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[marauder13]

Nicholas felt some minor changes in the feel of Tameka's body next to his. It felt to him as though she tensed up momentarily before relaxing again. He wanted to know what she had thought to cause such a reaction, because whatever it was that she thought, it was not a good thought as far was he was concerned.

“I’ll do my best, Master.” Her voice was soft, and slightly sad. He caught the act of Tameka wiping away a tear as she looked up to his face again.

"That is all I ask, Tameka. I know you can do this, because deep down that is something you want." He pressed his lips against hers in another tender, but chaste, kiss. "You have been doing excellently today, Tameka."

Nicholas' hand started to roam her body again. The flat of his hand caressed her naked flesh, gently enjoying the feel of her body once more. Where before, he avoided arousal points, this time he included them. His hand swept down from her shoulder over her breast. He let his hand come to a stop, his well splayed fingers easily encompassing her entire breast. He rotated his palm slowly over the top of her breast, enjoying the different tactile sensations that he got from his gentle play.

"You have a great body, Tameka. Very sexy. But you know that already. You would go to nightclubs, flirting and dancing with men. You knew how well you aroused them." He pulled his hand away from her breast, until the tips of his fingers found her nipple. His forefinger and thumb took the point of her breast, firmly pressing the captured flesh, rotating it slightly before letting it go. He cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it and testing the firmness.

"But would you let any of the men do what you knew they wanted? Did you let yourself receive the rewards for your efforts in arousing them? Of course not. You couldn't offend Ben, could you? Did the man you pledged yourself to know how you would flirt and tease at the nightclubs with your friends? How you would almost offer yourself to others? But you allowed yourself to remain true to a man that couldn't give you what you needed." Nicholas' hand continued to move about her torso, continuing the caressing he had started earlier.

"But you wont have that problem anymore, Tameka. You can flirt all you want. Tempt and tease with that sexy gift you have been given and grown into. Because you will be rewarded. I will have you screaming loud and proud with orgasms that no one else has ever given you. I know I have made you come since you arrived here. Not to mention learning something new about what arouses you."

His hand came to rest just above her pussy. He looked at Tameka's face, intently watching her reactions to what he was about to do. He moved his hand up and down along her slit, catching the folds of her skin there between his fingers to give them some extra sensation as his fingers moved back and forth. There was no other pressure applied to the area. His hand slid over her, caressing her outer reaches of her sex. After several such passes, his middle finger delved a little deeper, running along the sexual canal from the gateway to her deeper self all the way up to her clit.

Rubs and flickers by his finger teased that little point of hardening flesh. His digit danced around, pressing here, touching there, a light brushing flick somewhere else. All of that gave way to a more intensive attention that saw Nicholas making almost constant contact as he moved his finger around in a more stimulating frenzy. But no sooner than it started, it stopped as his finger plunged into her welcoming depths. Smooth, rhythmic actions of his finger as it sank deeper into her, rubbed her in sensitive places on the way out, only to dive in again, repeating the cycle. Nicholas kept his gaze on Tameka's face as he continued to let his finger arouse her.

The ring finger slipped in as well, and the action became faster, a little rougher. More raw. He wanted to see her face as he made her cum. He wanted to see the mix of pleasure and pain that the little death brought to her. He desired to give her a little pleasure for all the pleasure she gave to him. His actions continued, varying slightly as he saw what worked and what didn't. He pushed her relentlessly until he felt, and heard her peak.

He watched her in genuine delight as she experienced her orgasm in all of it's glory. He held his hand still, his fingers buried deep within, pressing them against the tough patch of skin hidden within. He loved the sight of Tameka in the throws of passion, more so when he was the one responsible. He basked in the glory of her glow until she calmed from his gift.

"I am glad you enjoyed that, Tameka. Do you like it when your Master can make you cum like that? You definitely like it when he takes you for his pleasure. Does it make you feel better knowing that you are so desired? That there is someone who finds you so sexy that he will fuck you when the mood strikes? I would have to say that going from your body's reactions, Tameka, you like it a lot."

Nicholas kissed her flushed cheek softly, letting the hand that brought her to her peak caress her lower torso and upper legs.

"As long as you remain well behaved for the rest of the day, Tameka, you will be able to shower before you go to sleep tonight."

 

[monique_minx]

"That is all I ask, Tameka. I know you can do this, because deep down that is something you want."

As Nicholas leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers in an affectionate and reassuring manner, Tameka decided she didn’t agree with it. The voice inside slammed his words down in a roar of protest.

‘What a load of crap! Just because you want something doesn’t mean you can get it!’ Tameka’s eyes tightened in a wince but still the voice of Alyria continued, ‘I want a million-fucking-dollars! Oh look! Nothing happened! That’s a shocker!’

Nicholas broke the kiss off and cut into Alyria’s silent rant with words of his own, “You have been doing excellently today, Tameka.”

‘…Actually, I’d like ten-fucking-dollars considering he took it all when he put me here.’ Alyria finished in a mutter and cut herself off inside Tameka as Nicholas’ hand began to run over her skin.

He began innocently as he had before but then he changed it up as his hand toyed with her breast and Tameka’s breathing became significantly shallow, quicker as she became dough to be kneaded, shaped and eaten - mauled. She was nervous, not knowing what to expect from him but she also knew that to stop him by even batting his hand away as she wished was to tempt a punishment far worse than a mere groping.

"You have a great body, Tameka. Very sexy. But you know that already. You would go to nightclubs, flirting and dancing with men. You knew how well you aroused them."

Tameka flushed bright red as Nicholas spoke openly of her promiscuity and she gasped in surprise as his fingers captured her nipple. His slight rotation of it sent shivers through her skin as the nipple hardened slightly before he released it to cup her whole breast. He bounced the flesh in his hand and squeezed gently. Tameka felt the creeping sensation of examination as Nicholas tested the breast beneath his palm. She wondered fleetingly why he would do so but then had a rather unnerving flash of all kinds of horrid cosmetic surgery on her tiny breasts before Nicholas cut into those thoughts again.

"But would you let any of the men do what you knew they wanted? Did you let yourself receive the rewards for your efforts in arousing them? Of course not. You couldn't offend Ben, could you? Did the man you pledged yourself to know how you would flirt and tease at the nightclubs with your friends? How you would almost offer yourself to others? But you allowed yourself to remain true to a man that couldn't give you what you needed."

His hand continued its caresses but Tameka ignored it, utterly lost to Nicholas’ words. She felt his hand was almost punishing her for teasing those many men. She would occasionally tease several and have them all dance with her in some kind of depraved, lascivious and grinding sandwich. All the while imagining some six men gangbanging her, using her, fucking her until she’d plead for mercy…then ignoring her pleas and stopping her struggles as they continued pounding her, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her exhausted body.

Tameka ceased that line of thought as her pussy began to gush and Nicholas went on, "But you wont have that problem anymore, Tameka. You can flirt all you want. Tempt and tease with that sexy gift you have been given and grown into. Because you will be rewarded. I will have you screaming loud and proud with orgasms that no one else has ever given you. I know I have made you come since you arrived here. Not to mention learning something new about what arouses you."

Her mind raced to remember what he had learned about her as his hand settled above her mound. Tameka knew she had precious seconds to waste before his hand made its move and her mind would become useless to her. As Nicholas’ eyes levelled with hers; Tameka recalled her rather embarrassing reaction to his painful punishment - the spanking. Her cheeks lit up in a light pink hue over her newly found masochistic tendencies but she held her emotions about his current intentions behind those bright brown eyes.

His fingers slid down her lower lips and up again. They grasped here and pinched there but always released her without pain. He was like a cat playing with a dead mouse - preparing to devour it. His middle finger made its first run up to her clit and Tameka’s eyes flew wide open, a gasp of surprise and arousal escaped her mouth as his finger hit a nerve that sent shivers up her spine. It was so intense that Tameka had to force herself to be still after her hips started wriggling of their own accord.

It was a short lived reprieve because not long after; Nicholas’ fingers began a dance of stimulation that sent Tameka’s nervous system into overdrive. She arched her back and allowed her lashes to flutter to a close as Nicholas continued to watch her face intently. With her vision blacked out; Tameka felt free to open her tightly pressed lips and release the pent up moans within.

He didn’t always hit the correct spot but he learnt fast enough to have Tameka screaming in no time at all. She writhed and arched like a Cujo bitten Exorcist actress taking ecstasy as she reached her peak in a thunderous crescendo, panting heavily and relaxing painfully clenched fists as she came down. Her eyes opening in a feeble manner as Nicholas reminded her of his presence.

"I am glad you enjoyed that, Tameka. Do you like it when your Master can make you cum like that? You definitely like it when he takes you for his pleasure. Does it make you feel better knowing that you are so desired? That there is someone who finds you so sexy that he will fuck you when the mood strikes? I would have to say that going from your body's reactions, Tameka, you like it a lot."

Tameka was thankful that the orgasmic glow in her cheeks hid the fiery blush that lit up her insides as Nicholas kissed her. She couldn’t make heads or tails of what he’d said but something deep inside her brain claimed it as useful information that Tameka could find helpful later on. Before Tameka could pursue that train of thought and figure it out; Nicholas broke into it.

"As long as you remain well behaved for the rest of the day, Tameka, you will be able to shower before you go to sleep tonight."

“Thank you Master.” Was what came from her mouth but inside; she was in turmoil.

‘It’s different on paper. On paper it can be erased or changed and in reality - you’re stuck. I’m stuck. Hours and hours of BDSM porn; watching big boobed, blonde bimbos fail miserably at what I consider to be easy. I’d put a squat into practise and hold something in my hand at home and I can do it for an hour! Now I find I probably couldn’t last the full fifteen minutes the blonde can! So, perhaps the pressure of a dominant’s gaze does make a difference. Perhaps the strain of holding perfection for another is much more difficult than holding it for myself. I try to see it as a challenge but failure seems a much harder fall from this perch…’

‘Yeah…’ That second voice broke in, ‘…Meh! Either way, you still wreak!’

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas had been pleased with Tameka's efforts overall through the day. Even her punishment had turned out to be very useful in other ways that he would use later. He was really looking forward to seeing how she would be when he put her across his knee, and spanked her until she was sopping wet. And if she reacted in that manner to spanking, what of canning? Flogging and whipping?

Seemingly out of nowhere, the idea came to him. It was so fitting that he almost laughed with joy over it. He continued to hold Tameka, once more letting his hand continue to roam over his slave, touching her how he wanted where he wanted. He moved his hand back to her breasts, caressing them know he had a better idea of how they felt. He caught her nipple between the sides of two fingers, slowly pulling them up and letting them snap back. He let his fingers massage the firm flesh of her breasts before capturing her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed, rolled, pulled lightly on the hard buds, constantly changing what he did, and how hard he did it.

"I'm sure after everything that has happened so far, you would be getting a little hungry, Tameka. But, before I go and get you your food, I will tell you about what is going to happen on my return. I am going to test you, Tameka. See how good you are at being my slave. I will give you tasks to perform, and I will judge you on how well you do at them. If you manage to not be disciplined in that time, and you please me, I will remove the chain from your ankle, allowing you full freedom of movement within this room."

He gave her some time to let the news sink in. He took his hand away from her breast, letting it again move through her hair, which was slowly reverting to its natural colour and state. He massaged her scalp lightly, letting his fingers wander all over the top of her head. He smoothed her hair, moving it out of her face.

