!!"

Gina frowned as she saw Vic escort the final customer off the premises and lock the door behind him. She had intended to sneak in, perhaps play damsel in distress, need to use the phone ... something of that ilk. It was somehow so much sweeter when they invited you in themselves.
She sighed, but no matter the place was hardly secure, not when faced with her skill.

Silently she slipped from the car and shrugging the bag over a shoulder crossed the now deserted road and began to pick her way towards the pub. Inside she noticed lights had gone on upstairs ... a hall way ... bedroom no doubt ... she stood pressed against he wall her eyes running over the outhouse. She would climb up there then the drainpipe .. from then ...

She tensed. The squall of the fox rang out in the night.
Somewhere beyond the sound of a yowling cat echoed.
She had best move and quickly.

"Fuck!"

The back door opened once more.
Stood but feet away from her victim, Gina let out a breath slowly and watched whilst he listened to the animal noises about them.
Was he the nervous sort?
She looked him over.
He had the bulk, but there he lacked confidence ... agresssion and ... according to her employer, certainly lacked spunk, testosterone!
She smirked as she saw him return inside waiting for the lock to click and the bolt to be slid in place, her cue to climb upwards and break in.

But the sound never came.
Looking up, Gina saw the hall light switch off and the lights in the room she assumed was the bedroom dim.
The fool ... surely he would not make it that easy for her?

Carefully she put her hand on the door latch and raised it.
The click of the catch releasing made her pause once more and then she carefully eased it open and slipped inside, closing and locking it behind her. Pocketing the key, Gina made her way through the kitchens and to the stairway and began to climb it slowly. She was almost at the top when Vic, obviously now changed and ready for bed came out of his bedroom, leaving it open and entered the room adjacent to his. The sound of taps and running water was heard. Gina smiled.
How sweet ... getting ready for bed ...

She dumped her bag in the bedroom and moved around it making sure windows were secure and that their were no telephones or ways for him to summon help or defending himself. Then with a final check that her blade was carefully strapped to her waist, Gina made her way to the bathroom standing unobserved in the doorway as Vic washed and combed his hair.
Blissfully unaware of his intruder, Vic did not hear her ease behind him, standing there for long moments watching him in the reflection of the mirror.
All of a sudden, it was as if he sensed something.
He halted. He raised his head, dabbing at his face with a towel and then freezing in shock as his eyes met Gina's in the reflection in the mirror.

"Good evening, Vic ... did mommy teach you to be a clean boy for bed...?"

Her voice was softly mocking.
Her mouth twisted in a sardonic smile.
Her eyes were cold.

Her appearance, clad in the black suit was designed to be intimidating.
She pulled the knife letting it catch the light and letting it flash a reflection dazzling Vic's eyes before she moved in one swift movement and held it carefully into his back.

"Now ... let's take a little walk into the bedroom shall we?
Carefully now ... I wouldn't want this blade to slip ... I pride myself on my work, you see Vic."

She grasped his arm with her left hand securing it against her side as she allowed the point of her weapon to be felt.

"You and I are gonna spend the night together, babe ..."

She purred pushing him infront of her into the bedroom and pulling the door shut behind them.

"Sooo you'd better be real nice and do what I tell you .... Understood...?"

She asked still holding him at knifepoint, her free hand moving to the cuffs secured at her belt.

Vic Timberlake

Vic spat out the toothpaste, rinsed his mouth and dabbed it dry. He stood, replacing the toothbrush in the rack and glanced into the mirror. It took him a second to see her there, more because he was so certain that he was alone than her being hidden. When he did see her, he also saw the knife she held.

"Good evening, Vic ... did mommy teach you to be a clean boy for bed...?" She said, using the light reflected of the knife to half-blind him.

"Who are...?" he started, but she moved quickly and was behind him, the knife pressing against his back in warning.

Vic put his hands up in surrender, desperately trying to think of what he could do.

"Now ... let's take a little walk into the bedroom shall we?
Carefully now ... I wouldn't want this blade to slip ... I pride myself on my work, you see Vic."

With that, she grasped one of his arms and held it securely at her side. She had strength he could barely believe in her short,wiry frame. She probably wasn't as strong as him, he mused, escape bobbing in his mind for a second, but she knew how to use it. Besides, with that knife in his back, he was not going to fight.

You and I are gonna spend the night together, babe ..." She said, leading him into the bedroom.

For a brief second, the curious thought that he should not have left the bedroom light on crossed his mind. It was a stupid thought, the kind of thing that indicated the true terror of a mind attempting to flee. He forced himself to stay present, hoping if he accepted what she said he would survive.

"Sooo you'd better be real nice and do what I tell you .... Understood...?"

With that, she used one hand to grab the handcuffs, leaving his hands briefly free. Vic moved, taking the sudden chance to escape, but before he could even turn he felt a handcuff clip around his wrist and the knife penetrate his back just enough to draw a spot of blood. He gasped in terror and went rigid.

"Sorry," he gasped. "Sorry. I won't do that again.... Sorry."

He was begging, and part of his mind said she had no reason to listen to it, but it was all he had.

Gina Blake

Gina’s eyes narrowed as he tried to escape.
She moved the knife drawing blood and felt him freeze and stumble over apologies.
She held the knife and let him stammer.

”That was not very nice thing to do … and very foolish … “

Her voice was honey coated ice.

In one deft movement she yanked his arm painfully and secured his hands behind him, metal cuffs secured at each wrist.
The angle was not quite natural and deliberately uncomfortable.
She yanked him across the room and shoved him on the bed making him fall faced first and moving around the room as he struggled to an upright position.

