Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline & Xajow)
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				Title: <strong>Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 09:49:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>the setup for the story</strong><br>co-authored by Xajow and Emmaline</em></div><br>Lambert’s Bar and Grill was a large, crowded, dark, and noisy place with a vaguely Western décor. Lots of wood and brown leather, a longhorn steer’s head on the wall. The crowds were there because Friday night had arrived, and because one of the better local bands was there to play all manner of rock music.<br><br>Into this atmosphere walked Bethany. Her chocolate brown hair just brushed her shoulders as she turned her head slowly, scanning the huge room for familiar faces. Her dark brown eyes with flecks of dark jade green recognized no one in the place. Exactly what she wanted. Bethany moved her soft, curvy form through the crowd to the bar. She ordered a Jack and Coke, and avoided the glances of more than one desperate looking guy. She took her drink and sought out a dark corner. She was here to escape, not to be annoyed with pick up lines.<br><br>Hidden by the shadows from Bethany’s sight was a tall man dressed in black. He was a clean shaven man with thick black hair in a short, casual style. His pale green eyes watched Bethany step away from the bar. He guessed she was about a size 10 or 12, maybe five and a half feet tall. She had curves and softness that he found distinctly appealing. He watched her move with a graceful sex appeal of which she seemed unaware. He saw her turn and unknowingly walk in his direction. He smiled.<br><br>As Bethany walked through the crowd, she watched the people who were dancing to the music. Absentmindedly she tried to sip her drink through the tiny straw the bartender had put in her drink. She chuckled at herself and held the straw to one side with a finger while she sipped directly from the glass. Bethany had found a nice, dark spot of shadows near the wall, and she turned her back to them so she could continue watching the dance floor. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, pushing the hair behind her ear. She took a step backwards to lean against the wall, and was stopped by a hand suddenly but gently resting on her shoulder.<br><br>Bethany froze. She was backed up against someone a little taller than she was. She could feel a belt buckle at the small of her back. Feeling awkward, she almost did not notice the breath on her ear as the person behind her prepared to whisper to her. She blushed slightly and started to step away. The hand held her where she was.<br><br>“And where do you think you are running off to, sweetness?” asked a deep, commanding voice.<br><br>“I was just-” Bethany started to say and then stopped. She tried to retain her composure. “I thought I would move near the wall, out of the way, so I could watch.” She started to turn her head to look at the man behind her. She felt the hand on her shoulder tighten its grip slightly.<br><br>“Keep your eyes to the front, sweetness.” The voice was not threatening, but it carried a tone of authority, a complete expectation of obedience. The hand tightened its hold on her shoulder once more as if to drive home the command. And then the head of the man turned slightly, his breath on her skin as he inhaled the scent of her neck and her hair. “Mm.”<br><br>Bethany felt her legs grow weak. She reached up to steady herself on his strength. Her fingers brushed against his hand. She had forgotten the drink in her other hand until the man easily took it from her and set it down on a nearby table. Her fingers on his hand went back down as she tried to steel herself. But as he used that hand on her shoulder to direct her to back up, she did not resist. She was led along the wall to a darker corner of the room. Half enveloped by darkness, she felt at once weak and secure. Her mind told her she should be concerned, be walking away. But as he gently pulled her hair out of the way to expose her neck, his lips brushed against her ear and his warm breath flowed over her skin, she knew in her gut she would not walk away.<br><br>Her pulse and breath quickened. An unmistakable shiver ran down her spine. Then she heard his deep chuckle in her ear, and she understood in that moment he knew his effect on her. That understanding seemed to sweep away her strength. She felt herself lean back to the stranger almost as if she were sinking down into comforting warmth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 16:19:10</strong>
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				The man smiled as he touched his lips to Bethany’s ear, so Bethany could feel it and know he smiled without having to see it. The one hand was still on her shoulder, and he slipped his other arm around her waist to hold her snugly against his torso. He could feel the softness of her flesh against his own muscled body even through their clothing.<br><br>His lips remained on her ear, and they brushed her skin as he spoke in a low, soft tone. “You are so willing, so eager for my touch, sweetness. We’ve never met before this. We are complete strangers. And even so, already you are willing and ready for me to take you.” He had almost said the word ‘possess’ rather than ‘take’. He was cautious with his words though he spoke confidently. He used a soothing tone that carried with it the implication of praise and acceptance. “Already you crave my touch on your skin even now, even here in this crowd. And this pleases me, my sweet thing.”<br><br>His hand at her waist pushed down into her pants for a teasing moment and then tugged her shirt up. His hand slipped under the shirt to the skin of her abdomen. Her skin was soft against his rough fingertips. He pressed his hand against her, feeling her body heat on the palm of his hand. The fingers spread as he pushed lightly against her abdomen, enjoying the sensation of her softness. He brought his fingers together as he let the hand rest just above her pants. He stroked her skin softly with his thumb.<br><br>The stranger held Bethany this way for several minutes, one hand on her shoulder, the other hand against her stomach with the thumb stroking small circles against her skin. His lips still rested against her ear. His warm breath exhaled over her ear and washed down to her neck. He smiled against her ear once more and gave her time to anticipate what would happen next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 03:24:32</strong>
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				She tried to will her pulse to slow. To will her breathing to calm. It wasn't working. Her chest rose and fell as if she had just run a short distance. His breath on her neck a constant reminder he was there. As if his muscled body behind her wasn't reminder enough. <br><br>Bethany closed her eyes as his hand slid under her shirt. This couldn't be happening. <em>"What is wrong with you?" she berated herself. "Why aren't you running? Scream! Something. Don't just stand there."</em> But she did. His words tugged low in her belly, under his fingers, heat blooming gently. "Please....don't hurt me." she whispered hoarsely. Even as she knew he wouldn't. <br><br>This was crazy. They were surrounded by people. She was sure were anyone to look at them they would appear to be a couple. She could feel the warmth in her cheeks. Warmth that told her she looked like she was enjoying his embrace. And she was. How long had it been since she had been held like this? Ironic it was a perfect stranger doing it now. <br><br>The longer her held her, the more she melted against him. "Please..." she whispered again. <em>"Please let me go, please don't let me go"</em> she thought to herself. One hand reached back, resting lightly on his outer thigh, she made a small whimpering sound when her hand made contact with the soft fabric and muscled leg that lay underneath. Craziness.<br><br>"What do you want with me?" she asked. She started to tip her head back a bit to look up at him, and ended up lightly nuzzling his cheek.<em> "Not good"</em> she told herself <em>"you are going to end up raped or worse at this rate." </em>and still she leaned in against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 23:10:10</strong>
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				The hand on Bethany’s shoulder squeezed tightly, and then slipped up to the back of her head and forced her to look forward. “Eyes to the front, sweetness,” said the stranger. His hand slid down her neck to rest on her shoulder once more.<br><br>The man left her question, <em>“What do you want with me,”</em> hanging in the air without an answer. He let his hand move from her shoulder to softly rub her back for a moment before slipping under her shirt and sliding up her side to her chest. He pressed his hand gently but firmly against her flesh as his hand slid over her breast. The man left Bethany little time to contemplate that action because his hand on her stomach suddenly began to unbutton her jeans. He then pushed that hand down under her clothes to her crotch. His fingers lightly rested against her sex. The man had what he wanted for the moment, her body at the mercy of his hands.<br><br>He wanted ultimately much more, of course. This was only a first step, and he was a patient man.<br><br>The stranger began to softly massage her breast. He felt the softness of her skin and the firmness of her flesh in his hand. He squeezed her breast and pressed his fingers to it. His other hand began to slide back and forth over her sex. His fingers rubbed her labia while the palm of his hand brushed over her clit.<br><br>“You have now what you wanted,” the man whispered in her ear, “my touch on your skin. But you want more now, don’t you? The way you whimper, the way you try to touch me, the way you shiver, the way you even now quiver between pressing back to me and pressing against my hands tells me your body is begging me for more. You need only relax and accept it, my sweet thing. Your body craves my touch, craves the pleasure you know I can give, the pleasure you want me to give.”<br><br>The stranger waited a moment, to let his words sink in to her mind. And then while one hand roughly pinched her nipple, the other hand pressed down against her sex, slipping a pair of fingers inside her tight pussy.<br><br>He whispered softly to her once more, his warm lips and breath brushing against her ear. “Do you want me to take you, sweetness? Say the words, my sweet thing. Tell me that you want me to fuck you right here, right now.”
