by
Vysionary
Four years ago you couldn’t have convinced me that my life would go in this direction. I’m fighting with Layla constantly, my hair is falling out from all the stress, I’m not sleeping well, and I seem to be eating everything in sight. I just don’t want her in my space anymore. I want to be alone, drama-free and happy. Is happiness too much to ask? I didn’t think so either. "Hannah, don’t do this, don’t go," Layla begged, pleading with me not to walk out of her life for good. "I just can’t live like this anymore La," I spoke softly with conviction. "All we do is make each other miserable, and I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of living in misery." "We can work this out. We’ve been through this before.""Yes, we have been through this before, over and over again. I’m tired La, I just can’t deal with this anymore.""Hannah," she sighed."Just stop okay, our relationship has run its course. I’m done hurting, and tired of fighting. I’m done La.""I can’t make you stay, just know that I am not happy that you’re going.""I know, but I’m sorry, I just can’t care anymore."With that, I walked out, and never took another glance back into that chapter of my life. Determined to take my mind off of the chaos I had just walked out of, I left to go see Penn in Raleigh. Penn or Pennifer as she is know to the unfamiliar, is a woman I had been talking to online for quite some time. She was 5’9’’ and 170 pounds of chocolate sexiness, muscular body, and dark alluring eyes. She works as a correctional facilities officer at a prison just outside of Raleigh, and believe me, I hope the cuffs come in handy sometime in the near future.I finally got to Raleigh, through asshole drivers and all. I checked into my room at the Marriott and waited for her to arrive. I tend to like being in neutral surroundings, and staying at her house would take me completely out of my comfort zone. Knock...knock… I peered through the peep hole briefly, before opening the door. Up till this point, we had not spent time with one another in such a private setting. "Hi, Penn," I spoke shyly."Hey baby, how was your drive?" She asked as she stepped over the threshold and entered my room."It was alright, traffic as usual, but you know how that goes."I sat down on the bed as she removed her jacket. She then joined me on the bed and began to rub my shoulders. "That feels so good, I’ve missed you this past week," I managed to say through relaxed moans."I’ve missed you too," sighing as she spoke. "I was hoping I would see you this weekend.""Oh, why is that?" I inquired."Because I planned something special, and don’t ask what, because I’m not going to tell you""But," I began to speak."No buts, I’m not telling you," raising her voice. "So don’t ask.""Yes Penn," my voice barely above a whisper. How I loved hearing the dominance in her voice."Hannah," her tone softer now, "go open the box I sent you Thursday, and put on what is inside."I had been wondering what was in that damn box for two days now, and I would finally know in just a minute. Penn sent it to me overnight mail, on Thursday with a note which read:. Recipient Is Not To Open This Until Instructed To Do So On Saturday.I rose to my feet, and retrieved the box from my luggage, and retreated to the restroom. Upon opening the box, I gasped, and could hear Penn’s laughter on the other side of the door.It contained a simple but very elegant satin black halter dress that flared at the hips, black heels with ribbons attached that laced to my knees, and, finally, a solid platinum collar with a diamond centered in the front. There was an exact neck-sized replica of the new ring I noticed her wearing today.I got dressed quickly, making sure not to keep Penn waiting too long. Stepping back and giving myself the twice-over in the mirror, I was delighted with what I saw. My 5 foot 3 inch 120 pound frame was hugged in all the right places by the beautiful dress. The shoes, added a sexy edge to my outfit, accentuating my toned calves. I was truly impressed with my appearance. I then attempted to put on the collar that was in the box as well. But to no avail. My neck is unusually small, yet I could not figure out why I couldn’t get it to stay shut. I re-entered the bedroom to an impatient but very visibly pleased Penn sitting in the corner of the room. Still holding the unlatched collar around my neck, I approached her slowly. "Penn, I think the latch is broken." She paused, smiled mischievously, and approached me. Turning me around, to face away from her, she began rummaging through her pants pocket. I heard her retrieve her keys, and before I could protest I heard the click of the latch on the collar. I can’t believe she had locked this around my neck. She apparently saw the uneasiness in my eyes as she turned me around to face her again. "Baby, what’s wrong, you don’t like it?" She said tilting my chin to meet eyes with me."I do, I just didn’t expect for it to lock. I guess it just made me a little nervous.""I didn’t think I was springing anything on you. I mean you said you wanted to be mine, and mine alone, and in the midst of that conversation we did discuss what that entailed." She stated."I suppose you’re right." I knew full well what she meant when she asked me to be hers. I’ve known about Penn’s involvement with BDSM since day one. Frankly, I’m nowhere near vanilla myself, but I have never been ‘collared’ before, so all of this is quite new to me.Holding my hands, she kissed my left shoulder, then my right, my forehead, my nose, and finally came to rest on my lips. A lingering kiss, breath taking, and perfect, was abruptly ended when she pulled away. "We have to go; we’ll have time to pick this up later."I grabbed my black ¾ length trench coat as we walked out of the door. Pen seemed to be in a rush to get to wherever it was we were going. Insisting upon driving, she opened up the passenger door to her black Nissan Xterra, helped me in then returned to the driver’s side, as we prepared to leave for our night on the town. As we sped through downtown Raleigh, we listened to some sensual R&B. I vaguely remember hearing "Turn Off Da Lights" by Tweet. Just as I began to relax into the seat, getting lost in the music, we came to a stop in front of an ornately decorated building. The sign above the building read, A Taste of Pain. I love to try new things, but even that made me a little apprehensive. Noticing the look on my face, Penn touched my thigh. "It’s okay, you know I would never put you in harms way. I’m your protector Hannah. You should never worry as long as I am here.""Okay