Casually she strolled round drawing the curtains entirely closed and switching on the two bedside lamps and losing the harsh central light.
Taking her lock pick, she worked it in the lock at the bedroom door until an audible click announced that the lock had been secured.
She turned and stood her back to the door, a smirk on her face, watching Vic’s expression as she played with the blade letting it jolt loosely in her fingers.

”Isn’t this cosy…?”

She enquired conversationally.

”Almost … romantic … “

Still the sweet taunting.

”But you don’t deserve that, do you Vic?"

Her voice hardened.

"I told you to behave and you chose to ignore me … "

She began to walk towards him as she spoke, her gait menacing.

"You will learn to follow instructions before I’ve done with you, though babe … “

She held the knife before her, letting him feel the blade on his neck.

"SShhhh .... "

She crooned as she felt him panic.
Tracing over hsi quivering windpipe, she moved her weapon downwards and hooked it just inside the top he wore above the cotton boxers.
Slowly, she began to move it downwards, slicing open the fabric.

”I’d stay ab-so- lute- ly still if I were you …
if you don’t … I’ll fillet you like a piece of fish …”

She heard his breathing change and enjoyed his fear.
Slowly ... so slowly ... the material was cut asunder.
The garment now useless; merely two loose flaps of material that fell open to reveal a muscular chest.

”Good boy …. “

She cooed.

”Much better … “

She pulled the flaps apart exposing his body to her gaze.
She eyed his torso appreciatively.

”Perhaps we might have some fun after all … "

She asked standing over him.

"Would you like that Vic?”

Her face was now a picture of calm enquiry.

Vic Timberlake

He barely heard her words as she led him into the bedroom and cuffed his hands awkwardly behind his back and when she kicked him onto the bed, he fell like a limp sack. Vic was panicking. Whatever she was intending to do, he had only made things worse. As the curtains closed, he forced himself to quieten down.

”Isn’t this cosy…?” The woman crooned. ”Almost … romantic … But you don’t deserve that, do you Vic?"

Her voice now harsh threatened him more surely than the knife. Vic forced himself to listen as calmly as he could.

"I told you to behave and you chose to ignore me … You will learn to follow instructions before I’ve done with you, though babe … “

Standing near his inert form, she rested the point of the knife at his neck. Vic shuddered in fear. She was going to kill him? It didn't make sense. If that was the case she could have done it already. Unless she didn't want to make it quick. That thought was terrifying.

"SShhhh .... I’d stay ab-so- lute- ly still if I were you … if you don’t … I’ll fillet you like a piece of fish …”

She drew the knife down his body, the point grazing his flesh slightly as she cut away his shirt and peeled it back to reveal his naked torso beneath. Vic was confused. She was going to rape him? Women didn't do that.

”Perhaps we might have some fun after all … " She asked standing over him. "Would you like that Vic?”

In desperation he nodded, staying mute in an attempt not to offend her. His wide eyes stared into her cold, calculating face. Whatever he thought he knew about women did not apply here. There was something strange about this woman, something he had never seen before. He would just have to do whatever she wanted to survive... but if that meant she wanted to use him sexually.... vic struggled with the fear that overrode all his libido. There was no way he was going to get an erection while a woman threatened his life. What would she do when she realized he was useless to her, Vic wondered... and tried to crush the thought immediately.

Gina Blake

Gina stared down at him and then turned on her heels and walked away.
She took the bedroom chair and turned it to face him, sitting on it and crossing her legs.
The knife was held loosely in her hand, but her eyes were watchful.
If he tried to run again, she would stab the miserable son of a bitch this time, she decided.

”Sit up … face me … “

Her voice was monotone, weary almost.
She watched as he struggled upright, sat with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

”Look at me, dammit!”

Her voice snapped loudly drawing his eyes instantly to hers.

”There … that’s better … “

Her voice was soft once more.
She watched him carefully for long moments.
She had him on edge, she could tell.
Her change of moods had him confused.
He had not yet worked out what she wanted with him.
She smirked. Just as well … that would make it easier.

”Now Vic … I just asked you a question.
If I’m going to waste my time talking to a miserable piece of shit like you, the least I expect is an answer.”

Her icy voice took on a tone of mock patience.

”Let’s try it again, shall we?”

She saw him nod.

”Vic … do you want to please me?”

She watched his eyes widen.

”Tell me … tell me how much you want to have fun with me, Vic.”

She watched curiously as he struggled for a way to respond.

”NOW Vic!”

Her voice was raised slightly, but he flinched.

”Tell me now … give me some reason why I shouldn’t slit your fucking neck right here, right now…”

She stood and walked towards him the knife gripped firmly.

”In fact why am I bothering as it’s clear you have no manners and no intention of … entertaining me …”

She shot out a hand and grabbed him by the hair.

”You obviously want to die …”

She observed, wondering how he would plead for his life.

Vic Timberlake

She was taunting him, and her mood swings were dangerously unpredictable. Any second now she could go from threats to violence and bound as he was, Vic was in no position to stop her.

”Sit up … face me … “
”Look at me, dammit!”
”There … that’s better … “

The barking voice calmed to an icy chill as Vic looked back at the dominatrix before him. She was beautiful, he realized, and was staggered by his mind thinking that way. He had to stay focussed.

”Now Vic … I just asked you a question.
If I’m going to waste my time talking to a miserable piece of shit like you, the least I expect is an answer.”

Vic shuddered at the tone of her words. She had asked a question, he had missed it because of his fear.

”Let’s try it again, shall we?”
”Vic … do you want to please me?”

He couldn't respond. Part of him wanted to rebel, to say no, to escape. Part of him wanted to say yes, just to survive. Part of him, he was shocked to find, wanted to say yes because he wanted to be dominated by her. He was confused, couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't even here her until she grabbed him by the hair.