"They will all be tasks that you have done before, or know about well enough that you should be able to handle them. You will also need to remember all of your instructions, Tameka, and follow those as well." His hand went to the side of her face, cupping it softly and guiding her to look at him. "You are progressing well, Tameka. Today you have shown me that you have the potential to achieve this goal. I know it wont be easy, but it is within your reach." He stroked the side of her face with the tips of his fingers. "You still have plenty of fight within you, Tameka. I can feel it. You resist when we start something, then you realise it is what you want, what you desire and then you embrace it and enjoy it.

"I have used you for my own pleasure a few times, and I could tell you didn't like it. Yet, how many times did you play out that fantasy with me? Being taken by one man, or many men, and fucked without any thought about whether you liked it or not. How often while you openly were saying "no", and calling on them to stop, did you secret enjoy it? I remember times when you had to ease your own lusts in the middle of the play. And look at you now. Taken against your will by a man who has used you many times, and had you cum many times. A man that you have willingly sucked his cock, swallowed his cum. A man that you possibly don't like, nor love.

"By the end of today, Tameka, it is my aim to have you begging me to fuck you. Something tells me that it is something that you are looking forward to as well. You are a rather sexual creature, Tameka, and one with some delightful tastes as well. I know you want to beg a man to take you and fuck you well. You can do that with me, Tameka. Also, I will take you and fuck you when I please, which I know makes you happy as well."

He guided her into a kiss. He lets his lips work hers, controlling how they kissed, how long and how deeply. When he lifted his mouth from hers, he looked into her eyes.

"I have dreamt of this for a long time, Tameka. Of having you here, serving me as you desire. Embracing your true self and allowing me the honour of being the one to witness it all. But don't worry, Tameka, I wont let my heart get in the way of your journey. I will be the stern Master if it is needed."

He gave her a light kiss as he got out of the bed. "Remember, Tameka, when I return with your lunch, the testing begins. Don't forget anything you've been taught, or learned." He walked to the door, unlocking it and leaving her view.

 

[monique_minx]

Tameka had this strange sensation strike her in those few moments of Nicholas' possessive exploration of her bust. She couldn't decide if it was a thought, a feeling or both but she felt oddly detached from her own breasts; as if they were not hers but Nicholas'. She blanked her expression in some desperation; hoping Nicholas would overlook the slight arch of her back or the squirm in her hips as he continued to touch up her bosom. When her feet started a slow slide over each other; she was grateful that Nicholas broke the silence and the spell cast over her by his fingertips.

"I'm sure after everything that has happened so far, you would be getting a little hungry, Tameka. But, before I go and get you your food, I will tell you about what is going to happen on my return. I am going to test you, Tameka. See how good you are at being my slave. I will give you tasks to perform, and I will judge you on how well you do at them. If you manage to not be disciplined in that time, and you please me, I will remove the chain from your ankle, allowing you full freedom of movement within this room."

Tameka's eyes widened suddenly with the news of this prize, she would be tested but could earn the right to a certain amount of freedom. This was something she would desire more than anything, a challenge she desperately wanted to win! But, her heart sunk a little when she realized that these tasks could be anything from pain endurance to stamina to god knows what kind of humiliation or degradation. She felt instant deflation as her imagination ran wild with ideas of what this 'test' could hold. Tameka barely noticed Nicholas' hands running through her hair until he spoke again.

"They will all be tasks that you have done before, or know about well enough that you should be able to handle them. You will also need to remember all of your instructions, Tameka, and follow those as well."

Nicholas' hand gently gripped her chin and guided her to look at him, his words had done little to ease her tension, her imagination still running a muck behind the scenes. The fear of this test shone gently in her bright brown eyes which stung with yet more fear of being disappointed. This was a particular fear; the fear of failure.

"You are progressing well, Tameka. Today you have shown me that you have the potential to achieve this goal. I know it wont be easy, but it is within your reach. You still have plenty of fight within you, Tameka. I can feel it. You resist when we start something, then you realise it is what you want, what you desire and then you embrace it and enjoy it."

Tameka sucked in her lower lip briefly but continued to listen to all he had to say, trying to take it in as best she could in the hopes he would let slip some hint of what was to come.

"I have used you for my own pleasure a few times, and I could tell you didn't like it. Yet, how many times did you play out that fantasy with me? Being taken by one man, or many men, and fucked without any thought about whether you liked it or not. How often while you openly were saying "no", and calling on them to stop, did you secretly enjoy it? I remember times when you had to ease your own lusts in the middle of the play. And look at you now. Taken against your will by a man who has used you many times, and had you cum many times. A man that you have willingly sucked his cock, swallowed his cum. A man that you possibly don't like, nor love."

It was at this point that Tameka's eyes dropped to stare at her chest though her face remained in Nicholas' hold. She had felt ravaged and dare she say raped by Nicholas but could not deny it one iota to herself that it had nowhere near 'killed' or dulled her fantasies on the idea. Indeed, it had strengthened them and given them even more doorways into others realms of imagination.

"By the end of today, Tameka, it is my aim to have you begging me to fuck you. Something tells me that it is something that you are looking forward to as well. You are a rather sexual creature, Tameka, and one with some delightful tastes as well. I know you want to beg a man to take you and fuck you well. You can do that with me, Tameka. Also, I will take you and fuck you when I please, which I know makes you happy as well."

Tameka's cheeks lit up like taillights on a car at night with the last of his little speech. She said nothing but as much as her mind had an all out brawl trying to deny everything, it was true and truth would win out...but only inside her head! She could never say that to Nicholas! Tameka lifted her eyes as Nicholas pressed her into a long languorous kiss where he controlled all motion, depth and length. He broke the kiss when he desired it, not when she tried to pull back.

"I have dreamt of this for a long time, Tameka. Of having you here, serving me as you desire. Embracing your true self and allowing me the honour of being the one to witness it all. But don't worry, Tameka, I wont let my heart get in the way of your journey. I will be the stern Master if it is needed."

Tameka swallowed back the soft whimper of fear she felt at the end of his statement and nodded dumbly as he gave her a light kiss and got off the bed.

"Remember, Tameka, when I return with your lunch, the testing begins. Don't forget anything you've been taught, or learned."

The moment he was out of sight, Tameka was grappling with her mind in a struggle to remember everything he'd ever said, done or anything they'd talked about. She was running over rules, positions, techniques and every conversation they'd ever had in those few minutes. By the time Nicholas returned, she had well and truly worked herself into a frenzy and wasn't paying attention as he entered. She was staring at the bed sheets stuck in 'la-la' land.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas went upstairs to prepare Tameka's meal. He was starting to get excited about the upcoming test. He knew that Tameka would pass it, because everything he had planned, she had already done while his slave. She wanted to be free of the chain so badly that it would inspire her to do her absolute best, which in turn would make for a great time for them both.

He brought his excitement under control, making sure that he would be able to see the test through fairly, and at the end of it, to reward her well for her efforts. He focused in the discovery that she was aroused by spanking, even spanking that was meant as a punishment.

"I must ask her what about the spanking aroused her. Whether is was the pain of the blows, or the humiliation of being punished in that particular manner. Knowing which it was will make it easier to tailor her play sessions to maximize the positive outcomes. God, she is so sexy when she stops fighting and accepts how she feels about what is happening. When we fucked, she fought it at first. Then she would stop, and listen to her body's reaction and then run with that. Then the sex got even better for us both." He continued to go about preparing her food for her, making sure that he didn't make any mistakes through his lack of concentration. "I'm sure that most of what she is doing normally is an act to please me. But that's fine. The more she does it, the more ingrained it becomes and then it will no longer be an act."

He rested his hands on the counter, looking out the window. "When she finally sees who she is, accepts it and draws on it, she will be amazing. Nothing will stop her from getting her goals. Someone out there will be one lucky man when she finds her dominant. Yes, seeing her finally bloom will be the greatest reward for me."

He got her food poured into the cup, and grabbed a new bottle of water for her. He made his way down the stairs briskly, not wanting to delay the testing any longer than necessary. He opened the door, and looked at her on the bed. It took him but a moment to determine she was awake, so he waited for her to respond to his presence and greet him properly. But she didn't move. He was not silent with his arrival, and in the past, she responded in a quick enough time frame. But this time, the pause dragged on. His anger grew sharply until he punched the door with the hand that clenched her water bottle. He waited until she looked at him before he turned and left her in the room.

He stormed into the kitchen, slamming both containers on the table. "She's fucking failed already?!? What the hell is going on with her?" His anger was more self focused that focused on her. He hadn't thought of how he would punish her for her failure of the test, because he placed too much faith in her abilities as his slave. He eased the anger out of him, letting it boil away and leaving him calmer. Punishing a slave while angry was never a good idea, and invariably made things worse.

"Tameka forgot the simplest thing of all the test, greeting me as her Master. It seems that she has forgotten what it means to be a slave. Her punishment will be a lesson. A lesson to remind her of who she is right now." Nicholas grabbed a sturdy chair, and placed it near the top of the stairway to her room. He grabbed his bag that he put his gear in, loading it with all of what he needed to carry through with his lesson for Tameka. Once everything was in the bag, he went down stairs to teach Tameka an important lesson.

He walked across the room to the bench, placing his bag down. He walked over to a spot what he had worked out for something he had planned for another time, and placed the chair down, facing the bench. The chair was within reach of Tameka's chain. He went back to the bag, removing a digital video camera on a small stand, placing it carefully on the bench, and starting it. Nicholas had configured it so that the chair was the central point of the camera's field of vision. He took out a special manacle, plus a length of soft rope. He went over to where Tameka was, quickly lying her on her belly. He got both of her arms behind her back, bending them so each hand was close to the other arm's elbow. He then manacled the arms in place, then used the rope to tie her biceps into place and restrict her arm movements.

"I am most disappointed with you, Tameka. You forgot the easiest part of the test, the one thing that you are supposed to do whenever I come into the room. You failed to greet me as you were instructed. It seems to me that you are forgetting that you are My slave. Your punishment, Tameka, will be a reminder of your status." He grabbed her hair by hooking his fingers in her locks, using it to roughly guide her to her feet. He took her over to beside the chair, where he sat down. He drew her across his lap, with her arse pointed a little higher that her back. Without any further warning, he commenced to strike her arse hard with his open hand. He didn't use all of his strength, but he made sure that it stung badly. He struck everywhere, with the purpose of making her entire arse glow red.

"This turns you on, doesn't it, Tameka." He spoke as the slaps rained down on her rear. "Even though this is because you were disobedient, you will probably still end up getting all horny. Will your cunt be wet by the time I'm finished? Will you be thinking of how good it will feel having your Master's cock buried in that hot, wet cunt of yours? I'd say that by the end of this, you'll want nothing more than to be used hard and rough and made to cum loudly regardless of what you tell anyone else." His hand continued to smack her firm derriere until he could feel the heat coming off the abused skin.

He grabbed her hair again. He bent down as he lifted her up enough for his mouth to stop close beside her ear. "Tell me, Tameka, how do you feel right now? Are you ready to be used by your Master to please him? Are you going to beg for him to do delightfully wicked things to you? Are you going to plead to be dealt with in certain ways that excite you deeply? Will you give yourself over to him, knowing that he will give you what you need, and bring you to the peak of your personal heaven along the way?"

