CHAPTER 1 I awaken suddenly from my dream.... It’s still dark as I open my green eyes, my body can feel it’s close to my wake up time..... Another dream that YOU,My Sir J ,have haunted... Your words playing over and over in my head.... “You are getting close Baby” I close my eyes.... I need to forget... Lying in bed I think back to my erotic dreams and let my hands wander over my body…. As they do… Every morning... I’m not naked this morning so my hands don’t find my skin but that of my satin night wear ... The soft silky feeling of my deep purple negligee arouses me... I touch my soft breasts and the intricate handwoven black lace that holds them rubs against my swollen nipples... Pinching them hard I play with them for a while …. I continue my assault on my breasts… I can feel my cunt getting sopping wet.... I squeeze my legs together restlessly... I allow my hands to wander further down leaving my soft breasts... Gliding my hands over my tummy I come into contact with my bare flesh… I marvel at the contrast between satin, lace and skin... My hands find their way lower down.... I open my legs and allow myself access to my most sacred of places... slipping a hand underneath the black lace that covers my cunt... I feel the smoothness of my mons… I move my hand lower to my opening... I feel my wetness... My cunt is smooth and silky and my juices make me slippery... Parting my lips I push my fingers inside my hot cunt... Softly moaning I find what I’m looking for with my fingers... The sensation is amazing as I rub the top of my inner cunt walls stimulating my G spot... Taking my fingers out I feel the emptiness that I leave behind... I bring my fingers to my lips and sticking my tongue out I taste myself …. Then slowly I suck my fingers clean... Returning to my cunt I raise my ass off the bed... I slip my fingers under the black flimsy lace of my French style knickers, slowly peeling them off. Throwing them somewhere on the floor of my boudoir.... My hands returning to my wet cunt, I start rubbing myself... I close my eyes as my fingers find my already swollen clit...... It’s then that my mind starts wandering again.... “ I read our mails every day My Sir J”... “Over and over “.... “ If they were written on paper they would be brittle and breaking already”... “My Sir J were you just a dream?” Trying to clear my head I rub myself harder trying to reach the point of no return... No matter how hard I try I can’t clear my mind and my orgasm eludes me... AGAIN Crying out in frustration I stop... I lie there for a moment staring into the darkness of the early morning... I switch on my lamp and get out of my warm bed... As I move around my boudoir I catch my reflection in the mirror and for a moment muse over the woman looking back at me... I’m South African born but the blood that runs in my veins is French and Dutch… I look at my unusual features and wonder what you would see... My long black curly hair Is tussled and messy from sleep but frames my face like a black halo... My green eyes look haunted this morning and long dark lashes can’t hide the confusion in them. My lips are naturally swollen like they have just been kissed ....the natural dark pink blush of them looking like permanent make-up. My negligee falls perfectly over the curves of my feminine body... I stand there and just stare... This morning hasn’t started as it should….. again... I haven’t managed to write a single word in days… But today I think that may change… I have been ordered by Ivan to be at an address at 9 am sharp... Looking over to my clock the time reads 4:30 am. Placing my leg on the bed I insert my Chinese balls. I then take my long black silk gown and wrap it around my body…. I go outside and reflect on what was to possibly come... Sitting outside I open my phone and go back to our mails... Right back to almost our beginning.. Back to the promise you made.... I look for the promise that made me agree to see Ivan again... I find it and read it. “My Sasha,” “Keep in mind that at all times I promise this, you will be used and taken advantage of, so expect nothing else than just be my preferential toy.” “Sir J” I’m smiling as I read it.... Our meeting each other was purely by chance and fate herself has laid the path I now walk on. “because of YOU My Sir J”.... To someone that doesn’t know you this mail would read harsh and unfair... “BUT… My Sir J they don’t know the rest... YET”…. This was one of your first promises to me right in the beginning... It’s here My Sir J that I will begin... The first of your promises I will fulfill... But only because I want to. And for my pleasure as YOU said it should be. Ivan wanted me as his toy and I gave myself to him that day... Nervously I look now for the mails that haunt my dreams even in daylight. The first time you said the words… Those words play over and over in my mind.... Finding the mail that I sent you first… I start reading.... “My Sir J” “They say the truth comes from a child and a drunk’s mouth.”