”In fact why am I bothering as it’s clear you have no manners and no intention of … entertaining me …”
”You obviously want to die …”

"No, mistress," he gasped, terror overriding his confusion. "I mean yes mistress, I mean... Mistress please... I'll do anything..."

The word came tripping off his tongue, surprising him. Mistress? He had never heard anyone call anyone that since his brother had shown him a sick porno flick many years ago. Yet here, and no, it felt right. Even through the terror he felt a newly awakened feeling creeping into his heart. Submission.

Geraldine Blake

"No, mistress … I mean yes mistress, I mean... Mistress please... I'll do anything..."

Gina released his hold on his hair and stood looking down at him.
Mistress?
She had been told he was weak, frightened of women, the male equivalent of a cocktease … but a submissive … ?
Perhaps there was more to enjoy here than just his terror.

”You’ll do … anything …. You say?
Anything to save your miserable hide …?
I doubt very much that you wish to serve me.”

She sat on the bed beside him, her hand reaching out and resting on his groin.
She squeezed feeling no evidence of a hard on there.
She hadn’t expected there to be … yet …
She smirked.

”It’s cruel to raise a woman’s expectations and then walk out on her …
… after all … it’s a habit of yours isn’t it, Vic?
And … some women … get very … upset about being rejected … ”

She let the words remain hanging in the air wondering if he’d make the connection.
She moved her hand upwards, grazing it over his groin, trailing over his abdomen up his chest … his neck … playing along his lips and then to his hair once more.
She knotted her fingers in it and felt him flinch, but she released him and began to stroke his hair gently instead.

”Perhaps you’d make a useful … pet … for someone … “

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as an interesting scenario played through her mind.
Just as quickly she seemed to dismiss the idea and the shutters went down.

”But as it is … just killing you would be much less … time consuming…”

She laughed.
Her voice was conversational, her words chilling and her touch caring.
She was curious as to how he would respond to the mixed messages she was giving him.

Vic Timberlake

”It’s cruel to raise a woman’s expectations and then walk out on her …
… after all … it’s a habit of yours isn’t it, Vic?
And … some women … get very … upset about being rejected … ”


The voice, half chilled winter night, half warm summer day, taunted him. What was she talking about, Vic wondered. Was she chiding him for running? That didn't make sense... she'd said it was a habit. Then what? The thought struck him suddenly.

Lady M?

But that hadn't been his fault. She'd told him to get out. Hell, she'd thrown the lamp at him...and then spent a week calling him and demanding to know why he'd left her. She was crazy - not eccentric, however rich she was, but crazy! If this woman had been hired by her, Vic knew he was in real danger.

She carressed him, stroking from his limp cock up his naked chest to his face. Her fingers taunted him more than her voice, their delicate play promising gentleness he knew was a lie. She curled them in his hair, making him shiver in fear, but then changed that to a caress.

”Perhaps you’d make a useful … pet … for someone … “
”But as it is … just killing you would be much less … time consuming…”

Her soft whisper was belied by her savage words. Vic cringed on the bed, trying to work out what to do. He had given himself to her, had promised to do whatever she wanted and still she threatened to kill him. He stared at her, his mouth working soundlessly as he tried to work out what to say, what he could do to save his life. He was bound, he was defenceless, he was at the mercy of someone who had none.

When they came, his words surprised him.

"Why are you doing this?

Who are you?

How do you know my name...?"

Gina Blake

"Why are you doing this?
Who are you?
How do you know my name...?"

The questions burst from him as he quivered beneath her touch.
Gina turned herself and tipped his head towards her so that she could look him in the eye.
She smiled slowly, seeming to consider his questions.

”As to who I am … I am your Mistress … for as long as it pleases me to be so … after that … “

She shrugged and drew the knife before his eyes and sheathed it in the strap at her waist.

”As to how I know your name … let’s just say we have a … mutual friend …
She suggested I … make a call … “

She watched as her words sank in.
She stood then and stretching walked towards the window and tweaked the curtains staring out at the night beyond.

”And why am I doing this?”

She released the fabric letting it fall back into place.
She looked back at Vic sat on the bed.

”Because I can, babe … “

She stated then crossed the room sitting closer to Vic this time, her thigh brushing against his as she sat on the bed.
Her hand lifted once more as she caressed his cheek, trailed a finger along his neck and leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth.

” … and because you want me to … don’t you Vic …? “

Her face was so close to his, he could feel her breath stroking his cheek.

”Sure you want to save your life, but it’s more than that isn’t it Vic?”

Her eyes looked deeply into his, as if reading his thoughts.

”You want to belong to me … serve me … You need my domination … don’t you pet…?”

Her tongue flicked out and licked his dry lips.
She watched …waited … like a cat toying with a mouse.
Now she would see.
To what extent had his words been self-preservation, and to what extent had she awoken a sense of submission in him.

Vic Timberlake

Her answers were meaningless. They told him nothing, and he hadn't expected them to. She was the one with power here, that he had even blurted out the questions was dangerous. Only one phrase reverberated through his mind.

I am your Mistress

There was a slight stirring at his groin as the words buzzed in his head like stinging hornets. He felt sick, confused, afraid as much of his reaction as of her threatening behavior. Hopefully she wouldn't notice, he though to himself.

”You want to belong to me … serve me … You need my domination … don’t you pet…?” She purred.

Her tongue flicked against his lip and made the breath catch in his throat. For long seconds he could do nothing, say nothing. He was pinned by her stare like a moth on a page.