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				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 08:04:11</strong>
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				Bethany tried to hold still, tried to not be affected by his touch. But it was hopeless. She clenched her jaw when he said she was torn between moving back or forward. Damnit. How did he know? <br><br>She moaned softly, then bit her lip when she realized it was out loud, trying to stifle the next one. "This is wrong" she said as his hand unbuttoned her pants, sliding inside before she could protest. She would have protested. Right? God it felt good. A small whimper catching in her throat when his hands moved over her sex, her very moist sex.<br><br>She did move. Slight shifts back against him, feeling his firmness behind her. Slight rocking of her hips forward, pressing harder against his hand. His words drugging her even as his touches did. What would it hurt to just... give in? <br><br>She cried out in surprise, her hand quickly clapping over her mouth as he impaled her at the same moment he held her nipple tightly between her fingers, leaving her legs shaking. The waves of pleasure that rolled through her left her breathless and she closed her eyes, letting her head drop back against his chest.. Uncaring now, she moved her hips, grinding her pussy against his hand.<br><br>She answered his question in a hoarse whisper, the only way she could "yesssss..... please yes..." she didn't even recognize her voice when she spoke, it seemed so very far away. Even the loud music seemed to recede, leaving only him and her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 20:14:16</strong>
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				“Yes, my sweet pet, you want it very much. You push yourself to my touch, so eager to surrender to the control of my hands.” The stranger began to slide his fingers back and forth inside Bethany’s wet pussy. His other hand stroked softly the nipple he had pinched.<br><br>The man was quiet for a moment. He wanted her to think about his words. He listened to her whimpers and panting breaths. He felt her body rock itself, almost trembling as she slowly surrendered to the pleasure of the moment. She was ready, he thought. He would give her a choice.<br><br>“You could stop this. All you have to do is lie to me and tell me you don’t want this. All you have to do is lie to me and tell me you want me to stop. And it would be a lie. You want this desperately. You need this urgently. You ache for this intensely. But you can stop it with a lie. All you have to do is lie to yourself and tell yourself you don’t want to surrender to the control of my hands.”<br><br>As he spoke, his fingers moved slowly back and forth inside her. When he paused to let the words sink in, he also paused his hands. His fingers stopped moving in her pussy. His other hand stopped caressing her nipple.<br><br>And then he started once more to stroke her flesh. His fingers caressed her nipple again and began to slide back and forth in her wet sex. The fingers inside her moved faster now, and his palm brushed against her clit. As he spoke once more, he punctuated the end of each sentence by pinching one or the other of her sensitive, hard nipples. “Or you can let yourself admit to the truth. The truth is that you want me to fuck you right now. You want me to take you right here. You want me to possess you. You want it so badly you’re pushing yourself to my hands. You want it so badly your whole body aches for more. You want it. You need it.”<br><br>The stranger tightly grasped her nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed it hard as he said, “You need it so much that you’d beg for it right now if your mouth would stop whimpering and moaning enough for you to form words.”<br><br>He released her nipple and stroked it softly. His fingers inside her pussy began to curl. The fingertips stroked the upper part of her slick vaginal walls, probing for that one hypersensitive spot. The heel of his hand brushed against her clit as his hand moved. He finally moved his lips from her ear down to her neck. His mouth leaving wet, warm kisses along the line of her neck. His hot breath flowed over her skin. His hand at her chest slid across her skin to her other breast, caressing the nipple gently. As he then crushed her nipple between his fingers, his mouth found and began to suck on the junction of her neck and shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 02:32:08</strong>
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				Bethany felt like an alley cat in heat. And gods knew she was acting like one. Her fingers curled against his leg, clinging to him as he fucked her with his fingers. Were anyone to look at them now, they would be thrown out without a doubt. <br><br>She didn't care. All she did care about were his hands. Hands that fucked her, cupped her, caressed her, teased her, pet her lovingly, soothed her and burned her. And his voice. He called her.. what did he call her? His. His sweet..... pet?&nbsp; His words, words that should make her furious, especially coming from a stranger, made her want. They seemed to find that empty part of her, the part nothing could ever fill, no matter what she tried. Words that demanded a response. <br><br>She nodded her head as it lay against his chest, her eyes seeing nothing around them. She bit down on her lower lip, hard enough to break skin when he grasped her nipple and squeezed it so hard it sent white hot heat flashing through her. Pain that buckled her knee's and tripled the wetness between her thighs. When he released it she whimpered at the gentle touches and arched her back when he moved it, trying to guide her breast back to his hand. <br><br>"Please...... don't ....... stop.......&nbsp; " the words forced out one at a time, as if she had to remember how to make her tongue work to form them. For this she would beg. It was too much. His fingers thrusting inside her and oh! that spot he just found. His lips so soft and hot against her skin, making her shiver with need.<br><br>And then he did it. One crushing pinch to her nipple at the same time his mouth found a very sensitive spot and she cried out as her pussy clenched tight around him. And she was begging.<br><br>"oh fuck...please.... please," why was she asking? He had his fingers jammed in her pussy, a hand under her shirt. Wasn't it logical that she would climax? And yet it seemed to be just out of reach and she writhed in his hold, her flesh aching with a need so deep, a need so dormant mere minutes ago. She wondered briefly if someone had drugged her drink. The thought lost as she rode his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 05:50:02</strong>
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				The stranger smiled as he heard Bethany beg. Her voice was full of pleading and even desperation, and it was like a beautiful song in his ears. He released her nipple and stroked it softly. He licked her neck from the base to her jaw, and then his mouth returned to her ear, his lips once again brushing her skin as he whispered.<br><br>“Yes, my sweet pet, you already beg for complete surrender, for the pleasure you so achingly need. You have been so good, that I have decided to allow you to have it.” The stranger’s tone was that of a man pleased and proud, a man about give a treat to a deserving child. “You should know, sweetness, that the orgasm you will experience is not your own. It belongs to me. I give it to you as a reward. I give it to you as a gift.” The man slowed the motion of his fingers inside Bethany. His fingers still curled inside her, and now they stroked her inner wet flesh as they might idly stroke a pet.<br><br>“I will count down from ten to one. And as I count down, the last of your inhibitions will melt away and your pleasure will increase. You will sink further into the bliss and euphoria of my control. And when I say the final number, my sweet pet, when I say ‘one’ and not before, you will experience what you so desperately crave. You will experience complete surrender and an orgasm at my command.” He waited a short moment, letting his commands penetrate and be absorbed into her mind, and then he began.<br><br>“Ten.” The stranger stopped stroking Bethany’s nipples. He began to massage the flesh around her nipples. His fingers would threaten to touch her nipple and then slide over to begin the process again on her other breast.<br><br>“Nine. Feel it now, sweet pet. Feel it and know there is nothing you can do to stop it.<br><br>“Eight.” Still he teased her nipples without touching them. His thumb began to softly and slowly stroke her clit.<br><br>“Seven. The closer you get to the sweet release of surrender, the more you need it. But your body waits for my command.<br><br>“Six.” The fingers inside her wet pussy, caressing her hot flesh began to speed up.<br><br>“Five. You can moan and whimper as loud as you like because you no longer care about anything but surrender to my control.<br><br>“Four.” His fingers still teased her nipples by ignoring them His thumb began to rub her clit more quickly.<br><br>“Three. You are so close now. Your whole body is begging, pleading, praying for the release of complete submission. But your body waits, pet, waits for my command.<br><br>“Two.” The fingers curling and stroking inside her moved fast now, rubbing her sensitive skin relentlessly. His thumb moved to be above her clit, and one finger moved to be underneath her clit. His hand at her chest cupped a breast and began to slide his fingers along her flesh toward her nipple.<br><br>With fingers inside Bethany still rubbing, the stranger pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time. The clit and the nipple were grasped tightly and mercilessly pressed between fingers and thumbs. The fingers inside her had found that hypersensitive spot and they caressed it roughly and ceaselessly. And in that same moment of merciless pinching and relentless stroking, the stranger said what Bethany was desperately waiting to hear. “One. Cum now, pet.”
