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An Intimate Stranger (An Unfulfilled Fantasy)
I looked at my watch. Five to. Just 5 minutes to go, Jesus. My mouth had gone
bone dry, nerves perhaps, anticipation, who knows. To be honest I wasn't exactly
analysing this, my mind was on other matters. Like what I was going to do with
her. And what would I do if she hadn't followed my instructions? They had been
quite clear, but it was always possible she would miss something, or just bottle
out - and that wouldn't do. It just wouldn't do. To get this close to fulfilling
a fantasy that was almost impossible to arrange, and then be disappointed, was
not something that I really wanted to deal with.
We had met on line, and realised we shared similar sexual tastes. I had told her
some of the things I had been involved in, and vice versa, and then about 3 days
ago I said there was this was one thing I had always wanted to do, but never
thought it could happen. I wanted to have a total stranger, someone I had never
met, in my complete control. I hadn't even worked out all the details in my own
mind, preferring to let things take their course once we started, but to my
amazement she volunteered. Volunteered! Begged would be closer.
I re-read the last email I had sent her. Jesus I had to do something, the closer
the clock ticked towards 6, the longer the time seemed to stretch out in front
of me.
"Tomorrow, when you get up, you may have a shit and a piss, and have a shower.
But after that, you must not go to the toilet all day. I really don't care what
you wear, but it must be loose, and easy to remove. I want you to turn up at my
hotel room at 6 o'clock precisely. Every second late or early will merely result
in extra punishment for you, so it is in your interests to be on time. When I
say enter you must come in, and at that point put the blindfold on. You have a
broad idea of what will happen to you after that, and once you have entered the
room you have agreed to whatever happens next... The details are for me to know,
and you to suffer. Bye."
I couldn't believe she was going to turn up. And I couldn't believe I was going
to put this into action. Neither was I completely certain that I myself could go
through with it. Sure I had pretty much done, at one time or another, all the
things I was going to do, but that was with people I knew. I had never met this
person. I had never spoken to her. She didn't know what I looked like, and
probably never would - I had not quite made up my mind, even now, whether I
would make her watch me doing one particular thing.
I looked at the various things I had assembled, one last review, trying to kill
the last minute. The dog drinking bowl. The handcuffs, and the rope. The candle.
I smiled at the candle. A nice normal candle, about 18 inches long, but quite
thick, thicker than my cock, but that kinda size. And broken in 2 places. But
more of that later. Oh and yes - the belt, the trusty leather belt. I looked up
at the hook on the wall that I had fixed in earlier... yes that was in the right
position. RAT-A-TAT-TAT. Oh my God, I thought, she's here.
"Hello!" I called out. "Who is it?"
"It's me," came back her soft voice. She sounded nervous too.
"Hold on," I said, and made for the bathroom, closing the door behind me. "Come
in."
She came into the room.
"Put the blindfold on."
"I have, it is on now."
I came out of the bathroom, and looked at her, sizing her up. The picture she
had emailed was nice, but now finally seeing her here... My nerves went away, my
cock stood to attention, as I realised what a horny looking woman she was. She
had dressed smartly, like a professional business woman, skirt to the knee,
tights or stockings, high heels, and a blouse, very lady-like.
"Strip!" I ordered.
She undressed, as I feasted my eyes on her - it turned out to be stockings - and
then stood there, naked, vulnerable, as you would expect in front of a man she
had never met or seen, and couldn't see. Probably wondering if I approved. I
did, but I wasn't going to tell her that.
I walked over to her, and gently ran my finger around the cup of her breast,
saying, in a very low gentle voice, "What soft skin you have, so tender."
She smiled, and then I barked, "Bend over and touch your toes, get your fucking
arse in the air!"
Jesus, the menace in my voice scared me!
She bent over immediately. I ran my fingers along the crack in her buttocks, and
then pried her buttocks apart to examine her arse hole. She had showered, but
not thoroughly enough. I said nothing, but moved round so that I was in front of
her. I grabbed hold of her hair, and forced her head up.
"How dare you turn up here with a dirty arse?" I snarled at her. "Don't move."
