By Cherry Dare
Copyright 2012 Cherry Dare
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Kaylie Hill was not having a good day. Her feet ached from spending all day at the diner, running back and forth between the tables and the kitchen, carrying plates of food that she wouldn't want to eat and smiling at even the rudest customers. And she had to do it all in a polyester uniform and rubber-soled shoes, both of which made her feel unattractive and boring.
The only way she survived was by wearing her sexiest panties and bra beneath the uniform, and imagining that when she got home, a man would be waiting for her. A tall, dark-haired man who would strip off her hideous uniform... No, a man who would order her to strip for him.
Kaylie would lose herself in such fantasies as she took the orders for burgers and fries, biding her time until she could get home and touch herself, imagining that masterful man's hands sliding over her breasts and clit. At home, she would come again and again, fucking herself with fingers and vibrator.
But as much as she enjoyed her solo orgasmic exploits, she wished that some day she could live out her fantasies with a man who would take her higher than she could ever take herself. But so far, that had remained a daydream and a desire, not a reality.
As she collected her pay for the day and walked down the dark streets toward her bus stop, she thought again about how thrilling it would be if her imaginary Master really existed. Or someone like him, anyway. Someone who would dominate her and make her beg for him to do things she had never let any boyfriend do to her... and make her love it.
All day long, Kaylie had to be responsible and strong. She worked hard to pay her bills, saved her money, and tried not to show how tired she was. She wished that just sometimes, just occasionally, she could let someone else be the strong one. It would be so blissful to have someone else take responsibility for her... and for her pleasure. She could surrender to her Master's will, secure in the knowledge that he would take control of her and bring her to ecstasies she could never achieve on her own.
But that fantasy would have to stay a fantasy forever, she thought sadly. She would never be able to live it out. Every man she'd ever dated had leaned on her strength rather than letting her lean on his, outside and inside of the bedroom. No matter how alpha they looked on the outside, on the inside they'd always turned out to be the opposite of dominant.
Last month she'd tried to explain to a date what she liked. "Order me to do something nasty to you. Something you've never dared to ask a woman to do. But don't ask me. Command me."
He stared at her, then exclaimed, "You filthy slut!"
For a moment, she'd been delighted. He was really getting into the spirit!
"Yes, I am," she said, licking her lips. She knelt at his feet. "Use me like the whore that I am."
He backed away, looking repulsed, then stomped out and slammed the door. Kaylie had spent yet another night alone with her vibrator. She was so tired of living in her tiny, unadventurous, unsexy little town.
Kaylie stopped in surprise when she reached her bus stop. There was a new shop on the street, between the 99 Cent store and the Laundromat. That made no sense. Those two stores were next to each other, and had been for as long as she had lived in the town. But there was that impossible new shop, with a window displaying beautiful, expensive-looking jewelry and lingerie, and a sign that read, "The Shop of Dreams: Live Your Wildest Fantasy."
She glanced at her watch. It would only be ten minutes before the bus came, and it would be the last bus for the night. But she really wanted to check out the shop. She decided to go inside quickly, and come back later if she liked it. She loved shopping for lingerie, enjoying the sensation of it teasing and caressing her skin. Maybe she could buy a new, sexy bra and panties, even if the jewelry was too expensive for her and her waitress's salary.
Inside, it was even more sensual than it had looked from the outside. And bigger, too. Kaylie didn't understand how this huge shop could fit into what had looked like such a small space from the outside. But it was a treasure house of leather skirts and corsets, silk panties and camisoles, and other things that sent a tingle that ran from Kaylie's stomach all the way down, until she felt her clit swell and throb with heat.
There were black silk blindfolds, teasing feathers, soft ropes and shiny handcuffs, and also whips and canes and switches. She imagined the dark-haired man, her Master, blindfolding her so she'd never know which she'd get, the tickle of a feather or the sting of a whip...
Her nipples grew hard, until they stood out against the fabric of her dress. She brushed her fingers over them, intending to press them down, but they were so sensitized that just touching them made her even hornier, and her nipples even harder. She promised herself that the moment she got home, she'd fuck herself hard with her biggest dildo.
Kaylie could feel herself getting wet. She shifted her feet, and her swollen clit rubbed against the slippery silk of her panties, making her moan aloud.
"May I help you?"
Kaylie jumped, startled and embarrassed.