He gave her hair another tug, bowing her back further. "You had best answer me honestly, Tameka, leaving nothing out. I feel that you have not been fully truthful with me, which makes me sad to think that you don't want me to make things better for you. How can I help you if you don't tell me the truth.

"Now. Answer. Your. Master's. Questions... Slave."

 

[monique_minx]

OOC: I hope Marauder will forgive me my absence but I've had a VERY good night tonight and was in the mood for just this post
I hope the readers will forgive me, I have had a very busy 2011 and I'm gearing up for an even busier 2012 but I shall try to post a little more if I am able to. Enjoy!

Tameka’s eyes were glazed over in thought, she was sitting on the edge of a high level of stress; threatening to push her off the cliff and let her drown in her own worries. Thus, Nicholas’ subsequent entry to the room went unnoticed, to a point. When a loud and angry thud finally snapped her out of it with a startled jump but he was gone before she had the chance to blink and the door slammed loudly behind him.

Tameka sat there stunned in the silence, a tear rolled down her cheek before she even knew it was there. She knew without a doubt, she had already failed the test and Nicholas was anything but pleased with her. She smacked her hand against her head repeatedly in frustration and then gave the room a scream which seemed to echo on forever.

“Idiot. Idiot! Idiot!!” She yelled at herself vocally, angry with no one else.

When Nicholas re-entered the room, Tameka was all but prepared to leap off the bed and fall at his feet, begging for forgiveness but Nicholas didn’t even look at her, his hands full as he went about preparing the room for something else. He had brought a chair, a camera and some rope - this much was clear to Tameka as she edged closer to the bottom of the bed, gripping the pole where she crouched anxiously.

“Sir I-…” She began to say but stopped herself as Nicholas moved swiftly towards her and gripped her tightly, sending her flailing onto the bed before rolling her onto her belly.

He secured her arms in such a fashion that she would have no use of her hands or elbows and would need to rely on Nicholas if she somehow lost her balance.

Finally, he broke the silence, "I am most disappointed with you, Tameka. You forgot the easiest part of the test, the one thing that you are supposed to do whenever I come into the room. You failed to greet me as you were instructed. It seems to me that you are forgetting that you are My slave. Your punishment, Tameka, will be a reminder of your status."

“S-ssst!” Tameka hissed as his fingers curled into her now brown-coppery tresses tightly and lifted her from the bed with little grace. He drew her towards the chair where he sat, leaving her surprised as she had expected to be the one on the chair, within the focus of the camera. He wrenched her over his lap unceremoniously and suddenly the fog lifted and Tameka realized why he was the one sitting in the chair as her midriff splayed over his legs heavily and she released a soft groan.

And the spanks came. He rained a shower of stinging torment down upon her tiny derriere which had Tameka writhing, screaming and crying in his lap. The first spanks never seemed to hurt, it was when they were repeated in the same place to bring up that healthy red glow that Tameka felt the real pain of it. Nothing at all like she had ever experienced with her boyfriend…

‘Ex boyfriend.’ The voice in her head corrected, ’Even if he could possibly understand the extent of your fantasies and the reasons Nicholas kidnapped you, his tidy little family would have no place for the disgraceful whore you’ve become.’

Tameka hung her head shamefully for a moment but it snapped up as another smack came down and she released a pitiful sound that made a yelping dog sound like it was having a party. Then came the most humiliating part of the entire ordeal and Tameka’s eyes widened in stricken horror - she was getting wet! She was sure of it and her hips had started a gentle grind against Nicholas’ leg, to make matters worse; that’s when Nicholas decided to add his two cents.

"This turns you on, doesn't it, Tameka. Even though this is because you were disobedient, you will probably still end up getting all horny. Will you cunt be wet by the time I'm finished? Will you be thinking of how good it will feel having your Master's cock buried in that hot, wet cunt of yours? I'd say that by the end of this, you'll want nothing more than to be used hard and rough and made to cum loudly regardless of what you tell anyone else."

If Nicholas thought the shade of dark pink he had left on her ass was satisfying then he’d have been top dog to see the bright red that became of her cheeks as he spoke. Tameka let out a high squeak in response and let her head drop, praying her hair would hide her from Nicholas and the camera. But Nicholas would allow her no reprieve, he gripped her hair and jerked her neck upwards as his mouth bent to her ear and she felt his hot breath wash over every inch of her skin as he spoke.

"Tell me, Tameka, how do you feel right now? Are you ready to be used by your Master to please him? Are you going to beg for him to do delightfully wicked things to you? Are you going to plead to be dealt with in certain ways that excite you deeply? Will you give yourself over to him, knowing that he will give you what you need, and bring you to the peak of your personal heaven along the way?"

Tameka strained as her back stressed against the unnatural arch she was forced into and a whimper slipped from between her lips before she could stop it. She gasped sharply as Nicholas tugged her hair and required more of her spine by pulling her back even further.

"You had best answer me honestly, Tameka, leaving nothing out. I feel that you have not been fully truthful with me, which makes me sad to think that you don't want me to make things better for you. How can I help you if you don't tell me the truth?

"Now. Answer. Your. Master's. Questions... Slave."

‘He knows!’ The voice shrieked in her head instantly, ‘He knows how much of a dirty slut you are and how you liked that last spanking!’ It sounded almost psychotically happy about the whole thing and Tameka silenced it immediately lest it turn her into the blushing, babbling freak she tended to become when she was put on the spot about such things.

Fearing further retribution if she didn’t tell him the truth, Tameka’s lips parted, her tongue darted out to wet her dry, slightly cracked lips to answer him and what was the point of trying to hide it? He knew anyway.

She whispered hoarsely, the strain of the position etching its way into her words, “It’s true Sir, you must know that already.” The red light district couldn’t compare to how Tameka’s face burned with humiliation as she spoke, “I’m…” She coughed her way through the words, “…turned on right now Sir…because you’re spanking me. I’m humiliated having to admit it, having you know and the weird part is that makes me…wet…er… I’m ready Sir…” She trailed off, her eyes dimming before they sparked up again as she remembered something else she had wanted to tell him.

“And…I’m sorry Sir…for failing.”

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas saw what he thought was a battle going on with Tameka after he ask his questions and told her to answer them. He knew some of the reaction was due to the position, but there was something more there that he was certain meant she was having some internal argument.

“It’s true Sir, you must know that already. I’m… turned on right now Sir…because you’re spanking me. I’m humiliated having to admit it, having you know and the weird part is that makes me…wet…er… I’m ready Sir…”

He smiled, happy that she admitted it openly. He eased the hold on her slowly allowing her to relax across his lap. For Nicholas, this was an important step for Tameka, one worthy of rewarding. She couldn't try and hide from it anymore. Spanking aroused her because of the pain and humiliation. Nicholas would use both again in future to get her aroused before fucking her wonderful brains out. But before he could respond, she spoke again.

“And…I’m sorry Sir…for failing.”

Nicholas was almost struck dumb. Those words he never thought he would hear from her for weeks. But he heard her clearly. There was no sarcasm, no power plays. She declared her feelings about the test.

Nicholas gently helped her to her feet, before assisting her in straddling his lap. He pulled her in closer, pressing his inflating cock firmly between them just as her breasts were pressed against his chest. He looked deeply into Tameka's eyes, searching for any signs that she was less than truthful.

"Tameka, you have no idea how wonderful it was to hear all of that. Thank you for finally trusting your Master enough to speak of things that were not easy for you. But now, we can use that knowledge to expand the ways you can be enjoyed. Make you get aroused in different ways." One arm had been supporting her body, holding her tight against him. The other hand went up behind her head, drawing her into a tender kiss. His happiness at her revelations forged with his deep feelings for her to show her a different side to him. His kiss left little doubt about how he felt about her, and in that moment, he didn't care.

"No need to apologize, Tameka. Just learn from the error, and don't repeat it." He moved his hands to her battered arse, lifting her up enough to free his cock from between them. He aligned her, and slowly lowered her onto him. He let her take him in as deeply as he could go, leaving her to sit impaled on him. "What happens to you here, Tameka, is not all bad. Now, your Master will love you, rather than just use you. You deserve to know that what is being done to you is meant to build you up, not just tear you down." He slowly rocked his hips, making small thrusts within her. "You are a wonderful woman, Tameka. You refuse to see that. You refuse to acknowledge how you are. What you like. You know you're sexy, attractive. You flaunt it." He kissed her again; a brief flash of controlled passion. "Yet you don't like it and yourself. You have a killer body that craves the sex we have. I wouldn't change anything about it. Which is why I want you with your natural hair colour. It suits you, because it is you." The thrusts got a little deeper, longer.

"Tell me, Tameka, how do you feel right now? Having your Master love you rather than just fucking you? Do you like it? Do you like how he can decide what you do and leave you with no choice? Do you like it that he can have you however he wants, whenever he wants? Being truthful brings you many, many rewards, Tameka."

He paused, buried deep within her, looking her straight in the eyes. "Tell me honestly, Tameka, what do you think about me?"

 

[monique_minx]

Her arms still bound tightly behind her, Tameka was easily thrown off balance as Nicholas swiftly changed her position until her prone, naked body straddled him. Her breasts protruded obscenely and squashed against his muscled pectorals, his semi-hard cock gently brushing against her bare thigh. She barely held his eye contact, it felt like he was burning laser beams into her as he tried to figure out if she was being honest with him.

"Tameka, you have no idea how wonderful it was to hear all of that. Thank you for finally trusting your Master enough to speak of things that were not easy for you. But now, we can use that knowledge to expand the ways you can be enjoyed. Make you get aroused in different ways."

She didn’t have anything to say, her cheeks were flushed cherry red with the idea that Nicholas would use the information she just provided him…no, it was more the idea of how he would use it. She was spared any satire from that pesky voice inside her head for the moment and Nicholas’ lips swooped a gentle kiss from her, assuring her of his sincerity…although, Tameka mused silently, his sincerity was not the question.

"No need to apologize, Tameka. Just learn from the error, and don't repeat it."

‘Easier said than done’, Tameka thought to herself, stopping short of blurting that out to Nicholas, she really had to get control of this foot in mouth issue of hers. Nicholas’ hands moved and lifted her, helpless to do anything but submit, Tameka found herself slowly being impaled on Nicholas’ rock hard cock. She exhaled sharply as she slid slowly down its length, she still wasn’t accustomed to the gushing sensation of her vagina whenever Nicholas deemed it worth fucking. It turned her on to be bound, helpless, having him pleasantly conversing with her as though nothing untoward was happening at all.

"What happens to you here, Tameka, is not all bad. Now, your Master will love you, rather than just use you. You deserve to know that what is being done to you is meant to build you up, not just tear you down."

‘Yep….talking like there’s absolutely nothing weird about this at all…fuck he feels good…’ Tameka couldn’t stifle the moan as he began to make small thrusts, plumbing her depths with his instrument as gravity continued to ensure she was in deep – literally.

"You are a wonderful woman, Tameka. You refuse to see that. You refuse to acknowledge how you are. What you like. You know you're sexy, attractive. You flaunt it."

If she had been in her right mind, she may have blushed at that moment, ‘come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve been in my right mind since I got here!’

