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CaptainElegant15 59M
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3/30/2015 4:28 am
A question of trust[




Complete submission

Amelia was still reeling from the effects of her previous appointment. It had weighed on her mind. She had loved the whole scene. She loved the anticipation, the experience itself and the feeling of isolation and violation he left her with. She also felt an emptiness when he left. It hurt. She felt a sense of being used, a sense of ‘longing’ for recognition as his possession. Instead, he had cast her down and walked out. She had worn her ribbon faithfully ever since.

Of love and anguish

She loved their shared vision. She meant the word love when she thought it. It wasn’t about puppies and pink hearts but the symptoms it gave her were those of love. It brightened her inside. It gave her yearning and wishes, dreams and brighter colours around her. Songs somehow stayed with her. His perception of beauty, his desire for her to be orderly and presentable – (she used the word ‘preppy’) – it was becoming a more important part of her life – like her vanilla life too. She also appreciated and enjoyed his generous assistance with creating her new self, her controlled self. It felt to her as though he wanted to give and that meant something to her.

But still in part something was disturbing her. Was she allowing him too far into her life? Was she putting herself at risk? Was he capable of harming her? What did he really mean by the term Dominant? How far would he go?

She had been misled before by another contact from the website. She did not want to find herself deceived by another liar or cheat. It had been a mistake. She did not want to put herself at any risk of long term harm. It was scary. In the newspapers and all over the media there were stories of people who concealed a darker side – who behaved unpredictably with terrible consequences. And here she was, proposing to submit herself further to someone she could not yet entirely feel sure about. It was confusing. It was time to draw back.

On the one hand she was confident she had become his devoted subject. She was clear in her mind and responsive in her body. She could know the positive aspects of that. It was indeed her wish to be owned, controlled and to explore these intense feelings. On the other hand it was against all best advice to put her faith in someone she did not really know. It was keeping her awake at night. What if she gave herself to him and he reacted in some hurtful or malevolent way. What if he actually physically hurt her? Was she being ‘groomed’ for some awful outcome?

Truth in actions not words

She read his profile and his words again. How could she reconcile his confession of Sadistic tendencies with his comments about not enjoying harming or hurting others? It was a contradiction. She had asked him directly and resisted him on this. She asked for space to think about it and time to assess her feelings.

The Captain explained clearly that his definition of Domination did not include deriving pleasure from inflicting physical pain. It was linked to the trauma of a psychological kind, to intensity of feeling that comes with restraint, with anticipation, with submission, humiliation and violation. His intensity and energy came from creating shared feelings not the flail or whip. There was no blood, blades, beatings, needles, chains or pain in his scenes. She heard the words but perhaps she did not yet understand it? But she did understand there was an emptiness – a pain when he left.

The real deal

In so many ways they were deeply compatible. This was the real deal. He did have the power she craved. He obviously had deep experience. He was easily capable of detachment as well as engagement – there was no hint of a stalker about him. He had a vanilla life too – she had been provided with his personal details very early on. In a way, he had taken far greater risks with her than she had with him. He was clearly the genuine article and had already transported her to new places.

Finally he wrote a story for her and in that scene he made it absolutely clear he would never ever take an action of any kind with her without her specific permission. If she failed to provide it – there would be no progress. There would be no more Captain. That felt like a loss. She knew she would miss it.

At her invitation…

It surprised her that she could actually feel her heart beating in her chest when she wrote to him asking to meet again. In her note she wrote the words – she knew she needed to be absolutely clear and agreed to submit to ‘anything he required’. In so doing she was relinquishing herself entirely but within the faithful assurance from him that she would be safe from harm. Ultimately she was confident that he had too much at stake to put her at risk of any kind. In her mind was the question of being hurt – and that was too scary to contemplate. But it was in her mind – not his. Of that she was sure.

The meeting would be Thursday at 4pm again. She dressed that day in the exact uniform agreed. Her hair was up, in an immaculate style, no strands, no slips. Her makeup was simple, neat and perfect. All the while she had in her mind his comment that she was to be fit to ‘meet his Mother for tea’. How very prim and proper! It made her smile. So like the Captain, always polite and dignified, considerate and presentable.

