Assertion of Dominance
John wasn't sure how long he lay there. He was blindfolded so the only clues he received regarding his surrounding were smells and sounds. The room itself smelled damp and musty like a basement that had flooded and lay to rot. Water dripped slowly from the ceiling creating an echo of sound around him….an ominous sound. The night before was a blur….he had been on his way home from a local bar and was lost in thought….thoughts about her….his lover, his pet, his joy. He met her on the internet several months ago and they had been inseparable ever since. Michele was the love of his life and he the love of hers. Their relationship had evolved over time and eventually they ventured into the realm of their true personalities….Dominant and submissive. He was her Master and she his devoted and willing slave. They were bound together for all time in a relationship that was so powerful they could never be with any other. Every breath, every thought, every feeling, every emotion, every part of them was one. Recently a cloud had come over their relationship….that cloud was in the shape of a man. David was a Dominant who had many slaves under his wing…and now he was coveting her….his love, his life, his pet. John had seen David around the chat rooms online and had felt an instant distrust for him. David was very aggressive with women and especially with his slaves…he was always looking for new female slaves to add to his vast collection and now he wanted Michele. It had started innocently enough....Michele had added a female slave to her online friends list, and David had seen her profile there. Very soon thereafter, he started sending her messages. The messages started out friendly with just a hint of his Dominant side, and over time they began to progress to messages of a more overtly Dominant and sexual nature. David even went so far as to start trying to give Michele orders of his own which she always refused. Of course John saw each and every one of these messages. He was in control of Michele's online life as well as her personal life and after reading David's first messages, he began to take more control of her account. She belonged to him and was forbidden to take another Master….ever. Michele had willingly agreed to this arrangement, even signing a contract binding her to John for all time as his property. He knew that her love and desire for him was as deep and strong as his love and desire for her. Unfortunately, David was also aware of this fact, and he had made it his mission to have Michele all to himself. The situation between John and David had come to a head recently when John sent David an email respectfully asking David to back away from Michele. When David refused this request, John was forced to block David from access to her account. Michele had thanked John profusely for doing so as she disliked David and hated his advances towards her even more. Of course at the moment, John was focused solely on trying to ascertain exactly where he was and what had happened to him. The back of his head was throbbing painfully and he could feel the warm, sticky flow of blood down his neck. He could also feel hard concrete beneath his body. In addition to being blindfolded, John's hands were bound tightly behind his back and his legs were bound together with rope. A large ball gag was strapped tightly into his mouth. Suddenly, he heard the clank of a large door being opened and then the sound of several sets of footsteps slowly approaching him. The smell of cheap cologne and cigarettes filled John's nostrils overpowering the dank smell of the room. He struggled to free himself but to no avail. "Don't bother trying to get loose, tying people up is my specialty." said a voice from above. The voice was very powerful…very low in tenor and John felt an intense anger building inside of him at the sound of it. Who the fuck were these guys and what did they want with him? "Remove his blindfold." said the same deep voice. John felt the tightly bound cloth being slowly removed from around his head and as his eyes were uncovered he instinctively scanned the room. It definitely resembled a basement, but instantly John understood that it was much more. This was a dungeon. Hooks and chains lined the walls and there were familiar instruments of torture displayed quite clearly. Whips, riding crops, nipple clamps, gynecological instruments, straight jackets, handcuffs, and every variety of sexual toy were among the tools that John could make out. In addition to the equipment, there was also a long black table fitted with stirrups very similar to what you might see in a gynecologist's office; however, this table had additional features. There were two sets of leather straps - the first set was positioned at the head of the table and the second set was just above the stirrups. There was also a large black leather strap at the center of the table. "Do you like my little home away from home?" the voice said, "I keep several of these rooms in various locations around the world to use for my…pleasure." John turned his head to look at the man's face. The only light in the room came from a single light bulb screwed into the ceiling, so it took a few minutes for John's eyes to adjust. Once John's eyes focused, his stomach sank and he felt his rage would explode. There was no mistaking the man who stood before him. He looked exactly the same as his picture….Master David. "You shouldn't have blocked me John." David