‘If I’m so wonderful then fuck me like a beast, damn it!’ Tameka was so incredibly turned on, the spanking, the conversation and above all; when Nicholas spoke to her like a dirty whore, knowing she was turned on by the pain he was inflicting, knowing that even if she was crying – her pussy was gushing like Niagara Falls. That made it worse, the humiliation that he knew had her coming apart, she could have begged him to fuck her and it was only her pride holding her back. She shouldn’t like this! She shouldn’t want him! Crave him! Need him to hammer her brains out so desperately! She had never longed for an orgasm the way she hungered for one from Nicholas.

He claimed her lips quickly and continued those slow, controlled thrusts as he spoke evenly, "Yet you don't like it and yourself. You have a killer body that craves the sex we have. I wouldn't change anything about it. Which is why I want you with your natural hair colour. It suits you, because it is you."

Tameka felt a small, guttural moan escape her mouth as he deepened the thrusts and made it last a little longer. It was driving her mad that he wouldn’t just fuck her senseless already!

"Tell me, Tameka, how do you feel right now? Having your Master love you rather than just fucking you? Do you like it? Do you like how he can decide what you do and leave you with no choice? Do you like it that he can have you however he wants, whenever he wants? Being truthful brings you many, many rewards, Tameka."

Tameka snapped from her sex filled haze and the blood drained from her face with the thought of wracking her brain to answer as his thrusts ceased altogether and he looked her straight in the eyes.

"Tell me honestly, Tameka, what do you think about me?"

Tameka paused, considering her answer carefully, she wouldn't lie to him about this and she hoped that the truth wouldn't cost her much of her skin.

“I…am turned on…obviously…you know that.” She swallowed uncomfortably and dropped her gaze, she couldn't say this while looking at his face even though she was positive he was gauging her every nuance right now, “I never liked making decisions for myself. I told you that. It used to really bug me when asking Ben where we should go for dinner would only get an ‘I don’t care’ or ‘I don’t know…whatever you want’.” She mimicked Ben in a dull, drone tone.

“I like…that you use me as you please.” She coughed and squeezed his cock involuntarily with her cunt muscles, “I think my feelings for you scare me more here and now than they did before. Technically you still abducted me and I am of two minds about it. I can’t deny that I have feelings for you, I don’t know what they are or where they lead yet.” Tameka spoke hurriedly, as if she were running a marathon speech with each word coming out faster than the last, she took this opportunity to take a breath before more words tumbled out of her mouth, “I can’t fight my natural instincts…Sir.” She added, realizing she had not addressed him personally once yet and didn’t want to be punished for any infraction as she bared her soul, still refusing to look at his face, “And obviously, controlling my anger at any point is going to be a problem. I have always spoken my mind. Especially to you. When I give you what you want...I give in to you because my instincts tell me to survive, I can’t honestly tell you if I am behaving because I feel submissive or because I am terrified of punishment.”

There! She said it! She finally put it to words! Tameka shuddered sadly, holding back tears as she jammed a nail in her own coffin. He would never let her outside as long as he thought she was merely playing a part for him. It had to be real, surely it had to be real for him to consider that. She hoped he would appreciate her honesty, she was glad she told him and hadn't lied but the repercussions were great…which was why it was so odd to her that she had been upfront.

‘Hang on a minute…did you tell him for him…or for you?’ The voice whispered and Tameka had no response.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas enjoyed seeing Tameka bouncing on his lap, his cock buried with her, bringing her the same kind of joy she was bringing him. But while she spoke, her voice, her words, became the most important things in the world, rather than the bliss she was building within him. Most of what she said was reaffirming what he already knew, but it was still good to hear because it also reinforced it for Tameka too. But at the end came the words that caught his greatest interest.

“And obviously, controlling my anger at any point is going to be a problem. I have always spoken my mind. Especially to you. When I give you what you want...I give in to you because my instincts tell me to survive, I can’t honestly tell you if I am behaving because I feel submissive or because I am terrified of punishment.”

"And you will continue to speak your mind to me, Tameka. I need to know what you are thinking, how you are feeling, so I can better help you, enjoy you, and please you."

His put his hands on her hips, and eased her off his cock, then turned her around so her back was to him, and got her straddling his legs again. He let go of her, and grabbed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail, then twisted it into a loose knot that kept it away from her face. He guided her hips so once more, the tip of his cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy, but he held it there.

"We can't have the hair getting in the way of your face. We both want to see your expression as you are fucked by your Master. Even as He slowly impales you once again."

His hands guided her down, his cock splitting her nether lips, widening the inner canal as he invaded her most private of places once more. He tried to visualize the expression on her face as he filled her, letting her sit with him inside of her for a few moments, his hands firmly gripping her hips.

"Don't turn your face from the camera, Tameka, unless you want to feel the kiss of the flogger again. By the way, it doesn't matter right now whether you do what I command of you because of your submissive nature, or from the fear of punishment. Each time you do it, you like it, and you will be more willing to do it the next time. So your submissive nature comes to the fore, and the fear of punishment will disappear, because you will love doing what you are commanded to do because it feels right.

"Now, Tameka, I will fuck you, you will cum when your body desires, all the while remembering not to hide your face, nor how you feel while your Master fucks you."

His grip on her hips helped Tameka set the pace she moved on his cock, while he added a small amount of movement to add to the overall effect. But, it was a hard, fast pace that rammed the entire length on him into her before nearly pulling himself free to ram her back down again with another hard thrust.

"It will be fun," Nicholas grunted, "us watching... me fuck you... slave."

Nicholas knew that the camera would catch everything that was important; where his cock disappeared into her cunt, the whole of her sweat slick body, and importantly, Tameka's expressive face. She would see how she looked being fucked, how sexy she was, and how much she enjoyed it, free from the clouding of her mind and whatever silly thoughts lurked within.

"Fuck me... Tameka, you are sooo... fucking sexy. Your loser boyfriend... idiot... for not... ahhhh, Tameka." He growled her name as he launched himself off the chair. One hand grabbed her arms near the cuff, pulling her back so she didn't fall forward, his other hand held her hip steady. He adjusted his footing in an instant, then pounded her furiously. His groin smashed into her ass as he seemed to try punch a hole in the other end of her vagina with the tip of his cock. Nicholas grunted and hissed as he fucked her for his own pleasure, desiring nothing more than cumming within her to claim her as his own. Tameka was made for this, it was why she was born; to serve her Master's pleasure, and to gain pleasure from that as well. At his hands, she would learn about her true self, so she would then move on in her life, and gain the rewards that true self would give her.

Nicholas was so lost in his fucking of Tameka that it was part way through his climax that he realized that he had reached his peak. The warmth that came with it started to flow through his body as the pulsing slowed and stopped. But he held Tameka against him, his cock still hard and buried deep in the sloppy heat.

The hand from her hip went to her hair, pulling her face up so she looked right at the camera.

"So, slave, how was that? How do you feel being taken by your Master yet again? Tell yourself, explain the truth of how you feel."

 

[monique_minx]

"And you will continue to speak your mind to me, Tameka. I need to know what you are thinking, how you are feeling, so I can better help you, enjoy you, and please you."

Tameka was completely in his control as he shifted her from his cock and swung her around so her back was to him and her face pointed towards the camera. With her arms still bound tightly behind her, Tameka was little more than Nicholas' immobile fuck puppet. He released her upper half now that she was stable and took hold of her hair, swiftly bundling it into a haphazard bun which prevented it from falling about her face and allowing her to hide from the camera. He shifted so his cock was poised at the cusp of her warm, wet and hungry snatch and Tameka held her breath in anticipation of what was to come.

"We can't have the hair getting in the way of your face. We both want to see your expression as you are fucked by your Master. Even as He slowly impales you once again."

Her cheeks a rosy pink hue as she felt the lens of the camera focusing on her and she avoided looking at it at all costs, her head bowing as demurely as she was able while Nicholas reminded her of its attention. Nicholas took her hips firmly and guided her down the length of his shaft until she was firmly impaled upon him, her eyes shut as she exhaled slowly and tried not to let the quiver of enjoyment betray her in her facial expressions. He let her sit for a while, wide, open and exposed with her arms bound and her hair tied so that nothing could close her body off to the camera.

He must have noticed that she had her head and eyes downcast because he spoke to her quietly, breaking the silence with a dangerous tone, "Don't turn your face from the camera, Tameka, unless you want to feel the kiss of the flogger again. By the way, it doesn't matter right now whether you do what I command of you because of your submissive nature, or from the fear of punishment. Each time you do it, you like it, and you will be more willing to do it the next time. So your submissive nature comes to the fore, and the fear of punishment will disappear, because you will love doing what you are commanded to do because it feels right.

"Now, Tameka, I will fuck you, you will cum when your body desires, all the while remembering not to hide your face, nor how you feel while your Master fucks you."

Tameka whimpered pitifully and lifted her head, opening her eyes and staring down the barrel of the camera as one would a gun. A completely void expression of defiance and determination on her face as she obeyed Nicholas’ command and this time she was sure it was only out of fear of reprisal. Nicholas started to move, his firm grip on her hips forcing movement out of her also. Nicholas started gently enough and Tameka was able to hide any emotion with ease, staring into the camera like a lifeless zombie; desperate to detach from the situation completely. It didn’t last long before Nicholas started lengthening his stride and smashing her hard down onto his cock, taking her breath away, causing her eyes to water as her mouth formed an ‘O’. Small moans came at first, soft enough to be thought of as whispers but Tameka was losing all control of her body – fast.

"It will be fun," Nicholas grunted, "us watching... me fuck you... slave."

Tameka redoubled her efforts to hide her pleasure but it was in vain, she couldn’t fight her body’s response to Nicholas’ ministrations. Her moans became louder, her face screwed up tightly as she fought like a demon to stop her own orgasm.

"Fuck me... Tameka, you are sooo... fucking sexy. Your loser boyfriend... idiot... for not... ahhhh, Tameka." Nicholas growled and Tameka shivered all over…it was not out of fear.

Tameka suddenly felt herself slide slightly as Nicholas jerked sharply and she heard the chair clattering behind him while he gripped her upper half tightly, shifting his footing as he then proceeded to hammer her quite literally. His cock was pounding her so hard, she thought he might come out of her mouth! She forgot about the camera, she forgot about the basement, she forgot every secular thing in the world, if you asked her what two plus two was – she would not have been able to answer! Her eyes flew wide, little white spots appeared in her vision and she couldn’t hear herself scream as she came, she came once, twice, three times and lost count at that point. Her body tensing, quivering, sweating rivets down her limbs. She didn’t even realize he was done until her body ceased reacting and only trembled with aftershocks, Tameka was sure she would be electrified if anyone dared touch her overly sensitive clitoris in that moment.

Nicholas took her hair in hand, she hadn’t realized she was panting and staring at the ground with no ability to hold her own head up until he reefed her back and made her glazed over eyes stare into the camera, "So, slave, how was that? How do you feel being taken by your Master yet again? Tell yourself, explain the truth of how you feel."

Tameka didn’t think, it took all her energies to process the question he posed and she licked her dry lips and spoke in a ragged breath, very softly, “I came like a freight train.”

 

[marauder13]

When Tameka finally came, Nicholas' initial reaction was one of shock, and a small amount of fright given the strength of the orgasms she had. It took moments for the fear to pass, replaced by a great sense of pride that he gave her such intense pleasure taking her as she deserved. But the rolling waves of pleasure that literally rocked her body took a good deal of his strength to keep her upright and not getting hurt.