... “I am ever the slightly inebriated from way to many glasses of very good wine”. “A lesson I was taught as a child resonates with me right now”. “There is nothing uglier than a drunk woman”... “My Sir J today I hope this will be my last mail to you, as past this point I may say way more than I should and way more than is needed or ladylike I’m afraid “... “So here is where I apologize for anything said past this point”... “Perhaps it’s to late for that as I’m already rambling”... “In layman terms My Sir J I have had way too much to drink”... “You have been in my thoughts and on my lips”... “ I think about you ever second I can”. “Good night my Sir J before I give away all my secrets and lose some of the enigma that is me.”.. “Sweet dreams My Sir J”... “Wish I was lying gently in your lap tonight with us talking about nothing in particular”... “Today My Sir J I am slightly melancholy”... “Today I need to be loved”.... “The images in my head”... “Your Sasha “ Reading the mail I feel tears welling in my eyes... I rambled everything to you..... I find your reply to my inebriated mail and tears start to flow… Your reply was simple but yet the words spoken at the end still haunt me... “Does it My Sasha? “Your Melancholy I read between the lines”….. “I need some good wine too, and of course amazing company like you, to share the best of the best”. “You are getting close MY baby”. “Sir J” Xxx” You sent those words to me many times after I rambled my heart out… And I replied over and over in many a mail… CLOSE TO WHAT? Silently I whisper into the cold morning light… “close to what”….. I look at the time again... 6 am... It’s your wake up time... God am I crazy? Am I going fucken crazy? I asked you these words over and over when I couldn’t understand our connection… You reply was always the same: “NO” Going to the kitchen I make my first cup of coffee… The morning passes quickly.. Checking the time I see it’s already 7:30 am… Its time!!! I choose my outfit carefully as I always do these days... “I dress every morning as if I may by chance bump into YOU”… Am I strange? Some would think so…. “ My Sir J I don’t even really know what you look like.” I choose my lingerie for one purpose today though and one purpose only… To get fucked... The colour of choice is obvious... Black and red… I pull my lace suspenders up over my hips... Then I slowly roll my sheer silk stockings onto my shapely legs and fasten them into the lacy suspender belts... My knickers come next… I look at my choice of the top of my outfit,lying on my bed and smile wickedly… “I’m wearing a corset today My Sir J”… Taking the corset I wrap it around my body and start fastening the belts and buckles that hold it together in front... I move to the mirror so I that can see the full effect… I look myself over and even I become breathless at the picture before me... “My Sir J “.. “YOU love your lingerie”. “We spent many a mail discussing how my underwear is chosen as my daily weapon ”... “My secret under my clothes that no one can see”... “My Sir J you would have appreciated this vision”… The thick black lace of my suspenders hug my full rounded hips intimately… My knickers are black, made of French lace that looks seamless, they are tiny - barely covering the front of my smooth mons…. The corset is red satin and the same handwoven black lace from my knickers cover the cups that push my breasts up… The picture I see in front of me satisfies my dark mind and I continue getting CHAPTER 2 I arrive at the gate of a well- known golf estate and give the address to the guard at the entrance. Nervously I wait as he calls to allow me access….. I wonder whose house this is.. I should turn and run… This is not who I really am... Or is it? “My Sir J what have you done to me”... NO! I must continue on the path I have chosen.. It’s the only way I can reach you in some way... The only way I can ramble again… The guard gives me directions. I then drive into the estate… Arriving at the given address I start up the path of destiny,my heels clicking as I go, announcing my arrival... Ivan opens the door and invites me in.. I pass him as I enter and he grabs me, pushing me up against the wall of the entrance hall... Kissing me passionately , his hands all over my body... He is like a man starved and I’m loving it.. Breathlessly he steps away from me and commands me to remove the black dress I am wearing. I slowly slip my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, in beautiful disarray around my feet… I step away from it and look up... Ivan is looking at me with wild eyes. My mouth goes dry at the promises I see in his piercing blue eyes... With butterflies in my tummy I look away, feeling my wetness starting to run down my inner thighs. Ivan takes my hand and starts leading me through the house ... He stops suddenly… His eyes finding mine… Then he gently asks me… “Sasha what is your safeword?... Right there and then my world falls at my feet and I don’t know what to say... I know that I should answer but I can’t… “My Sir J I know Ivan is nothing like you, he is a hard Master”... I once asked YOU what kind of Master you were and your reply is etched in my memory as if I was reading it there and then. “My Sasha” “What kind of Master : a soft one…who loves fingering, and slapping the bum, playing with nipples and being seduced, and pulling the hair.”