“Melanie?” said the man, appearing out of the shadows suddenly.

“Hi, Johnny.”

“Come with me,” he said and grabbed her by the arm.

He wasn’t the same friendly Johnny she had known from their five or six meetings. He was acting a part, she knew. They had discussed all of it, meeting first at the coffee shop. Then later at his apartment, where she had learned to trust him. They had done some light ropes and handcuff play. Johnny was gentle and totally cool. Perfect for her to finally realize her fantasy in real life. She wanted to be taken to a dungeon, tied up, whipped and fucked in the ass.

She couldn’t believe she was really going through with it. Johnny opened the door to the industrial warehouse. It was in a scary neighborhood downtown. Her friend Betty had recommended Johnny, and told her about his awesome dungeon. But she had never seen it until today.

“He has this space that used to be like a food storage warehouse,” Betty had told Melanie. “It’s super creepy. He leads you down all these passageways and down into basements within basements, and down narrow hallways, and finally you come to this little dungeon and he ties your hands above your head to this chain that comes from the ceiling.”

Melanie had gotten all wet just hearing about it, and now she was going into the building in real life. He was indeed leading her through a strange space. It smelled musty and dangerous. And then, they descended some creaky stairs into a basement area that smelled even more musty. And they came to the dungeon. She put her hands up above her head. Silently he tied them and connected her to the chains. Then he put a blindfold over her eyes.

“Can you see?” he asked.

She shook her head.

Now she was in the darkness. All she had was her smell. She could smell his cologne, it was spicy. And she could hear his breathing. It was loud. Then she felt his hand. It started exploring.

“Nice,” he said, as he put his hand inside her blouse and felt her nipples.

“Very nice,” he said, as he put his hand up her skirt and stroked her ass and her pussy through her panties.

Melanie was completely in his control now. There was no backing out. She was going to get tied up, whipped, and fucked. That was what Melanie had asked Johnny to do, and he had agreed, reluctantly at first.

“Are you sure you’re ready for something that heavy,” he had asked her.

“Yes,” she said. “I trust you.”

Because she trusted Johnny so completely, she was able to feel the full thrill of this dark and extreme fantasy coming true. It was in her pussy. As he put his hand down there, she was going crazy with arousal. Her throat was dry. She could hardly breathe. That’s how turned on she was, to be in a man’s complete control like this. She let out a little cry.

“You like that?”

She nodded.

Then she felt him pushing something into her mouth. It was the ball gag. This was something Johnny was especially careful about. At his apartment he explained to her, “If I gag you, we have to have a safe-sound that you can make in addition to our safe word. You move your head back and forth like this and make the AH sound four times. That will be the signal, OK”

“OK, Johnny,” she had said.

He tightened the gag so the ball went deeper into her mouth. Then he tightened the rope on her arms so it pulled her up by the shoulders. She now had to stand on tippie toes. It hurt her shoulders. It hurt good.

“Owww,” she whined through her ball gag.

“Shut up!” he scolded her. He yanked her pony tail back and it felt like he was almost breaking her neck. But she wasn’t scared. Because she knew she was safe. She just had to utter the word “Basta,” and he would stop. He was Hispanic, and basta meant enough. Johnny was covered from head to toe in tattoos. He had like tusks of animals coming out of his ears. He was pure macho. But she knew after these first meetings that he really had a soft side. He was pure power, but also gentle and loving. She was completely in his possession.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he said, yanking on her hair again.

She tried to talk but she couldn’t with the gag in her mouth.

“I can’t hear you!” he repeated and pulled her hair harder.

Finally, he reached with his other hand and released her ball gag, and took it out of her mouth. She could breathe at last.

“Are you going to be a good girl,” he repeated.

“Yes,” she promised.

He pulled harder.

“Yes, Master,” he corrected her, yanking on her hair again.