said, "I don't like it when people fuck with me, so now I am going to fuck with you." John tried to speak but the ball gag prevented any noise to escape from his lips. His rage was bordering on madness. How had David tracked him down? John knew that David lived in the United States, and John had been very careful to cover his tracks online to give no clue as to his exact location. Yet now he was bound and trapped in a dungeon, David's dungeon. John's mind was already planning his escape and once he accomplished that feat, how he would make David suffer for doing this to him. "I want something from you John." David said with a smirk. John knew exactly what he meant but would never allow it. He was glad that David didn't know how or where to find Michele. John had set up her account so that she could never be tracked, although John himself knew every detail of her location and kept the information under lock and key. As John stared David down with hatred, he slowly shook his head from side to side. "John, I thought you were smarter than that." "You WILL order Michele to leave you and to become my personal slave for the rest of her life and if you do not, you and she will both suffer the consequences." David said while still smiling that evil little smile, "Remove his gag so he may give me his answer." The two men who had accompanied David moved forward and as one lifted John's head, the other removed the ball gag slowly and carefully as he could see that John was definitely NOT a person to be careless around. As soon as the gag left his mouth, John felt an intense desire to scream and rage, but he held it in check. He must stay calm, stay focused. John stared at David for a few moments before speaking slowly and deliberately, "Never. I will never order her to you. She belongs to me and only me forever." David shook his head slowly from side to side, "Bring her in," David ordered the two men, "NOW." John felt panic seize him instantly. No, it couldn't be possible, there was no way. He had done everything to prevent anyone from finding her. A few moments later he saw Michele being led into the room by the two men, and then shoved roughly forward onto the concrete floor. Her head struck the ground violently. Michele was clothed in a skimpy camisole top and white cotton panties. She was bound, gagged and blindfolded just as he was, but with one difference. Her legs had been left unbound and seeing it made John's rage nearly uncontainable. David walked over to Michele slowly, knelt down next to her bound body and started to caress her face and run his fingers through her blonde hair. Her body was shaking and even though gagged a slight whimper had escaped her mouth. "DON'T TOUCH HER YOU LITTLE SHIT!" John raged. David's smirk became even larger at these words. He pulled Michele up by her hair and then removed her blindfold in one swift motion. Her eyes revealed her state of panic and fear. They were very widely open and her cheeks were stained with tears. She stared helplessly and pleadingly at her Master. John tried to comfort her as much as he could with his eyes and then shushed her with a quick inward movement of his lips. "Maybe now you will reconsider your decision John." John couldn't think. He looked at his love, his pet sitting there sobbing and was very compelled to give her the order to spare her any hurt, but he knew he could never do it. John looked again at David and very slowly answered him, "No." "Fine." said David and dragged Michele across the floor by her hair. John had never felt this much raw emotion before in his life. The only thing that came close was the raw passion and love he felt for Michele, but watching David with her now brought out feelings of such intense rage and hatred that he felt almost primal. "David, I am warning you now, let her go." John said in a very low monotone voice. "John you are not in a position to give me any orders so I suggest you relax and enjoy the show." David hoisted Michele up onto the black gynecological table and quickly strapped her midsection down with the large black leather strap. He then took each of her feet and placed them into the stirrups and then used the bottom set of leather straps to bind each foot firmly to the stirrups. Michele's crying could now be heard through the gag and the tears flowed harder then before. David then reached up behind her back and once the bind holding her hands was loosened, he took each hand and strapped it down with the set of straps located at the top of the table. John watched all of this seething with anger. He had to get free himself somehow, but David's two goons were still close by. As John's eyes passed over the man closest to him, he noticed a flash of silver. There was a pocket knife tucked in the top of his boot, and it had already worked its way more than halfway out. It wouldn't take much time or effort to get it. John slowly started to push himself towards that knife. At the same time, David had taken a large knife from a nearby table and started to cut away Michele's camisole very slowly and deliberately. The tears began to pool on either side of Michele's head. David smiled down at her as he slid the knife under her top and turned the blade upwards. He ripped the fabric with the blade and relished every second of her misery. Once he was finished, he pulled off the shredded camisole and started to cut away her thin white cotton panties. David pushed the tip of the knife into Michele's crotch; she was shaking