Lead me into temptation.

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Lead me into temptation.

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The warm water running from the facet brought the quick pang to my bladder. This was not the first time I had forgotten to pee when I needed to and being in the kitchen, washing the vegetables brought the need to the forefront of my mind. Immediately I shifted from my left leg to right, instantly reciting what can only be described as the "pee pee dance". As I shuffled into the living room I could see Masters smile and asked him for permission to go pee. With the look of a Cheshire cat he responded with a resounding yes; however, his answer did not end there.

"You may go pee slave. Outside."

I was dumbfounded by his words. He was telling me to urinate outside. In the day light. With neighbours all home. Outside. Was he kidding me? Outside! I found myself trying to negotiate. In fact I was begging. Still, no matter how I pleaded, Master held to his decision and the tension deep inside me was building, so much so that I was certain if I actually parted my legs I would have made a mess on the hall way floor. I was beside myself and Master could see my turmoil; however, he did not change his mind. Instead he rose from his seat, took my hand and walked with me, leading me through the sliding doors to the fenced yard. My eyes scanned the perimeters, fearful of catching anyone persons glance. I could not spot a single neighbour and with frustration seething through my core, I moved to the furthest corner of the lawn, hidden by a deck and brick wall. Master stood before me, back to my face and as I squatted on the grass, I could hear the all embarrassing release of my bladder.

As I pulled my capris up over my thighs I could feel the first trickle of tears slide down my cheeks. I felt weak, shamed and vulnerable and all I wanted was to run back inside the house. As I moved to take a step, Master turned, wrapped his arms around my torso and whispered how very proud he was of me. Keeping one hand on my lower back, he allowed his free hand to slide up my side, over my shoulder until his fingers cupped my chin, guiding me to look a him. I kept my gaze matched with his and it was once I witnessed his smile that I felt all reserve dissipate inside me. I had been angry with him when I stood up; I was angry that he had humiliated me in such a manner, that he had treated me like an animal and yet, when I saw the curl of his lips and the pleasure in his eyes, everything else disappeared. Instinctively I smiled in return and with a soft kiss to my lips, Master took my hand in his and guided me back inside the house.

I did not skip a beat and returned right where I left, in the kitchen tending to dinner.

Something happened to me in those moments outside. I can not describe them I can only say that I felt connected to Master, connected with myself and I felt free. The evening progressed much like usual with me serving Master his dinner, the two of is engaging in random conversation and with me tending to the dishes once our meal was complete. I am not exactly sure how I sensed something was different with Masters demeanor, there was simply a feeling that kept tickling my senses.

I had been outside conversing with the neighbour, giving her the key to our home so that she could watch our kittens while we went to visit friends over the weekend when Master came to steal me away. Although Master spoke not a word I knew he had been plotting and as we entered through the front door my thoughts were confirmed when Master instructed me to change into my barely covering me black slip and to come down stairs immediately. I was hesitant but obeyed and as I took my final step into the basement I was confronted with a contraption that I new would only bring immobility to me and perhaps pleasure for Master.

Although the world of kink is one I have been actively exploring since I was eighteen, I had yet to be completely bound in any extreme manner. I was instructed to stand straight as Master brought the wooden bar level to my shoulders. I was than told to loop my arms around the beam where Master than used black electrical tape and bound my arms, elbow bent, to the stick. Prior to restraining my arms behind me, Master had placed the heavy black leather shackles to my ankles with a steel spreader bar, forcing my legs wide apart and in turn causing me to work diligently not to fall over or lose my balance. As my body became less my own and more a toy I could feel a slight level of anxiety begin to rise deep within my chest and my heart rate quickly escalated. Master proceeded to play with me and moved to his knees so that he was looking right at my cunt. Teasingly he placed the long blue bullet shaped vibrator against my clitoris, ensuring it would stay in its place, Master used electrical tape once again and trapped the device against my flesh. Next he moved behind me and after lubing up the fox tail butt plug, he gently inserted the bulbous head deep into my unforgiving ass cunt.

I am uncertain as to how I was feeling exactly at that moment; however, the instant I felt the pink heart swatter against my bare bottom, I knew my emotions were about to bubble over and the more Master spanked me the less control I felt over not only my body but also my emotions. The first few tears were are that it took for more tears to flow and within minutes I was in a full blown sob. Part of the crying came from the slight pain Master was inflicting on my bottom but most of it was caused simply from being overwhelmed. At one point when Master brought the little paddle down onto my flesh slightly harder than previously, I turned my body rather abruptly and growled and I believe even hissed slightly through the pink gag in my mouth. My aggression seemed to amuse Master and when I heard his snicker I became even more infuriated. Master did not stop though, instead he continued tapping my ass cheeks, eventually placing his body in front of mine, running his fingers over my buzzing mound, eventually sliding his wandering digits into my cunt. I remember experiencing pain as he pushed inside me and I begged him to stop.

There are moments I can not remember, memories that are fuzzy during that short period in the basement but I do recall Master pulling my chin, bringing my gaze into his and it was in that instant Master stopped playing with me in that fashion and slowly released me from his bindings. Once I was free from his capture, Master guided me upstairs where he allowed me a moment to wipe my tears away, gain the tiniest amount of composure and take a deep breath. Once I had calmed down enough and was no longer crying, Master pushed me down and once again started to play with his toy once more. I can not remember it all but there was a point when Master had me on the sofa, his cock thrusting into my ass cunt, while he had a fistful of my hair and was telling me to look outside.. to let everyone see my face as he fucked me. I was embarrassed, I was aroused, I was a greedy rag doll and Master was taking everything he wanted from me.

After Master had used and stretched my ass cunt, he pushed me to my knees and told me to wait while he washed his cock. As soon as he returned he slumped back onto the cushions of the chesterfield and yanked my hair until he guided my mouth onto his cock where he skull fucked me until he came down my throat, not allowing me to spill any of his cum. Once Master had released, my body slumped against his with my head on his thigh, eyes closed, processing everything that transpired between us both during the past couple hours.

I was quiet with Master for the remainder of the evening, wanting to stay close but uncertain as to what to say. I felt used. Used in a manner I had not experienced before. I was confused with the tears that poured down my cheeks, unsure of the panic and fear in which I felt. Sometime later I asked Master why he had stopped playing with me when he did and he shared with me that when he looked in my eyes he did not see pleasure but rather struggle and he knew it was time to take me up stairs again. I was not surprised by his words because there had been a moment when I found myself not even "there" and was staring off into nothingness; not feeling anything, not hearing anything, truly it was the closest experience of being a doll - no emotion, no sensation, nothing. I am unsure as to why I went to that place because I love and trust Master, but for whatever reason, I did. I went there, wherever, there is and it took Masters touch to bring me back to reality.

Interestingly, what surprised me the most, even more than my discern through the entire experience, is that when Master placed his fingers against my cunt slit, I was moist. Not just a little bit either, a great deal. I am dumbfounded that even though my mind was anything but aroused, my body certainly felt desire. As much as I have processed those hours I still do not understand how or why my body responded in the fashion it did. My emotions were raw, I was sobbing almost hysterically and I felt humiliated, afraid, uncertain, confused and yet I was wet. Not only was I leaking but once Master brought me to the living room all I wanted was for Master to use me, to fuck me harder than he ever had before, to completely turn me into his puppet and pull my strings and force me to do absolutely everything he desired, solely for his pleasure, for his delight.

Since that Friday evening I have spent numerous hours thinking, even dreaming of Master using me in that manner, pushing me even further and each time that I do I feel the heat between my legs and I can not help but wonder just when he will thread his fingers through mine and lead me down those steps, leading me to the unknown.

~His

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