The presentation

Her smart white blouse was done up to the neck. Her jewelry was simple – gold bangles and a wristwatch. Around her neck she added a double row of faux pearls – it made matters more formal – together with the earrings, the preppy signature she loved. It also compensated or balanced in some way the obvious sex appeal of the leather skirt he had bought her – its slit along her left thigh revealing the pantyhose she had carefully chosen and also bought with his money.

In addition, fantastic new lingerie beneath gave her a kind of edge today. It was printed like a sort of sexy blueprint on her body. She stood in front of the mirror admiring how she appeared for some time before dressing fully. This was a picture he would certainly enjoy; her gamine frame complimented perfectly in expensive Agent Provocateur decor. She slipped into the high heeled black pumps, ensured her ankle chain was straight beneath the nylons and reached for her coat. There was, at that point, nothing more she could do to perfect herself for him.

The meeting

She walked through the Spring sunshine to the now familiar hotel three blocks away and felt relaxed as she walked straight through reception to the elevators. The receptionist even asked if she could help and she confidently responded that she was meeting ‘my partner’, the guest in 101. The lift arrived and she walked straight to the door. Two knocks and he opened it for her.

This time there was eye contact, familiarity - warmth even. He took her coat and resumed his position in the armchair while she sat on the bed. Oddly, small talk ensued. They spoke of the weather and the hotel, its ambience and suitability. She noticed however that he was noticing her. And eventually, he asked her to stand and check herself in the full length mirror. She did so, adjusting her hair slightly, straightening her blouse at the waistline and approving of what she saw – her gift wrap for him. She looked toward him and smiled. He suggested she refresh her lipstick and watched her take it from her handbag then lean forward to touch it up. She puckered and turned to receive his approval. He slowly absorbed the picture in front of him, toe to tip. She wondered what he was thinking. Should she offer herself?

She decided rather boldly not to wait but to kneel in front of him and present her wrists, crossed as he expected them. Saying nothing she waited for his response. It seemed to take an age. It was even slightly embarrassing. She flushed. She realized she had inadvertently humiliated herself.

“Will you tie me Captain?” she asked calmly. He was looking straight into her eyes and said only three words.
“Remove your clothing…”
She was startled by the bluntness of the request but accepted he should have his wish.
“In front of the mirror…” he added

Untouched yet disrobed

She stood. She said nothing but glanced at him sitting upright and leaning forward observing her. She was prepared to unwrap herself and began to do so that he might approve, carefully and precisely. First she removed the pearls. She laid them on the dressing table. Then she undid her cuff buttons, neat red bows attached to the pearl buttons – his signature on her all day. One by one she undid the buttons from her neck downwards, slowly revealing her bra beneath. She placed the blouse on the chair neatly. She unzipped the black leather skirt and slipped it down. Then she stood adjusting her new underwear. She loved the way the suspender belt held the stocking tops high on her thighs. She adjusted her breasts in the cups of the bra and glimpsed for his approval. He was smiling broadly and she smiled back.

She slipped her shoes off – and seemed much more petite now. Then she unhooked the suspender belt each clip in turn. It felt oddly old fashioned to do this – like a dancing girl in a forties movie. She sat on the bed to carefully unroll the stockings down her legs. She was enjoying the scene, the view in the mirror and being observed. It felt somehow possessive and appealed to her exhibitionist tendencies. He was still smiling when she stood again and reached up to release her hair. It fell to her shoulders, in deep, soft, brown loops and curls from the hoop she had undone. She adjusted its shape and then reached behind to unclip her bra. Slowly she released it and allowed her breasts to be revealed, the nipples already erect. She touched them both as she dropped the bra.

Turning to him she took two steps forward and crossed her wrists again. He held up his hand.
“The last garment…” he said softly. She could hear he was tense.

She carefully pushed her painted fingertips into the front of her panties and drew them downwards revealing her shaved pussy for his inspection. His eyes were fixed on her there and she felt it, watching him. She felt warmth there – perhaps the warmth of his desire? He remained staring at her, motionless and she gave a shimmy. The room was warm. It wasn’t a shiver. It was a shudder of anticipation.

