Possessed (c) Copyright, DivaDomme1, 1998
Author:  DivaDomme1@aol.com
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Jacob pulled up to the curb and checked the address once again. It seemed to be right, but he hadnít expected a deserted, dark warehouse. He felt a growing sense of unease as he left his car, and found a door into the building. Once inside, he was disoriented by the thick blackness.

A voice called out from across the warehouse, "Move to the center of the room." He started to protest that he couldnít see, but before the words reached his mouth, floodlights came on, illuminating the center of the warehouse. It was a spotlight. He moved into the center of the light, and waited the next command.

"Strip," came the terse order. He began to remove his clothes and fold them into a neat pile beside him. Soon he was nude, and he noticed how chilly the drafty warehouse was. He was distinctly uncomfortable, but was aware that it was her intention to make him such. He stood quietly, beginning to shiver slightly, as he waited for her next directive.

"To your left, there are shackles hanging from the ceiling and attached to the floor. Go attach them to your ankles and your left wrist."

His doubts further increasing, he saw the shackles and walked toward them. He closed them around his ankles first, noticing that they kept his legs spread about three feet. He then attached the one on his left wrist, noticing that once his right wrist was attached, he would be chained spread-eagle. The shackles were of a heavy iron, like in dungeons of old. When they closed, they closed with a click of finality, that only a key could release. They were tight, there would be no escape. He was at her mercy.

He heard the clicking of shoes on the concrete behind him and then the smell of her perfume, the smell of leather, and the smell of her femaleness engulfed his senses. She was behind him. She took his right wrist and lifted it to its shackle and he heard the click of the lock, almost before he felt the cold iron encircle his wrist.

Her hot breath tingled on his ear as she leaned close and asked in her most exotic purr, "Miss me, my sweet?"

"Yes," he moaned.

"Before we begin, you need to realize what is going to happen. You are going to pay for hurting me. You will pay until I am satisfied. You will suffer, you will hurt, and you will repent. There will be no safe words. You will be allowed no limits. Are you truly willing to pay this price to get me back?"

He paused before answering, "Yes, Mistress."

"I noticed your pause, are you ABSOLUTELY sure?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied firmly, without hesitation.

"Good."

He felt her arms come around him as she told him to open his mouth. She inserted the largest ball gag into his mouth that he had ever seen. Immediately, his jaw began to ache, even before she had it buckled behind his head and adjusted. Next, he felt a leather blindfold block out all light, and heard her close it tight as well. Finally, a posture collar closed around his neck, holding his head high, allowing no freedom of movement.

Her heels clicked as she slowly walked around him, jangling something chainlike in her hand. She pushed her leather-clad body against his, kissing his cheek.

"Now the fun begins," she chuckled. Her hand played with his left nipple. She was wearing leather gloves, and it made his nipple instantly erect. She rubbed it in a little circle, and then gently pulled at it. It was replaced all too soon with searing pain. The right nipple soon followed suit: sweet, gentle touch and then the searing pain. She had attached clover clamps, with the tension at an excruciating level. He gasped into the gag and she pulled viciously on the chain connecting the clamps.

As he struggled to take the white-hot pain, he vaguely heard her walking again. Then the sounds of a flogger flying through the air assaulted his ears. She was practicing her aim in the air, soon to assault his flesh. The nipple pain receded as the flogger began to fall on him. The blows rained down on his back, his ass, his legs. It seemed she was not starting out light and building her way up, but as the blows increased in force, he realized that she had started out light-for her.

He was breaking, and unable to convey it. He thought he could take no more. His mind was clear, except for the pain. He could not remember why he was doing this. Nothing was worth this pain. It had to end soon. He couldnít take it. Just as he felt he would slip into a panic, it stopped. Silence filled the air, punctuated only by her slight breathlessness.

Pressing her body against his back, she whispered, "Donít get too worked up yet. We are just getting started." As her words emerged, he felt her fingers digging into his torso and pulling downward with such ferocity that had she not been wearing gloves, she would have rent his flesh. She pulled on the nipple clamp chain again and said innocently, "You know I love you," trailing off with her evil laugh. Her hair whipped around to graze him as she moved away again.