Of course, the way her cunt clamped down on his cock made it remain hard, and himself rather horny. He wondered exactly what aspect of the sex had triggered her massive climax. He would ask her, but he doubted that she would answer him honestly, if at all. He would get it through her stubborn head that it would be better for her to work with him, rather than against him.

But after he asked his question of her, she took a while to formulate an answer and when she did, it was not what he expected to hear.

“I came like a freight train.”

He laughed lightly at her response, and he shifted his hands around her to hold her more upright, while she sheathing him in her hot, wet, sloppy depths.

"Indeed you did, Tameka. Be a good slave again, and I will do that for you. You are fucking sexy screaming out your orgasms like that. What turned you on the most? Tell me how I can make you feel that good again. You deserve those pleasures, Tameka." He paused for a moment or two, one hand going to one of her delightful breasts to gently tease the nipple.

"Tell me how I can make you come like that again. Three different things that turn you on immensely, and you will be able to move freely in the room. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Tameka?"

 

[monique_minx]

Nicholas’ light chuckle generally would have turned Tameka as red as a tomato but her cheeks remained flushed only by the sexual heat her body had just endured. She was in a completely different headspace, thinking on this later would probably cause her regret and embarrassment but at that moment, she had no worries and no cares. Her own sexual gratification had smashed on the shores of not only her body but her mind as well, she had never felt so free…ironically. Nicholas held her as upright as he could but she felt completely floppy, as if she had no muscle mass or bone, as if her entire being was made of rubber. Her brown eyes were glazed over in a trance, a hazy, dim glow belied her state of mind…if you knew what to look for anyway.

"Indeed you did, Tameka. Be a good slave again, and I will do that for you. You are fucking sexy screaming out your orgasms like that. What turned you on the most? Tell me how I can make you feel that good again. You deserve those pleasures, Tameka."

She licked her dry lips, breathing heavily as she tried to gain control of her mind again, processing Nicholas’ words slowly. A soft mewl of pleasure escaped her as Nicholas’ hand moved to tweak her nipple, her skin electrified with sensitivity and excitement.

"Tell me how I can make you come like that again. Three different things that turn you on immensely, and you will be able to move freely in the room. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Tameka?"

Tameka nodded slowly, not because she fully comprehended the question but because she instinctively thought that ‘yes’ was the best answer to anything Nicholas asked. She didn’t even question herself as to why she thought or felt that way.

Her ragged breathing slowed immensely and she was able to form less excitable utterances so she answered Nicholas with a lot less calculation, “Bondage.” She spoke softly, “Humiliation. Pain…even pain that punishes…hurts…makes me horny…but cry…and sore…”

Tameka coughed softly, shaking her head and trying to speak more clearly, “You were excited…I was excited…when you notice things about me…makes me embarrassed…but turned on as well Sir. I feel like a walking oxymoron…” She smiled slightly at that, she shifted her pelvis a little and remembered Nicholas was still buried deep in her. She wondered about what had made him so hard, so excited…it had to be the helplessness of her situation, Tameka refused to believe she could cause so much excitement in him alone.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas found himself holding his breath while waiting to see in Tameka would answer his question. She was loathe to open up about her needs and wants, as well as accepting her true nature and his desire for her to embrace it and benefit from it. He felt her bringing herself under control, and he knew the moment of truth was about to emerge.

“Bondage. Humiliation. Pain…even pain that punishes…hurts…makes me horny…but cry…and sore…”

Nicholas allowed himself to breathe again, his smile broad, reflecting the joy that was radiating from deep within him. His cock seemed to harden at the news, his mind going through all the various ways of bringing those aspects to life for her, so she would get more aroused when she served his pleasure.

“You were excited…I was excited…when you notice things about me…makes me embarrassed…but turned on as well Sir. I feel like a walking oxymoron…”

"Tameka, I have been noticing things about you for a long time, and telling you about them. You are well worth examining, noticing, enjoying."

He pulled himself free of her warm, tight sheath, and walked her back to her bed where he laid her down on her belly. Ge untied the ropes that held her arms in place, then removed the manacles about her wrists. Both of the items were taken over to the bag, where he rummaged around for a short while. Nicholas returned to where Tameka lay, and he used the key to release the manacle about her ankle. He returned the key to the bag before he went to Tameka's side once more.

"As promised, you have the freedom of the room, Tameka. Thank you for telling me how I can arouse you to make the time when we're together more exciting for you. You are such a good slave, Tameka, and I am very pleased with how you are working to accepting who you really are.

"Rest, I will come back with you food a little later. Remember what you need to do, or the punishment you will receive will be worse, now that I know how you react to things."

He leaned in, finding her lips and leaving her a tender, loving kiss before he gathered up everything and departed, letting Tameka bask in the afterglow of her recent taking, and hopefully think on how she was going to deal with her future.

 

[monique_minx]

"Tameka, I have been noticing things about you for a long time, and telling you about them. You are well worth examining, noticing, enjoying."

Tameka fought back a small smile of satisfaction, she enjoyed the praise and the compliments from Nicholas more than she cared to admit and it was only his use of the word ‘examining’ that had her holding back. It made her feel like something of a science experiment…which if she thought about this place and the situation, she could almost see herself as Nicholas’ experiment. He pulled himself free of her and this left Tameka confused because she could still feel how hard he was and if it was possible, he had grown harder as they spoke. She felt a twinge of disappointment hit her abruptly as he laid her on her belly and went about unbinding her arms and wrists. Tameka brushed the disappointment away angrily, how could she be upset that he didn’t want to fuck her again?! She berated herself for it, reminding herself that he had abducted her for crying out loud!

‘But he’s so…mmmm…’ the voice whispered.

‘He abducted me, raped me!’ She yelled back inside her head as Nicholas worked around her, removing each manacle with care.

The voice laughed, ‘okay! If you wanna call that rape, go right ahead! No one would ever believe that was against your will and he has it all recorded! Remember the camera?’

Tameka shifted uneasily at that, Nicholas seemed to be oblivious of her internal conflict as he unlocked the ankle chain from her leg and replaced the key before returning to her side, "As promised, you have the freedom of the room, Tameka. Thank you for telling me how I can arouse you to make the time when we're together more exciting for you. You are such a good slave, Tameka, and I am very pleased with how you are working to accepting who you really are. Rest, I will come back with you food a little later. Remember what you need to do, or the punishment you will receive will be worse, now that I know how you react to things."

Tameka blushed at first, warming to his praise without knowing why nor considering it at that moment as she listened intently. Her gentle smile faded swiftly as he mentioned the word ‘punishment’ and coupled it with all the knowledge she had given him about herself. He kissed her tenderly and she reciprocated, her mind otherwise occupied.

When he finally left, Tameka rolled over slowly, taking in the feeling of her unbound ankle, her eyes roaming the room and falling on the camera. She realized it was probably still recording, she wanted to break it, smash it, it bared the truth of her feelings for Nicholas and how easily he tore orgasm after orgasm from her. But she didn’t. There was no point, it was likely a live feed to somewhere upstairs and it would anger Nicholas to no end. She was not likely to forget his promises of worse punishments to come.

Tameka got up, she started to walk around just to feel her freedom within the room but paused suddenly, she realized Nicholas’ cum was running down the inside of her thigh. She remembered how grotesque she felt after having gone too long without a shower. Tameka spun on her heel and headed straight for the shower, beneath the hot water, she soaped up and washed her hair and continued to contemplate her new life. She considered running to the door but she knew it locked from the outside, it was a soundproof room but Tameka was no fool…she knew Nicholas wasn’t either.

She murmured softly to herself, hoping that the combination of her low tone and the sound of the running water would muffle everything from the cameras, “Well…no jury would convict him…I looked like an unashamed slut…” she said sadly, embarrassed by her behavior after coming down from her high, “There’s no escape…I can feel bits of myself losing it…losing grip. I want to hate him! All of him! I don’t want to like him! Argh! I’m so stupid!”

Tameka berated herself, angrily rubbing a lather over her chest with the loafer, “I keep reacting to him! His words, his touch…his…his…cock!” She spat out the last word, scrubbing herself red raw, “Why…?” She softened, “I want his praise…I’m starting to crave it. I want him to be pleased. HIM! Why?!”

Tameka refused to say the inevitable, that she was submissive and responding naturally to a Dominant, she did not want Nicholas to be right at the moment, “I have to fight…I can’t slip away…” She whispered, “I’m still Alyria, I’m still me…aren’t I?” She felt confused, brainwashed and conflicted.

Tameka stepped out of the shower and shut off the water, she brushed out her soaking wet locks in front of the vanity and examined her back, she winced when she saw the bruising, the kind of bruising she had only ever seen in photographs and pornography. She had always wanted to know what it felt like, she admired the women who could withstand that, enjoy it and wear those marks proudly. Now she wore them herself, Tameka was surprised at her ability to withstand them but she had screamed gloriously by the last mark’s landing.

She smiled slightly, “Yeah but it was good to scream...release everything…cry…even through the bad pain, that wasn’t meant to make me enjoy it. I didn’t…I got turned on though…” She paused to consider that for a moment and started talking to herself again slowly, “I think that’s like a knee jerk reaction, I don’t have any real control over that so even if my mind and body is screaming ‘no!’, my sex is screaming ‘yes!’. How very…odd…”

Tameka shrugged it off and returned to the bed, she laid on it and sighed, she was bored! Even with freedom of the room, there was nothing here but a bed, a bathroom and a bench with a camera trained on her. Nothing here unless Nicholas brought it in with him.

“Fuck it!” Tameka raised her voice suddenly and jumped up off the bed, she started to do a few stretches and limber up, “Gotta do something.” She shrugged and dropped to the floor, doing a few push-ups, then sit ups as she tried to get a ‘feel’ for it. Exercise was not a necessity for Tameka, she was not accustomed to it but she felt as if she would go out of her mind with nothing to do.

“I suppose this is how it feels in prison.” She giggled and started doing toe touches, she tried a few jumping jacks but stopped abruptly to rub her breasts, “Ow! Don’t do jumping ones…hurts without a bra.” She scolded herself and returned to the push-ups, wondering when Nicholas would return with her liquid…lunch? Time was of no concern to her anymore, it could be breakfast or dinner and she wouldn’t know. It was Nicholas’ intention to use operant conditioning on her, breaking her mind down and rebuilding it to his satisfaction. She was aware of this but it didn’t make her any less susceptible to his methods.

“And I seem to be more susceptible with every visit…” She murmured softly, sighing and pushing herself up for the tenth time before collapsing, “I suck…that hurts…” She moved into some Yoga positions, deciding to start small.

 

[marauder13]

"Damn it! That was a stupid thing to do. Well, I'll retrieve it when I go down there next. Somehow, I think that she will leave the camera alone."

Nicholas had a quick shower, washing away the evidence of her enjoyment of Tameka. She was starting to embrace who she really was, and that was a significant step forward for him. It wouldn't be long before she accepted her true nature, and worked with him to make it work for her instead of against her. He sat on the bed, letting himself dry off properly after the rubbing with the towel.

