Pagan Rituals
I felt nervous as I walked towards his house. Brian had called
me earlier and said that he wanted to see me urgently. I rapped
lightly on the door, straightening my dress at the hips
and smoothing my windblown hair as I waited. The door swung
open to reveal him standing tall in the doorway. "Come
in Angel I've been waiting for you, " he said
huskily as he pulled me into the house, closing the door
behind him.
I tried to adjust my eyes in the darkness of his living room.
The curtains were closed and it was hard to see, except for
a stream of light that had managed to escape into the room
from a small opening in the heavy, red velvet curtains.
Noticing a scent of roses pervading the room and becoming
used to the darkness, I realized that Brian had placed aromatic
candles around the room, adding to my nervousness and excitement
at the thought of what he had in mind. He was still standing
behind me, allowing me to become used to the surroundings.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom; needing to freshen
up after the long, hot drive.
When I tentatively emerged and walked slowly over to where
Brian was sitting, I was aware of his eyes watching my every
movement as I padded softly over to him.
He had already prepared two glasses of wine for us both.
I never usually drank at this time of day but was already
feeling heady and intoxicated under his gaze as I sat beside
him on the sofa. Brian handed a glass to me. Thoughts were
racing through my mind as we sipped in silence, knees barely
touching.
"Shall we go somewhere a little more comfortable?"
he asked, looking into my eyes as he took both of our glasses
and placed them on the table in front of us.
I nodded silently, not knowing whether to stay out of curiosity
or leave right there and then as he continued, "I'm
not like other men, Angel.
"Pardon?" I whispered, heart pounding.
"I'm not like other men. You might not understand."
Feeling uneasy, I managed to speak, "Whatever you
say Brian."
He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know
what I want Angel, I know."
I felt a hot thrill of excitement deep down in my loins. All
this talk was making my imagination run riot. I could see
his erection straining against his pants.
Brian took me by the hand and led me towards the door at the
far end of the room. He opened it, but only a fraction. Hung
against the door on the inside was a dark, thick red velvet
curtain. It prevented the door being opened more than a
foot or so. We squeezed through the gap.
There were already soft pink spotlights on in the room,
creating pools of light in some areas. The whole room was
draped in a dark shade of burgundy velvet curtains, except
for on one wall there was a full length mirror. All sound
in the room seemed to be deadened by the thickness of the
drapes. It was not this particular dcor that grabbed my
attention; it was what the room contained.
Standing in one corner of the pools of pink lighting was
a wooden frame. At each end of its corners were metal hoops
to which leather straps had been attached. A thick leather
strap was secured in the middle of the slat and lay unbuckled.
In another pool of light was a plain upright carved chair,
its back extending well above where the occupants head
would rest. The seat of the chair had been cut away so that
it resembled a horseshoe. Leather straps had been screwed
into the arms, around the front legs and at the back of the
chair at what would be wrist, chest and neck level.
There were two other items in the spotlights. The first
was a wooden trestle, the bar across the top padded in suede.
Leather straps were attached to each of its four splayed
legs at their feet. The second item was an enormous wardrobe
against one wall, doors open to reveal a selection of whips,
leather paddles, harnesses, straps and handcuffs.
I gasped, "Brian, what is this?"
"Are you shocked my dear?" he asked, making
me jump at the sound of his voice right beside me.
"It's alright, you don't have to stay, I'll
understand."
"I'll stay." I spoke slowly; in disbelief
at the sight before my eyes. I was too aroused to want to leave.
"Angel, " Brian spoke seriously. "I'm
one of those men who like to arouse a woman, through pain.
I like to dominate women and I want to be your Master, Angel.
Be my slave, submit to me."
He bent his head and kissed me hard on the mouth, deliberately
biting my lower lip until it hurt, making me cry out in pain
as he slipped his hands inside my dress and squeezed, twisting
on my nipples. Feeling the initial coldness of my nipple
rings for the first time, he was a little taken aback but
pleased. He seemed to like what he was touching. I knew that
he was waiting for me to beg him to stop; the tears in my eyes
were arousing him.