Time stood still for moments: no sounds, no movements, no pain. The stillness made him more nervous. She stood behind him and watched, arms folded across her ample chest, feeling the tension rise within him. As the air grew heavy with it, she moved. Quietly, she took her tools and moved in front of him, kneeling before him. She began to lick and gently suckle at his balls, knowing the confusion it would cause.

He felt her wet tongue on his testicles and gave in to the delicious pleasure as she sucked first on one, then the other. She licked underneath them, all over them, covering them in wetness. He heard the sound, before the pain descended on his testicles. Electricity made his lower body pulse as she applied a violet wand to his groin.

"You positively glow, my sweet," she remarked as she increased the setting.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, wondering where she had gotten these toys, when she had acquired these skills, how far was she going to go. They crackled in and out as he brain fried on the pain. Abruptly, she stopped.

"I wonder if you are learning your lesson or if it is merely whetting your appetite," she remarked as she moved on to the next stage of her plan. If he could have spoken, he would have told her that he was indeed learning and not a little frightened to boot.

Her hands separated the cheeks of his ass and he felt himself being lubricated. "Just a little KY mixed with some Ben-gay," she commented as his ass suddenly felt a fire exploding within it. She began to laugh that hated laugh once again, as she pushed a rather large plug firmly up his ass, not brooking any resistance. "It hurts less if you donít clench up, angel. But, you know that," she giggled.

He wondered if she was truly sane. Then he heard the tapping on the concrete behind him. The even tempo struck a deeper fear in him. Tap, tap, tap went the cane. Punctuated by an occasional "whoosh" through the air.

"You should be nicely warmed up by now," she said in a voice heavy with mockery, "Now, it is time to mark you."

The first blow hit with all of the force she could muster, immediately leaving a deep dual welt on his ass. The second blow hit with the same intensity and the blows continued to fall, marking deep his white flesh with the lovely lines that only a cane can leave. She didnít stop until his ass and the backs of his thighs were heavily marked. The lines flowed down his body with beautiful symmetry. She had been practicing for that moment. Her leather gloved hands slid over the stinging flesh, and she bent down and kissed his ass gently.

"Umm. You are handling this so well. I am so proud of you," she said. "And we are almost done, can you believe that?" she smiled to herself. "We need to remove this gag, so you can talk."

She walked behind him and unfastened the gag, gently removing it. Telling him to close his eyes, she removed the blindfold. Finally, she removed the collar, giving him back the ability to move his head. Still behind him, she asked if he needed a drink of water. He croaked that he did. She took a water bottle with a long straw and brought her arm up from behind him, allowing him to drink.

"Better?" she asked.

"Much, thank you Mistress."

Slowly her steps moved around him. She stood before him, allowing him to gaze upon her for the first time that evening. He gasped as he drank in her beauty, marveling at the changes wrought by time and effort. Opera-length leather gloves covered her hands and forearms. She wore tight black leather pants and a black leather corset. On her feet were five inch heeled boots. Her hair was the color of dried blood and her makeup was perfect dominatrix red and black. She looked like a vision out of "Heavy Metal".

She put her arms around his neck and began to speak, "We are now even, but the time has come for you to make a decision about the future."

"I thought submitting to this was what it took to see you again?" he queried.

"No, this was your penance. For there to be a future, there has to be rules and a show of faith. It may not be something you wish to do, which would be fine, of course."

"What do I have to do, Mistress?" he asked, almost pitifully.

"Two things," she started as she pulled away, "One, you must get rid of every other liaison in your life. No others. No dommes, no subs, no vanilla lovers, no women, no men, no one but me." She stared him down, waiting for him to protest.

"ButÖbutÖwhat about-"

She cut him off, "No buts! If you want me, you want only me. And since I know you well enough to know how you stretch the truth and cover your ass, I WILL check up on you. So, do not agree unless you intend to follow through. I assure you, what you endured tonight could be just the beginning."

"I donít know." He said with great uncertainty.
"Then think about it as I tell you the second part. Should you chose to be mine, you will leave here tonight with your cock pierced."