Trained for restraint

He stood and presented her with her personally designed gag, the scarf inside a plastic tube. She took it in her mouth and he tied it carefully behind her head so it was firm and restricted her ability to speak but not to breathe. This was great. Very dominant. Very submissive. She realized she was breathing heavily in serious anticipation and she knew she was aroused. She felt it even more when he brought out the second scarf with which to blindfold her. He did so. And then she was really shuddering as a third silk scarf was tied over her head as a hood. She was concealed, enclosed, restricted and it was immediately familiar and warm. It felt great to be naked and yet concealed. It felt great to trust him too.

She heard the Captain remove his jacket and some, or all, of his clothing too. He was very close to her. They stood still in each other’s presence. Carefully he drew her backwards to lay her on the bed. A pillow for her head, and one beneath her hips, it felt as though she was being made into some sort of offering. The slick, silky swish of ribbons felt familiar on her wrists and her hands were firmly and tightly tied to either side of the bed. With her legs raised slightly by the pillow under her back side she was already very exposed.

Slowly and carefully she was tied with more ribbons, along her arms, around her waist and two strong cords were wrapped around her ankles. She enjoyed the restriction and the submission and there, at the bottom of her stomach, the tingle of fearful anticipation – her misgivings about her personal security and his good faith. He could hurt her now and there would be nothing she could do. For the first time she could feel his body naked alongside hers as he reached to tie her. She couldn’t see him but she could feel the firmness and strength in his torso as he climbed around and across her to tie. He paused to take a picture with his phone. She had expressly forbidden him to do this and felt violated and distressed by it. She tried to call out.

The deceit

“This is so you can see – it is for your eyes only… I promise.” She was very upset and wrenched at her restraints.
“It is for beauty – and it is to help you trust. You have to know I keep my promises. She murmured faintly.

The possession

He raised her legs and she felt the cold wetness of his finger with a lubricant on the tip. A small silicone plug was swiftly inserted in her anus. It felt nice and slipped in easily. She could still raise her legs and he helped her to do so – to adjust herself. Then she heard the buzz of a big, mains-powered vibe. He applied it to her clitoris and eased it gently into just the right position. It tickled unbearably. She twisted to resist and he held her steady. He was kneeling between her thighs and she could feel his strong arms pressing the toy. His fingers entered her pussy and she was soaked. She soaked the pillow beneath her and his whole hand. It felt fantastic, the fingers and the vibe together and she readied herself to come from the stimulation. Working together, slowly and rhythmically they brought her towards the inevitable conclusion. He was gentle yet firm, precise yet tantalizing. He was denying her first, permitting her, then denying her – prolonging it agonizingly. This too was a kind of pain. A delicious agony all of its own. This was what he meant by Sadistic!

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she shouted in muffled yelps. Her head was rocking from side to side with the intensity and heat of it. The first cum did not stop. As he moved his fingers inside her it increased. She felt a wave for the second time.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed and they began laughing together. Expertly and painlessly, the plug in her anus was swiftly removed and replaced with a larger toy. She felt the pressure and the penetration and it was just perfect. It was a large rubber cock, larger than she expected and the work he was doing to ensure it filled her deeply could be felt in his hands and wrists against her buttocks. Her legs were over his shoulders now and as he entreated her, “Let me, let me!” so she relaxed and allowed the toy inside. It felt amazing, so full and giving.

He brought the vibe to the front again and this time she was compelled to drive the pressure. It was still whizzing through her from the first cum but the ass toy had changed the focus and her need. She loved the strength he was using and the tenderness of the toy. He alternated fingers on her clitoris and lips, then toy, then fingers in such a way that she could rotate her hips beneath him. In so doing, the toy in her ass was active, surging inside and out. He coached her to reject it then would force it gently back inside. Her knees were up and he had grabbed first one ankle then the next which he tied in turn to the cords holding her hands.