The woman behind the counter wore a black leather skirt and corset that contrasted with her creamy white skin. She looked sexy but sophisticated, as if she had actually lived out every fantasy Kaylie had ever dreamed of. Kaylie had never been more conscious of being an inexperienced small-town girl. And the woman had heard her moan! It was like she'd been caught masturbating.
But the woman gave her a kind smile, which eased Kaylie's shame. "Welcome to the Shop of Dreams. You must be a very special person to have found it."
"I just walked by," Kaylie said, confused.
The woman shook her head, and a small curl of black hair bounced against her cheek. "Not everyone can find the Shop of Dreams. Everyone has fantasies, but only the people who dream most vividly, who long most strongly, can find the Shop... and choose a ring."
"A ring?" Kaylie asked. It was an unusual sales pitch, but one that she appreciated. She had worked in sales herself, and she knew how hard it was to make people feel the sense of anticipation that Kaylie had felt at the woman's words.
The woman held out a tray of exquisite rings. Kaylie knew immediately that she could never afford them, but it would be fun to try some on.
Her fingers hovered over a slim band of steel set with a tiny rose carved of black onyx.
"That's the ring of dominance," the woman said. "Are you sure..."
Curious, Kaylie touched it.
A fantasy leaped into her mind. She stood in high-heeled boots, wearing a black velvet dress and fishnet stockings, holding a whip. A handsome, muscular man knelt at her feet. He could have overpowered her easily, but she had made him submit to her by sheer force of will... and by his own desire to submit. Pink lines stood out against his smooth, tanned skin.
"Please, Mistress, please!" he begged. His huge cock swelled ever more, and he writhed with desperation. "Beat me, humiliate me, step on me with your stiletto heels! Anything, Mistress!"
Her pussy throbbed with desire. A hot wet line trickled down her inner thigh as she raised the whip...
Kaylie pulled her finger away from the ring, amazed. The scene had felt so real! But it was strange: she had never dreamed of being dominant before. She wanted to be the one who knelt. And not before a woman, but before a man: the black-haired man of her fantasies.
As she thought that, her attention was drawn to a different ring. It was a delicate circle of fine golden strands woven together like vines, decorated with tiny golden leaves. In the center, a ruby rose was framed by three sharp golden thorns.
Kylie reached out a trembling finger and stroked the rose.
Arousal struck her like a blow. She saw herself kneeling at the feet of the dark-haired man, gazing up at the sculpted features of his handsome face. His sensual, arrogant lips parted to give her a command. Whatever it was, she knew that would not be able to resist doing it...
"Of course," said the shopkeeper. "The ring of submission. It's yours."
Kaylie panted, her mind still whirling with the force of the fantasy, her body trembling. The satin panties she wore under her uniform were sopping wet. She pressed her thighs together, afraid that her juices would drip down and show.
"How much?" she asked.
The woman named the exact amount that Kaylie had been paid at the diner that day, down to the last penny. Surprised and delighted, Kaylie opened her wallet and gave the woman everything she had but her bus fare.
The woman put the ring in a tiny box of scented wood. "When you get home tonight, put on the ring. It will take you where you long to go... and to the man whom you long to obey."
Kaylie clutched the box tight and hurried outside, eager to go home. It seemed impossible... but the shop itself had been impossible. Anyway, if nothing else, just remembering what she'd felt in the shop would make for a great masturbation session. Though, she realized with some annoyance, she'd undoubtedly missed her bus...
The bus pulled up to the stop. Kaylie got on. According to her watch, she'd spent less than ten minutes in the shop. That was strange.
As the bus pulled away, she glanced back. The 99 Cent store and the Laundromat were once more next to each other, and the Shop of Dreams was gone.
Once she got home, Kaylie hurried to her bedroom, kicked off her ugly practical shoes and uncomfortable waitress uniform, and stood in her lace bra and satin panties, eagerly anticipating the moment when she'd put on the ring. Would it really do what the woman had said it would?
There was only one way to find out. Kaylie opened the polished wooden box, and put on the ring.
Her familiar bedroom vanished. She was floating in a warm, black cloud. The voice of the woman from the Shop of Dreams spoke: "You are going to a place where fantasies come true. When you want to return home..."
"Click my heels three times and say, 'There's no place like home?'"
