Smiles

Part one and part two.

As I'm drying off, I can feel his eyes on me, appraising, and by what I can see, he is enjoying the view.

"That's enough. Give me the towel." I comply, handing him the towel. I seem to have forgotten how to speak, even though now the gag is gone, and he doesn't seem to be moving to be putting it back in. "So you can follow directions, I see," he says, almost laughing.

"Yes, sir," I answer. Where did that come from? I'm surprised at myself, and he grins. "Good. Looks like you're a natural. This shouldn't be too hard, though I do love a challenge." He pauses. "Come now, let's go into the other room."

We walk over to a wardrobe in the corner of the room, as I glance around to catch the details I missed the first time around. It is a big room, and beside the table in the middle, there's a bed on the side, this wardrobe, and a bookshelf. He catches me glancing around, and chuckles. "Pay attention now, darling. This is where you'll keep your clothes, those that you get, that is." He opens the wardrobe and pulls out a short skirt and top, no bra or panties, and leans down to pick up a pair of heels.

"You can wear these to dinner, and we'll talk more then." He sets them down on a short table next to the wardrobe and grabs me by my wrist, pulling me to the bed. "This is where you'll sleep- not in the bathtub," he intones, and I swear I see him wink. I'm so confused. This man has me here against my will and is making jokes with me? Unbelievable.

He sits down on the bed, pulling me next to him, then all of a sudden I'm over his knees. "You didn't think I'd forget that you didn't listen to me earlier?" He waits for an answer.

"No, sir?" I am completely thrown off.

"Of course not, darling." His right hand rests on my bottom, while his left hand holds me down. Not that I'm struggling, though the thought has crossed my mind. He taps the plug in my ass. "Maybe this can come out now." He pulls the plug out and I'm amazed at how empty I'm left feeling. He sets it down on the floor, as far as I can tell, and next I know, his hand is smacking my ass, very hard.

Clean

For the first part of this fantasy, click here. 

After he shaved my pussy, the man started to clean up and he walked around the room, putting things away, seemingly paying no attention to me. This gave me a better chance to look at him. He's a big man, obviously he would have to be to move me around with such ease, but he doesn't come off as bulky, more as a lean mass that you wouldn't want to tangle with. He is tall, and almost handsome, though I dislike him so much at the moment, I don't want to think that. His hair is a dirty blond color, his face startling with green eyes that focus with much intensity on whatever he cares to give his attention to. 

I am so deep in thought that I don't notice him coming back up to where I am. He uncuffs my hands and feet and picks me up as if I'm a giant doll. I wonder where we're going next, though not for long. We go into a large bathroom off the room we're in, with a huge bathtub, which appears to be filled. 

"In you go," he says, as he gently sets me in the tub. The warm water is blissful, after being tied and humiliated as I was. "You've got half an hour to bathe." He starts to walk out. "And don't you dare remove that plug!" 

He didn't say anything about the gag, though, and that comes off almost the minute he leaves the room. I figure I may as well enjoy my bath, and lean back, stretching out and relaxing in the enveloping warmth. I begin to feel a bit drowsy again and decide to close my eyes for a minute. 

Next thing I know, I'm being rudely awaken. "One simple task, girl, I give you, and you can't even accomplish that? Do you not know how to bathe yourself? Very well, I can do it for you." He doesn't yell, but he doesn't have to. The mediated anger and disapproval are very present in his voice. 

He strips in front of me, allowing me to see all of him now, just as I suspected, lean and buff, every bit of his body exuding power. He dips in the tub, coming toward me. "If you cooperate, darling, this won't be as hard as it has to be." He almost snarls. I nod, not knowing what to say. He grabs my hair, pulling it underneath the water, though leaving my face tilted upwards. Soon, it seems, his anger dissipates, and he is enjoying himself. I, however, have subjected myself to an even more through inspection than before, as he takes pleasure in washing behind my ears, in my bellybutton and even down to each of my toes. 

"There now, my dear, that was not so difficult, was it? In the future, however, do not expect such leniency.  You will be punished for disobeying me." He pulls me out of the tub, handing me a towel before wrapping one around himself. 

"You will learn, though. And I will have such a wonderful time teaching you." 

Trapped

This is a bit more intense than I usually go, but what can I say? It just spilled out.

"There's really no reason for you to try to escape. You won't get out."

I look around, frantically, as I wake up. I can't move my feet, because they're cuffed together and attached to....as I glance up I see they're attached to what seems to be a giant cage. I don't even know how I ended up there, but I start to panic and wiggle, but I know it's hopeless at the moment. The voice talks again, "That's right, just calm down; you'll be coming out of there in no time anyways. We have some things to take care of, now that you're mine."

I am astonished. His? Who the hell does he think he is? Well I suppose I'll find out soon. He's coming over to unlock the thing I'm in, I think. He comes over, unlocks my feet, and pulls me out. "No trouble now. You're probably still a bit drowsy anyways."

He drags me by my arm through an immense house, wonderfully decorated and very fancy. I wonder what's coming and I'm frustrated by not being able to talk or ask questions. I have a feeling though that this man means business and I don't want him to have any reason to show me what will happen if I do give him trouble.

He brings me to a big room with a table and what seems to be a bowl of water on the table with a whole bunch of other things I can't make out from my angle. He picks me up and grabs my hands and attaches them to cuffs which seem to be tied to the table legs. Quickly I'm hoisted up on the table and on my back, my feet locked into similar cuffs as my wrists. I'm totally open to his eyes. He walks around the table, looking at me, poking me every so often, pulling my hair, examining me thoroughly. I'm humiliated by the close attention he's paying me, and then he is all of a sudden between my legs, pulling apart my pussy lips, sliding his finger up and down my pussy before moving down to my asshole, and poking and prodding there. I'm mortified and wish he would stop. I try to shake a little and he smacks my pussy, telling me to hold still.

All of a sudden I feel a cold and wet feeling down where he's pushing his fingers. I feel a finger enter my ass, slowly and surely, and then another, and then they're removed to be replaced by another, slightly larger, colder feeling. I wonder what it is, and he clarifies for me, "That, my dear sweet girl, is a butt plug. You should get used to that feeling there, because it'll be there a lot, and bigger ones, too."

Now more wet feeling, except this time it feels like water, all over my trimmed pussy hair. I glance up and see him lathering on shaving cream and know what's coming next. He takes his time, shaving my pussy smooth. Afterwards, he cleans me all up, and I'm finding I am enjoying the attention. I hope that he doesn't notice how I'm getting wet with all his ministrations. Of course he will though, I think, he's the one messing around down there. And he does notice, remarking, "Oh, our little captive is certainly having a good time down here. He plays with my newly shaven pussy, still sensitive, making me squirm as he plays around, rubbing around my clit in circles, running his fingers up and down, slipping them in at the end and pulling them out, then finally pushing one in, and leaving it there, holding it, twisting it, finally thrusting it back and forth until I think I'm going to come, when he pulls it out and smacks my pussy again. "Sorry, not today, my dear little captive. You haven't earned it yet." I whimper, and try to look pathetic, to gain some sympathy.

He looks up at my face, clearly unmoved. "I think you're going to like it here, darling.