For the first time, he studied her features. The chestnut hair bound in a high tail. The deep penetrating eyes. The lips, full and succulent yet also stern in their straight-lined determination. Every facet of her face was designed by nature to impose its power on anyone she made her prey. It was a killer's face, but not a psychopaths. It was the face of a succubus and he was under her spell.

He had no option but to respond in the affirmative; although he could no longer tell whether that lack of option came from the danger she imposed or his own desire.

Eventually, he nodded. "Yes," he said. "I need you."

Gina Blake

"Yes, I need you."

Gina listened to the simple admission and knew the time would come to test his alleged devotion to her … but not yet.

”I need you … MISTRESS … “

Her hand moved to his hair, beginning to stroke as she prompted.

”Now tell me again … properly this time …”

She listened smiling when he repeated the line as instructed.

”Good pet … much better … “

She smiled and drew away from him then stood once more and began to walk slowly around the room as she spoke.

”The question is … do I need you, though?
Even if you were a quick learner … which I doubt … you’ll take a lot of training … I’m just not sure you merit that level of attention … “

Turning and looking at the bed, Gina caught Vic’s eye.

”But you might prove … a novelty … “

She smiled and sat on the chest of drawers, eyes curious.

”Sooo pet … why don’t you come to heel … come and tell my how obedient and amusing you’ll be for me …
don’t be shy now … I want to hear what you have to say for yourself … “

She tapped her thigh calling him to her side.

”Come to your Mistress pet..”

She carefully watched his reactions with interest.
Just how obedient would he prove to be?
Would he be humiliated by her suggestion, or would he find it stimulating?

Vic Timberlake

His whole body was flushed with embarrassment as he so readily accepted her instructions.

"I need you, Mistress."

Each word clanged like a portcullis in his head. If this was what he had to do to protect himself, he would do it for that reason. At least, that is what he told himself. Yet it was something else, below any level of thinking, that made him roll off the bed onto his knees as she commanded him to heel. As he moved, his solid erection came fully visible, all nine inches of his cock responding to her command.

He walked across the floor on his knees, his hands still bound behind him. As he reached her, he realized how close his face was to her feet and their scent excited him.

He had to prove himself to her so that... the thought stopped there and he knelt by her, bewildered for a second.

"I will do anything for you," he said and added "Mistress," quickly.

"Anything you wish. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it. Please, Mistress, I just want to serve you."

A tear of old pride leaked from his eye as he begged to be made her slave, worse - her pet, something not even human. He was humiliated, and his cock throbbed all the harder.

Gina Blake

Gina watched with growing pleasure as Vic rolled off the bed and made his way towards her on his knees.
Her body thrilled as she saw his now rigid erection making it clear what effect her domination was having on him.
He no longer feared for his life, although that threat was always there, lurking in the background, but he had forgotten it enough to focus on other things ... or perhaps his need to be owned had cancelled out that fear altogether?

Gina looked down at him knelt at her feet.
His hands were still cuffed behind him.
He looked helpless and humble ... and horny!

"Ummmm ... good boy ..."

She purred, her hand extending to pat him condescendingly on the head.

"I will do anything for you ... Mistress,"

His voice came soft and eager.
She withdrew her hand looking down at him from where she was perched.

"Anything you wish. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it. Please, Mistress, I just want to serve you."

She saw the battle raging in him, noted the tear.
A flame of arousal ran through her body as she revelled in his submission.

Without speaking, Gina extended a foot and gently kicked Vic's legs apart.
She saw his rock hard cock twitch.

"Ummm... that's better ... isn't it pet?"

She prompted and listened to his response.

"Remove my boot ..."

The foot was still extended.

"... use your mouth ... the zip is at the side ... "

She told him patiently, coaxing him to obey.
She smiled as she watched him struggle with the unfamiliar task.
Finally she eased her stocking-clad foot free and moved her foot between his legs, wriggling her toes to tease his cock and rubbing along the length of his shaft.

"Look at me ..."

She instructed softly.
She smiled as she looked into his eyes.

"What have we here ... a beast of a different .... breed ... "

She crooned, humiliating and praising as she spoke.

"... yes ... perhaps you have not been ... handled correctly in the past .... is that it my pet ... ?"

Gina eyed him curiously.

" ... it seems you've made an enemy ... but ... how can that be pet? ... you seem inoffensive ... and docile to me ... "

Her foot raised and she pressed it against his torso pushing more forcefully.

"Lay on your side ... let me play with your chest ... "

She watched to see if he curled around her foot.

"Puppies love to lay on their backs ... have their tummies tickled ... show Mistress you want the same ... "

She encouraged, her soft voice winding a spell around him encouraging him, teasing, keeping him in his place ...

Her foot moved along his torso ... teasing... stroking ... from chest ... to abdomen ... lazily playing ... then returning to his crotch again.

"Tell me pet ... what went wrong ..."

Gina surveyed the man at her feet thoughtfully.

" ... perhaps you were too fearful ... perhaps you did not feel safe ... "

She crooned as she watched him at her feet.

"Tell me pet ... what made you run from her?"

Vic Timberlake

As he yielded, yielding became easier. He didn't resist at all when she ordered him onto his back and only moaned as she began to stroke his chest with her foot. His pulse raced, beating in his head like a drum. His heart breath caught each time she began to speak.

"Tell me pet ... what went wrong ..." She said. " ... perhaps you were too fearful ... perhaps you did not feel safe ... "

Vic's thoughts were scattered as he struggled to understand what she was talking about. What went wrong when? Too fearful about what? Did she mean why he had tried to run?

"Tell me pet ... what made you run from her?"

And that was the question and answer. She could only be talking about Lady M, but if so, she had been badly misinformed.