There was a flash of light which reminded Kaylie of a wink. The voice said, "You can if you like. But all you have to do is take off your ring."
Kaylie found herself standing in a beautifully appointed bedroom. But she barely spared a glance at the luxurious canopied bed, or even at the silk ropes tied around its bedposts.
Her Master was here!
He stood tall and straight, toying with one of the silken ropes. His glossy black hair framed the arrogant jut of his masculine features. He wore jeans and no shirt, displaying his taut muscles and the huge bulge of his rampant hard-on. His skin was the color of caramel, and his eyes were so light a brown as to be almost amber. On one finger he wore a slim steel band with an onyx rose—the ring of dominance.
Kaylie's jaw dropped. He didn't look exactly like the man she had imagined— he looked better! And the aura of command and sensuality that came off of him, even before he'd spoken a word, made her feel deliciously warm and weak inside. She spontaneously dropped to her knees.
"Very good," he said. His voice was as sexy as the rest of him, deep and smooth as melted chocolate. "I see that you wear the ring of submission. Are you prepared to obey my commands?"
Kaylie was already wet at the thought. "Anything, Master!"
He cocked his head at her. "Really, anything? I shall test that. Tell me, what was the last thing one of your boyfriends asked you to do, that you refused?'
Kaylie remembered, then felt heat rise to her cheeks. She should make something up...
"Honestly," he commanded.
She blushed harder, but could not refuse his order. "One of them wanted to watch me masturbate. I never... It's just private!"
"It would please me to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers," her Master said.
Deliberately, he licked his lips. She imagined that pink tongue thrusting and licking at her moistening pussy. She didn't have to wait for his order— she'd do anything he said. She was dying to please him.
She took off her bra and panties, and lay down on her back on the floor, spreading her legs until her labia parted, and he could see the velvet folds of her pussy. For a moment, she thought of how embarrassing it was to have someone watch her masturbate. But the thought of him watching her do something so private and personal only made it hotter.
"Anything you want," Kaylie whispered. "And I hope it makes you so horny that you come over and fuck me right here, on the floor."
"We'll see," he said coolly.
Kaylie began to gently rub her forefinger into her waiting pussy. She spread around her slippery juices, and ran her finger in circles around her throbbing clit. Knowing her Master was watching made it so much more exciting. She hoped he was getting a good view of her pink lips and swollen pearl.
She inserted one finger into her pussy, then two, and thrust them in and out, first slowly, and then faster, harder. She had already been so hot when she started that she knew she wouldn't last long. With her left hand, she reached up to caress her own breasts.
A strong masculine hand caught hers. "You keep playing with your pussy. I'll play with the rest of you."
He pinched her nipple. The jolt of pain traveled down to her pussy, where it joined with her other sensations and became intense pleasure. She squealed with delight.
"I like the noises you make," her Master said. "Keep on making them."
"That's easy," Kaylie gasped, then moaned loudly as he took her nipple between his teeth, then sucked on it. It hardened to a tight nub inside his hot mouth.
He swirled his tongue around her nipple, nibbling and sucking until she moaned again. No one had ever paid such attention to her nipples before.
He suddenly nipped at it, making Kaylie yelp. Her pussy pulsed violently at the shock of pain.
"I... I'm going to come," she gasped.
"Not yet!" her Master ordered.
"I don't want to disobey..." Kaylie bit her lip, trying to resist the beginning sensations of her coming orgasm. "I'm trying..."
Then, unexpectedly, his hand came down hard atop hers. He thrust a strong finger into her pussy, pushing her own hand inside, and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
"Come!" he ordered.
One more stroke of his fingers, and orgasm took her. She cried out as she felt her pussy pulse under her hand, and her juices flooded out.
For a moment, she lay there gasping, and then she looked up at him. His sensual mouth was smiling, and his amber eyes were alight.
Kaylie knew she had pleased him, and that gave her joy. But she wanted to do more. She wanted him to give her more orders. And she wanted that fat cock of his out of his pants, and into her pussy. Or anywhere, really...
"May I do something for you?" she asked. "May I give you a surprise?"
He considered it, then nodded. "You may. You deserve a reward, for coming when you were told."
"I would never disobey that order," said Kaylie. "Especially when it comes from you!"
She walked across the room. He stood up, watching her.
