Feeling a cool breeze, Liz woke to find she couldn’t move. Her arms and legs were tied to the four corners of a bed she didn’t recognize. The last thing she remembered was arriving home from work Friday afternoon when someone grabbed her from behind. She tried to lift her head only to be met with something metallic pressing up under her jaw and into the top of her chest. There was no way she could examine herself without a mirror.
She turned her head to the right to examine the room. The wall was painted a dark red, and the room was dimly lit. On the wall hung curtains, a window perhaps? To the left of the curtains hung various straps, chains and bars. And on the right hung various whips, crops and paddles. It was obvious her captor was a dominant, a master dominant at that. Her heart raced at the thought, she was a lonely submissive and wanted a dominant after all, but to be kidnapped, could she trust whoever this was? One paddle in particular caught her attention. It was embossed with “Master’s Brat” in reverse. A thought, a hope of who it might be came to her mind, “Could it be?” she thought, but dismissed it as impossible.
She continued her examination, looking at the cuff around her wrist. It was made of black leather and lined in red fur; a chain connected it to the bedpost. She rotated her wrist to examine it more and found silver lettering adorning it with the word “Master’s”.
She quickly examined the other cuff to find it was adorned with “Brat”. There it was again, this time on the very cuffs that bound her, “Master’s Brat” Her captive obviously knew she was a brat; her captor knew who she was, but who was this captor?
She looked up to find a mirror hanging on the wall over the headboard. It was angled down slightly, and she had a full view of the bed and her situation. The bedsheets were a deep red in color, and rose petals were spread around her. Her ankles were bound by similar cuffs to her wrists, also adorned with “Master’s Brat” on them.
“I guess I’m his brat now?” she giggled to herself, she felt herself getting turned on by the thought of submitting to her captor and realized her panties began to feel damp.
Her eyes once again focused on the mirror and the reflection of herself. Her legs were covered in black nylons up to her thighs, held in place by a black garter around her waist. She was a little disappointed to see she still wore her own black, lace-trimmed panties and bra. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail which was then tied off to the bedframe by rope. She observed the majority of her body was bare, aside from her tattoos, and then she noticed the collar around her neck. It was black leather with a heart-shaped ring, but it wasn’t the look or shape that surprised her; it was HIS collar, the collar she tried to forget and hide away in her home. More than ever, she was certain who her captive was now, but if she were wrong, she would be greatly disappointed and upset that they would use HIS collar on her.
“But how, it’s not possible… is it?” she thought to herself as she returned to looking at the wall on her left. There was a door on the left near the corner.
“Is that the way out, or just a closet?” she pondered.
Next to the door was a dresser with various dildos and plugs arranged on top of it, and various feather dusters and cuffs hanging on the wall above. This was the extent of her view without causing discomfort, the rest of the room a mystery when she heard a door open out of sight.
The room was carpeted, so footsteps were barely heard. She tried looking in the mirror to see who was there. The only thing she could see was a pair of black dress shoes and the pant cuffs of navy slacks as they came into view near the foot of the bed. The sound of someone sitting in a chair became evident as the captor sat down… and then silence as he sat and watched.
In her mind, she pictured him sitting there, his fingers entangled together, watching her every move. She struggled against the restraints and even risked discomfort to get a view, even a peek at who this was.
“Who are you? Why have you kidnapped me?”
Her questions fell into the silence with no response.
“Let me go! You’ll be sorry! You won’t get away with this! Who are you?” she switched to demanding, then taunting, “You can’t break me! I’ll never give in to you! Torture me all you want! After some time, she tired and began begging with her captor, “Please let me go? At least let me know who you are?”
Silence from her captor continued until she finally fell still and quiet herself aside from a little sobbing.
Then she heard a familiar voice, but it was very stern when it said, “Now, can we begin?”
She knew who her captor was now from the sound of his voice, for it was unmistakable to her.
“He was…” she corrected her thoughts. “He IS MY Master!”
She pulled at her restraints once more as she contemplated an answer to his question. She closed her eyes and smiled contentedly as she responded, “Yes, MY Master!”
“Good girl!” he responded as he began to stand.
As he stood, she quickly spouted the first thing that came to her mind, “You should know I found someone else!” It came out so fast, she didn’t think about it. It was a lie, but she had to know how he would react to such news.
Silence fell on the room as he was obviously thinking about what she said when she spoke again, “I didn’t know if you would ever return to my life, and he took care of me.”
She tried to hold it back, but there was a defined smirk on her face.
He took a breath and spoke clearly and firmly, “I shall have to thank him for taking care of you. By what name do you call him?”
She was put on the spot, how could she not have seen this coming; she had to think quickly and make up a name, “Mark! His name is Mark, but I call him Daddy.” Her smirk grew almost to a smile this time. She was pleased with her response.
“And does Daddy treat you well? Does he know of our past? Does he know you kept my collar?”
“What’s with the twenty questions?” she thought to herself as she tried to think of a response.
She closed her eyes and imagined all the scenarios she role-played with Master as she responded, “He always treats me with love and respect. He knows about us, and he knows about the collar.”
She didn’t notice him approaching as she was speaking, suddenly her eyes shot open as his hand grasped her throat, his thumb and index fingers straddling her jaw and holding it firm.
“You know lies will only get you punishment, so tell me the truth, is Mark me?” he said firmly but with a smile before releasing his grip so she could respond.
She almost couldn’t believe it, but Master knew her well.
“Yes, Master, Mark is you,” she said with a smile. He leaned closer, and she closed her eyes and prepared for a passionate kiss. She could feel his breath on her lips when he slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She could no longer see what he was doing, but she felt his finger trace her body’s curves as he walked around the bed.
His finger left her body, and she heard him retrieve something from the wall.
“The time for roleplay is in the past. I am here now, and I am your Master!”
Her breast stung as a crop came down on her skin, it traced her body as he continued, “You are my submissive and no other men are to touch you without my approval.”
“What if I need a booty call?” she chimed in with a smile.
The crop came down on her side before he spoke, “Then you call me!”
She could hear metal on metal clinking, “Did I say something wrong?”
She felt him slip a leather strap under her thigh and secure it tightly.
“It’s time for a different position, and you didn’t say Master,” he said as he released her ankle from the bed. He lifted her knee and slid her foot to her ass before connecting her ankle cuff to the strap around her thigh. She then felt tension as he tied a rope from her ankle back to the corner of the bed, preventing her from closing her legs.
She smiled as she responded, “Sorry, Master.”
She knew what she had done; she just wanted to see how he’d react. And she knew there was more to enjoy as she felt his fingers inside her other thigh. He caressed her skin but stopped short of her crotch.
“Does Master want to play?”
No response came as he repeated repositioning her other leg. She could feel herself dripping with enthusiasm, and he must have noticed, but she couldn’t help wondering as he gave no response. Suddenly, she heard what sounded like a buckle, followed by clothes dropping to the floor. Juices dripped from her vagina as she imagined him getting undressed and mounting her in this position, but is that his plan?
“Tell me who you are. Tell me what you want?” came his firm voice.
She wanted to have a smart remark, but she felt so horny that having him mount her was all she could think about. “I am your submissive Liz; I am your Brat… AND I JUST WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALREADY AND MAKE ME YOURS!” she screamed.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She wasted no time responding, “YES MASTER! FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT THAT I AM!” The bed shifted a little as she felt him climb onto the bed between her legs. His hands caressed every inch of her skin as they explored her curves up to her cheeks. “Mmm!” was all she could manage as she felt the tip of his cock teasing against her vagina. He thrust his cock deep inside her, and she moaned.
He whispered in her ear, “You’re mine now, and I love you!”
The End?