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				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 04:09:10</strong>
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				She had most definitely been drugged, but it wasn't some chemical substance that invaded her body. It was pure lust and something she couldn't quite put a name to. Something that tugged low in her belly. Something that recognized him. Something that recognized his voice that wove around and through her like ribbons that enticed and seduced, binding her to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thighs squeezed his hand, allowing her the illusion that it was her who held his fingers inside her. An illusion that was shattered with his words. The conditional granting of her pleas.<br><br>It was all Bethany could do to keep her moans somewhat under control, or so she thought. He kept calling her his "sweet" and other endearments that made her ache all the more. Fingers curling inside her as she clung to him. She longed to turn so she could bury her face against his chest, press in against him to feel less exposed. <br><br>Ten. He was really counting. How was she ever going to make it to one? Her back arched as she tried to force his fingers over her nipples again to no avail, plaintively whimpering.<br><br>Nine. She did. His odd endearment again that made her want to hear it more. Her breath came in gasps.<br><br>Eight. She shuddered when he found her nipples again, jumped when his thumb moved over her very swollen and sensitive clit, a surprised sound of desperation quickly bit back.<br><br>Seven, Six, Five. His words a blur. How long did it take a person to count from ten to one anyways. Her mind screamed for him to hurry. Surrender? She ground against his hand, her head slowly rocking back and forth against his chest, not even hearing her own moans.<br><br>Four, Three, Two. Her fingers curled hard in the fabric of his pants leg and she vaguely realizes she has bent back a fingernail. Pet. Somewhere in the very back of her mind she resented it. Her hair fell across her face, strands sticking to her cheeks and mouth.<br><br>She hissed in her breath when his fingers clamped down on her flesh, making her whimper loudly "pleasepleaseplease..." over and over. Her body overwhelmed with sensation, leaving her desperate. And then he said it.<br><br>One. Cum. And she did. It was like being hit by a tidal wave as it crashed into her, her hips jerking forward hard against his hand as her cunt contracted around his fingers, pulsing tighter still, her juices covering his hand. Over and over she ground herself against him as she spun out of control. Her knee's giving way beneath her so it was his fingers and arm that held her up.<br><br>Slowly her climax receded and the noise of the bar brought her back to reality. A reality that included a strange mans hand down her pants. She started crying, her body shaking. And still she leaned against him, not even trying to get away. The hard wall of his body warm and secure. Surely someone had seen. Her cheeks turned crimson with shame as the tears slipped down her cheeks. She wanted to turn, to put her arms around him and have his around her., to hide in his arms. And to run. Neither of which seemed to be an option.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 10:14:50</strong>
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				The stranger was extremely pleased. By the time he had gotten to ‘five’, Bethany was doing exactly what he said. At the word ‘six’ she had been moaning and whimpering at a volume that he could hear but that was lost in the din of the room. But when he spoke the word ‘five’ and told her she could moan and whimper as loud as she liked, Bethany’s moans and whimpers seemed to loose all restraint. Before he spoke the word ‘one’ she had begun her sexual litany “pleasepleaseplease”, repeating it over and over with a desperation that was awe inspiringly beautiful. The stranger’s cock was absolutely rock hard in his pants.<br><br>When he finally said, “One. Cum now, pet,” he had not even finished speaking when Bethany was overtaken by her orgasm. She bucked so beautifully, so completely lost to the sensations of her sexual surrender. Her hair tossed about as he whole body shook with the intensity of her climax. The heat and the scent and the sound and the feel of her body in sexual ecstasy were magnificently and deliciously intoxicating. This woman was gorgeous.<br><br>While there were skinnier women in the room who might meet some shallow contemporary beauty standards, and maybe there were women with bigger breasts or tighter cunts, this woman in the man’s hands was, for the stranger, far and away the most beautiful woman in the room. He desired Bethany above all other women in the room, in the city. None he had seen or heard or felt or smelled before her in this city compared. He had desired her as soon as he had seen her, but his desire had become something much more compelling. He dared not think of it. It was still so soon. But this woman, no, he told himself, it was too soon to hope. Yet, he ached in body and mind and soul.<br><br>The dark shadows that enveloped the man and the woman became darker for a moment as the stranger refocused himself on the task at hand.<br><br>The stranger felt Bethany trembling against him as her orgasm faded. Her strength was surrendered to him. She leaned back against him and only his hands on her body kept her from sinking to the floor. He released her nipple and her clit. His hand at her chest caressed her breasts while his hand at her pussy stroked her softly. His lips again brushed her ear, his breath on her skin as he whispered.<br><br>“Yes, my own sweet pet. Such a good girl.” He spoke in approving tones. His hands still caressed her, stroked her, petted her as he whispered. “Beautiful. Sensual. Oh yes, such a good, good pet.”<br><br>Finally the stranger removed his hand from her chest. He slid his hand down her abdomen before slipping from under her shirt. He embraced her with one arm, just under her breasts. He stroked her pussy for a moment more before removing his hand from her pants and bringing it up to her mouth. His fingers, indeed his whole hand was soaking wet with her juices. He wiped a bit of her slick, sexual fluids on her lips.<br><br>People in the room were sneaking glances back at the man and the woman The orgasm had been hidden from their senses, but now they could see the stranger holding Bethany. Some looked with surprise at the woman with the man pulling his hand from her unzipped pants and holding that hand to her mouth. Some looked with lust. Some with longing. Some merely with a smirk. Their glances were furtive. They wanted to see, but something in the darkness that surrounded the woman and the man was too intense for the other people in the room to bear more than a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 06:59:32</strong>
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				Her lips parted when his fingers brushed over them, tongue flicking out then lapping at his fingers. Finally she closed her mouth around them and suckled softly, tasting herself on him. Her soft moans lost once more beneath the music. When finally she let his fingers slip from her mouth, her cheeks flaming with color once more, she asked "Who are you?" <br><br>Tipping her head she tried to look up at him, desperately wanting a face to go with the voice, the touch. A face to make him real and not someone imagined. Her hand still held onto his thigh as if afraid he would simply vanish.