He paled visibly upon hearing her words. "My cockÖpierced?" he stammered.

"Yes."

"I canít do that." He said.

"So your answer is no? Okay, I will let you down and we will go our separate ways." She started to lift the key to the right wrist shackle.

"NO!" He shouted. "Iím just not sure."

"Well, you need to be sure. I will give you five minutes to make your decision one way or the other." She said as she started to walk away.

"I need time," he wailed.

"You have five minutes," she called over her shoulder.

His mind raced as he contemplated all that he would give up, weighing it against all that she offered. He couldnít bear to give either side up. Despite the pain of the night, his cock was still throbbing over the excitement she had given him The idea of letting her walk away again, this time surely for good, was utterly horrifying to him. He couldnít decide.

Her footsteps interrupted his train of thought. She stood behind him and asked, "Well?"

"Yes, Mistress I want to be yours," he replied, not knowing what he would say before he said it.

"You are sure?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Moving in front of him once again, she curled her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply and softly. It was the first time their lips had touched that night. He responded as she gently sucked on his tongue.

"I love you," she said simply and without attitude.

"I love you too," he responded.

"Are you ready?" she asked sweetly.

"As ready as I will ever be," he said with a sigh.

She called out to the professional piercer she had employed, just in case Jacob agreed to her terms. The man came over and opened his box of supplies. "Weíll be doing a prince albert tonight?" he asked.

"Yes," she responded and pulled up a chair near the two men to watch.

He swabbed the area to be pierced and pushed the small catheter in. Jacob found it incredibly uncomfortable, but manageable after what he had just endured.

"Look at me, honey," she said to him.

His eyes instantly met hers and locked, conveying a world of emotion and trust. He felt a sharp prick on the underside of his cock.

"You are now pierced," said the piercer.

Jacob hadnít even had time to yell. All that was left was to thread the wire through and close it off. In seconds, it was done. He was hers. The piercer swabbed the area once again and then packed his box up.

"Youíll need to leave it open to the air as much as possible for the next day or so," he said. "You should be able to masturbate or have sex in a couple of days, whenever it feels healed enough." He left and they heard the heavy warehouse door close behind him.

She rose out of her chair. "Youíre mine forever now," she said.

"Yes," he replied simply.

"Is it what you want?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied.

"Iím so glad. It will keep me warm on lonely nights to know you are out there, bearing my mark."

He stared at her, not quite comprehending.

"Did you see that my initial is etched onto the ball that closes the ring?" she asked.

"No," he responded.

"Here, let me show you," she lifted his cock up so he could see the "D" etched in the silver. "Isnít it beautiful?" she sighed.

One last time, she leaned close and kissed him, tasting all the love they had once shared, drinking deep of her desire for him. "You will never know how much I love you," she said.

"What do you mean, Mistress?" he asked, still not comprehending.

"I mean it is time to move on." She said as she took the key from her cleavage and tossed it on the floor, a few feet from where he was chained. "I will call your other ladies and tell them where to find you."

"What?!" he sputtered. "You said we would be together!"

"You are not the only one who lies well, my sweet. Didnít I once warn you not to fuck with me? You met your match, babycakes." She gathered up her things and walked toward the door. She turned out the lights, and closed the door. He was left with her laughter echoing in the darkness.

 

Epilogue

His mind raced through all the lies he told her. His body screamed for what it needed - her. The darkness was nothing compared to the darkness he felt now without her. He finally knew in his heart what he needed and wanted. Time seemed to pass slowly. It seemed like an eternity alone with his thoughts.

Although it seemed hours, it had been less than an hour when he heard the door open and cringed, wondering which had gotten there first. He knew the hell he would have to pay. He was not prepared for the sight that greeted him though. It was her. She came back. Her spike heels echoed across the warehouse.

She reached down and fondled his pierced cock as her eyes looked into his, piercing his soul. She whispered, " Whose owns this cock and who owns you!"

Without hesitation - his voice clear - his need showing to be possessed only by her he begged, "You own my cock - you own me!"

"Yes, I own you - and now I shall train you so you don't fuck up again!"

"Yes, Mistress," he sighed happily knowing he was now truly a possession.