“Yes Master,” she cried, and he finally released her hair. It hurt so badly. And yet it made her so excited. She felt something running down her legs. Had she peed herself? What was that gushing out of her pussy? It was a liquid that came from this pain. He was opening her up. She couldn’t’ believe that she had surrendered her will so completely. She had a master. She was…a slave. It felt so freeing. So relieved was she. She no longer had to feel the anxiety of individual will. She was released from the oppression of self-agency. Because she belonged to another. She belonged to Johnny. And she didn’t have to worry anymore. She was free at last — now that she was a slave.

Suddenly he tore the back of her blouse off and ripped it from her body. He ripped off her bra roughly. Then he reached around and started twisting her nipple.

Oh my God, she thought. This is so cleansing. He’s purging me of everything. He’s hollowing out my soul. He’s emptying me of all bullshit. She hadn’t expected it to feel so… religious.

‘Master!” she cried out. “My master!”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, Master,” she cried. “I’m yours. I’m all yours. Take me. I’m yours.”

He slapped her suddenly on the face. He must have moved in front of her because the slap landed hard. She imagined it must have made her cheek go all red.

“You like that?” he said.

“Yes, Master,” she cried. “I love it. I deserve it. And I only want to please you.”

That’s all she wanted, it was true. Johnny, this Master, owned her niow. She was completely in his power, already. So quickly the dynamic had established itself. She lived for him now. Her friend Betty hadn’t told her any of this. She had just described the outside, the chains the whipping, the blowjob. But she hadn’t described this part. The inside. The complete transforming that was taking place inside her. She was going from unhappy 28-year-old legal secretary to completely joyful and devoted servant of the magical master Johnny.

And then she felt him ripping off her skirt. She felt it fall to her feet. Then he tore at her panties. She was now naked before him. And tied to the ceiling.

“Oh my God!”

She had never felt such a turn-on. To be naked, blindfolded and hooked to the ceiling in some basement meat locker. This was unbelievable. The liquid she felt earlier was now streaming down her leg. He put his hand there and fingered her and quickly she orgasmed and a flood of that liquid leaked down her legs. He had opened up a well inside her. And it was flooding.

“You like that, eh?” he said.

She was crying with joy.

“Yes,” she cried. “I like it so much, Master. Thank you. Thank you so much, Master. I wish I could kiss your feet and bow before you and worship you like a god. You’re the greatest master.”

“You better believe I am,” he said. “Get on your knees before me.”

He lowered the pulley system then, and her arms came down, allowing her to fall to her bare knees on the hard, cracked, damp concrete floor. Her knees were hurting. But her soul was soaring. She knew what was coming next and she couldn’t wait.

“Now suck on your master’s dick.”

She felt the head of his hard cock entering her mouth then. She opened wide and let him fuck her mouth deeply. He shoved it all the way down in one thrust. She forced her throat to stay open. She dared not gag. He pulled his cock out and pushed it all the way back again. It made her gag this time, there was no helping it. She made choking sounds but he was unrelenting. He held his cock all the way down her throat until she felt like she was about to pass out, and then finally he pulled it out.

“Thank you, Master,” she cried. “Thank you so much!”

She was overcome with gratitude. She now felt something she had never felt before. Complete trust. She knew she could count on him to take her only to the edge. To never push her beyond what she would stand. She knew she could trust him with her life. It was like a marriage. She felt bound and wedded to him and it had only been some twenty minutes

“Thank you, you sexy little bitch,” he said. “You’re a real little trooper, aren’t you?”

She nodded submissively.

“I’m really gonna have my fun with you tonight,” he said. “I’ma shoot a big load of jizz up your pretty little asshole, you know that?”

“I hope so master,” she said.

He unhooked her from the chains then and ripped her blindfold off.

He appeared before her now in all his power and glory. It was like being with a being from another dimension. He was a powerful God, Johnny her master. He was glorious, with his tusk earrings, and his inked face. And his shining eyes.

“Master!” she cried out.

“You better fucking believe it,” he said. He pulled her up and took her over then to a wooden platform. There were two posts on either side. He pushed her down onto the platform and tied each of her hands to the posts, so she was facing the ground and could no longer see her glorious master. And he began whipping her with a leather whip.