Before I could react, he pulled me backwards towards the
trestle and pushed me face down over it, placing my wrists
and ankles into the leather straps, securely binding them.
My dress had ridden up revealing black thongs stretched
tightly over my buttocks, clearly pressed into the crease
of my sex.
Brian could sense my excitement. His eyes gleamed as he
ripped my clothes off, hearing me moan and gasp at the suddenness
of his actions. I was lain out defenceless before him, naked.
He went over to the wardrobe and plucked out a short leather
belt.
When I saw what he was brandishing, my voice rang out, "No!
No! Please don't hurt me!"
Gagging me to muffle my screams, he wanted to take me and
make me squirm. I felt so vulnerable and genuinely frightened.
Brian let out a muffled moan. He must have felt a thrill of
excitement flow over him as I lay before him, unable to talk
with the gag bound tightly.
"I am your Master. You belong to me!" He growled
as he looked me over. My hairless sex was open and exposed.
He could see every detail under the pink lighting; the puffy
wrinkled outer lips, the tight pink inner ring, the tiny
hood of my clitoris and anus.
In no particular hurry, Brian stripped off his clothes.
His erection bobbed out in front of him, feeling the hardness
as he pulled on it.
He stroked the curve of my buttocks. There was a sharpness
about them where my thighs bent away from my pelvis, taut.
Brian wanted to whip me, and raising his hand, slapped it
down hard on my buttocks; the movement making his cock tremble.
I moaned aloud; a moan of pure pleasure. He leaned forward
and growled that he could see the lips of my pussy throbbing.
Unable to contain himself no longer, Brian raised the belt
and stroked it down hard against my ass. I gasped loudly,
the gag making the sound seem all the more uncontrolled.
In rapid succession he stroked my writhing mounds of flesh
six times, producing six deep red welts across my quivering
buttocks.
I was moaning continuously; the exposed lips of my pussy
were twitching out of control. Brian knew with perfect
clarity that I had cum and he stood between my legs, nudging
his cock into my extended labia. With the only movement
that I could make, I tried to push myself back onto him; my
pussy seemed to have a life of its own, groping for him.
Brian pressed his manhood into me and I unleashed another
muffled groan from my lips through the gag. The depths of
my sex were liquid, molten. Using all my strength, he could
see me struggling against the bonds, screaming obscenities
at him; incomprehensible, muted.
The bondage turned me on; I was cumming again, extending
the orgasm I had experienced before with the beating. His
cock, hard and stiff was right up inside me, my ass burning
from the whip as I plunged into orgasm, squeezing myself
around his cock.
Brian pulled away and looked down at his glistening rod.
He knelt and released me from my bonds and I gazed at him,
my tears were brimming. I felt a shiver run through my body
as he glared at me.
"Kneel, my dear and lick my cock, " he demanded.
I knelt before him and with long thick strokes I lapped at
his cock, tasting the sweetness of my own juices. I suckled
his balls; his pubic hair was wet. Pushing me on the shoulder
so that I sprawled backward onto the thick, lush carpet,
Brian dropped to his knees; turned me over and pulled me
back onto him.
I couldnt stop myself as I screamed, "Oh! Yes, Yes!"
Brian thrust forward not caring if he hurt me. He was close
to his climax now; his balls churning. I sensed that his
mind was full of what he had felt and done to me and without
caring for anything, he pushed deep into my pussy. The noise
I was making was deafening to my own ears I was screaming,
moaning and gasping as he tilted my head backward by my hair;
permitting me to see our reflection in the mirror. His muscles
were rippling as he used them to thrust into me.
Brian came hard and deep into my tight pussy, every muscle
in his body locked; his hands were like claws on my hips.
His eyes stared at my breasts reflected in the mirror as
they bounced up and down, and he was forced to close his eyes
as he leaned forward to cup my breasts, spurting deep. I
could feel the force of his cum hitting the walls of my pussy.
I was exhausted under him but I knew that he hadn't finished
yet. Only to imagine what he had just done to me and what he
was going to do as he looked over at the bed made me quiver
with excitement
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