"There is nothing wrong with her being submissive. Once she harnesses that side of her, she will be able to do anything she wants. Just the confidence in her knowing that she's someone's sub, pet, fucktoy or whatever they agree to her being, will make it easier to deal with any challenges that come her way. So she loves to be bound up, feel pain from a spanking or some other method, and finally get used for my sexual pleasure and she goes off like a rocket. She looks so lovely when she cums, and the more intense the orgasm, the better she looks."

He dressed himself once more in easily removed clothing, and sauntered to his small control centre. He took to the live feed, seeing that Tameka had just showered as he had, though she looked a littler redder than he did.

“Yeah but it was good to scream...release everything…cry…even through the bad pain, that wasn’t meant to make me enjoy it. I didn’t…I got turned on though… I think that’s like a knee jerk reaction, I don’t have any real control over that so even if my mind and body is screaming ‘no!’, my sex is screaming ‘yes!’. How very…odd…”

Nicholas laughed. "No, not odd. You are waking to who you are, that's all. Accept it, stop fighting it."

He looked at her as she laid on the bed, admiring the body she had unknowingly taunted him with for months, a body that he grew to desire more and more because of who lived within it. There was nothing better in his mind that the way she looked. He would change nothing that was not already a natural and healthy part of her. It was important for her to accept herself fully to then be able to build on that.

But then to his surprise, she jumped out of the bed and started to exercise. He was a little surprised at first, but as he watched, he started to understand.

“Fuck it! Gotta do something.”

He sat back and watched as she stretched and limbered up. He had already secured some videos for Tameka to follow that would help her remain limber and even increase her flexibility and stamina. He continued to watch as she went through a series of exercises which had no real planning nor benefit apart from stopping her from going stir crazy.

“I suppose this is how it feels in prison. Ow! Don’t do jumping ones…hurts without a bra.”

She returned to doing pushups, giving him a fine view of her ass and legs, which stopped after a short while.

“And I seem to be more susceptible with every visit…”

Nicholas' train of thoughts surrounding fucking her great looking ass were brought to a sudden halt as he tried to figure out what she had been referring to when she spoke those words.

"Damn her. If you're going to think aloud, think aloud everything, not just teasing little bits." Of course, she had no way of hearing him, but he felt that there was a connection there that permitted him to speak to her and she would "hear him".

But when Tameka fell into doing yoga positions, Nicholas went back over the recordings while he was in the shower. While she was showering, he could make out that she was talking, but few of the words were clear enough to hear.

“...I looked like an unashamed slut... ...I can feel... ...losing grip... ...All of him!... ...I’m so stupid!”

“...to him!... ...his...cock!... ...want his praise... ...crave it... ...him to be pleased. HIM! Why?!...”

More had been said, but the water made it hard to hear all of it. He did a quick search of the net, and found some software that could filter out the background noises to leave just the spoken words audible. He downloaded it, and spent an hour or more configuring the software to be able to import the audio and process it. When he was done, the software started processing his audio, and estimated a nine hour long processing run.

Nicholas went to get everything ready for Tameka's dinner visit. While he had a plan, he was not above changing it to better suit the circumstances, plus he was not a complete bastard either, though Tameka would argue that. From his time with her, he knew who her favourite authors were, and got a couple of their books for her to read. He had also bought a few puzzle books with a wide variety of games, puzzle and mind engaging activities for her to help drive the boredom away.

He wasted the remaining time watching some DVDs and doing a little research on other fun activities to be had with Tameka. Within what felt like no time at all, it was time to go feed Tameka, and see how much she wanted her books.

He walked into her room, heading over with the bag full of goodies, and the first thing he did was put the camera in the bag. He turned to look at Tameka with a genuine, warm smile, waiting to see how she responded to his arrival.

 

[monique_minx]

Tameka soon gave up on the exercise and decided to explore her surroundings now that she was free from the chain. Her eyes scanned the ceilings and every wall and corner but she could not find the camera that Nicholas had been watching her on. She sighed, “it’s gotta be really small or well hidden.”

Failing to find the camera, she decided to check the bathroom vanity area. There were two medium sized draws, a sink and a plain mirror so there wasn’t much to search. Tameka knew that the top drawer had her toothbrush and toothpaste, she pulled it out and brushed her teeth swiftly before replacing it. Tameka then slid the bottom drawer open, she hadn’t thought to look in there yet. She raised her brows and found a small box with hair removal cream.

“Well…at least I know why there’s no razor…I supposed this is the smarter option…or safer.” She smirked, mumbling to herself.

She pulled it out, opened the box and briefly read the instructions. She then spent the better part of half an hour applying it and washing it off. She was pleased with the results, her legs looked clean shaved again and her underarms were smooth and hairless. Although she wasn’t supposed use it on her pubic hair, she figured a little wouldn’t hurt as long as she was careful so she neatly applied it to the edges of her bikini line and tested first. Happy that it wouldn’t do any harm, she was more liberal until she was practically hairless by the time she had finished. She replaced the bottle and washed off in the shower quickly.

Tameka dried off and replaced the towel reluctantly, she wished she could wear it as it covered her from Nicholas’ eyes but she shuddered as she remembered the last few times she had tried to hide her body in any way from Nicholas. He didn’t even like her having a sheet over her body when she slept.

Tameka strengthened her resolve and decided she would regret it the rest of her days if she didn’t at least try to open the door. She went back into the main part of the room and wrenched a pillowcase from a pillow, she took it and draped it over the camera that Nicholas had left in the room. She shrugged, she didn’t know where the fixed camera was so he might still see her but she had to try to hide this from him somehow. She took a deep breath and moved over to the door, worry written all over her face as she gripped the solid door handle and pulled.

Nothing.

It didn’t even budge or rattle like a normal door. She pulled harder and then let go with a heavy heart, she banged her fists on the door once, rested her head against it and she cast her eyes to the floor.

“Knew it was gonna be solid but that’s ridiculous! Must be made of steel or something…” She mumbled and stepped away from the door at last. She wandered over and took the pillowcase off the camera, putting it back on the pillow.

She sat down on the bed again and contemplated how long she had been in the basement. A week? Two? A month? She had no idea. She wondered about how her parents were doing, were they worried? Did they report her missing? Did they think she had just gone on holidays? She was sure her landlord would be ready to kick her out, her bank would be in the red by now and behind in all her bills. She was sure of it. She wondered what Nicholas had told everyone and what he planned to do with her apartment and all of her possessions. She missed her computer, her phone, her music, watching TV and above all eating real food! She supposed Nicholas would never allow her to drink alcohol again or do anything he considered harmful to her body.

Tameka thought about her friends, namely her best friend Gillian, she would miss her so much. Gillian was like a sister to her, they shared everything for many years. Tameka then turned her thoughts to Ben, she knew that even if she escaped tomorrow, they were over. She would never look at him the same way again and she would be certain he would be looking at her like she was a whore or something. He would never fulfill her needs so even if she never remained with Nicholas, she would certainly never end up with Ben.

“I’ve cheated him for too long…he needs someone who will love him and be devoted to him…” She said sadly, ashamed that she had strung him along for some time.

Tameka had no further time to contemplate her former life as Nicholas swung the door open and entered the room. Tameka quickly unfolded her legs and slipped off the bed, she watched as he put his bag down and placed the camera in it. Tameka moved promptly to the foot of the bed as Nicholas turned around and she sunk to her knees gracefully.

“Hello Sir.” She greeted him, looking up at him and swallowing as she wondered what this visit would bring.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas felt happiness and pride fill him was Tameka sank to her knees in such a wonderful way, and greeted him as he required her to do whenever he entered the room.

“Hello Sir.”

"Hello, Tameka."

He walked over to where she waited for him, leaned down and cupped her chin with his hand, using it to slowly guide her to her feet. He dropped his hand, looked deep into her eyes, then enveloped her in a warm hug. He held her for a few seconds, letting his affection for her wash over her through his hug. When he broke it off, it was only to give her a warm, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.

"You did well, my lovely slave. You greeted me properly, which made me very happy. Now," he turned away to get the cup that contained her dinner, and walked back to hand it to her, "if you continue to behave in this way for the next twenty four hours, you will start to get solid food rather than the drinks."

He knew as he started to actually reward her for her good behaviour, she would do the right things more and more, which in turn to awaken her submissive side more and more. To his eyes, her gradual acceptance was already affecting her in good ways. She was more at ease with herself than she was before he took her, even factoring in her... imprisonment. It was important to keep her isolated, so that the two main processes could do what was needed.

Firstly, being alone and without too many distractions meant there was lots of time to think. With minimal sources of attention, the main focus of her thinking would be herself. That made it easy for her to examine where she was, what was happening, and how she was reacting to events in her life, past and present, as well as seeing what the future held.

Secondly, it allowed him to control the influences that impacted her, which in turn allowed him to dictate not only what she did, but what she had to think about as well. He knew Alyria was a submissive, one that was deep and strong. Yet the young woman rejected that side of her, and it was damaging her life. So, he made sure that her submissive side was a constant source of attention, along with the good aspects that came with it.

"Drink up, then come and sit on the bed with me. You will tell me what is it you want in your life, Tameka. A great relationship with someone? A good job? Friends who accept you for who you are?" As he sat on the bed, he cast a light hearted grin her way. "Maybe being free of my basement?"

 

[monique_minx]

OOC: I beg Marauder's deference as I assumed Nicholas would allow Tameka to ask her question. And if he doesn't like it, he can spank me later!


"Hello, Tameka."

Tameka smiled softly as Nicholas greeted her and crossed the room, taking her beneath the chin and guiding her to her feet. She rose up and dropped her hands by her sides as Nicholas enveloped her in a hug. She was stunned by his gentle motions, Tameka thought hard on this feeling and realized that it was because he was being gentle before being rough. He generally reserved this tenderness for aftercare. Finally he broke it off and kissed her passionately, taking her by surprise again but she straightened out her face quickly and responded to his kiss.

He broke off the kiss only to tell her of what was to come and compliment her, "You did well, my lovely slave. You greeted me properly, which made me very happy. Now, if you continue to behave in this way for the next twenty four hours, you will start to get solid food rather than the drinks."

She nodded imperceptibly and dared to hope for the solid food as she took the cup from him. Her stomach growled softly and Tameka realized how hungry she was, even the bland smoothie was starting to look good.

"Drink up, then come and sit on the bed with me. You will tell me what is it you want in your life, Tameka. A great relationship with someone? A good job? Friends who accept you for who you are?”

As he gave her permission to drink, she turned on one foot as he moved towards the bed, watching him with her eyes as she took a mouthful of the drink. Her stomach grumbled in satisfaction and she took another mouthful as he sat down on the bed.

Nicholas grinned lightly at her and finished his questions with a whopper, "Maybe being free of my basement?"

Tameka couldn’t help herself, she snorted in the cup out of shock and blushed instantly out of embarrassment. She downed the rest of the drink, almost choking on it in order to hide her face from Nicholas and silently berating herself while she wondered if he knew that she had tried to open the door less than twenty minutes beforehand. When she finished, she placed the cup on the bench and took a deep breath before she moved towards the bed, pausing to recall the instructions correctly before she went to sit on the bed beside him hesitantly.

“Doesn’t everyone want those things, Sir?” She asked and swallowed, “I mean except for the basement part, I’m pretty sure that’s just me.” She cleared her throat softly, smiling unsurely.