.. “Sir J” Your English always made me smile. Ivan pulls me away from my thoughts and asks again this time with authority - “YOUR SAFEWORD….. Sasha”. My name just a whisper on his lips… I look at him and my thoughts are in turmoil… It’s then I decide to give him everything I promised YOU!!! Even if it’s just for the day.. In an almost defeated voice I answer: “ no safeword Sir I trust you”.... He laughs, leading me deeper into the house. We arrive at a closed door and before Ivan opens it he once again pushes me against the wall and devours my lips with his mouth.. His hand finding the wetness between my legs.. Growling into my mouth he stops… He then opens the door and leads me to a covered patio... Wasting no time he takes me to an open section and I notice there are fastening clasps attached to a circular overhanging disk. My tummy pulls tight … I have never allowed anybody to tie me up… My past just didn’t allow my mind to trust someone enough… I will be totally helpless and no matter what I say, unable to stop Ivan… I have only known him less than a week… I swallow hard and relax... This is the new me, the person YOU helped create over the space of 50 days... I promised this to YOU…. This was supposed to be your First... Fuck it!!! I look into his eyes and smile… Taking it as a positive sign he leans over, kissing the top of my forehead… Ivan then takes each wrist and cuffs them in black leather cuffs. Bending down, he does the same to each of my ankles… The feeling of them being strange to me, but not uncomfortable as they felt as if lined with a fur of some kind. He moves me over to the hanging clasps. Raising my arms above my head, he clips them in place... I try pulling hard on them, hurting my wrists on the leather I realise I am bound… Ivan then presses something in his hand and the circular disk starts lifting up to the roof leaving me standing on the tips of my shoes… Just when I thought I would have to beg him to stop from the feeling welling up deep inside me… He stops..... Ivan comes behind me and grabs my breasts roughly through my corset, my body swaying from the assault… Kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. The sensations driving me wild. Bending down Ivan starts removing my black stilettos... I feel slight panic now. Without my shoes I won’t touch the ground…. I will be hanging from the ceiling… I’m about to say something… He then grabs me around the hips with one arm lifting me up and with the other free hand quickly pushes a circular platform under my stocking covered feet.... How did I miss this piece of equipment? Then I remember I never really got a chance to look at my surroundings… I was distracted by the restraints that I was now bound to.. Moving the platform in place I hear a clicking noise and can only assume that the platform has found the place it’s meant to be… Stepping up onto the platform Ivan stands in front of me and looks my whole body over with pride. I shiver to my core from sheer pleasure… I feel content that I have pleased him with my gift of submission… Putting his hands on my hips he gently nudges my legs apart with his foot… I open my legs as wide as they could go… Leaving the platform he bends down and fastens the cuffs on my ankles to the sides of the platform, tightening them, pulling my legs further apart... Standing there spreadeagled on this platform I feel vulnerable but also excited... Ivan then puts his hand into his pocket and holds the same gadget as before… My tummy flutters… He plays with it and I feel the platform under my feet move… Looking down I see the front and back of the platform folding down… Leaving me standing on nearly nothing, thus giving Ivan complete access to the front and back of my body... Standing up in front of me he adjusts the platform with his gadget and raises it slightly... My arms are not as tight anymore and I start to relax, with the most wicked thoughts now running through my head... What was I bound to I wonder … My mind alive with possibilities… Ivan takes my face in his hands and licks me from the tip of my chin to the top of my temple, ever so lightly that it causes my body to tremble with desire... My body’s response is immediate… I clench my muscles…. I know that I’m wet like never before but I can hardly feel my wetness with my legs so wide apart. Ivan places his hands on my hips and looks me in the eyes... “Your wetness Sasha is already leaking from you”. My face burns hot from my blushing.. How did he know I was thinking about it? I feel his hands tighten on my hips.. Then suddenly… My world starts spinning and I mean literally.... The very platform I’m bound to is turning around and I’m being spun… I want to vomit… Hanging my head I close my eyes and concentrate hard to hold the contents of my stomach down... Visions of