"There's something else I never did for my boyfriends," Kaylie said huskily. Then she smiled. "Well, none of them ever asked me to. But I never offered. They wouldn't have understood. But I think you will..."
She knelt down, then got on all fours, making sure her bare ass was sticking high in the air. Thinking about what she planned to so, she blushed, until she was sure even her ass turned pink.
Her Master understood. "Crawl to me," he ordered. "And wiggle your ass while you do it, slut."
She crawled across the floor, flushed with shame and arousal, and other emotions as well. He had understood that she wanted to abase and humiliate herself, and had ordered her to do it so she didn't have to volunteer. This powerful man could command her to do anything, and yet that very power he had over her made her feel safe.
When she reached him, she murmured, "This part is the surprise."
She rose up to her knees, opened her mouth, grabbed the zipper of his jeans in her teeth, and pulled it down.
His gigantic cock sprang out, thick and long and hard as steel, bobbing at the exact level of her mouth. A bead of clear pre-cum glistened at the tip. She licked it away, tasting the slippery salt of it, then ran her tongue around the soft skin of the head.
Kaylie licked along the length, laving him with her tongue as if she was tasting a delicious ice cream cone. She loved sucking cock, and never before had she had so much cock to suck.
He stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. With one hand, she caressed and squeezed his muscular ass. With the other, she fondled and caressed his balls. As she continued to lick and suck at his cock, she massaged the delicate skin between his balls and asshole. She could tell that it was a deliciously sensitive area for him from the way he gasped. Kaylie sucked harder.
He moaned and thrust into her mouth. Eagerly, she took in as much of his massive cock as she could, licking and sucking at the shaft, flickering her tongue around it as he began to thrust harder.
"Take it all," he ordered. "Swallow my long cock, slut!"
She longed to obey. As he grabbed her shoulders and pumped into her mouth, she relaxed her throat until she could accept more of it—though not its entire length. She had never been able to deep-throat, though she'd always wished she could.
It was terrible. She was disappointing her Master!
Then she remembered the ring she wore. In this magical world, wearing the ring of submission, might things be possible now that never had been before? With that thought, her throat relaxed more, until she was swallowing his entire length.
She was thrilled to serve her Master like this. With an enormous cock like this, it must be a rare woman who could get the whole thing in her mouth.
With a gasp, he bucked and came, shooting hot semen down her throat. She swallowed, more easily than she had ever been able to do before. Then she slowly released him, caressing her tongue down his length all the way.
He stroked her hair as he withdrew. "You've pleased me so much, pet."
She loved hearing that endearment. There was nothing Kaylie wanted more in the world than to be his pet.
"What do you want me to do for you?" he asked. "Beg me for it, and it's yours."
"When you're ready," she began, then saw that he was hard as a rock again. "But I... But you just..."
He held up his right hand, showing her the steel band. "The ring of dominance lets me do some things I couldn't do otherwise. In the real world, I'd need at least another thirty seconds!"
She giggled. But her laughter died away when she thought about what she really wanted.
"Please, please, fuck me as hard and rough and fast!" Her pussy throbbed at the thought.
With a shockingly fast movement, he pounced like a lion and threw her down to the floor. Before she could even take in what was happening, he was on top of her. The entire length of his cock plunged into her pussy, burying itself in all the way.
Kaylie groaned with relief. Finally, she was filled up, just liked she'd wanted. She arched up, moaning, as his massive cock thrust in and out of her wet pussy, banging her hard. Kaylie moaned, near screaming, fulfilled like she'd never been in her life. But she knew she could take more, and take it harder.
"Harder!" Her nails dug into his muscled shoulders. "Fuck me harder," she gasped.
He kept on pounding her like a jackhammer as he spoke in a deep, arrogant voice. "You don't give the orders."
Any other man would have been on the verge of coming, unable to change his rhythm or even speak coherently. But her Master was not any man.
In what Kaylie knew was her deserved punishment, he slowed down, fucking her with long, slow, deliberate strokes. Earlier, she would have enjoyed it. But now, it was torture. She needed him to drive his thick cock into her like a piston, fucking her relentlessly until she was unable to do more than scream in orgasm.
"I'm sorry, Master!" she gasped, feeling her slick inner lips as they slid up and down his rod. "Please fuck me harder. I'm begging you!"