"Mistress," he said. "I'm not sure who you mean. If you mean Lady M then it wasn't me who ran. She told me to get out of the bedroom... she even threw a lamp at me. I don't know why. She invited me there, she seduced me, she even got me drunk... but as soon as I..."

He blushed again, struggling to describe what had happened. He knew he had no choice, that he was completely at this woman's mercy, but to talk so openly about sex was something he had never done.

"As soon as I..."" he tried again. "As soon as I came, she got angry. She attacked me and told me to get out..."

He fell silent and stared up into her eyes. Would that be enough for her? Vic had no idea what else he could add. It had been confusing and, frankly, terrifying for him. He had been a virgin until that night and could not understand what had angered her so. When she started calling him back, he began to understand what women meant about feeling stalked.

Vic's groin throbbed. His penis pushed against the fabric of his boxers, the tension almost painful. Despite his emotional turmoil... because of his emotional turmoil... he was aroused beyond anything he had felt before.

Gina Blake

"Mistress, I'm not sure who you mean. If you mean Lady M then it wasn't me who ran. She told me to get out of the bedroom... she even threw a lamp at me. I don't know why. She invited me there, she seduced me, she even got me drunk... but as soon as I…
As soon as I..."

Gina nodded encouragingly as he struggled with his explanation.

”As soon as I came, she got angry. She attacked me and told me to get out..."

Gina looked into his eyes.
She saw confusion … hurt … fear …
When she spoke, she did so gently.

”Perhaps you came too soon …
Or perhaps you did not satisfy her before you took your own pleasure …
She should have punished you … but not scared you my pet…”

Gina smiled then snapping her fingers called him wordlessly to her side.
Reaching down she rubbed his head, soothing him as he knelt once more beside her.
Casually she moved her foot to part his legs, all the better to see his cock.
All the time, she continued the conversation as if it were the most natural thing in the world to position him thus.

”How else will you learn how to please?
You do want to please, don’t you?
You want to please ME, don’t you Pet?

She smiled down at him and cupping his face drew his head upwards making his eyes meet hers.

”You didn’t trust her… you didn’t want to.
You want to trust me … you will learn to …”

For long moments she looked into his eyes then withdrew her touch from him.
Standing she put her hand on his head.

”Stay pet. Do not look round until I tell you.”

Unseen she walked across the room and removed the chair, putting it back in its place by the dresser.
Swiftly she removed her second boot, removed the knife and unhooked the belt, then pulled down the tight fitting leather pants.
Laying them all on the chair, she then unzipped the long sleeved leather top.
Releasing her hair from the pony tail, Gina ran her fingers through it and admired her reflection wondering how her pet would react when he saw the outfit she had concealed from him so far.
All in good time ...
she thought with a predatory smile.
Gina then folded the remainder of her clothes neatly on the chair, placed her bag near the bed and pulled out the blindfold.

”Now pet … be still … learn to trust …”

She spoke softly as she crossed towards him.
Standing behind him, Gina straddled her pet letting him feel the stockinged texture of her legs before leaning forward and slipping a blindfold over Vic’s eyes.
She felt him tense and ran her fingers through his hair gently.

”Shhh … I’m not going to hurt you …”

She waited, silently until she felt him begin to relax.
Without speaking, she took the key and released one of his hands from the cuffs.

”You trusted me … now I’m trusting you … you may touch pet … “

She guided his free hand to her legs, resting it on her upper thigh and held the other in check.

”When you’ve explored enough, offer me your wrist to secure once more, but this time, since you please me so much … you may have your hands cuffed in front of you …”

Holding his shackled hand lightly, almost as one would do a child, Gina stood with a leg at either side of him, the back of his head just below her crotch as she watched wondering what he would do and if he would offer up his hand to the cuffs as she had instructed.

Vic Timberlake

Her coaxing voice and reassuring words won him, overcoming the last of his fears in moments. Vic felt safer than he had for years, certainly safer than he had with any woman. There was something about this stranger that made him realize what he had never known before - the pleasure of ownership.

”Stay pet. Do not look round until I tell you.”

Vic nodded imperceptibly and remained staring at the chest of drawers as his mistress left him. He heard the sound of zips and peeling clothes and found it so difficult not to turn around but... she hadn't given him permission for that. A moment later she returned.

”Now pet … be still … learn to trust …” she said and leaned into him from behind.

Her fingers combed his tousled hair, eliciting a soft sigh. Her stockinged legs brushed his bare flesh. She slipped a soft blindfold over his eyes. Vic's world stopped moving as his mind spun in darkness.

”Shhh … I’m not going to hurt you …”

He began to nod his compliance and stopped. The best confirmation of his submission he could give would simply be not to move. As he relaxed she unfastened the cuffs.

”You trusted me … now I’m trusting you … you may touch pet … “And with that she placed his hand on... her thigh.

So powerfully sleek. Muscled like a sleek race-horse, not a brutish gorilla. Soft like a hunting panther's coat, not the pelt of a frightened rabbit. He didn't move for long seconds, captivated by the solid comfort of her immaculate flesh. The stocking between them only served to maker her nakedness beneath it more enticing.

”When you’ve explored enough, offer me your wrist to secure once more, but this time, since you please me so much … you may have your hands cuffed in front of you …”

Her words spurred him to action and he began to run his hand the length of her thigh. At first firm and clumsy, his own need soon changed his touch to a feathery trace. Vic let his fingertips sense what his palm could not, every move of her body, every breath, every moment of her control.

What was higher?

What paradise, what heaven, what great hall lay above this warrior queen's bare flesh?

That was the question her bare thigh sent through his mind and it made him blush. Such metaphor was romantic, foolish almost. He'd never been like that. He'd never had the chance. From his childhood he had been made to be practical, solitary, determined - everything his mistress had stripped him of.