Ivan’s cock down my throat, causing the same effect in me less than a week ago, seemed to help my predicament, but caused me to start giggling at the expression I imagined would be on Ivan’s face if I now vomited again… As the platform slowed down I felt his hands on my hips again stopping me and I thought the world was going to spin again.... But nothing happened and Ivan said not a word... Lifting my head I opened my eyes trying to focus on his beautiful face... My eyes finding his eyes as the world stopped turning in my head.... He looked at me for a moment and asked for the last time if I wanted a safeword … He warned me that anything from there on out was basically without limits, thus allowing him free range to do anything to me HE wanted and I would basically be giving him full OWNERSHIP. My mind was a whirlpool of emotion and again I didn’t know what to say... Before I could reply he stopped me with a finger to my lips… Ivan moved away from me to a table behind him and he returned with an emerald green satin box. It had a peacock that was intricately hand stitched on the lid. I noticed small gems that sparkled on the feathers of the peacock when he opened the lid of the box. Hiding the contents from my view he looked into my eyes and the look I saw both melted and froze the very core of my body... The emotions I was feeling and the way my body responded confused me... Ivan knew that I have never been dominated before and that I had no hard limits-as an erotic author my mind is wired different to most. He also knew I was new to it and my experience with BDSM was mostly research before I started this crazy journey with YOU… I was proverbially a virgin at this…. “MY SIR J” “I WISH I HAD MORE TIME WITH YOU”... “I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS STILL”… Ivan wasn’t done speaking and with the contents still hidden from my view informed me that he is putting a COLLAR on me as his property and will own me until I leave.... My tummy falls to the floor as I remember another place and time and then I remember a mail from you… My memory taking me far back to the my past ,unclear at first. The very fingers of time itself paging through my mind… The words in a contract from years ago jump to the forefront page of my memories. ***A collar, in the BDSM sense of the word, is the equivalent to a wedding band in the vanilla world and indicates ownership*** That contract was more than words and the collar was a serious commitment from both parties side… Why would Ivan want to collar me? The fingers of time bring me back before my mind could try answer the question.. The sudden sadness that engulfs my heart has nothing to do with that past… It’s because of the present . The here and now. The sadness is because of YOU. “My Sir J another promise”… The mail comes back to me and the eyes looking at me fade, becoming what I can only imagine to be your blue eyes… I close my eyes again and go down that path… I see the mails now… Everything so clear… “I had been silent for a while and not mailed you Sir J... I was so confused by you at the time... Everything you had commanded me to do I was doing... You were in everything of mine... My dreams. My thoughts. My fantasies. My actual sexual realities. I sat and looked at every mail you sent before this one for days… I read them over and over.,. But I had no words to describe what magic you possessed over me… It was as if you always knew exactly what to say and a mail that was a gentle threat turned out to be the mail that swayed me…. Your gentle threat to my days of silence was perfect”. I take a deep breath and see the mail again in my mind.. “My Sasha” “ I promise to bring a leash when I come, so that I can pull my toy towards where I WANT”. “And a collar to indicate that you are MY property” “Sir J” Breathing out I open my eyes … Ivan’s blue eyes are looking at me with questions… I can’t answer not yet!!! I close my eyes again and return to my memories… Remembering the words I sent back and the very memory nearly causing me to stop this all… My heart feeling like it wants to break… “Oh Sir J” “My heart just dropped into my knickers and my breathing has become shallow”. “ I am YOUR PROPERTY”... “I don’t even know you but you own my soul in ways you don’t know”... “It scares me and confuses me Sir J”... “Perhaps this has been why I have been silent”... “I am scared of my attraction to you and the control you have over me when you say things like THIS”... “Sir J “..... “I think you are my muse”. “Your Sasha” My heart is breaking in pieces... ”My Sir J” “I meant the words typed with everything in me and those words weren’t just uttered in jest”... “I had never given this to anyone “... “Anyone “… “My reply was an oath as such”. The memory bringing tears to my eyes , I feel them running down my cheeks... Instinctively I try to wipe the tears off my cheeks…. The realisation that I can’t, bringing me back to the present... “A promise for a promise My Sir J” I look into Ivan’s beautiful eyes and whisper... “No, no safeword.” As he turns the