Meta Story [Part One]

Meta Story – Part One

'Write me a story,' you suggest. We are laying there in post-coital bliss. My thighs are still damp and sticky, my breasts are still flushed, the nipples swollen from the seemingly endless pinching, clamping and suckling. As I always do, I idly play with my own breasts after sex. It's... oddly comforting. A way of asserting my femininity, I suppose, even though I'm as far removed from feminine as it's possible to get.

'A story?' I turn onto my side and look at you quizzically. 'What sort of story?'

The grin on your face is mischievous. 'Porn,' you reply. 'Erotica. Whatever you want to call it. Write down a story about one of your deepest desires. You're a filthy little whore at time. I bet it would be sensational. Be as creative as you like. After all, it's just a story. Then, when you've written it...' Hunger, plain and simple on your face. 'Then you can read it out to me.'

'I've never written that sort of stuff before,' I reply, grinning back. 'I can't!'

'What if I were to order it?' God, I love it when you speak to me in the 'Master' voice. Despite the fact that I have just been fucked senseless for hours, I feel the urge to start all over again, just with that one command.

'Well, that would be different then,' I say. My hand absently slides down and wraps itself around your cock. It is soft and spent after your exertions, but I know from experience that it will not take much to bring you back to full arousal. When I do – and I will – we will make love. Not just frenetic, desperate sex. Not the roleplaying master/slave thing, but an act of deep affection.

Much as I like to be used and abused, there's a lot to be said for lovemaking.

Some time later, you are sleeping. I can't. My mind is filled with so many ideas. A story. About one of my deepest desires.

I smile, settling on an idea and drift off into comfortable sleep.

*

Her senses were lost to her. Duct tape held her mouth closed, holding the penis gag tightly in place. It filled her mouth and although she tried her hardest to call out, nothing more than a faint mumble could be heard. A blindfold had been placed across her eyes and then something... a hood, perhaps? Maybe a pillowcase? Whatever it was, it had gone on over the gag and blindfold.

It had happened so fast.

'Don't struggle and I won't hurt you,' said the voice; unfamiliar and deep. She didn't know who it was. She had been grabbed from behind, a hand clamping itself over her mouth to stop her screaming. She had felt the press of the blade against her neck and had complied instantly. Who this stranger was who had lain in wait for her in her own house was well prepared. She hardly dared swallow for fear the tip of the blade would cut into her throat.

'I will remove the knife if you promise not to scream. Do you do that?' He released his hand from her mouth enough for her to make a noise.

She didn't dare nod. 'Yes,' she whispered.

'Good girl.' He released his hand and she felt the blade leave my throat. She had little time to feel relief however, because he shoved the gag roughly into her mouth, sealing it over with duct tape. Then had come the blindfold and the hood.

'Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.'

This stranger, this violent, desperate stranger was going to rape her. And kill her. Or kill her then rape her. Whatever he wanted, he would not be denied. She hesitated and he pressed hard down on her shoulders, forcing her to my knees.

'Hands behind your back, you little bitch. Don't hesitate to obey me, or so help you, you'll regret it.'

She mumbled something into the gag, but did as he asked. He grabbed hold of her wrists and she heard the unmistakable sound of a cable tie as he bound her wrists.

'Sexy,' he said. 'You look helpless kneeling there.' He moved closer and she could feel him press what had to be his crotch into her face. Even through the hood, through the thick denim of his jeans, she could feel his hardening cock and smell the musk of his desire. 'I might just get more than I bargained for out of this job. Now you just stay there whilst I look for your valuables. If you try to move... well. I'm sure you can imagine what...'

'What are you writing?' You're trying to peer over my shoulder. I alt-tab out of the word processor.

'Don't look!'

'Are you doing it?' The delight in your voice is sweet.

'Maybe. But stop looking.'