And Vic loved her for it.

He withdrew his and and held it out to her as instructed.

Gina Blake

Gina stood over him as her hand left his and she gave him permission to “touch”.
The fingers of one hand remained lightly on his head, her other hand kept a light grip on the cuffs, although he made no attempt to pull away from her light restraint.
For long moments, his fingers remained where she had placed them, as if not daring to unwrap the gift she had laid before him.
And then he began to explore.
Gina stood immobile, her attention not focused on his questing hand, but upon his face, watching each minute expression.
At first his touch was awkward, the movement of his hand merely trailing the outline of her thighs, her legs as if seeing where she was positioned by making a mental note of the shape and size of her legs.
She smiled as she watched, but remained silent.
She gave him free reign and in doing so let him show her his needs, his experience or his lack of it.

His breathing seemed to quicken.
His face that had been etched with concentration relaxed, even as his fingertips came into play.
Rather than trying to visualise through his hands, Vic was now focused on the sensation of nylon and flesh.
His touches became sensual.
Gina’s breath quickened imperceptibly.
Gina bit her lip knowing she must not react.
Instead she smiled indulgently watching the emotions play across his face.
His fingers grazed the naked flesh above her stocking tops.
Gina saw him hesitate, felt him pause.
She smiled as the heated blush painted his cheek.
His decision made, she felt him gently withdraw his hand from her skin and looked down to see him hold it out offering it up for the cuffs.

An innocent … naïve …. But respectful … and growing in obedience …

Without a word, Gina guided his shackled hand in front of Vic and moved the open cuff about the proffered wrist.
She left the cuff open, watching as if giving him the option to pull away.
Then, seeing that he remained immobile she snapped the cuff firmly shut with an audible click, smiling at his reaction.

She reached out and laced her fingers through his hair.
Her other hand moved to stroke his cheek gently, then captured his jaw and eased his head upwards to face her.
Leaning down she pressed her lips against his and kissed him deeply, her tongue easing past his unresisting lips and swirling about his mouth, tasting him and then drawing back almost with a soft purr.

”UMmmmmm…. You please me so my pet.”

Her voice was soft, but firm.

”Sooo good … so obedient … sooo …. MINE …”

The fingers holding his jaw grasped him more firmly as she claimed him.
Firmly enough for her to feel her hold on him, but not in a way that caused him pain.

Abruptly she withdrew her touch and stepped back, her eyes watchful.

”Your hands are in front of you now pet.
Lift them … see how easy it is for you to move them…
If you wished, you could remove your blindfold.
But I do not wish you to.
You have the choice.
To please me, or to please yourself…”

She watched as he realised that he was actually much “freer” than he had been before.
She moved forward, her hand on his hands and eased them downwards, pressing then against his body.

”If you wish, you can hold your hands there.
You can hide your cock from my gaze … if you wish ..
But it pleases me to see that delicious hard on of yours.
I love to see how your cock strains and aches for me.
For it does … doesn’t it pet?”

She chuckled as she saw the material of his boxers bulge and strain.

”Again the decision is yours…”

Gina began to walk about him now, taking in every inch of his torso.

”You can choose to obey … or to satisfy your curiosity…”

She watched Vic as he remained immobile, struggling to sense where she was as she circled him silently.

”We all have decisions to make … decisions that will change our futures …”

She smiled noting that he was listening attentively.

”If I choose to … I can take a man … I can use him … I can kill him … “

She told him softly.

”If that is all he is worth … “

She halted behind him and ran her hand down his spine, her nails grazing his flesh gently.

”Lady M … she told me you were worthless … selfish … in need of a fitting punishment …

She removed her hand and began to walk around him moving to the front once more.

”She chose to be angered by your behaviour … “

She stroked his cheek once more.

”But you know this … don’t you pet?”

Her hand moved downwards playing along his chest.

”Just as you know that it is I who am charged with seeing that justice is served. “

She sensed his confusion, she saw him fight the doubts, the fear her words caused.
She watched his hands wondering if he would tear off the blindfold.

”Your life … your future … is in my hands pet … my decision … “

She watched the struggle that was playing out before her eyes.

"But ... how much you trust me ... is your decision ...
Isn't that right, my pet?"

She asked attempting to gentle him with her voice.

Vic Timberlake

She cuffed his hands with a moan of compliment and reassurance.

With that she began to show him just how free he was. She raised his hands to his blindfold and told him he could remove it.

He shook his head even before she said she did not want him to. He had given himself to her. She was his mistress. It was for her to remove his blindfold, if she chose to, not him.

She lowered his hands to his groin and told him he could cover himself from her eyes.

He raised them before she said she did not want him to. He was her property, to view, to use, as she saw fit. The word property stuck in his mind, circling like a record. It was at once frightening and exciting, constraining and liberating. He waited for her next words.

”You can choose to obey … or to satisfy your curiosity…”

No, Vic thought, he had no choice. He did not want to choose any more, not when he could listen to her delicate purr of command.

She continued onwards, her voice holding the promise of even more to come should he continue to be a good pet to her. She spoke of the instructions from Lady M and told him she could kill him, that his life was in her hands.

It was a needless threat.

He barely heard it.

He didn't need to, as every second he became more hers than his own.

"But ... how much you trust me ... is your decision ...
Isn't that right, my pet?" She asked.

Should he speak? She had asked a question, but did she want a vocal answer or a nod? Yet there was one thing he wanted to do, and he had to dare to risk her wrath.

"Mistress," he whispered. "I am yours. Yours to do with as you wish. Forgive me if I am forward, but I listen to your words. You say you like my erection, that having it exposed pleases you. Allow me to expose it, Mistress. Nothing you desire should be hidden from you."