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				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 04:28:17</strong>
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				The stranger pinched Bethany on her nipple one more time, sharp and hard, finger and thumb pressing the fabric of her shirt to the sensitive little nub of flesh. “No, no, my sweet pet. Not yet.” He caressed her breasts softly with one hand while the other slipped into the shadows.<br><br>“You know you’re mine now, pet.” The stranger whispered into her ear with the assurance of a man stating obvious facts. “You can try to deny it, but you know you’ll do what I say. You know that despite the orgasm I gave you just now, you would still get down on your knees and beg me to fuck you. You know that deep in your soul is an aching desire to please me. You’ll have your chance, pet.”<br><br>The man’s hand moved from the shadows and put a rectangle of metal and glass into the pocket of Bethany’s still unzipped pants. The stranger patted her pocket and kissed the back of her neck. In a moment he let go of her and slipped away.<br><br>The man wasn’t gone. He was watching her. He waited a moment, watching her reaction carefully. He hid himself from her in the shadows and lifted another rectangle of metal and glass to his face. He touched the glass screen of the cell phone and waited for the phone he had put into her pocket to vibrate. He waited and watched her remove the phone and discover what it was. When she answered he spoke to her again.<br><br>“Hello, pet.” The stranger’s deep, confident voice spoke to Bethany through the phone. “You have one chance now to lie yourself and walk away from your deepest soul desire. All you have to do is leave the phone on the nearest table, and you’ll never hear from me again. You’ll never feel my touch, never feel the bliss of surrender to my voice. Or you can keep the phone, put it back in your pocket, and keep it, waiting for my call. And when I call, my own pet, I’ll call you to claim you completely. I’ll call to summon you to complete obedience. You can turn that down, lie and tell yourself you don’t want it, or you can keep the phone and wait for my call.” He paused for a moment. “I think you’ll keep the phone, pet. You know that would please me, and you’ll keep it. You’ll not be without it, will you? No, my own sweet pet. You will keep it close.” He paused once more. “Oh, and you might want to hold a napkin in front of you as you leave. The crotch of your pants is quite soaked through with your lovely juices, my pet. And that pleases me too. Wait, pet. Wait for my call. It will come. Soon.”<br><br>The stranger ended the called and watched Bethany. He smiled to himself. She was beautiful. Soon, he thought to himself. Soon. He grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 06:49:24</strong>
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				Bethany moaned softly as his fingers still toyed with her nipple, her body still aching for his touch despite the climax she just had. "Please ... "whatever she was about to say lost as her head swam with his words. His. His pet. She was not some animal, but oh the way he said those words. It made heat form low in her belly, made her pussy ache, made her want to melt. Even as his words made her cheeks flame with color, she knew he was right.<br><br>She bit back another moan as he slid something in her pocket, confusing her and then suddenly there was cool air around her and she spun around, her brow furrowed deeply. She looked as if she was about to cry, back to the room she quickly zipped and fastened her pants, her eyes scanning all she could see. As if she would recognize him on sight when she had not laid eyes on him.<br><br>She ran her fingers through her hair, on the verge of tears when the phone vibrated and she turned again, taking a moment to realize what it was she dug her fingers into her pocket, quickly bringing it to he rear. "H .. Hello?" her voice shaking as she scanned the crowd. Her eyes closed in relief to hear his voice again. His words. Oh god. If she were sane she would set the phone down, just as he said. But. But never to see him again, never to be touched like that again?<br><br>This was crazy! Her eyes snapped open and she looked around the room, =certain a man with a phone would be easy to spot, her shoulders sagging when she realized he was probably long gone by now. She sighed softly and hung up when he did, her fingers curling around the phone as she walked to the table and laid the phone on it, her fingers not quite leaving it. She couldn't. She should. But she couldn't Her cheeks flooded with color again as she scooped up the phone and ran, threading her way through the people and out the door, panting by the time she made it to her car, slipping behind the wheel and shakily trying to get her keys into the ignition.<br><br>By the time she gets home she isn't even sure how she made it, she remembers none of the drive. Safe inside her apartment she locks the door and sets the phone on her night stand, pacing as she stares at it. Only after a half hour or so does she lay down on her bed, fully clothed, staring at it until she falls asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 11:17:31</strong>
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				The stranger had smiled at the way Bethany’s face and body visibly responded with relief as he spoke to her on the phone. And then she had looked around the room with obvious desperate desire. What she did when he hung up, however, took the smile away from his face.<br><br>When Bethany put the phone down on the table, the man was surprised by the realization that he felt genuine trepidation. Not because he might have been wrong about the lovely woman, but because he did not want her to leave the phone behind. He was shocked to feel an ache in his chest at the idea that she might turn her back on him and leave the phone behind. No one had so affected him for a very long time. It was at once frightening and thrilling.<br><br>He gasped with joy when Bethany grabbed the phone and nearly ran out of the bar. She took it! He felt elation more intense than he had felt in ages.<br><br>And then reality came back to mind. So many preparations to make. He needed to start right away. Keeping to the shadows of the room, he made his way to the door and exited. Bethany was long gone, but he wondered which direction she had traveled. He could follow her, see her again, touch her… No, he needed to focus.<br><br>He got into his black luxury car, and started it up. He wouldn’t have to stay long, he told himself. He could just watch her fall asleep. He shook his head. No, he would end up doing more than that. He needed to return home and begin preparations. He squealed tires as he pulled out of the parking lot, and sped home.<br><br>Unfortunately for Bethany, the preparations would take a full week to finish. And on the eighth day, the man would rest and prepare himself for what was to come. So it was on the ninth day after they had first met, at 9:00 in the morning, the man called the phone he had given Bethany.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 05:59:18</strong>
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				When Bethany woke the first thing she saw was the phone on her nightstand and heat rose in her cheeks with the memory. She rolled from the bed, groaning softly, her body stiff from sleeping fully clothed atop the covers. Slowly she peeled off her clothed, gasping softly as she took off her pants and the scent of her arousal of last night filled the air around her. She should throw the phone away. Her fingers curled around it and she took it with her to the bathroom while she showered then got ready for the day. Her day off so she dressed comfortably and stared at the phone for most of the day. As if she could will it to ring. It didn't.<br><br>Many times over the next few days Bethany found herself on the verge of tears. The phone with her every place, fearing she would miss his call. As the days wore on she became afraid the battery would die. And then... that it was a joke. That he was never going to call.<br><br>By the 7th day she could hardly eat. Her sleep was fitful and she got circles under her eyes. He wasn't going to call. She told herself this over and over. Still she carried the phone with her. She played the night over and over in her head.&nbsp; He would call. He had to call. Please let him call.<br><br>By the 9th day she laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It took her several moments to realize what the sudden sound was that jolted her upright, shaky hands fumbling for the phone to answer it before it stopped ringing. "Hello?" A single word, full of hope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 05:33:18</strong>