“I’m gonna whip you,” he said, “But since I’ve never whipped you before, I don’t want you to hesitate. If it’s too much pain for you, I want you to use the safe word, do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

He whipped her ten times, fairly hard. Each blow shot a surge of pain through her body, that was accompanied by a great desire to be fucked. She wished the whip could fuck her. She loved the whip. It was an extension of her master. It was the leather arm of her god. And it was blessing her with this pain.

“Oh it’s so good,” she cried. “I’ve never felt anything so good. I beg you… I beg you…”

“You beg me to stop?” he asked.

“No, Master,” she said. “I mean no offense, but I beg you to whip me harder”

She heard him cackle then.

“Oh you really are a trooper, my little Melanie. I like you.”

And then, whop!

He wound up and whipped her twice as hard as the first ten blows.

“That’s what you get for being such a little trooper,” he said. “That’s what you get! Are you happy now!”

He whipped her again, harder, and she felt more lovely pain. And she felt such a pain that she was bawling and tears were pouring out of her eyes, but she felt also such a joy that she cried out, “Yes, Master, happier than I’ve ever been in my life!”

“You’ve gotten me pretty worked up myself,” he said. And she felt him enter her, then, from behind. In her pussy. He was fucking her mercilessly. There was pure aggression in the fucking. He blasted his cock into her like dynamite. And he grabbed onto her sides with his nails digging deep into her flesh. And he pulled her so hard onto his cock with each thrust. And he howled with demented delight like some kind of sick hillbilly fucking a pig, but she loved it, and she loved him so much because there was an enormous orgasm beginning inside her. It began slowly rising up like the atom bomb itself, and then it exploded in a mushroom cloud of orgasm as she came and came. Then he paused and pulled his cock out. And moved it up into her ass.

“Ahhh!” she screamed.

She’d never been fucked in there before, only by herself with a slim vibrator, so she knew she liked the sensation. But that big cock ramming up there in one fell swoop with no lube, it was quite a shock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, and she felt him pushing her head down hard onto the wood. Her teeth were biting the wood of the platform now, as he ass fucked her as hard as he possibly could. She panted and screamed and sweated and hollered and it hurt more than anything she’d ever felt before. It hurt up in parts of her midsection she’d never felt before. But it also felt soothing. Like she was being split in two, and cut in half, and opened up, and put back together again by her master.

“You little trooper!” he screamed, and then she felt him shooting his load up inside her, but he didn’t stop, he was unbelievable. His fingers dug into her flesh deeper, and he fucked her even harder. He hooted even louder and crazier, and her ass no longer even hurt, it was beyond pain, this experience. It was transdimensional. She was in some kind of tunnel of new sensations, sensations humans didn’t ordinarily feel, because past every drop of pain and past every drop of “self” and then you get to this sensation — the pure, strange, feeling…feeling of death itself, a death that ordinary people, of course, could never survive, but Melanie was different, she had survived it, she was in this “after place” this beyond, now, as he double ass fucked her and ejaculated up into her intestines a second time. With this ejaculation, these fireworks, she felt herself being shattered into a billion pieces of Melanie raining down into oblivion and she cried out with otherworldly joy

Afterwards he tenderly sponged off her back and covered it with kisses. And he sponged her ass. She could hardly walk, as he tenderly escorted her back up through the dark labyrinth and out into the street.

“That was about the hottest fuckin thing ever,” he said to her, kissing her tenderly on the lips. “I hope you’ll come back again real soon.”

“Yes master,’ she said. “Whatever you wish.”

“I’ll let you know when,” he said, firmly. “It won’t be this week, but it will be soon. We’ve got a lot more traveling to do.”

Her heart leaped then. He had gone there with her, through that portal and into that other post death dimension. It wasn’t just in her imagination. It had been real. She had found the mystical, shamanistic master who could take her where she needed to go.

She was the luckiest girl in the world, she thought, as she headed out into the darkness of the streets. She could face anything now. She had gone all the way and she had survived.

There was nothing to fear.

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