His words were honey, delicate phrasing unlike the publicans language he normally spoke.

His bound hands swept down to the fabric of his boxers and with delicate movements he unfastened the buttons at the fly. Unrestrained now, his cock separated the material and rose into the air.

With that Vic lifted his hand to midwaist and turned his blind eyes back to the chest of drawers, wating for her reaction.

Gina Blake

Gina watched the man who knelt before her.
She waited, waited for him to speak or to move or to reach up to remove the blindfold.

"Mistress, I am yours. Yours to do with as you wish.”

She smiled fondly, but held her peace as he rushed on.

”Forgive me if I am forward, but I listen to your words.
You say you like my erection… that having it exposed pleases you.
Allow me to expose it, Mistress. Nothing you desire should be hidden from you."

Gina smiled at the sentiment then frowned as she watched vic reach down and unbutton his boxers, easing them downwards to reveal his cock.

For long moments she remained silent, her eyes on his erect twitching cock before letting out a long sigh, the first indication of her disappointment.

Without a word she walked away from him and reached into her bag, removing the item she sought.
Silently she returned to stand in front of her “pet”, who was still knelt and blindfolded.
She smiled. He had tried to be obedient … yet he was in need of direction.

”You say you wish to be mine. MINE to do with as I wish … and yet … you pursue your own need …”

She watched him as he knelt then moved swiftly to take his wrists, unclipping one cuff then pulling it roughly to secure once more behind his back.

She stood looking down at him once more, seeing his confusion.

”Why do you ask for permission to expose yourself without waiting to be granted My consent?”

Gina hesitated then continued.

”Think pet. Think.
Examine your conscience before you reply.
Did you free your cock for your own pleasure or for mine?”

Seeing him open his mouth to reply, Gina reached out, flicking her wrist, deftly using the toy she had just removed from her bag.
Soft leather straps flicked across vic’s chest.
She heard him gasp, in surprise, rather than pain at the erotic chastisement.

”Silence. Do not speak until I tell you.”

This time the soft leather trailed teasingly down his chest and down towards his groin, lingering before flicking and lashing firmly against his exposed cock.

”You freed … this … “

Again the leather trailed his hardened member.

”To please yourself...”

Gina withdrew the soft cat o’ nine and ran it through her fingers, enjoying the sensuous touch of the leather as it rippled downwards.

”If I had desired to see your cock, I would have ordered you to expose yourself, or stripped you myself.”

Her voice was soft, but icy. Once again she walked around vic, circling him slowly.

”Instead … of allowing the decision to me …
The decision as to how I would first see your cock …
How I would have you reveal yourself to me …
Instead of offering yourself fully to me … for me to take … and view … and use … as I wish …
You have robbed me of that first pleasure … by your selfishness.“

Gina returned to stand before the man kneeling before her.
Silence hung in the air.

”What do you have to say for yourself …? “

The request showed more disappointment than harshness.
Even as the last work left her lips, Gina turned and walked away across the room.
She sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, withdrawing her attention from him and awaiting his words.

Vic Timberlake

She was angry with him, or so he believed. He could tell from her voice which chided him more than her words.

”Why do you ask for permission to expose yourself without waiting to be granted My consent?" She said, her voice hard like the lump in his throat. "Think pet. Think.
Examine your conscience before you reply.
Did you free your cock for your own pleasure or for mine?”

Vic opened his mouth to speak, to tell her he was doing it for her pleasure. It was true that he wanted her to want him, but the more she controlled him the less he was willing to act on his wants. However, when she had said she preferred he not hide from her he had decided to make sure he was not hidden. She hadn't specifically told him to expose himself, but he hoped that by doing so she would see that he was committed to being whatever she wanted - whether that was exposed, or whatever.

Before he could speak, something cut across his chest. It wasn't hard, but it was shocking. Vic gasped and struggled not to cry out. It was strangely arousing in fact, surprisingly so as he felt the tremor shiver through to his balls.

”Silence. Do not speak until I tell you.” Her voice was dominant, harsh in an exciting way. ”You freed … this … “ And the whip lashed against his cock once more making him swallow a gasp of surprised pleasure. ”To please yourself...”

Vic steadied himself. He wanted to deny what she was saying, to explain to her that his motives had been to please her, but that would only push her away. Instead he stayed silent and waited.

Her chastisement continued as she made it plain that he should have waited. He flushed with shame as she informed him that he had robbed her of choosing how to see him, realizing then just how stupid he had been.

And then she told him to explain... and walked away.

Vic paused and tried to still his swirling mind. He had done it to please her, but that would not be what she wanted to hear. He wanted to turn around and plead with her now, prostrate himself before her. But she had not given him permission to do that. She had simply told him to explain and so he did.

"Mistress. I am sorry. I had no right to do that, none at all."

But how could he explain? She was wrong that he did it for himself, he did it because he wanted to please her.

Vic stopped.

He ran that sentence back through his mind.

He did it because HE WANTED to please her.

She hadn't given him permission to please her. She hadn't told him to do anything.

"Mistress... I think I understand now and... and I am truly sorry. I did it because my only desire is to please you, but it is not my desires that matter. It is yours. I should have let you tell me whether to please you and how."

He blinked away the humiliating realization.

"If you choose to leave me for what I did... I will say nothing."

And with that he fell silent, staring forward into the blindfold, waiting and listening to see if she walked out of the room.

Gina Blake

"Mistress. I am sorry. I had no right to do that, none at all."

Vic could not know, but she had kicked off her boots and was laid across his bed watching him carefully.
She saw him stop … pause … consider …
She smiled … she could almost see a light dawning …

"Mistress... I think I understand now and... and I am truly sorry.
I did it because my only desire is to please you, but it is not my desires that matter. It is yours.
I should have let you tell me whether to please you and how."