so violently that the knife cut her labia. She winced with pain, and David slowly bent forward and lapped away the blood with his tongue. John pushed himself forward even more earnestly upon seeing this….his hatred for David increasing with each act he performed on his pet. Once her panties were removed, she lay completely bound and naked on the table with her legs raised up high and spread wide. David reached over and picked up a heavy metal speculum which he inserted roughly into her vagina. She flinched in pain at the violent act of penetration, and tried to struggle against her bonds to no avail. David slowly spread her pussy wider and wider with the cold steel speculum and then turned his attention to John. "You won't want to miss this John." John tried to block out David's words, but it was hard to keep from seeing what he was doing to Michele. David turned his attention back towards Michele. He lifted the knife and started to slowly insert it into her stretched vagina. David pressed the blade against one side of her canal and as Michele sobbed he leaned into her ear whispering to her, "You are mine now, my love, each of my slaves has been marked in this very same way, and now you will bear the same mark, the mark that claims you as my own forever." John had finally made it to the boot containing the knife. He lifted his head up and slowly grabbed the end of the knife with his teeth. He pulled it upwards very gently and with very little effort the knife came loose. John wasted no time. He lay the knife down on the ground and turned his body so that his hands could access it. Once he had hold of the knife, he pulled out the largest blade and turned the edge of it towards the ropes binding his hands. He moved the blade as quickly as his binds would permit him too, and started to cut with an urgency he had never felt before. He had to get to her…had to free her and take her someplace safe, but first he must cut his way free. David was slowly cutting into the flesh of Michele's vagina dragging the blade downward while pressing the tip firmly into her to give her a prominent scar, a scar that was his brand. Michele sobbed and sobbed and pleaded with her eyes for David to stop, but David only smiled and stroked her flesh gently with his free hand as the searing pain of the knife he held in his other hand ripped at her insides. His hands were now free and after making sure that David and his two friends were thoroughly distracted, John went to work on the ropes binding his legs. He cut the ropes swiftly and then quickly set about getting to his feet. John quietly moved behind the first man and in one swift motion slit his throat with the knife. Before the first man had even hit the ground John was already on the second doing the same thing to him. David turned around just in time to see the two men lying on the ground…their bodies shaking as the life drained out of them. John stood glaring at him with the knife still in his hand. "Let her up NOW David." John said forcefully, but David still had that irritating smirk pasted on his face. "My, my John, it seems you are more resourceful than I gave you credit for." David ripped the knife from Michele's vagina causing her entire body to convulse violently. John lunged forward swiftly and grabbed the arm in which David held his knife. David just kept smiling, grabbed John's arm which contained his knife and the struggle began. The rage John felt was beyond anything that could be measured…he was going to cause David to suffer as he had never suffered before. John took all of his strength and pushed David up against the wall. "You're too late John…she is mine and there is nothing you can do about it." David snarled through gritted teeth. "David, you never should have fucked with me, because now you are about to get fucked." John took his knee and rammed it into David's crotch. David collapsed almost instantly to the ground and John moved forward and grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head. He knelt down and pushed the knife to David's crotch. "You won't be needed these anymore my friend." John took the knife and stabbed into David's crotch causing him to release an inhuman scream. John relished every second of the sound. He twisted the blade slowly until David started to sob hysterically and then in one swift motion John sliced off David's manhood and let his shaking body collapse to the floor with the blood still pouring from him. John wasted no time. He ran to his pet and quickly cut the leather straps binding her. He removed her gag and she fell sobbing into his arms. He rocked her slowly and held her naked body close to his. "Shhhh, my love. I am here. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise you that. You are my love, my life, my reason for living and no one will ever take you from me." Michele sobbed and held John tightly, "I love you, I love you, I love you John, my love, my life, my Master. I am yours forever and I would have let him kill me for you, you know that." "Yes my pet. I know, but I could never allow that to happen." John said lovingly, "You are a part of my soul and I need, want and love you desperately. I will always keep you from harm." John lifted Michele's body in his arms, cradled her gently and carried her outside whispering promises into her ear. Promises which made her sink even more deeply into his arms, yielding to him completely. sweet d. ~ 2006
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