I went and fetched a face cloth from the bathroom, and when I got back, handed
it to her - "Here, wash your arse clean with this."
When she had finished to my satisfaction, I told her to stand up straight, legs
apart. I knelt down between her legs, and examined her cunt, which was quite
hairy. 'I wish I'd brought a razor, she could do with a shave,' I thought. Her
cunt was already damp. I pushed my hand against her bladder, and she gave out a
soft moan.
"What are you moaning about?" I demanded.
"Please," she whimpered, "I am full to burst, I haven't been to the toilet all
day."
"Please sir, I haven't been to the toilet all day," I mimicked, in a sneer. And
then, in another menacing tone, said, "Pissing. With me you say pissing. Now
what did you say?"
"Please, I need to piss."
"Not until I say so," I said, as I forced her arms behind her back, and slipped
on the handcuffs.
I ordered her to lie on her back on the bed, and then to raise her knees as near
to her tits as she could. I tied them with rope and attached the rope to the
hook on the ceiling, leaving her legs almost horizontal over her body, stretched
wide apart so that her arse hole and cunt were on full view and accessible to
the sharp sting of my shoe, if I so pleased, or belt if accuracy was less of an
issue. I forced the candle up her arse, and this is where the full beauty of a
broken candle is realised. It stuck out of her arse a few inches, but where the
first break was meant I could double its angle back, and let it brush against
her cunt, and dangle a few inches above her tits. The tip of the candle was
broken so that the wick was pointing downwards. I lit the candle, and left the
room, leaving her to wonder if I would be back in time.
I had to go for a walk to calm down. I needed some air, but I didn't want to
miss too much of what was going on. After about 10 minutes, I went back to the
room. She was crying pleading with me to put the candle out, petrified I was
going to let the flame reach her cunt. I certainly did not want to hurt her like
that, it was the breaking of her that was important, giving her pain, but not
that level of pain. I blew the candle out, and then kissed her gently on the
forehead.
"I am going to let you piss in a minute," I said.
I removed the candle from her arse hole, and untied her, except for the
handcuffs. I helped her to her feet, and then had her stand with her legs
slightly apart. I got the dogs drinking bowl, placing it on the floor between
her feet.
"You can piss now," I said.
She pissed into the bowl.
I had had a hard on for hours now, and I needed to relieve the aching in my
cock. It was time to start to bring this to a close. I ordered her to her knees,
helping her so that she didn't fall. I told her to spread her legs, and then got
my belt.
"I have a leather belt in my hand, and I recommend you do exactly as I request,"
I informed her, in a voice so indifferent I could have been telling someone the
best bus to take into town. "In front of you is a bowl, full of your piss. Drink
it."
She moaned, "No, please no!"
"Drink it!" I shouted, as I whacked her bare buttocks with the belt.
She shook her head, so I placed my foot on her neck and forced her head down,
giving her buttocks another whack with the belt, noting with satisfaction that
the tip of the belt had caught her cunt. She started drinking, crying.
"Stop crying," I said, "or you will get more of the same, now lap up your piss."
When I saw that she was complying, I removed my trousers, and forced my cock
into her arse, pushing back and forward. Jesus, her hole was tight. I can only
have been fucking her for a minute when I started to orgasm. Immediately I
relaxed.
Decision time - was I going to let her see me or not? I decided that she was now
broken, compliant, and that my mere presence was likely to be enough to keep her
in control. So, I dressed, and then rolled her on her back. I whispered to her
that I was going to remove the handcuffs, and that she must place her arms by
her side, and that I would remove the blindfold, but she should not open her
eyes until I said so. I asked her if she understood, and she nodded, and I
therefore removed the cuffs, and blindfolds. I also dimmed the lights, so that
her eyes could adjust better. I then stood over her lying on the floor, and
removed my now relaxed cock from my trousers. God I needed a piss.
"You can open your eyes," I said.
I started pissing over her body, over her cunt, her belly, and her tits, and
then noticed she had opened her mouth - what more invitation did I need? I
finished off pissing, and turned to go. Just before I left the room she called
my name, my screen name, the only name she had for me. I turned, and she smiled
at me and said thank you.
"Goodbye" I said, and left.
The End.
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