Penn."With that she exited the car, and came to the passenger side to help me out. As we approached A Taste of Pain, I noticed that the sign bearing the name of the establishment was done in black and red raised letters. It also featured an image of a flogger wrapped around a martini glass with cherries hanging over the side. Upon entering, my nose was pleasured by the aroma of crème brule. I noticed that the staff had an intriguing dress code. Waitresses wearing corsets, short black skirts, fishnets and spiked heels, waiters wearing leather vests, leather pants, and black boots. The one thing the both had in common were the red collars worn by all of the wait staff. Pressing her hand into the small of my back, she urged me forward."Still feeling okay about this?""Yes Penn.""Anytime you want to go, you know what to say right?"I silently nodded, taking mental note of my safe word, ‘Black’. When stated, the scene was to end immediately, no questions asked. We were seated at a round booth in the far left corner of the restaurant. Soon after we were greeted by a gorgeous black femme, wearing a leather corset, that gave her a waist that would make Barbie jealous.Penn ordered two glasses of Merlot, and appetizers, while I mulled over the entrées. Just as the 2 arrived, I had decided what I wanted. We ordered our meal, and engaged in some stimulating conversation to say the least. "So tell me Hannah, do you like to be tortured, or teased.""I’m sorry, what did you say?""You heard me Hannah, now answer my question.""Teased," I spoke shyly."Mmhmm. Are you opposed to pain as pleasure?""No," I replied. "As long as you take care of me, I am willing to try anything at least once.’"That’s what I like to hear," as she raised her eyebrows at me. Our food arrived and we ate in comfortable silence, glancing up every so often to meet eyes with one another. I usually tried to look away before meeting her gaze, nervous by the look of adoration for me in her eyes."Finishing or meal and wine, and rising from our seats, Penn led me to a black door. "Aren’t you going to ask for a check?""Don’t you worry about that okay?""Yes, Papi." I knew just what to say to get into her head. She loved that shit too. The moment the word left my mouth I could swear I saw flames rise in her eyes. Opening the mysterious black door, Penn led me down a steep flight of stairs, to one of the most lavish dungeons I had ever seen. Plush padded red walls and every apparatus know to man to swing from or be tied to. Then everything went black. Penn had tied a blind fold around my eyes to keep me from seeing anymore of my surroundings. Gently urging me forward, then pushing me into the plush lined wall with a force I’d never felt from her before. She then took my wrists, bound them together above my head, attaching me to a hook of some sort that was suspended from above.She untied the bow of my halter dress, letting it fall to the floor with a whisper. A chill swept over me, but I didn’t dare move. Not now anyway. Left in my shoes a lacy black thong, and my collar, I felt over-exposed. However, I had no way to try to cover myself. She swept her hands over my back, kissed my neck, pressing her body into mine firmly. "Hannah?" she whispered."Yes, Papi.""Can you handle this?""I’m not sure." I spoke softly."Why aren’t you sure? Are you afraid?""I’m not afraid, just nervous."She never responded to me. The next thing I felt was unlike any pain I have ever felt in my life: a repetitive sting to my ass and thighs, followed by gentle caresses. I sensed it was a flogger. The harder it stung, the wetter my pussy got. I made the mistake in getting too comfortable in my position. Moaning loudly, uncontrollably. She hit me with a force, meant to break me, and capture my attention. It did just that. My knees buckled as I began to slide to the floor."Stand up Bitch!" she yelled striking my right thigh, harder than before. My knees buckled again, unable to hold my weight. "Hannah, do I sound like I am kidding with you right now?" She asked sternly."No Papi, I’m, I’m sorry. I can’t take it."The words melted her to mush. She came up closer to me, rubbing the spots stung by the flogger. Leaving a trail of kisses down my back, over my ass, to the back of my knees, she made the pain dissipate. "Did Papi give you too much?""Yes, Papi," I said head bowed, and still blindfolded."You have a safe word, and you chose not to use it. So maybe I wasn’t giving you enough."She quickly moved away from me. I heard a door close. She had left me here bound and alone. I began counting the seconds, something my father had taught me from his days in the military.Sixteen minutes had passed until I finally heard her return. Tears stung in my eyes, abandonment was the ultimate punishment for me, my biggest fear. Grabbing my breasts with gentle force alerting me she had returned, I moaned. Turning me to face her, she took my mouth in a kiss, biting my lips and licking the pain away. I wished so badly that I could wrap my arms around her. Just to feel the softness of her skin. Gripping my neck she deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth and engaging our tongues in a sensuous dance.Pressing her body into mine, I felt the bulge of her strap. Sliding her hand between my legs to feel my wetness, she forced my legs apart to delve deeper into my spot. Slow fucking, in and out of my pussy, just enough to tease me, and make me want her even more. "Papi, please don’t stop fuckin me, mmmm it feels so good."She laughed a sadistic sexy ass laugh, and since my hands were still bound to the hook in the ceiling, she unhooked my legs from around her, and spume around. I smiled to myself, taking note of the fact that she liked to get it from the back.Slamming deep into me, giving me all I could handle plus some. I was screaming now, and just prayed this basement was sound-proof. When she felt my body tense, my next release mounting, she slowed her pace, deepened her strokes, determined to make the ecstasy last."Cum with me baby," She growled.All restraint I had was gone, I could no longer hold back and within seconds I was grinding in to her, screaming so loud my throat hurt, listening to her growls turn into quiet purrs. Tightening her grip on my hips spread my pussy as she entered me as deep as she could go, we came together in perfect harmony.My body tired, slumped over from exhaustion, she unlatched my wrists, removed my blindfold, and once again claimed my lips with hers. Stroking my hair, whispering to me, "You’re mine now."I could only imagine what the rest of the evening would hold.