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				“Hello, my sweet, wet pet,” said that commanding voice. “Be silent and listen. Preparations have been made. The time has come and you have things to do today.<br><br>“You, my own pet, are going to go the pet store, and find the strongest chain leash there. You will buy that leash. You will go to an adult store, and you will buy a small flogger. If you don’t know what that is, pet, I am sure the clerk will be happy to show you. In addition, you will go buy a special outfit to wear just for me. You will buy dark red bra and panties. Make sure the bra is one that shows off the shape of those lovely breasts of yours. You will buy a tight fitting, crew neck, long-sleeve, blood red T-shirt. You will also buy a black leather skirt. You will probably want one that is nearly knee length, but it must not go below your knees. You will buy opaque black stockings. And you will buy blood red, stiletto heel shoes. The taller the better. One last thing you will buy is a tiny black purse.<br><br>“At 9:00 tonight, sweet pet, you will be at the Café Floriano. You will be wearing the outfit you have bought. In the small purse you will have nothing except the leash. Before you dress, however, you will put the handle of the small flogger inside your pussy. The loose ends should hang freely against your legs. You will wear it in this fashion under your clothes.<br><br>“In your mailbox is an envelope with what you will need to make these purchases. I know you have questions, but they will wait until tonight. And I look forward to seeing you tonight, my own sweet pet. I will be at the café, waiting to see your beauty.<br><br>“Until then, my own sweet pet, good bye.” The phone call ended.<br><br>In Bethany’s mailbox was an envelope with 50 $100 bills in it. Wrapped around the money was a list of the things she was expected to buy, instructions to wear the flogger by putting the handle in her pussy, and directions to Café Floriano. There was also a brief, handwritten note: “I have thought of you constantly, pet. I am anxious to see the fulfillment of your submission.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 04:01:35</strong>
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				Bethany held the envelope in her hands and paced. All this money. Her submission? Was he crazy. A good half hour must have passed with her walking back and forth in her apartment, hair mussed from the many times she had run her fingers through it. Tonight. He said tonight. She gave a nervous glance to the clock and then squeezed her eyes shut and growled in frustration. One o'clock. "No!," she yelled to the empty apartment. Craziness, utter craziness. A woman just did not go off and do what he asked of her. And definitely not with a stranger! A stranger who had let her suffer day after day staring at that phone, waiting.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at the list again, barely knowing where to find most of the items. Adult store? She cringed thinking of going in to one of those places. God, she was acting like she was actually going to do this. With another growl she slipped her feet into her flip flops, clothed already in jeans and a tank top, grabbed her purse and stormed out the front door. She might as well have a wonderful shopping spree on his money. <br><br>It was twenty minutes later that she found a parking spot at the mall, got out, locked her doors and made her way inside. Wouldn't you know it, right there was one of those chain pet stores. Her cheeks burned as she marched past it, her flip flops making a sharp slapping sound as she headed straight for Victoria's Secret. She pulled little nightie, bra and panty one after the other into her hands before heading to the dressing room, but it was the red push up bra and matching panties that held her attention when she looked in the mirror. Coincidence. Just because she was going to buy them didn't mean she was going to follow that ridiculous list.<br><br>But store after store the list was soon filled. The pet store being her last stop on her way out. All except one item. The flogger. It was a very bewildered Bethany who stowed all her bags in the trunk and began driving around aimlessly in search of a shop she remembered seeing. 4:38 flashed the display in her car and she began to grow worried. Just when she was about to give up she found it, parked and all but ran in so no one would see her.&nbsp; <br><br>It was with a very red face she asked the girl behind the counter where the floggers were. And with an even redder face as she stared at them. They were huge. Well... huge when one thought of how it was expected to be worn. Finally she found one that might work. The flogger was hand length, the handle adding another 4 inches or so to it. She felt herself grow wet when she realized the handle had a rather nice girth and would likely stay where it was to be put. Not even looking at the girl she paid for it and hurried to her car, barely remembering the drive home.<br><br>After an almost scalding shower she laid the items on her bed in order. She slipped into the panties, hooked on the bra and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Dark circles under her eyes. She would have to fix those. The thigh high stocking glided up her legs, then she slipped into the skirt and smoothed it into place. A little more than halfway to her knees. God she hoped it was long enough.&nbsp; Shirt on, she slipped into the shoes and went about drying her hair, keeping it long about her shoulders. <br><br>She covered the circles under her eyes the best she could, applied mascara, a touch of blush and some rosy gloss to her lips. Enough stalling. She stuffed the leash into the purse, which she placed in another bag containing her license and keys. <br><br>One last thing. The flogger. She actually closed her eyes as she pulled her panties aside and slid the handle deep in her pussy. She bit back a moan as her pussy contracted around the handle, tucked her panties as much in place as she could and left her apartment. The ride took only a few minutes. The walk across the parking lot seemed to take forever. The walk to her table even longer. She could feel the ends of the flogger brushing against her thighs and was certain anyone looking at her would know.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 23:10:44</strong>
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				After the phone call had ended, the man had to smile to himself about the situation. He expected the woman he had just called to do what he told her, yet she had never even seen his face. And he did not even know her name. He had certainly been tempted to discover it. Even now, he thought, I could simply… The man shook his head. No. He would wait. Even so, the man wondered what her reaction to the phone call was. Was she happy? Bewildered? Angry? Did she smile? Did she rush out to the mailbox or wait and convince herself to go? Did she rush to the stores or did she hesitate? No, he decided, he would not try to look in on her or call her. He would wait for her, wait for her to prepare herself just as she had been made to wait for his preparations. They would both reveal themselves to the other in due time. And it would be all the sweeter for having waited.<br><br>The man was naked and sitting on the edge of a huge bed covered in black silk sheets. The room itself was also large. The walls were dark blue, and the room was illuminated by floor lamps, making the room seem smaller than it was. Aside from the simple, art deco style of the bed, floor lamps and a dresser against one wall, there was no decoration or ornamentation in the room. He looked around at the room and decided it was too gloomy. It needed color. There would be time to worry about that later. <br><br>Standing up, the man began his exercises. He stretched his muscles, turning his torso, reaching out his arms, standing in various odd positions to release his muscles from the warm sleep that had so recently enveloped them. He did his push-ups and bends and chin-ups and finally dressed to take a run. He did not bother to make up the bed.<br><br>Although the man was tall, had broad shoulders and a muscular body, he was not huge. He kept his body fit and lean. His skin was a light tan that had grown pale over the years. At the right side of his waist was a light brown, amorphous birthmark. Each shoulder had a tattoo of a glyph from a mostly forgotten language. On his back was a tattoo of a horse reared up on its hind legs, a chestnut stallion with a black mane. <br><br>Wearing a tight pair of shorts, a simple pair of sweat pants, running shoes and nothing else, the man walked out of his front door and started a slow jog down the street. His house being far from any other, he saw no one as he jogged. He was alone. He could have servants, but he had none. But his loneliness is what had prompted to go looking for someone. He thought, as he jogged, about all the places he had been, all the women he had seen. None had seemed right. A few had been left with memories of nights of intense sex, but none were right. But <em>she</em>, he thought, <em>she</em> was beautiful, far more than any of the others. <em>She</em> had responded perfectly. <em>Her</em> body against his had felt so very right. The man let his thoughts get lost in thinking about her, and soon he realized he had jogged his way into a neighborhood.<br><br>He looked around at the houses and lawns. People lived in that neighborhood. People with lovers and spouses and families. He wondered if they had ever felt as he now felt. He turned and began to run back the way he came. Had those people in those houses ever known the joy and anticipation he felt? He marveled at his own thoughts. Was he in love? He practically raced the wind as he ran back to his home.<br><br>He was panting and covered with sweat as he walked inside his house. He was also grinning. He felt more alive than he had in a very long time. Everything in the world seemed more beautiful. The air was crisper; the trees were taller; the scent of the earth was sweeter; the grass was greener; even his own house seemed grander. He went directly to his master bathroom and shed his clothes.<br><br>The bathroom was covered in grey marble with streaks of black and white. The floor was cold, but the man did not mind. It was a welcome sensation that told him he was still alive. And today it seemed to sing to him. It made him think of her warmth. He turned on the water in the large shower stall and set the water for a hot shower.