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The Seed Part 4 (A Virgin to His Ways)

“You look so beautiful, my sweet. Like a virgin bride on her wedding night.”            
“I ain’t no virgin.”            
“Yes, you are, my pet. Oh yes, you are.”            
He walked toward me with a sinister grin on his face and although I smiled, I unconsciously trembled. This man has such power over me, I know he’s aware and it excites me that I submit to this man. I know he’s going to take care of me, even if he does things to my body I once considered too far off the grid for me.            
He lightly ran his index finger along my jaw line, put his finger under my chin and lifted my face so that I was looking up at him. He’s almost a foot and a half taller than me and looking into his eyes, I felt desired and beautiful, but I also found myself looking to him for reassurance that whatever was going to come next wouldn’t be too much for me.            
We walked towards the other room down the hall from the master bedroom. The light was off in the hallway, but there were streams of sunlight that seemed to bounce off the floor and onto my feet and legs as I walked, making the darkness not so intimidating. I walked with my head down, looking at the floor to watch my steps and held onto what reassurance and hope that sunlight offered me. I had a feeling I would need it.            
Another bed on a platform, only this bed was round and in the middle of the room. Curious, I began to walk into the room when I was stopped.            
“I didn’t tell you that you could move. You must learn to ask when you want something.”            
“I would like to look around a bit, may I?” I asked hesitantly. I knew to stand still as I asked. I don’t know how I did it, it seemed like my legs had a mind of their own. I had to use all of my will to stand there.            
“Head down, and my name is Sir,” he said as he walked toward me. He had something in his hand. I assumed it was another flogger and my heart began to beat wildly. As he got closer I saw that it was a black leather choker with a large silver “ O” ring in the center and silver snaps in the back. I knew immediately what he was doing, he was claiming me. This was a collar. I read about this, so I thought I knew. But I didn’t. He placed the collar on my neck and said what I assumed he would say. That I was his and I would have to obey him. I was prepared for that. I wasn’t prepared for was what came next.            
“You must do as I say, at any time, anywhere. No questions asked. If you do not, there will be consequences, which you may not enjoy, even though I will. If you do obey me, I will take care of your every need and give you pleasure beyond what you think could be possible.” He said this to me, inches away from my face as he looked into my eyes. Our gazes were locked as he put the collar on me, and when he finished I instinctively I put my head down as I said, “thank you for the gift, Sir.” What he didn’t see was the smile I was trying to contain and therefore, the infatuation I was feeling.          
“On your knees,”            
I got in my knees and he walked in front of me.            
“Disrobe me.”            
I reached in front of me and pulled down his black silk boxers. He was wearing a black robe also, but I didn’t ask if I could stand up once I realized I should take the robe off. His hardness surprised me. He seemed larger than before and when his dick sprang free from the cloth, I looked at him admiringly and pulled the boxers slowly down to his ankles. He moved his feet and stepped out of the boxers and stood there waiting for me. Do I ask what to do next? Do I wait? What should I do? I stayed on my knees and put my hands behind my back although his lovely cock was inches from my forehead and I wanted nothing more than to just tilt my head and lick along the length of him. I just waited. My heart was beating wildly. I wanted to obey and part of me didn’t. That surprised me, that I wanted to find out what these “consequences” would be.            
He moved his groin towards my face. An indication that I should begin to pleasure him. I leaned forward slightly and tilted my head up a bit and licked from his balls to the top of his dick. He didn’t make a sound. Then I took the length of him into my mouth and lapped at his balls every time my mouth reached the base as I went from base to tip while sucking. I wanted to please him, I wanted to feel his manhood in my mouth, I wanted to take care of him just as he said he would take care of me.            
He put his hands on the back of my head and took control. He began thrusting his hips forward and back, jamming his dick against the back of my throat as I held my mouth open. I couldn’t think straight. He was using me for his pleasure in the most animalistic way. After a few seconds I found that I was getting wet as I felt the slickness between my legs. I just can’t believe the hold he has over me. How he can treat me like I’m his lover, his possession and a toy all at the same time and how my body responds as if it has a life if it’s own.            
He abruptly stopped and pulled away, dragging me forward somewhat. I steadied myself by putting my hands on the floor. When he placed the collar on my neck I put my hands behind my back before bowing my head and I had to put them out and on the floor so that I didn’t fall over.            
He walked over to a table against the wall next to the doorway. I couldn’t see what was on that table, but I believed that they were toys we were going to use. What I didn’t expect was what came next.            
“Hands behind your back, my sweet.”            
He had canvas straps, chains and leather cuffs and connected the collar to my wrists. As he closed the cuff and I head the chain lock, I began to get scared, really scared. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this. There were no other words spoken and I was thinking that I had just performed with my hands behind my back already, so why this?            
“Bend forward.”            
As I was bending forward he put a position pillow under my pelvis. I never felt so naked. I had white crotchless panties on with my white lingerie and lace robe. He left all of that on me and even though I was clothed, I didn’t remember ever feeling as vulnerable ad I did at that moment.            
I was on the floor with hands bound behind my back, bent over a pillow with my ass in the air. Was he going to get down here and fuck me like this? Why? There’s a bed right there. And this feels so awkward. I work out, I do yoga, but this…this actually hurt.            
“Relax, you’re too tense, it will go easier if you relax.”            
What the hell? What’s he doing? If he was trying to get me to relax, this was not going to work. Put me in the bed, make love to me, then I’ll relax.            
I felt the cool lube on my back entrance and I began to pant. The lace of my panties was soaked and I wished they were off. He waited a few minutes (I think he was enjoying this exquisite torture) and then I felt the tip of something that reminded me of chrome between buttocks. He was pushing against my other entrance and it wasn’t that bad to be honest. I sighed and he pushed further. The strange sensation grew to a pleasurable ache and I unconsciously lifted my ass.            
He chuckled as I lay there like that. “This is so you feel more pleasure when we are together,” I heard him say as I wondered what he meant. Then it dawned on me. We are going to fuck. I’ve read about this too, how butt plugs make the pleasure of sex more intense and I wiggled my ass in anticipation. I was hoping he’d take off these cuffs and unbind me. This man is making my fantasies come true, something even my main guy can’t do. I thought about him for an instant as a vision of his face flashed in my head. But just as quickly, my mind brought me back to the present and I couldn’t contain my excitement. He’s teaching me so much, there’s so much I don’t know.            
He took off the cuffs and I pushed myself up off the floor, grateful to be free. Then the plug shifted and I let out a sigh. That thing feels so damn good. I have no idea how it’s going to feel when he takes me. If this feels good, that must be out of this world. I began to pant, the sweat appearing on my upper lip and my chest began heaving. Not now, not a panic attack now, I thought.            
“You’re okay, breathe.”            
My mind was going crazy with pleasure and anticipation. I was just standing there. I wanted to run to the bed, hop in it and invite him in. But I didn’t dare. I had to ask and how do you say that like this? How do I do anything without him now? Oh my God, he’s made me into a submissive. A submissive. My most dear fantasy that I haven’t told anybody. I was in awe and I thought I would pass out from sheer joy.
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