Now her ankles were somehow rubbing her earrings and she was fully exposed, her legs almost over her head. she was so available! A second vibe was gently eased into her pussy. Together they rocked her hips on the pillow. He had total access and control to the soaking mayhem between her legs. They remained this way for some time, alternately working the toy in her backside and the fierce little vibe in her pussy, the gap between her buttocks was awash and the tip of her pussy so sensitive that if he even flicked it with a fingertip she had to yelp.

In the sweat-soaked disarray she imagined the gymnastic appearance of the position on her back, her legs splayed and tied above her head and the scene with the toys between her legs and ass. She was hot inside the hood, her face flushed, her forehead sticking to the silky fabric of the scarves. His naked body between her legs was surely a prelude to something more and then she felt him, his covered cock hard against the lips of her pussy, pleading to enter. He did so and she could easily adjust to it – she was soaking and open. She liked the impact of his pelvis against her as the sharp thrusts drew her towards him and along his shaft. She could hear his breathing too – sharpening to shorter breaths.

He removed the toy from her ass and went there too. This time more gently. The lubricant was effective and the preparation was thorough. She could take him there without pain and she welcomed the moment when in a deep and inwards sigh she heard his voice drop to a low heaving grown. She wanted the full power of his orgasm inside her but the condom would not permit that – it was sufficient that she had the force of him and the gift he issued had been given inside her. They remained locked together like two pieces of some tightly arranged puzzle until he finally relented and slipped from her.

With the gag in her mouth it was hard to laugh but she felt the joy inside her creeping through her whole body. He collapsed alongside her and she pleaded lightly – for relief from her awkward position, it was uncomfortable and they both felt the urgent need for release. She was delighted at that moment that he knew how to tie! The knots slipped quickly and she was able to release her legs. Then he set her hands free and she rubbed her wrists. He removed the hood and gag and there was the cooler air she craved. She was panting and ruby red in the cheeks. They were laughing and joking and smiling.

“Bastard!” she proposed.
He raised her leg and tanned her buttocks,
She rolled on her front and lay there breathing hard.

Together but apart

With the blindfold still on she felt somehow separated from him and she wanted to see his face. She reached around to untie it. He held her fingers and prevented it. Pressing her against the bed he climbed on her from behind and began to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders. It was so tender, the weight of his body on hers and his still-hard cock gently between her buttocks. He kissed her softly and slowly and individually like a returning lover, checking his possession, his prize. It felt so beautiful and gentle and cool. She felt violated and yet possessed. Humbled yet owned. Taken yet wanted. He continued for what seemed like ages – gently kissing every inch of her shoulders, her back, her buttocks, her thighs. He licked and rubbed her feet and she giggled.

They lay next to each other in silence for a period of time and he held her hand. They were completely together as if somehow welded by perspiration and conjugation. She had never felt so possessed. He had not harmed her. There was no pain. There was no threat of pain. And yet she knew that shortly, they would part and she would feel a surge of emptiness. Their lives separate and yet fused together in this private tryst of loving exploration and submission.

Pain without blood or fear

He rolled from the bed and disappeared to the shower. She lay listening to the water running and heard him return. She sat up and undid the blindfold. The room was almost dark. He was quickly dressed, coat, wallet, phone…gone. He said nothing. She sat upright with nothing on her body but the scent of scent of him.

She felt a need to be recognized as his or something to help her know he cared. This was a pain. A new pain of longing and it was to be with her until next they met. Was she somehow addicted now? Was she on submission heroin? She had an ego – she knew she was in love with herself before but now there was someone else in her life. She was definitely in love with Amelia. She was in love with being The Captain’s subject.

A proven trust

Her phone beeped and she pulled herself off the bed to grab it. It was a picture. A picture of no one she recognized – hooded, wrapped in scarlet ribbon, tied in a wide pose clearly open and completely captive. A message: this is deleted from my phone. I just wanted you to see the beauty you have created. Enjoy it and delete it too if you wish. He kept his promise. She knew she could trust him. He just would not break his word. She sat in the darkened room and looked at the gorgeous red satin-tied figure – could this ever, possibly be her? It was a truly amazing revelation. She was owned by someone who would never, ever hurt her physically but knew the force of possession and ownership. She pressed delete and lay back staring at the ceiling.







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