Gina saw a tremor run through his body.
The admission was sincere, as was the apology.
With training … he would truly be an asset … Lady M did not know what she had missed out on!

"If you choose to leave me for what I did... I will say nothing."

He was stating that he would not report her intrusion, her threats, her earlier attack on him.

”You will indeed say nothing … if you value your life ... “

She told him smoothly, her voice even and matter of fact.
Yet all the time she watched him.
He truly thought she would leave him… now … ?
Now he was so close to giving her everything …?

”Come here, pet …”

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
She sat upright, feet hanging from his bed and tapped the side, calling him over.
She watched him move blindly over, seeking her out on the bed.
She reached down and patted his head as he knelt before her.

She gave a soft sigh and rubbed her now stockinged feet along his chest.

”Why do you speak of leaving? My decision is already made…”

Gina told him softly.
Dropping a kiss on his forehead, she gazed earnestly down at him before continuing.

”My words no longer frighten you, do they pet?”

She smiled as he shook his head.

”Good. You MUST understand that because it is not your fear I want… not now … “

A thumb caressed his cheek reassuringly.

”You do understand Vic?”

She asked softly reaching out to knit her fingers through his hair.

”Pet … “

Her voice was husky with promise as she tightened her grasp and pulled his head firmly to face her making it impossible for him to hide his expression from her.

” … it is your submission I want … “

Her other hand moved to his cock and began to stroke it firmly.

”Submission on MY terms.
You have offered yourself to me, but you must mean it …
I will own you … all that you are … all that you will become …
Vic … you are MINE, even now as you struggle to please me ...
And in time … you will be my toy … my plaything … my slave ...”

Gina released his cock and relaxed her grip in his hair, her fingers beginning to toy and stroke across his scalp.

”There is so much for you to learn, so much I could teach you.”

She paused, her hands stilling.

”If you choose to serve me … accept my authority … “

She reached forward and captured his face between her hands, her gentle touch surrounding his face.
Her voice was just a soft caress.

”You want to be safe, don’t you pet … ?
You want to be protected … ?
You want to be treasured … ? “

Her breath caressed his cheek.

”Then all you have to do … is to surrender to me … completely this time …”

Her lips pressed against his lips in a gentle kiss.

"Tell me your deepest desires ... you greatest fears ..."

Reaching over, Gina unclipped the cuffs and let the restraints fall on the floor with a clatter.
She guided his wrists back to the front of her body and laid his hands upon her feet and guided him to rub them.

"Pleasure me..."

She commanded as she released his now attentive hands.

"Convince me you are worthy of my ownership.
But … be warned … once you become my property … I will NEVER let you go …”

Vic Timberlake

Her response to his statement made him bridle briefly. She didn't understand what he meant and had threatened him. His words were not a statement of his intention to tell the police what had happened, that wasn't even in his thoughts any more except when she raised the idea, it was a statement that he would not object were she to desert him. Then she demanded he approach.

Vic stood and staggered blindly across the room. He steadied himself, forcing himself to relax. This was his bedroom, as known to him as his own flesh despite the alien feelings of the night. He could walk round here blindfold. As she demanded it, he would. Slowly, carefully, he came to kneel before her and sighed as a stockinged foot caressed his chest.

”My words no longer frighten you, do they pet?” she asked after kissing his forehead, he shook his head in honest reverence. It would make as much sense to be afraid of a goddess, a thought that sent a shiver down his spine.

”Good. You MUST understand that because it is not your fear I want… not now … You do understand Vic?”

The name sounded alien to him now, which was a shocking revelation in itself. She had changed him so much in what? an hour, two? It was probably less than even this. He was even beginning to feel accustomed to the change, as though a veil had been lifted and he had for the first time felt who he was.

"...Pet," she changed the name to the one he had earned. ” … it is your submission I want … “

With that she took hold of his cock and squeezed it. Vic refused to let himself respond, he had not been given permission. Her words took on a magical quality as she explained what his submission meant.

A part of his mind tried to rebel. The pub, he had a responsibility to run the pub. The thought was crushed by another part that wondered what papers would need to be filled to sign his property to her.

And her voice continued, asking what his needs were. Safety? Protection? He shook his head softly. But to be treasured. He nodded. Treasured; it was a good word, being both affectionately possessive and denied of any humanity. He would be her jewel.

”Then all you have to do … is to surrender to me … completely this time …” She said, granting him the honor of a kiss. "Tell me your deepest desires ... you greatest fears ..." she demanded. Then, as he prepared to speak, she freed his hands and placed her foot in them, demanding pleasure.

Vic was slow to start. He had once massaged someone's foot, but that was for medical reasons, not for pleasure. He did not know how to please someone that way. A guiding touch of her hand in his hair told him, trust yourself, feel, don't think.

And he began to stroke. His fingers traced their strength across the bones of her foot in long strokes. He used his palms then to massage her instep, and he confesed.

"Mistress, I do not know. I thought I knew, but I do not. I thought I wanted to serve my customers and look after my pub, I do not... unless you wish me to. I thought I wanted to find a wife... I do not, I am yours now. To take or to leave, as you wish..."

He bent to kiss her foot, holding her steady as his lips traced over her stocking, enjoying the musk of her heat.

"Mistress I want to serve you, but I do not know what that means. I want what you want me to want."

His lips nuzzled against her toes as he struggled to put words around strange thoughts and feelings.

"I want to be yours... and I fear I will not be good enough for you. I want to please you and I fear I do not know how. I fear you will leave me... if not now, some day. And I no longer have the right to object."