<br><br>As the man washed, he could not stop thinking about her. Her scent, her warmth, her body, all occupied his mind. He wondered whether she had gone shopping yet. He wondered if she had tried on bras and panties. He wondered if she had blushed when she bought the leash. He wondered if she had bought the flogger first or would she put that off for last, trying to avoid it. What would she smell like when she arrived at the restaurant? Mere thoughts of her had made the man sexually aroused. He realized his cock was almost painfully hard. He let the water run over his chest as he indulged himself by stroking his cock. She was so lovely. What would she look like in the shower with him? Would she kneel down and suck on his clean, hard cock? The image of her on her knees and her mouth on his cock would not leave his mind. He masturbated there in the shower until his semen shot forth into the spray of water coming down.<br><br>My gods, the man thought, I’m like a boy infatuated with a girl, masturbating in the shower over her. He grinned.<br><br>After the shower, the man toweled off and looked at the clock on the counter. 1:00 already. The time was speeding by. And he was hungry. He needed food, but what he wanted to taste was her. He wondered where she was. Surely she had started her shopping by now, he thought. Was she rushing to find what he had asked for, or was she slowly finding just the right thing? He smiled and went off to find a very late breakfast.<br><br>The hours had passed, alternately tediously slow as the man anticipated the appointment to come and seeming to speed by every time he let his thought remain on her. Finally the time was near. He slipped on snug, black boxer briefs and black socks. He pulled on tailor cut, black leather pants and a tight fitting, black, long-sleeved T-shirt. He put on black leather tactical boots. The man stood before the mirrors in the bathroom and checked his appearance. He ran a comb through his loose Caesar cut, black hair. He stared at himself, his pale jade green eyes looking his image over. He locked eyes with the image in the mirror and thought, this is it. He grinned.<br><br>The man was at the restaurant a half hour early. At 8:30 he walked into Café Floriano and took his usual table, a booth in the back, in a dark corner covered with shadows. He could just see the entrance to the restaurant from his seat. He watched each and every patron walk in. The lovely young woman who was his waitress brought him his usual glass of wine, a nice table merlot that tasted of ripe grapes and earth. When the waitress asked if he wanted to order, he said nothing, merely shook his head. The time seemed to pass slowly. The glass of wine was nearly empty as the end of the hour neared. And then <em>she</em> walked in.<br><br>There she was, standing at the doorway of the restaurant. Dressed just as he had told her. She was beautiful. She looked slightly flushed, and the man wondered if it was from her anticipation of meeting him or from wearing the flogger. He had left instructions for a woman matching her description to be sent back to his table. He grinned as watched her walk across the room to his table. He stood up to greet her, letting her see his face for the first time.<br><br>He was a handsome man with a lean, square face. His green eyes were narrow, and his nose was straight. His lips were neither thick nor thin. His mouth was turned up in a warm smile. His eyes stared directly into hers.<br><br>The eyes, the man thought, so much is revealed by the eyes. The way she looked at him, the way her pupils dilated, the slight pinkness of her eyes, the extra makeup around the eyes to hide the evidence of her weariness, all of this told him almost everything he needed to know about her day. She had been driven almost to illness waiting for the phone call. She had clung to that promise of a phone call, and she had needed more desperately than even he had realized. This only endeared her to him more. His warm smile became an approving grin.<br><br>“Hello, my sweet pet. Please, have a seat.” He motioned to the booth and waited for her to sit down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 18:17:32</strong>
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				She seemed to hesitate, but really it was nervousness that held her to her spot when she reached the table. She hadn't a clue what to say to this man. The man who seemed to hold her in some spell though he was a perfect stranger to her. Her hand went nervously to her hair and she brushed it back, suddenly worried that maybe she wasn't as pretty as he remembered. <br><br><br>When her eyes met his it was a mixture of fear and hope he saw there. Finally she stammered a "hello" and slid into the booth. His. He called her his. Heat formed low in her belly and she held her breath. She reached for the cloth napkin set at her place, needing something to do with her hands, some action to make her feel less awkward. <br><br>"I ... wasn't going to come," she lied. Though it was a lie to herself more than to him, she honestly thought she might have been able to stay away. "You ... didn't call me, for so long... and..." her cheeks flushed remembering the night. "And I don't even know you." It was absolutely insane that she was here. But it was a public place, so she told herself over and over. Nothing could happen to her here. She was safe. <br><br>She dropped the napkin on the table and fingered the stem of the water glass. It was some time before she actually looked up at him and really, truly, looked at him. She was happy he was nice looking, and his eyes did not seem like the eyes of a serial killer, as if they had a certain type of eye. She kept reaching up to brush her fingers through her hair, hiding behind the small act. Finally she forced her hands to her lap and sat there, muscles so tense her back and shoulders started to burn. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 21:48:23</strong>
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				The man smiled approvingly as Bethany slid onto the bench of the booth. She was so completely beautiful and still she seemed not to know it. When she told him she wasn’t going to come, the man grinned. He stood there watching her, entranced by the motion of her fingers and the way she held her head. He watched her lovely fingers slide along the stem of the water glass, and he realized she was innocent of her own state of mind. She didn’t know why she had come, or why she wanted to be here. He wanted to pull her close and cradle her, comfort her the way one might comfort a crying little girl.<br><br>The stranger sat down beside Bethany. He sat down slowly and stayed on the edge of the bench. “So you were not going to come here, and yet, here you are. Here you are, my own pet, dressed just as I told you to dress in the clothes I told you to buy. And you are gorgeous. You are even more beautiful than I remembered.” He reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “Only a few days, and you speak of it as ‘so long’. You waited for my call, didn’t you? No, sweet girl, don’t speak. You anticipated my call, wanted the phone to ring and to hear my voice on the other end of it. And when you heard it, you wanted to listen to it. You would have done anything I told you to do if only I had gone on talking. But you don’t understand. You’re confused as to why you want to obey me when you don’t know me. You don’t understand why you let a man bring you to orgasm in the bar or how a stranger could so easily excite you and make you so desperate for his touch. And you probably don’t understand why you’re here now, with the handle of a flogger in your sweet cunt, when you could have spent all that money on anything at all and never shown up here. Ah, my sweet pet, all will be explained.”<br><br>He wanted to reach down under her skirt and touch the ends of the flogger, maybe tug on it, but he did not. It was there, he knew. That she had shown up, dressed as he had told her to dress meant it was there.<br><br>He also wanted to grab her by the shoulders, lay her against the bench and fuck her right there and then. His cock strained against his pants. He wanted to touch her and kiss her and pin her body down and hear her moan and wail as he fucked her wet, tight pussy. But he held himself in check.<br><br>“You think you don’t know me, but you do. Your soul does even if your mind does not. Your soul knew it from the moment you bumped into me. You went to that bar, probably not really knowing why you wanted to be out there that night. Your soul was seeking for what it needed. Your soul found that in me. You waited for my phone call because your soul ached for contact with me. You bought the clothes I told you to buy, because your soul seeks to please me. You bought the flogger I know you have inside you because your soul seeks complete submission to me.<br><br>“You, my own sweet pet, are already mine. Your body and soul are aroused, waiting for my touch. Your muscles are tense, waiting for the word of command that will tell you what to do. Your whole being is anxious for more. As is mine, pet. I want to take your nipples in my hands make the whole restaurant jealous of your pleasure. But first we must relax, my pet, and eat.”<br><br>The stranger reached up to Bethany’s shoulders and turned her slightly so he could begin to massage her neck and shoulders with his strong, rough fingers. He applied hard pressure to her tense and knotted muscles. “Relax, sweetness. Relax.” He pressed his thumbs into her muscles and felt her body heat. His hands wanted to grab her breasts or spread her legs and find her wet pussy, but he kept his hands at her shoulders.<br><br>Finally the waitress returned to the table and asked if they were ready to order. The man nodded and continued to massage Bethany’s shoulders and upper arms while he ordered. “To start, we will have the mini goat cheese tarts. For dinner, she will have the vegetable salad with rosemary and olive oil dressing.” The waitress looked a little surprised by the man ordering for Bethany, and glanced over to Bethany but said nothing as the man continued. “I will have the veal chops with Roquefort butter, and the French string beans with peppers.” The waitress nodded and asked what they would have to drink. “Oh. More of the wine will be good for now. When the meal comes, you can bring us some Courvoisier.” The waitress nodded and went on her way.<br><br>The stranger felt in his own soul a deep desire for Bethany. He too had gone to that bar that night seeking what his soul needed. He had spent many nights seeking. And now here in this place he was certain he had found that his soul needed her. His soul and body ached to take her, to unite with her in pleasure. His cock had never been so hard, and yet there was so much left to do. He breathed deeply and slowly and tried calm himself.<br><br>“Relax,” the man said to Bethany. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Relax and enjoy the sensation of my hands on you. Feel the handle of the flogger inside you. Feel your desire to submit overwhelm your confusion. Relax and surrender to the control you know you desire.” He kissed her ear and continued pressing his fingers into her shoulders, massaging her muscles and forcing them to unknot. “Relax, my sweet, and enjoy a part of what it means to be my pet.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 08:29:23</strong>