Sometimes she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to be lighthearted or sarcastic, it felt like a long walk over sharp glass. As a roleplaying submissive, she was entitled to be ‘herself’ and it rarely got her into trouble (unless she was being bratty of course) but the situation was a little different in real life…especially since she wasn’t technically consenting to be trapped in his basement. The thought almost made her laugh aloud but she controlled herself.

Something gave her pause though and she slowly calmed then asked, “Can I have a job and be a slave though?”

It was never covered in her character as far as she could remember although her character had experienced a starkly different situation from the real life one she was now experiencing. Her character identified as a submissive and Alyria was now ‘playing’ a slave. It was most definitely not the same.

Finally she had to ask Nicholas before her curiosity exploded in an unhealthy way, “Sir…can I ask you a question?” When Nicholas gave her a slight nod, she continued, “What do you have planned for me? What happens at the…well….end? Is there an end? I don’t know how to word myself properly but I am dying to know Sir…please?”

She prayed that his answer would be straightforward and without all the cryptic jargon she was accustomed to receiving from him but she also doubted that the answer would be as straightforward as she hoped. Tameka was burning to know what Nicholas' training plans entailed, what he hoped to do with her once she could be trusted enough to leave the basement. Tameka instantly paused right there as she realized her first thought of leaving the basement was not of escape but of what Nicholas would want to do with her outside of the basement. She swallowed hard, that was frightening, what was happening to her?

 

[marauder13]

Tameka's reaction to his final humourous question had him deciding to check on the recordings to see if she had tried the door or something similar. There was no way she would have been able to do anything about it, because he was stronger than her and he couldn't make the damned thing budge when he tried. Regardless of the reason for it, the blush was swept her face made her look rather cute, in a sexy way, kind of the same way her face was when she was in a state of high arousal.

But she finished her meal, placed the cup on the bench (a good move from his point of view) and joined him sitting on the bed. Again, he admired her body, which was perfect for her, and once she returned to her natural state, she would be spectacular. He knew she didn't like the colour of her hair, but again, he thought it was right for her.

“Doesn’t everyone want those things, Sir? I mean except for the basement part, I’m pretty sure that’s just me.”

She looked, and sounded nervous about her answer. But he did nothing to correct her, or suggest that she reword her answer or feel that it was ill received.

“Can I have a job and be a slave though?”

"Yes, if your Master permits you to work."

“Sir…can I ask you a question?”

He simply nodded, not wanting to break her train of thoughts or momentum. She had also done well recently and there was nothing wrong with her asking a polite question. He was leaning toward answering whatever she asked.

“What do you have planned for me? What happens at the…well…end? Is there an end? I don’t know how to word myself properly but I am dying to know Sir…please?”

He looked at her, expression serious and deep. He had a definite plan for her, even before he started to seriously think of bringing her to his house and keeping her as he had. The kind of relationship he was working on having with her was the type she would seek out and live when everything he was doing was done. That kind of relationship thrived on trust and honesty in both parties.

"Tameka, when I brought you here, it was to do two things. Firstly, to show you the truth about yourself. You are a submissive, deep to your core. Yet, you didn't really know it, and if you did, you didn't accept it. That was making your life such a mess due to the conflict within yourself. Once you see it, recognize it and most importantly accept it, then your life will become so much more stable.

"All the times I invited you over was so we could do this kind of thing. Show you your inner submissive, let her out, feel how much better it would be to be that woman, rather than trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

"Secondly, once you had accepted your submissive nature, we will find out what you like from your dominant, or if you really like it, your Master. To know the joys you really like, crave and need, to give you what you're missing so you can deal with everything else in life."

He gave her a warm smile, and pulled her into a hug. He really did like the feel of her body next to his, and he wanted to make the most of it while he had the chance.

"At the end, Tameka, you will be allowed to find the one worthy of your submission, and go onto have a much happier life than you had... even have. Nothing would make me happier or prouder than for you to choose me, but that is indeed something that we will see. Above all else, I want you to be happy, living a life you desire as a proud submissive."

He gave her a soft kiss, full of tenderness before he shyly pulled away from her, letting the dominant in him resume its proper place, yet not loosing any of the warmth he had shown her moments before.

"Do you have any more questions, my lovely slave, before we move onto our fun?"

 

[monique_minx]

As Nicholas went about his explanation of his ‘end game’ plans for her, Tameka found herself struggling with her emotions quite a bit. He hugged her as though he wouldn’t be doing it again, Tameka found this very odd. She had been certain his end game plans would involve her serving at his feet but now he was telling her she had it all wrong.

"At the end, Tameka, you will be allowed to find the one worthy of your submission, and go onto have a much happier life than you had... even have. Nothing would make me happier or prouder than for you to choose me, but that is indeed something that we will see. Above all else, I want you to be happy, living a life you desire as a proud submissive."

Tameka responded to his gentle kiss but her mind was far away and struggling with this concept. She knew she wouldn’t really have a choice by then, at that point Nicholas would have ensured she was fully conditioned so that she would not be able to be without a Master. She would not know how to function without one by that point. But the idea that the choice would come afterwards was not boding well with Tameka, this was not common sense to her. It made her angry that he would someday tell her she could choose him or someone else when she was not given the choice to begin with.

"Do you have any more questions, my lovely slave, before we move onto our fun?"

Tameka struggled, she bit her lip and wore a pained expression on her face. She had never been good at controlling her anger and although she tried hard to deny it, she cared for Nicholas and the more she cared for him, the harder it became to control her emotions concerning him. She was going to ruin the fun with another outburst if she wasn’t careful.

Tameka released her lip and spoke in a tumble, besieged with guilt and trying so hard to keep the anger from her voice, “I get a choice after? Isn’t that supposed to be before? If you wanted to keep me then why give me a choice?”

Tameka knew the irritation was showing in her voice but she didn’t care, she was feeling wounded and somewhat rejected and that annoyed her even further because she didn’t want to admit she favoured the idea of remaining with Nicholas at all or that his rejection would ever hurt her.

“I mean you go through all of this only to just give me away like a prize pony at the fair?” Tameka was pushing it now, her body language was getting rigid and distressed, her voice wavering with her emotions, “You said it. It will be a Master, you can’t condition me and rip my life apart and expect I will walk back into something normal as if nothing happened! You're talking about selling me on an auction block! Maybe your mates should come around and bid on me too!” She snorted derisively.

She finished yelling, “I will never be the same! Even if you let me leave tomorrow and you know it! But you will throw me away anyway…”

Tameka had moved off the bed as she spoke to stand up, looking at him dead straight, serious and trying to grapple with the power struggle between them. When he made a point, she had no choice but to take it on board but it was very hard for Tameka not to feel inferior, she knew she should have spoken more respectfully and not yelled or tensed up and moved away but a lifetime of dealing with things emotionally in a certain way, would not be so easy to overcome for either of them.

Tameka held the eye contact, she wanted him to know she was angry even as she was trying to hide the hurt inside, she had indeed killed any sense of fun by this point. That was eating her up but it was not something she could let go of. She didn’t know how to do that yet, she didn’t know how to approach him calmer than this.

She was kissing her rewards goodbye and that was also incredibly hard to do. Moments ago, the thought of solid food was all she could think of and he had been offering it to her. Her guilt worsened then and her eyebrows furrowed as her gaze softened, he had to know what she had just sacrificed, right? He had to know she was cut deeply to give all that up.

‘Oh he knows, look at his face…but you’re like a petulant child that never learns.’ That soft voice whispered to her, ‘You sound so needy, so dependent…all those things you have said annoyed you about Ben…’ The voice laughed at her, ‘Look at you now! And thanks a bunch, I really wanted that steak! Every time you do this, we go back a step and have to start all over again only in a lot more pain! Self-control Tameka! How hard is it?!’

Obviously too hard for me…at least where Nicholas is concerned, Tameka sighed in her head at the thought.

 

[marauder13]

If Nicholas ever needed a reminder of the passionate nature of Tameka, her response to his answer was all he would ever need. he sat quietly, weathering the storm that broke before him, keeping his eye on her as she moved about with the freedom that she had earned. He was a little disappointed in her, as he had spoken honestly about what he had planned for her. Yet she seemed to view it in a totally different manner.

He waited until she had spoken her piece, and then decided how he would best respond to her outburst. Nicholas stood slowly, and took the few steps need to bring him to stand before her, invading her personal space in the process. His expression was neutral, hiding the truth of how he felt about what she said. To be honest with himself, he was unsure of what he would be best presenting to her, so he kept all the viable options hidden.

Both hands went to the side of her face, fingers combing her hair as he tilted her head to look him straight in the face.

"For such a smart woman, you can be remarkably dumb at times." He kissed her, deeply, his tongue seeking hers out to dance with while he dominated her with his presence and grip.

"Listen to me, Tameka. When all is done, you will get to decide who will be your dominant, or Master. Sell you on an auction block? I wouldn't insult you by doing that. When we're done here, you will be a proud woman, knowing exactly what she needs from the man in her life.

"Of course you've changed, and you'll change further as we go. But that doesn't mean that you have no choice over your life once we're done. Do I want you to choose me? Fuck yes! Will I make you choose me? No. If you know someone else who will be better for you than me, then I will be happy for you, even though I will loose out." His hands pushed a little harder against the side of her head.

"While you are here, yes, you are my slave, and I will enjoy every moment I have using your body, and having you serve me. I have never lied about that, and I never will. But you, Tameka, will ultimately decide if you will continue to serve me."

Tameka's passionate speech, and his equally emotional response got him worked up in a way that surprised him at first, until he worked out that the levels of emotion on display had echoed within him. He pushed his hands further into her hair, until his was able to grip it all in one hand. The free hand went to free his straining cock, then he pulled Tameka to her knees before him.

"Listen slave, your Master is going to fuck your face, then fuck your cunt until he comes."

Nicholas lined his cock up with Tameka's mouth, pushing the tip forward while pulled her head closer until the tip pressed against her lips, and his gaze was locked onto her, waiting to see what she would do; whether she would apologise properly and obey her Master, or risk a greater punishment.

 

[monique_minx]

Tameka wanted to back step as Nicholas got up and rounded the bed, moving towards her. But she ignored her instincts, stood her ground and held his eye contact, levelling her chin to let him know she wasn’t going to be intimidated. Finally he stepped in so close that she could feel his breath wash over her face, Tameka set her jaw. It took all her courage to stand there naked and defiant and wait for the other shoe to drop.

He placed his hands either side of her head, his touch surprisingly gentle. Tameka didn’t flinch but she had to fight that reflex as well, Nicholas never exactly warned her of what he would do. He lifted her head slightly so she was dead on with his own, he was taller so this was somewhat craning. Tameka softened beneath his touch though, he had a way of making her calmer when he touched her, and she supposed that was why she had moved away quickly when she got angry. She was fearless when she was angry so it certainly wasn’t out of fear of retribution.

"For such a smart woman, you can be remarkably dumb at times." Tameka opened her mouth to retort, her blood rising in her veins again but her eyes snapped wide as Nicholas kissed her passionately. She had expected anything…but she had not expected that. Her eyes dulled to a slow close, her heart slowing over again as his tongue entwined with hers.

