“Now, take this pill,” he said out of nowhere.
“No,” I replied. “I want to be taken out of this plane right now!”
He smirked. “I have to say, you’re the first woman to be sad to be leaving this island. Anyway, take this pill!”
In his hand was a white round pill. I could only imagine what it would do to me. “I already said no!” I reminded him.
“Miss Poeller, your complete submission to me is inevitable. You can resist and maybe even achieve small short term victories, but in the long run you have no chance against me.”
I believed him. He had his own island, his own country, his own plane… come to think of it, the plane wasn’t even that big of a surprise. “Okay,” I said.
“Open your mouth. Do you need water?”
I nodded.
He pulled out a bottle of cold fresh water from the refrigerator. “Open your mouth.”
I obeyed and for a second felt like a child being fed by her father. He poured the water in my mouth slowly, allowing for me to adjust my swallowing. Soon afterwards, the pill was safely in my stomach.
“Miss Poeller, you strike me a smart person. I hope you’ll change your mind,” he said. After he finished his words, I was already asleep.
When I woke up again, I was in complete darkness. I was hooded again. My mouth was free though. I was not on the plane anymore. This was a stable place. I could feel a cold wall behind my back and the ground underneath my feet. I was chained to that wall with my hands above my head and my legs spread. Apparently that was the man’s favorite position for his slaves. At least that’s how he referred to me once. Maybe it was just a joke or something. I still couldn’t believe that I was now the victim of a handsome and rich slaver. What the hell?
“Miss Poeller,” a familiar male voice said. It was him again.
For a second I was scared that he was seeing something I didn’t want him to, but then I realized I was still wearing that black robe and underwear.
“Welcome to Astoria, my country. Here’s the problem. On one hand, I’d love to keep you here and show you exactly what I can do, but on the other, I always respect my clients. After all, I’m a gentleman.”
I never knew that gentlemen tied women up and threatened them, but hey, times were changing.
“I’m giving you a unique opportunity to leave this place unscathed. I find you very smart and I know that you’ll keep your mouth shut. I’m asking for a promise. Never tell anyone and I’ll release you.”
“Only if you’ll release Kathy too,” I said.
“You’re not in position to make demands, Miss Poeller.” He stepped closer to me and pressed his body against mine. Then, he pulled down the black robe again. “Miss Poeller… Hmm… it hurts so much to see you like this and not being able to do to you what I want…”
“And what do you want to do to me?”
“A gentleman doesn’t say. But it certainly involves this beautiful body.”
I was afraid he was going to undress me, so I tried to move my body out of his reach, but I knew it was impossible. After all, I was tied up and completely helpess.
“Don’t worry Miss Poeller. I’d only undress you with your consent. That’s not to say I wouldn’t make it easier for you to agree, of course.” He was having a good time and it was pissing me off. How dare he? He’s not supposed to have fun on my behalf.
“I’m not giving you my consent!” I yelled annoyed.
“Okay. No need to shout.” He slowly pulled on my restraints and my body was going up. He was pulling me up! My feet started losing contact with the ground, until I was standing on my tiptoes.
“Ugh, it’s uncomfortable!” I said.
“I know. Just say it. Say it out loud!”
I had no idea what he wanted me to say.
“Ask me to undress you,” he said.
I couldn’t believe my ears. “You want to?”
“Only with your consent Miss Poeller. I’m waiting for it.”
Of course he was going to make me do it. Having said that, I was somewhat impressed by how confident and arrogant he was. I bet he always had everything his way. This time I was going to do everything in my power to prevent that. “No.”
“You will make this even more difficult, right? Is that what you’re trying to do? If you think I haven’t seen girls like you then you’re right, I haven’t. By far you’re the most impressive and brave woman I’ve ever met. Almost all women say yes at this point and yet you’re still resisting. But let me tell you something. I love a good challenge. If you’re trying to be one, so be it. I’ll make you give me that yes. I will.” He was completely serious. He was going to make me agree to him undressing me and god knows what else.
“Please, just let me and Kathy go!” I yelled.
“You think that’s all that it takes to beat me? To beg? No, darling. I’m way worse than that.” I could feel his body against mine again. He was whispering in my ear: “I’m a criminal, you know. I can’t afford to lose. I’ll make you cooperate.”
For the first time, I believed him. I believed that he was powerful enough to make me say yes. I was so shocked by that realization, that the word escaped my mouth without much consideration. “Yes.”
“Is that a yes I just heard?”
“Yes…”
“Okay. Let’s add one more word to it. Sir. How about that? Can you say Yes Sir?”
“Yes…Sir.” I was defeated. I hoped I prevented further torture from him by agreeing to his offer, but there was also something else, a very deeply seeded strong energy inside me. Ever since I saw this man for the first time, I somehow wanted him. The situation I found myself in made me forget or ignore these thoughts, but that never meant that they went away. They were still there.
“Now you deserve to see me,” he said and removed my blindfold. Suddenly I could see him. He was wearing black jeans, a dark blue sweater and some black shoes. Strands of his hair were covering his forehead and eyes. His eyes were fully focused on mine. The game was on.
“I just wish you could imagine what it’s like being a man, looking at someone like you right now. You look so beautiful.” He slowly pulled down my bra and could see my breasts for the first time. Judging by his looks, he wasn’t disappointed.
I was very embarrassed though. He must’ve seen women with bigger breasts. He also saw my breasts in a very uncomfortable situation.
His hands cupped my breasts gently. He moved his fingers down my breast and very gently pulled on my nipples. Not to cause pain, but to remind me what could happen if I were to disobey.
“Very good, Miss Poeller” he praised me for something Mother Nature gifted me with. “Very good.”
I was ashamed, but also aroused. This whole thing was just too intense for me. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he slowly tucked one of his fingers under my panties. He was so close to where he wanted to be. I couldn’t believe it.
“Miss Poeller, we choose this underwear to be as small as possible, but a true woman always looks best naked. I’m sure you’re aware of that,” he said. God was his tone snarky.
I knew what was coming and I wasn’t wrong. There was only one problem. I was tied up, so he couldn’t remove my panties. Instead, he pulled them to the side. Then, all hell broke loose.
Submitted December 03, 2014 at 05:00AM by KingOfAstoria http://ift.tt/1pPIvlX BDSMerotica
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