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				Bethany sat there, her cheeks heating to a bright flush at his words. Words she wanted to argue against, but couldn't because all of them were true. She didn't know just how true they were until he touched her, her body so easily responding to him, bending to his wishes just as she had. When he began to knead her muscles she trembled, her body leaning back in to his hands. When he spoke of the flogger her cunt clenched around the handle, making her shudder as she bit back a low moan, not quite silencing it. <br><br>When the waitress came over she bent her head so her face could not fully be seen, Bethany was sure the waitress knew exactly what she was doing here. When asked if they were ready to order Bethany had been about to say she had not even seen a menu yet, his words immediately silencing her, her teeth clenching. Never had a man done such for her before and she was shocked at first, though he had spoken with such surety of her meal that she tilted her head to turn and look at him. <br><br>She murmured a 'thank you" just before his lips moved near her ear, telling her to relax. His. So often he used those words and with absolute certainty that she was indeed his. She had to admit to herself she liked the way he spoke, even if it made her blush and squirm. Or... maybe because it did. Relax? She felt like putty in his hands. And oh yes, she was feeling the handle of the flogger buried deep inside her aching pussy. Each movement of his hands seemed to be connected to it, though he never strayed from her shoulders. <br><br>"Who are you?" she asked in a throaty whisper, his hands having their desired affect on her as all the tenseness in her shoulders melted away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:49:54</strong>
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				He felt her muscles relax under his hands, and he allowed himself a moment to slide his hands along her sides. He leaned his head to her and kissed her neck gently.<br><br>“Who am I?” His lips were against her ear, brushing her skin as he whispered. “You know who I am. You are here because I told you to be here. You wear the clothes I told you to wear. You have a flogger in your sweet little pussy because I told you to put it there. You know who I am.”<br><br>He sighed softly against her ear. He wanted so much to turn her around and begin kissing her and ripping away her clothes. He did not. But he did slide his left hand down to her skirt. Slowly and gradually, he pressed his fingers under the waist of the skirt. He pushed his hand to her crotch and his fingers began to explore. He could feel the leather of the flogger and the fabric of her panties. He slipped fingers under her panties and let his fingers feel the spread lips of her pussy. The heat his fingers sensed in her flesh made him smile. He lowered his mouth to her neck and gently kissed her. “My own sweet pet,” he whispered, “you are a beautiful woman. I adore how your body looks and smells and tastes and feels.” He nibbled softly on her neck. His fingers stroked her sex slowly. He exhaled slowly, his breath flowing over the skin of her neck. He turned to face the table and sit normally in the restaurant booth, though his kept his left hand inside her skirt. His fingers still slowly caressed Bethany’s vaginal lips as the waitress arrived at the table with the appetizer.<br><br>The waitress placed the small plate down on the table and looked over her two customers. “Is everything alright?”<br><br>He nodded. “Yes.” He looked at the plate of goat cheese tarts. “Those look yummy.”<br><br>The waitress looked at man. The waitress was unsettled by his gaze upon her. Something about his eyes made her want to at once both stare and look away. She turned her head slightly, and her eyes followed the line of his left arm. From where the waitress stood, the table blocked her view of Bethany’s waist, though the waitress could guess where the man’s hand was. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt a shiver on her spine.<br><br>“Hm?” The waitress nibbled her bottom lip for a moment and looked to the table. “Oh, yes, they are yummy. Your hand… Excuse me.” The waitress blushed. “I mean, your entrees should be out soon. Is there anything else you need?”<br><br>The man smiled warmly to the waitress. “No, but thank you.”<br><br>The waitress nodded nervously and walked quickly away.<br><br>With his right hand, he picked up one of the tarts and bit into it. “Mm… This is excellent.” He held out the remainder of the tart to Bethany.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 05:02:46</strong>
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				Bethany shuddered, tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck when he asked "Who am I?" because he was right. She did know. Though she had no words for it, she knew as surely as the sun rose and set that this man, somehow, owned her.<br><br>She sucked in her belly when his hand slipped under the waistband, a small helpless moan catching in her throat as his fingers pressed lower. Her eyes grew heavy when his lips returned to her neck, kissing, her thighs parting as his hand continued to explore her intimately. She forgot all about being in a public place, letting herself lean back against him, much as she had at the club. She felt herself growing wet with his explorations, every once in awhile a shudder running through her.<br><br>She started to say something when the waitress arrived, her cheeks coloring deeply as she turned her head, lowering it just enough to avoid her face being seen fully, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she tried to stifle any further moans. She managed a nod when the waitress asked if everything was alright, but another very low, quiet moan slipped past her lips and she whimpered softly, trying to stop it, trying to ignore the way his fingers played endlessly over hungry flesh.<br><br>She glanced at the food that was brought, giving another nod in agreement, though food was the last thing on her mind. <br><br>"She knows..." Bethany whispered out as soon as the waitress left, her hips pressing forward against his hand as she shuddered again. She leaned her head against his shoulder, tilting her face up to him when he spoke, lips parting as he held the remainder of the tart out to her, letting her lips close over his fingers to pull the food away. Her cunt clenched when her lips made contact with his fingers, the act of being fed like that one of the most intimate things she had ever experienced. She chewed slowly, her eyes meeting his. Oh yes, she knew, deep in her soul, she knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 23:17:34</strong>
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				The man smiled as Bethany leaned against him and took the remainder of the tart into her mouth. He felt her warm, soft lips on his fingers, and he let his hand linger there a moment. Her lips were so soft. And they were plump lips, not thin like those of so many women. He smiled as he contemplated how beautiful she was. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her body, all so exquisitely made. She was beautiful, and here she sat, eating from his hand.<br><br>“Yes, my own sweet pet,” he said softly, “the waitress does know. And she is probably envious.” He paused while he reached to pick up another goat cheese tart. He held it near Bethany’s mouth. “She likely doesn’t know you have a flogger in your sweet little cunt.” He gave the flogger the slightest of tugs and then his hand returned to idly stroking her vaginal lips. “Hm. Should we tell her?” He smirked.<br><br>“But we are not here to talk about her.” He slowly inhaled the scent of her presence. His cock twitched, and he desired to rip the skirt, panties and flogger from her and pull her body onto his hard cock, but he did not. He exhaled slowly. The fingers of his left hand began to slowly probe for her clit.<br><br>He felt the warmth of her body next to his own. He breathed in her scent, and it seemed like a narcotic to him. He felt light and happy. He wanted to send his hands over her naked form, explore her shape, explore how her body responded to his touch, but he could not. He was aware of their surroundings, and he reminded himself to be patient. All would be consummated in its proper time. Even so, her body was a temptation. His erection throbbed for a moment as his fingers found the hard flesh of her clit. He could feel the heat of her blood in her soft skin. His fingers pinched her clit for the briefest of moments before he made his fingers stroke the little nub of flesh softly and slowly. If only you knew, he thought, how much I have longed for you.