'Fuck, you're amazing.' You kiss me on the head and go about your business. The mood is rather lost now though. I had started to get aroused writing this, which I'm guessing was probably your idea to begin with. I glance across at you. You're on the sofa, playing one of your endless computer games and so I feel comfortable enough to get back to it.

Where was I?

'...well. I'm sure you can imagine what I will do to you. Do you understand me?'

She nodded her head. Tears were leaking out behind the blindfold. She had never been so afraid. She could hear the intruder as he opened drawers and cupboards. Occasionally, he would make a noise of triumph and she guessed that he'd found something he thought he could sell. What does he need the money for, she wondered. Drugs? Alcohol? To pay off a debt?

'You got any beer in the fridge?' She heard him open the door of the fridge and help himself to one of the bottles in there. There was the sharp sound of a bottle cap being removed. She didn't know what he looked like, but she pictured him standing there, confident in his power, chugging down the beer prior to... whatever it is he planned to do next. Her body temporarily betrayed her as she could not suppress the sudden rush of desire. She had always liked to be tied up during sex, but this was...

'Stand up.' He grabbed hold of her and pulled her to her feet. She must have missed him approaching, distracted by her own traitorous thoughts. She stumbled slightly, but he kept her steady. 'We're going somewhere a little more comfortable,' he informed her. 'Where you will do everything I tell you without question.' He shoved her forward and she crashed into the wall. It was not hard, but enough for her to let out a mumble of shock through the gags. He grabbed tightly hold of her, pulling her back against him. His now solid cock pressed into the small of his back – he was taller than she was, but then most men were.

'Clumsy bitch.' He grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her in the direction he wanted her to go. She knew her own house; he was taking her to the foot of the stairs. In his hand was the beer bottle. She could feel it, cold against the skin of her neck. With stringent instructions, he guided her one step at a time upstairs.

'I wasn't expecting you to be home,' the intruder said. 'Lucky me, eh?'

He had guided her into her bedroom. She could recognise the distinct scent of the candles she burned there to keep it smelling nice and that created an air of delicious erotica when she had sex. Now, she felt like a cheap whore.

'Nice,' he said in an approving kind of voice. 'On your face, bitch. Lie down on your front. I'm going to cut your hands loose, but don't you dare struggle.'

He knew better than that already. With that, he pushed her to the bed. In a single, deft stroke of his knife, he cut through the cable tie, freeing her hands. Her face, already hidden beneath layers of blindfold and hood had still more of the light cut out by having her head face down amongst the pillows. His voice came in a distant muffle to her.

'Fuck, I'm going to enjoy having you.' She felt his hand on her ass and he squeezed her ass. 'But I'm going to enjoy taking away any control you thought you might have over this situation little bit by little bit. Turn over.' She felt him trace the tip of the knife down her spine, through the t-shirt she wore.

She did as she was told immediately, frightened that he would simply stab her if she didn't. Immediately, two rough hands latched onto her breasts and fondled her with aggressive lust. Her nipples could not help but respond to his touch and he laughed coarsely.

'Looks like you're the kind of slut who's going to enjoy being had, too. I am a lucky fucking bastard.'

The knife cut through the t-shirt easily enough, and he grabbed hold of the two cut ends, tearing it up the middle until her breasts, held in place by a white bra were exposed. For the first time since her ordeal had begun, she began to squirm, putting out her hands to push him back, flailing wildly at the place her disoriented senses told her he must be. He grabbed her hands and pushed them back down on the bed, laughing all the while.

'Remember who's in control here,' he said. There was a slight struggle, then she gave in. He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. 'And don't forget the safe word.'

*

I think that will do for tonight. I am decidedly hot under the collar now. But first, I think I might invite you up to bed.

Perhaps I might carry on writing this later.

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arghhhhh, hurry up with what happens next, cant beleive you stopped just as it was getting going

more, more, more, more, more............................

Well done that was really good , you really created the visuals so well it had me worried and intrigued at the same time..you have a literary gift..keep it up you have real talent :)