satin box around, I catch my breath at the very sight before me… I was expecting something different... Something more collar like… I have never seen anything like this before… I wonder where he got it? He takes my collar from its peacock blue satin bed and hides it… Closing the box he turns around and places it back on the table. When he returns he holds my collar up… The sight something to behold. It was BEAUTIFUL…. It was ME…. I imagine this is exactly what YOU would have chosen for me… You knew me intimately even though you never touched me.. Ivan only knows my body and this collar showed my soul… Was I this transparent? I study my collar closely. There was no doubt in my mind that there is no other collar like this... The collar was about 2.5 cm wide and was made from what looked like the softest leather… It was dyed the most beautiful of peacock blues. I now know that the leather had come from a buffalo calf. In the front of the collar was a handmade platinum slave’s ring. It was larger than the nickel O ring normally used on a collar, but thicker and somehow seemed less threatening . Engraved on the front bottom of the ring was the words Mine. In the dot of the i was a diamond that sparkled even though there was no light on it. The large ring was riveted to the leather by two platinum rivets. The word opulent didn’t do it justice… I was speechless… My collar was threaded through lace, emerald green Venetian lace… Then something else sparkled and I noticed the end of my collar… The locking post at the end was also platinum and on top of it was another diamond. The lock that hung from it was a platinum heart, simple yet beautiful,it had my name engraved on it – Sasha. Before I could see the lace properly Ivan stepped behind me and moving my hair aside removed my simple string of pearls.. He kissed my shoulder gently then fastened the collar around my neck. The clicking of the lock making this promise final... Sir Ivan leans in close and blows on the lace of the collar making the lace tickle, taking my very breath away. Biting my ear he then whispers: “ You mine now Sasha”. “I’m going to break you in first and make you forget J”…. “You are MINE” I exhaled and knew my cunt was dripping in wetness , my body betraying my heart. He left my back and appeared in front of me holding a long mirror… Mesmerised… Beautiful… Just beautiful… I was beautiful with it on… And the collar…. It was perfect….. I was right, the collar was unique. And the lace... How could I explain the lace... It hung lavishly down my throat, all the way past my collar bones. It was crazy these were lace peacock feathers, each one uniquely stitched by hand giving them a whimsical look…. The feathers also had the tiniest tendrils fringing them, hanging all the way down to just before the start of my breasts .. The lace looked like it would break with the simplest pull. The emerald green and peacock blue made the most beautiful combination… It was as if this collar was made for me… My dark hair framing it beautifully... Moving the mirror away Sir came in front of me and started unbuckling my corset, freeing my breasts from their prison leaving me half naked... I could feel my nipples hardening from the cool air outside... Sir grabbed the front of my small knickers and pulled them hard, ripping them from my body... In anger I say “what the fuck Ivan!”. The burn on the side of my thigh said everything ... I had overstepped the line... Sir Ivan angrily reached into the back pocket of his jeans and brought out an eye mask made from the same peacock blue leather my collar is made from. Looking into my eyes he fastens it around my head, the world outside going black... I want to scream as the darkness engulfs me and then I still my mind... Letting my other senses take over I try to see my world in other ways but I struggle... I trust Sir Ivan but I’m scared... Will he stop if I scream STOP? Why would he, I gave him my safeword… I was being reckless I know… but my heart was breaking… I still my mind… Then I think again about your damn mails and everything we talked about.. We talked about me being in this exact position BUT with you. The fantasy then was something different to the reality... You said I deserved this My Sir J... The word so clear before me.. “My Sasha” “You deserve a strong dominant hand”. “You deserve angry wild sex”. “By the way you can share anything with me that you want to share”!!! “Sir J” XXX My mind screaming out at you… “My sir J “ “I shared everything with you and I won’t stop now, I know that you are reading this”…. My senses alert me back to the present and I sense Sir Ivan right behind me... He puts his hands roughly on my hips and starts biting my neck. Reaching my ear he whispers… “DON’T FIGHT THE PAIN, EMBRACE IT SASHA” My senses alert I hear a soft clicking noise and then my world starts spinning again.... CHAPTER 3 Coming to my senses quickly I adjust to the motion and control my urge to vomit... I can hear a noise that’s constant like a motor… I’m being turned round and round…. My mind