When Nicholas finally broke the kiss, Tameka was breathless and heady, she was losing her focus on the issue at hand, "Listen to me, Tameka. When all is done, you will get to decide who will be your dominant, or Master. Sell you on an auction block? I wouldn't insult you by doing that. When we're done here, you will be a proud woman, knowing exactly what she needs from the man in her life.

"Of course you've changed, and you'll change further as we go. But that doesn't mean that you have no choice over your life once we're done. Do I want you to choose me? Fuck yes! Will I make you choose me? No. If you know someone else who will be better for you than me, then I will be happy for you, even though I will lose out."

Nicholas added additional pressure to the sides of her head and she wondered if he was angry, "While you are here, yes, you are my slave, and I will enjoy every moment I have using your body, and having you serve me. I have never lied about that, and I never will. But you, Tameka, will ultimately decide if you will continue to serve me."

‘He wants you to choose him…’ The voice mused in her head, ‘Interesting…’

‘He wasn’t worried about me choosing him in the first place!’ She snapped back haughtily.

Tameka was distracted, she hadn’t realized Nicholas had swept her hair into one hand by this point and now he gripped it and pulled in a downwards motion. Tameka’s face went from passive reflection to a distorted and pained expression as she was forced to her knees under Nicholas’ guiding pressure.

At some point, Nicholas had released his cock from the confines of his pants, "Listen slave, your Master is going to fuck your face, then fuck your cunt until he comes."

“Ahhh-haa.” Tameka squeaked out, half from shock and half from the sexual electricity that shot through her body at the thought of Nicholas fucking her.

His cock pressed to her lips, they were slightly parted and she licked her lips without even thinking. Her eyes were on his though, she whimpered softly, she wanted him, Tameka loved giving head, and he knew that. This was weakening her resolve, she felt like her own body was betraying her. His dominant position made her pussy gush suddenly, her blood running hot in her veins, her unbidden arousal jump starting her heart rate.

The voice was screaming for her to give in, give up and have fun. Her anger was simmering, telling her she couldn’t let this go. She was conflicted. She wanted everything.

‘Such a greedy slave…’ The voice murmured, ‘just say sorry-‘

Tameka cut the voice off, smashing it to the back of her mind, she was not sorry about this! The idea of apologizing just made her angrier, she was not wrong. Everything about her situation was wrong but she felt very right about the things she had said.

“You make me so mad sometimes…” Tameka began softly, “You know as well as I do that I have never openly chatted with anyone about…this…so who else could there be for me?”

“And you know I want you to fuck me…” She blushed and dropped his eye contact, he wasn’t letting her drop her head, his cock still poised at her lips, “You know I love to give head…I told you that was the first Dominant interaction I ever had…even Ben could have stood there and that position would turn me on…”

Finally she looked up again, “So maybe I don’t get my point across the right way or as well as you do…but I made my point, you never gave me the choice at the start so why bother at the end? You want me to pick you? Is that a pride thing?”

"And you cheated...I can't think straight when you kiss me..." Tameka blushed and dropped eye contact again, she didn't want to admit that but it was true. She wished she knew why but when he came close, she didn't want to argue anymore, she just wanted him.

 

[marauder13]

“You make me so mad sometimes…”

Nicholas frowned for a moment, caught by her decision to declare her feelings at that moment, rather than doing what she knew he clearly wanted. But as she kept going, he kept listening while his frustration kept rising.

“So maybe I don’t get my point across the right way or as well as you do…but I made my point, you never gave me the choice at the start so why bother at the end? You want me to pick you? Is that a pride thing?”

"And you cheated...I can't think straight when you kiss me..."

He watched her blush, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her words, and her blush. he sighed for a moment, then squatted down beside her, and pulled on her hair so that her back was bowed, and her neck was as far back as it could go, all the while keeping her mostly up right on her knees.

"Cheat? Tameka, your Master doesn't cheat. Your Master works to show you the truth of yourself, as well as enjoy what you are capable of doing. You are definitely one worthy of kissing, and not just on the lips.

"I watched you make bad choices, based of ignorance about yourself. I wanted to do all of this openly, with you visiting me and exploring this. But you knocked me back, so yes, I made the choice for you. But that doesn't mean that you wont get to choose in future. You're here to learn about you, as a submissive, so you can make the right choices later, knowing more about who you really are.

"While we were roleplaying, I found myself wanting you, wanting Tameka. Again, I would be lying if I said I didn't want you. I do want you to be my submissive, or even my slave, but that choice will be yours. When the time comes, I will bring you back out into society, let you meet people who are dominants, let you get a feel for being a submissive in the greater 'community'. Why do you think I have gone to the trouble to make it look like you have gone somewhere private? So you can come back again later, and not have people too frightened about you."

He eased her back into a kneeling position, still keeping a firm grip on her hair. He caressed her face, smoothing away a few stray hairs that fell about her face.

"Yes, I want you to pick me. I would love to know that I am the best dominant for you. You are so fucking sexy, yet for some reason you can't see it. I would be proud to have you call me Sir, or Master, because that would mean I have one of the most incredible women around gifting me with her submission."

Nicholas stood up, and raised Tameka to the proper height, and used his free hand to guide her mouth open and slid her mouth onto his cock. The sigh of pleasure filled the room as he filled her mouth.

"Remember your duty, slave. Please your Master, and please him well."

 

[monique_minx]

Tameka glanced up at the sound of Nicholas’ soft chuckle, she blushed an even fiercer shade of red and smiled slightly. She watched him move down to squat beside her, sighing as though he were somewhat disappointed in her. Suddenly his grip tightened further and he pulled back on her hair, forcing her spine into an unnatural arch, Tameka gasped and flung her hands back behind her to steady her body weight as he stopped short, holding her in a stress position. Her throat curved and bared to him, her eyes trained on his face…his upside down face.

"Cheat? Tameka, your Master doesn't cheat. Your Master works to show you the truth of yourself, as well as enjoy what you are capable of doing. You are definitely one worthy of kissing, and not just on the lips.”

She wondered if he found her words humorous or insulting at that moment but flushed a darker shade of pink as he mentioned kissing her. He continued to explain the meaning behind his end game, Tameka struggled to picture herself returning to society in any semblance of normalcy ever again though. She found the idea shameful, how would she hide where she had truly been all this time? Even if they didn’t know, she would. Tameka pictured herself with her old job and her friends again after this ordeal but it didn’t seem right anymore. She couldn’t lie to Gillian of all people, they would all know her by her real name ‘Alyria’ and even that was beginning to become foreign to her as she habituated to her new name, the one she had used to role play, the one Nicholas saw fit to give her – Tameka.

He allowed her back onto her knees properly, Tameka breathed a sigh of relief at being permitted to sit up again. However, he held her hair and Tameka suspected this was out of control, she was not being very predictable at that moment she supposed.

"Yes, I want you to pick me. I would love to know that I am the best dominant for you. You are so fucking sexy, yet for some reason you can't see it. I would be proud to have you call me Sir, or Master, because that would mean I have one of the most incredible women around gifting me with her submission."

Tameka’s face should have simply changed colour, her arousal combined with her embarrassment had flushed them an obvious pink. Nicholas stood up, Tameka was shocked again by his flattery and his deep feelings for her, and she didn’t know if she should believe him but reasoned with herself – why would he lie? He has me, in his basement, I can’t go anywhere or do anything he doesn’t want so he has no reason to lie to me…right?

He raised her up by her hair until she sat off her knees to level with his cock again, he didn’t wait for her to do it on her own this time though. Nicholas guided her mouth onto his shaft and her lips parted in assent, there was nothing else to say really. She could beat this bush all day long and Nicholas would give the same answers in different manners. She heard him groan as her mouth fastened around his member tightly, a perfect little rubber band ‘O’ hold.

"Remember your duty, slave. Please your Master, and please him well."

Tameka made a muffled squeak of a noise that really could have meant anything but her head started to bob up and down as far as his hand in her hair would permit. Her tongue lashed and swirled around his shaft but her eyes remained up and on his. This was one of Tameka’s trade secrets, keep the man’s eye contact and he will cum twice as fast. Men love to see that look of enjoyment in a woman’s eyes as she fucks him with her mouth. Tameka released a soft moan of gratification as she continued, her saliva coating his cock with thick efficacy.

Tameka learned and mastered every trick she had seen in porn movies to the point where Ben barely lasted 3 minutes with her mouth wrapped around him before he blew down her throat. Her lashes fluttered to keep her eyes from watering too much but this had a double effect – it also gave her an extremely flirtatious appearance. She waited for Nicholas to either cum down her mouth, on her or push her off so he could fuck her elsewhere. It took all her self-control not to delve between her own legs and it was only her last few strings of indignation that kept her from doing just that.

 

[marauder13]

Nicholas knew that when Tameka put her mind to something, she gave it her best. He was not disappointed when she started to suck his cock in earnest, obviously enjoying what she was doing for him. He felt his knees go a little weak, but recovered quickly, not wanting to collapse and interrupt the spectacular head he was receiving. He thought of her stupid boyfriend who couldn't get her aroused like he had been, and missed out on such fantastic rewards. Her skills tested his willpower, pushing it to the boundaries, but he held strong, and didn't allow himself to reward her in the way she deserved, since he had declared another course of action. But those skills, and the looks she was giving him, made it difficult to stick to his original plans.

While he still held her hair, he did not interfere with her actions. Nicholas found her a quick study, and she was discovering the ways that would bring him to his peak swiftly. If he wanted to, he was sure that Tameka would bring him off in no time, drinking down his honest praise as it filled her mouth and throat. But he was getting to close to cumming, so he put a stop to it by pulling her lovely lips from his cock.

"You are excellent at sucking your Master's cock, slave. Next time, Master might let you have your reward for such excellent skills, but now, Master wants to fuck you."

Using the handful of hair to guide her, Nicholas took Tameka to her bed, and threw her onto her belly. He grabbed her hips, and pulled her up so her ass was in the air, her shoulders and knees on the mattress. He shed his pants, and climb up behind her, pausing to look at her well displayed rear.

"I know what this ass needs." He delivered half a dozen well placed heavy open handed blows to her ass, watching the flesh turn red from the impacts. He ran his hands over the heated flesh before he gripped her hips, and plunged into her wet, waiting pussy.

"One day, Tameka," he paused to feel her grip him firmly, "I wont just spank that ass, I'll fuck it too." Nicholas hammered his cock into Tameka, his hands pushing and pulling her hips in time with his thrusts, his groin slamming into her already abused ass with loud echoing slaps. He was lost in the deep animal thoughts of his ancestors, the need to fill the woman with his seed and guarantee the continuation of their species. But also in that state, he was able to hold off against the desire to cum, taking her long and hard through orgasms that he didn't bother to count until finally his body was sated, and with a deep grunt, he pumped his physical pleasure deep into his slave.

"You are worth all of this, and more, Tameka." He took a few deep breaths, his body shuddering while pressed firmly against her rear. "When you finally accept your submissive nature, you'll be fucking spectacular, and any dominant worth his or her salt will want you. As you know, I sure as hell do."

As if he was fighting impossible forces, Nicholas slid free of Tameka and fell to the bed beside her. He reached out, and pulled her down to lie beside him, within the circle of his arms. She never felt so good in his arms as she did at that moment, and he prayed that when the time came for her to decide, she would choose to remain with him. Even if it would rip him in two, if she wanted someone else, he would not stand in her way. He wanted her to be happy, and at peace with herself.