<br><br>“Your submission delights me, pet. Your body is already like a toy for me. And you obeyed my commands for you today.” He spoke approvingly, almost as if he were talking to an obedient child. “You bought and wore everything I told you to buy and wear. Even the flogger. I cannot express here and now just how pleasing that is, my pet.” His fingertips stroked her clit gently for a moment, and then his fingers began to slide softly over her hard nub of flesh as he rubbed the sensitive, blood warm skin of her pussy around the flogger. “You are my pet. You have belonged to me since the moment you first backed into me. You could not walk away from me then. You cannot walk away from me now.<br><br>“You could have not come tonight.” His lips found her ear and brushed her skin as he whispered to her. “You could scream and push me away and leave. But you do not.” As he whispered, his wet fingers slid along the flesh of her labia and brought his fingertips to her clit. “You did come to me tonight. You came obediently. Like a pet. My pet. My own sweet pet.” He lightly stroked her clit, tracing tiny circles on her skin. “I am sure you have wondered who I am since we met. But you have also known who I am since that first moment.” He rested a single finger lightly on the very tip of her clit. “You need no one to tell you who I am. Your body knows. Your soul knows. And your mind knows.” He began to slowly and softly stroke just the tip of her clit.<br><br>“So little pet, you tell me who I am. Say the words. Acknowledge the truth of your existence as my personal, sweet and lovely pet. Say the words I know you long to say.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 19:15:55</strong>
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				Bethany whimpered softly as her body quivered and jumped with his touches. Her thighs spread further as she pressed in more against him, her breath shallow. "I ... I don't know. I just know... when you tell me to do something ... I want to." her voice was throaty and breathless, barely above a whisper for fear others would hear. <br><br>She paused as her pussy clenched and pulsed around the floggers handle, biting back another moan. "And I know ... I want you to touch me ... and talk to me the way you do." The admission made her cheeks color and she tipped her head so her face was half hidden by the fall of her hair. <br><br>What she said was the truth, as much as she had allowed even herself to admit. She didn't understand all of this but she was desperate for it not to stop. As much as his words scared her, they excited her, her belly feeling as if a flock of butterflies had taken up residence. <br><br>"I want to tell you I am not all that you say I am... but ..." tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Tears of shame, but also of something else. She had felt like something had been missing from her life, and as much as she did not understand what was happening in the larger scheme of things, this felt like a puzzle piece was slipping into place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bethany's Captivation (Emmaline &amp; Xajow)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 07:10:00</strong>
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				“But you know in your soul the truth is you are.” His lips were still whispering into her ear. He smiled at her words. She was still so reluctant to say exactly what she must know to be true. “Just as you know in your soul the truth of what I am, even though you cannot yet bring yourself to say it out loud.” His finger was still stroking the tip of her clit, but he slowly slid his finger and thumb to lightly grasp the sensitive bit of flesh. “Before we are done, my own sweet pet, I think you will beg to say it.” His finger and thumb began to slowly increase pressure on her clit. “Your body will demand it, and your mind will ache to acknowledge it, and your soul will need it.” As he spoke his finger and thumb gradually began to pinch her clit, softly at first, but soon the grip was tight, and eventually her clit was mashed hard. He held her that way as he continued to whisper to her ear.<br><br>“You would beg me right now to fuck you, if I allowed it.” The lust he felt for Bethany was leaking into the tone of his voice. “I will tell you a secret. It’s not just your arousal that makes this so. Your soul seeks the surrender that will come when you admit to yourself and to me who and what I am. Every part of your being and existence seeks what I offer to you.” He released her clit but pressed his palm to it as he slid his fingers down along the blood warm flesh of her pussy. The warm palm of his hand rubbed her flesh as he grasped the flogger where it entered her body. “My own, beautiful, sweet pet, I will tell you another secret.” He began to slowly and ever so slightly move the handle of the flogger back and forth within her. “Even though you do not understand in your mind why you so desire to obey me and to be touched by me, your soul already knows. It is because you were owned by me before you ever met me. You were never unowned. You were merely lost.” His hand was still making the handle of the flogger slide back and forth with the just barely enough motion to let her feel the leather move inside her. “You are like a lost pet who is finally finding her way back to where she belongs. You are my pet. Embrace it, sweet one. Embrace your home, the home of your soul.”<br><br>The man pushed the handle into her pussy and held it there a moment. He then removed his hand from her, sliding it out of her skirt. His mouth was still next to her ear as he lifted his hand and licked her juices from his fingers. “Mmm… Oh, you are delicious my own sweet pet.” He murmured the words softly in her ear. “Would that I could take you now, right here on the table. You taste like wine that is at once sweet and dry, honey and oak.” His pressed his lips to her ear, and the lust in his voice became unmistakable. “I want all of you, pet. And I have no doubt you would offer yourself to me even now, here in this place if I told you to do it. You are mine, pet. My own.” He growled softly into her ear as his cock ached to do exactly what he was talking about.<br><br>He licked the edge of Bethany’s ear and turned his head as the waitress was returning to the table. The waitress brought a bottle of Courvoisier XO and a pair of snifters to the table. She set the glasses down and carefully opened the bottle. Trying not to look at the man, she poured a small amount of the amber liquid into a snifter and handed the glass to him. He took the glass and swirled the cognac around for a moment. He held the glass to his face and breathed in the scent of the cognac.<br><br>“Mm. Yes, excellent.” He swirled the liquid around again and then took a sip. “Perfect.” He handed the glass back to the waitress.<br><br>She poured a little more cognac into his snifter and then some into the other snifter, which she placed in front of Bethany. “I will bring your food now,” she said, still trying not to look at the man.<br><br>“Good,” he replied as he turned his attention back to Bethany. “Now, let the Courvoisier sit for a moment. It will begin to release the hidden scents that add to the flavor.” He took her glass and gave the cognac a swirl and then smelled it. “Mmm.” He held the glass to her face. “Stick your nose right in there and smell it before you sip.” As he tipped the snifter for her to taste the beverage, he said, “Careful now. Just a tiny sip at first. Let it coat your tongue as it slides back. Savor it slowly.” He lowered the snifter.<br><br>The waitress returned quickly with their dinners. She placed a vegetable salad in front of Bethany and plate of veal chops with roasted peppers and string beans in front of the man. As her gaze rose from the table, she was caught by his eyes. He was looking directly at her, and she could see a hint of his lust in his eyes. The waitress knew then that the image of him was going to seep into her dreams, and she suddenly felt vulnerable. Did he know that would happen? Did he want that to happen? The waitress could not be sure. But she suspected it for reasons she would never be able to explain.<br><br>“If you need anything,” said the waitress as she tried to regain her composure, “just let me know, and I’ll be glad to give it to you.” She blushed. “I mean I’ll be glad to get it for you.” She smiled and left before the man could respond and before his eyes and words could burn further into her mind.<br><br>The man watched the waitress beat a hasty retreat, and he chuckled. He looked over his food and Bethany’s as he lifted his knife and fork. “Looks good.” He began to cut the tender meat on his plate. “How is your salad?” he asked, giving Bethany, for the first time since his last request, the option to respond.<br><br>His touches and his words had been intended to turn her inwards, to prepare her to come to grips with what she was and was to become. He had prepared for a week before he had called her back, and he was essentially giving Bethany only a few hours to prepare for what was to come.<br><br>Thinking about his plans made his cock twitch. His thoughts were more jumbled than he had experienced in years. He knew he needed to wait, but he had a hard time not imagining Bethany naked and laying on the table as he licked Courvoisier from her breasts. He imagined rubbing pieces of his veal chops on her pussy to get the flavor of her juices on the meat. He was surprised again by the way she inspired such fantasy in him. He had to take a deep breath and calm himself to clear his mind.&nbsp; Even so, as he ate, his eyes were rarely away from Bethany’s face and body. He looked at her lips as she spoke. As she ate, he watched her throat and her chest. The scent of her seemed to flavor everything, his food, the cognac and even the air. Her presence teased his senses, and he ached to have her. Soon, he reminded himself, soon.
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