battling to focus … I calm myself, trying to hear more. Where is HE ? Without a sound I let out a scream… Not knowing why… My body registering the pain before my brain… I’m totally unprepared for the burning I feel over the top of my thighs and ass … My mind becoming totally mixed up like I have been short circuited… I scream out in pain again, this time my voice loud… I try move away but it’s pointless. IT’S A WHIP is all that registers in my puzzled mind… My body is screaming out from the pain it causes ... It’s as if I hear you My Sir J. “MY SASHA, DON’T FIGHT THE PAIN EMBRACE IT” The voice I hear is not Ivan’s it’s yours... Your deep French voice echoing those words over and over... I remember the sound of my name on your lips in the few calls we had. Fate brought us together but …. NO I can’t think anymore… My whole body is on fire… It feels like I have been sprayed with hot cooking oil… The burning going deep... “My Sasha don’t fight the pain, embrace it” “LET GO” The words so clear… But it’s not you saying them now… Its Sir Ivan... I can’t hold on anymore, it hurts too much… I let go of you… I LET GO…… My mind becoming this orb of flashing lights. I fall into the pain and relax my body completely, the restraints holding me up.. I feel weightless as I’m turned around and around… I then notice that the burning changes… It starts to warm my whole body up in the most strangest of ways… It felt like the heat on my body was radiating inwards… Eventually creating this molten core deep within… It felt like I was on fire but it didn’t hurt anymore… Then all of a sudden I needed to let this molten core out… I was too hot inside… My senses overwhelmed as they become overloaded… It almost feels like my body was being short circuited.. I try process this new sensation... “Let Go” I hear in the distance. Relentlessly he whips my body and I want more... I want more and I don’t know why... The heated feeling in my body intensifies and I start screaming in pure bliss… I allow myself to release the pain, not from the whip, but from my soul… Then the first of many an orgasm racks my body... Sir Ivan still not happy, started whipping me harder … Again I could feel the sting of the whip... The rain of pain continuing at his hands. My body moving of it’s own accord… I was doing THE BULLWHIP DANCE. The pain fades… I become flustered from deep, deep within… The molten core inside me red hot again… Allowing my senses to take over I start embracing the sting of the whip … My body dancing into the whip I can feel my hips moving from side to side I hear the air moving as Sir Ivan whips me over and over and over... Losing all track of time … It’s as if the very platform I’m on has stopped moving and all that matters to me is the kiss of the bullwhip… My body starts shaking and I feel a build-up deep inside my body... My tummy pulling into a tight knot... I hear the sound of my own voice crying out in ecstasy.. I sound like someone else... Giving myself completely over to the whip I start orgasming.. It rips from deep inside me… The world totally fading away… All I can hear is a loud rushing in my ears, it sounds like white noise... The noise gets louder and louder and louder…. And then, I explode… Crying hysterically…. My body shaking from the intensity of the release… My release peaks and the noise is gone... My heart and soul has purged… My whole body stills I start floating and everything is silent… I’M AT PEACE.... I feel myself being lowered and my ankles and wrists being released... I feel his arms around me… Sir picks up my spent body and carries me somewhere… I can’t move , feeling like a child in his arms, my body limp and shaking… I’m crying.. I feel I’m being lowered… My sore body on a soft bed… I want to crawl into a ball and cry it all out... Sir Ivan opens my legs wide and starts playing with my cunt… He starts fucking me with his fingers… I must be a mess because there is no resistance to his invasion into my most secret of places… My body responding immediately… I lift my hips and start gyrating into his hand... Hard and fast... My breathing loud.. Reaching for the nothingness again... Sir Ivan stops suddenly and I gasp only to feel him get on top of me and between my legs... “You ready Sasha?” His hands grab my hips and he lifts my ass up and …. I feel him then… Hard… Deep…. Jesus…. I forgot how big he was... My cunt stretched to its limits as he viciously buries his enormous cock into me.... And then just as suddenly takes his cock all the way out of me, leaving my cunt feeling empty ... He pushes back into my cunt again, burying himself deeper than before. I wrap my legs tightly around his hips giving him the access his cock is demanding... I feel his fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts deep and hard using my own body against me.. My hands grab the sheets as my body once again responds like a virgin that’s having her first orgasm... I tighten my legs pulling myself closer, taking him so deep that I thought he would rip me from the inside... Just as I’m about to have