He did not relent, but rather slowed down even more. Kaylie writhed in frustration, trying to fuck herself against his fat cock, frantically rubbing her clit against his hot shaft. Then she realized that the fault was hers.
"Whatever pleases you," she said, though the desire for a brutal pounding still tormented her. "I submit to your will, whatever it may be. However harsh, or however gentle."
His amber eyes sparked, and then, unexpectedly, he laughed. "For you, a gentle fucking is one hell of a harsh punishment!"
She nodded humbly.
He held himself completely still for a moment. Kaylie could not believe his self control.
Then he said, "All right, my beautiful nasty girl... Since you submitted so sweetly, I'll fuck you right through the floor as your reward!"
He reared up above her, withdrawing his cock almost entirely from her hungry pussy, then slammed it all the way in, brutally thrusting her into the hard floor. Kaylie groaned with pain and pleasure.
Now he fucked her harder than ever. His balls slapped into her flesh. Each time he came down, pistoning into her yielding pussy, the fingers of his left hand toyed with her soft breast, sometimes caressing, sometimes pinching the nipple hard and sending a shock of delicious pain through her body.
She moaned with every thrust, her entire body hot and wanton. "Yes!" she screamed. "Like that!"
He flipped her over on to her belly, tossing her about as if she weighed nothing. Then he thrust into her once more, brutally, taking her doggy-style. His pelvis rubbed up against the globes of her ass.
"Such a fine, tight ass," he said.
"It's all yours," gasped Kaylie.
"Next time," he promised.
The new angle stimulated a spot in her pussy that drove her to new heights of pleasure. His thick cock butted against it, again and again.
Kaylie knew she was going to come at any second. And her Master seemed to know to.
"Come for me," ordered her Master. His sharp teeth bit into her shoulder. "Come hard!"
Her orgasm built inside her, like a wave that would sweep over her and carry her away. It exploded in her in a rush of ecstasy, and she felt her vaginal walls pulse and clench around her Master's punishing cock. Her juices flowed all around it, dripping down her inner thighs and on to the floor.
She could see how much her Master had enjoyed seeing her orgasm by the pleasure that shone in his eyes. And he'd enjoyed feeling it, too, she thought with a wicked grin. His thrusting became less controlled and more frantic as he sought his own orgasm. With a hard plunge into her hot, welcoming pussy, he groaned and came. She felt him pulse and spurt inside her.
The sensation tipped her over into another orgasm. Her velvety folds fluttered around his softening cock, and she flung her head back with the force of it.
Her Master pulled her close and rolled them both over, so they were lying side by side, with his shaft still inside her. She happily curled into his warmth. Not only had he fucked her like a champion and let her experience the deep pleasure of obeying his orders and serving his will, but she also liked his sensitivity and sense of humor. She wondered if she would see him again, here in this magical space or somewhere in real life.
"Can I ask a question?" she inquired.
"Ask, pet," he said lazily. "I shall choose whether or not to answer."
"What's your name?"
His seductive lips curled into a smile. "Are you thinking of looking me up on the internet?"
"Guilty," Kaylie admitted.
She wondered sadly if the reason he seemed hesitant was that it hadn't been as good for him as it had been for her. A man like him must have women throwing themselves at him all the time. Probably much prettier women, too. Richer. More sophisticated. More experienced.
As if he'd read her mind, he gave her ass a reassuring pinch. "You are marvelous, pet. Use your ring of submission any time, and you will find me waiting for you here. I will give you orders and teach you things you can't even imagine! But my name will have to wait. I have reasons."
He gave her a kiss, with a press of his strong tongue that reminded her of the relentless thrusting of his cock. Then he reached out and tapped her ring. "Take it off."
Kaylie obeyed. She found herself back in her apartment, sprawled on her bed, wet and fucked-out and very, very satisfied. The ring was clutched in her hand.
After a long languorous time of simply lying in bed, relaxed and happy, she checked her watch. No time at all had passed. She still had time for a good night's sleep. Though she wished that her Master still lay beside— and inside— her.
The next morning, Kylie rubbed at her bruises, evoking a tingle of pleasant pain. She put on a black lace bra and pair of black lace crotchless panties, and then her polyester uniform and rubber-soled shoes.
But today, she didn't mind her job or even her awful uniform. She knew the day would fly by as she thought about the night to come, when she would once again put on the ring of submission. And some night, she knew, she would learn her Master's name.