what seems like the biggest release of my life he stops and slowly pulls out of my cunt leaving me empty.... “Not yet Sasha” is all he says… He lays me down on the bed and I hear him leave. CHAPTER 4 How long have I been lying here I wonder... It seemed like forever since I heard anything... Not sure what I should do I lie there and just feel the peace in my head… I must have dozed off because I never heard him return and was awoken by his hands on my breasts... Like a kitten I raise my body slightly off the bed into his hands, letting out a moan. Not yet properly awake … Next his hands are opening my legs wide and he slowly pushes his cock deep inside me again… My cunt protesting at the sudden invasion. His hands pull at my nipples... Squeezing them hard causing me to cry out in pain... My body convulsing from sheer pleasure. As he pulls my nipples I feel his hands wrap around my neck... My mind muddled completely... Oh fuck... TWO MEN My biggest fantasy!!! That’s all that my mind could comprehend because Sir Ivan was asphyxiating me and I couldn’t breathe.... My whole world becoming jelly from the bliss I was feeling… I stop struggling … The Submissive in me giving my total submission over … Someone was really punishing my nipples… It felt like my nipples and cunt were one… Every time they were punished my cunt clenched in delight. Sir Ivan had his hands around my neck asphyxiating me whilst ramming his cock in and out of my greedy cunt and my nipples were on fire… I was in heaven… My body started tingling….. Slowly I start losing consciousness... Sir Ivan releases my neck just before the blackness takes over… My lungs filling with air before he does it again and again … My world just stars… Then suddenly my body was being lifted by the hands that had punished my breasts... Big strong hands… Sir Ivan’s hands then grab my ass opening me up… I was ready for this… I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself and feel my tummy drop into the very cunt that was being filled to breaking point by his huge cock.... Clenching his cock as tight as my cunt muscles could was the only way I could tell him I approve… I hear him giggle... The first noise I have heard in ages it seems... The feeling of oil running between my ass cheeks was all I needed to completely lose all sense… Pushing my ass out I just relaxed and trusted… I was loving this and I had forgotten YOU for now… I feel my other lover’s body behind me…. His frame engulfing me in heat.. His hands find my hips… He starts biting my neck all over …. Before my new lover even penetrated my ass with his cock, I was exploding, and the very moment his cock broke the resistance of my tight asshole, he pushed into me deeply burying his cock in my ass… Both of them filling my core like I have never felt before… I felt like I was floating as they fucked me… The very sensation of both of them almost too much…. My body in total submission… Suddenly I was being thrown backwards on the bed….. Using my arms someone pulled me to the side. My head hanging ever so slightly off the bed.... I feel someone between my legs and then someone by my head... Hands close around my neck and I feel the head of a cock pushing the lips of my mouth open. As I open them there is no doubt of whose cock I was sucking… Realising that in this position I wouldn’t be able to vomit, my head clears … Common sense starts kicking in and I struggle a bit…. The hands around my neck tightening as Sir Ivan pushes his cock deeper into my mouth… I stop struggling… The hands around my neck loosening their grip. Sir Ivan removes his cock from my mouth, allowing me my precious air… His cock again at my mouth pushing my lips open… I feel movement at my legs… My ass is being lifted and cushions are put under me raising me up, exposed… Sir Ivan starts pushing his cock down my throat again… I try to concentrate on both things but can’t.. I trust Sir Ivan so I focus on Lover… I feel the oil being poured over my swollen cunt and running between my ass cheeks… The very feeling making me spread my legs wider… Then I feel his cock pushing into my cunt.. He feels bigger than before… Then his cock is forcing my ass to take him.. But his cock is starting to penetrate my cunt… Lover has a toy... Sir Ivan’s hands tighten around my throat as his cock pushes through the tight ring of my throat…. Lover grabs my hips and buries his cock and strap-on deep into the core of my cunt and ass.. I am filled to the max everywhere… Both of them using me like a sex slave, ravishing me, I feel empowered! My oxygen gone I’m left to pass out in the throes of sub space…. CHAPTER 5 Lying in my bed at home I’m tired and my body once again sated and sore… I’m fighting the sleep… I don’t want the dreams… You back in my thoughts… “My Sir J have you found your first Ramble yet?“ How long must I wait? You never told me… I let my hands roam my sore naked body but feel nothing tonight… Everything inside me is empty… Feeling my body falling into sleep I whisper into the night…. “Good night My Sir J good night”…..