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A Comment from Marquesa: _____________________________________________________________________________<\/p>\n The drive home was, as it always is, boring.\u00a0 I drive fifteen miles to work, then fifteen miles home, day in and day out.\u00a0 Normally my mind is on autopilot while the car drives itself.\u00a0 This night was different, however.\u00a0 Friday night, I had just sent my wife and son on a two week visit to her sister\u2019s house.\u00a0 So now I had no reason to hurry home. <\/p>\n All of a sudden I was jolted out of my daze by the sight of a new GMC Acadia on the side of the freeway, emergency flashers on and a very shapely female standing alongside.\u00a0 I quickly pulled off the highway onto the shoulder, and then walked up to the SUV to see if I could lend any assistance.\u00a0 I\u2019ve been a GM dealer technician for over fifteen years, so I figured I could help her out.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat seems to be the problem,\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n She looked up at me hesitantly, as if I would bite when She responded, \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u00a0 The engine just stopped running.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked closely at her.\u00a0 She was in her late twenties, with gorgeous red hair and a perfect figure in a tailored business suit.\u00a0 If that wasn\u2019t enough, when She spoke She had an Irish accent that made me melt, except that there was one part of me that was definitely not melting.\u00a0 I knew right then and there that I would help this woman if I had to pick this SUV up and carry it on my back off the highway.\u00a0 I told her to pop the hood and I would take a look and see what I could do.\u00a0 I looked under the hood, praying that I could find something, anything, that would make me look good in front of this woman.<\/p>\n The main engine control computer on an Acadia is under the hood, so I looked at that first.\u00a0 Now, this computer has four large electrical connectors going into it, all with locking clips to make sure they don\u2019t come loose from vibration.\u00a0 The strangest thing was that all four connectors were loose.\u00a0 No, they weren\u2019t just loose, all four were unplugged and laying on the fender well.<\/p>\n Normally this would really make me wonder what was going on, my cynical mind would know that there was tampering present and something was definitely wrong.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t think any of these things.\u00a0 Call me stupid, but you weren\u2019t there smelling her perfume that floated around my head like some exotic floral garden.\u00a0 You didn\u2019t hear that lilting Irish accent speaking to me and telling me how grateful She would be if I could fix her vehicle.<\/p>\n I reached in, plugged in the connectors, and told her to try starting it.\u00a0 The engine fired right up. \u00a0She gave a squeal of delight, jumped out of the truck and hugged me.<\/p>\n At that point I didn\u2019t care if a semi came along and crushed me on the highway, as long as I could smell that perfume as I died.\u00a0 I was hooked, She knew it, and the dance began.<\/p>\n She tried to give me money; I refused and told her that it was my pleasure. \u00a0She said that her name was Julie.\u00a0 I introduced myself and pleasantries were exchanged. \u00a0She then insisted that I, at least, come to her house to let her get me something to drink. \u00a0She commanded me to follow her home.\u00a0 I was so entranced that would have followed her to the gates of Hell.\u00a0 Funny thing is, that is exactly what I ended up doing.<\/p>\n We drove for about a half an hour, She signaled, exited the freeway, and headed down some dark country road.\u00a0 We got to her property which consisted of a large main house, a barn, and several out buildings in various states of repair. \u00a0She told me to park in the barn, which would seem strange under normal circumstances, but friends, this day was going to be about as far from normal as you could go.<\/p>\n We entered the house. \u00a0She bade me to sit in a large overstuffed chair in the living room. \u00a0She went to the kitchen and returned with two tall glasses of iced tea.\u00a0 Handing me one glass, She said She was going to slip into something more comfortable.\u00a0 That line scared me enough to start looking around the room for hidden cameras.\u00a0 Convinced that Allen Funt was not going to surprise me this night, I sat back in the chair and drank all the iced tea.<\/p>\n After a few minutes She had still not returned and had me wondering what had happened.\u00a0 But for some reason I felt unusually relaxed and sat waiting patiently.\u00a0 I heard heels clicking on the wooden floors and looked up as She entered the room.\u00a0 Then I rubbed my eyes and looked again.<\/p>\n The business attire was gone.\u00a0 What replaced it scared me. \u00a0She had let her very sexy red hair down from the business \u2018do.\u2019 It now cascaded off her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. \u00a0She had on extreme makeup, fingernails painted a fire red that matched her glorious hair, a black leather corset, black fishnet stockings, and black stiletto pumps; very erotic indeed!\u00a0 This I could deal with.\u00a0 The large dildo She wore, combined with the restraints that dangled from her hands, I couldn\u2019t deal with.<\/p>\n I stammered that it was getting late and I had to go. \u00a0She didn\u2019t make any move to stop me, but as I tried to rise, I knew why.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t get out of the chair.\u00a0 It felt as if all of the strength had been drained from my body.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did you do to me?\u201d\u00a0 I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s just the effects of the drug in your tea.\u201d \u00a0She replied.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy did you drug me and what is going to happen?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe drug in your tea was a fast acting short term hypnotic that will make you more agreeable to my suggestions and won\u2019t hurt you at all.\u201d\u00a0 She responded.<\/p>\n \u201cThis won\u2019t work on me.\u201d\u00a0 I insisted.<\/p>\n She walked over to the chair, put one hand on each arm of the chair and leaned close to my face.\u00a0 \u201cShut up and listen to me.\u201d\u00a0 She commanded.\u00a0 She told me to look into one of her eyes, not both.\u00a0 As close as She was, I had no choice.\u00a0 She then began to speak in gentle soothing tones, telling me what to feel.<\/p>\n As I gazed into that eye the pupil seemed to grow larger and larger, like some intergalactic black hole that sucks everything, allowing nothing to escape.<\/p>\n Soon, I stood up, removed all of my clothes, then raised my hands and allowed her to shackle me.\u00a0 In a complete daze I allowed her to lead me down to the basement, realizing that black holes can exist on earth and, like their galactic counterparts, there would be no escape.<\/p>\n She led me down a flight of steps to a cool basement.\u00a0 The room was dark but there were several medieval looking devices that were illuminated by overhead spot lights.\u00a0 If She was trying to scare me, it was working!<\/p>\n She said, \u201cLet\u2019s get you into position before the drug wears off completely.\u201d<\/p>\n I was led to the end of what looked like a large table, except that it was taller than a normal table, and it sloped down about a foot from the end where I stood.\u00a0 At the far end of the table was a large mirror.\u00a0 I guess She wanted me to be able to see what was going to happen to me.\u00a0 My red headed Captor walked behind me and pushed me forward so I lay flat on my stomach with my feet on the floor, bent over this table.\u00a0 She then spread my legs about three feet apart, even with the legs of the table.\u00a0 I felt restraints being attached to my ankles.\u00a0 I watched Her walk around the other end of the table till She was facing me.\u00a0 She grabbed my manacled hands and started pulling.<\/p>\n This was the strongest woman I\u2019ve ever met.\u00a0 I thought my arms were going to come loose at the shoulders.\u00a0 I stood up on the tips of my toes to keep from losing my arms from the stretching I was getting.\u00a0 When She was satisfied that I could stretch no further, She attached the restraints around my hands to a chain at the end of the table.\u00a0 While She was doing this I was very calf from the effects of the drug She had given me.\u00a0 Now the drug had worn off and the realization of my predicament began to sink in.\u00a0 Here I was, helpless, with no one knowing where I was.\u00a0 Newspaper headlines about someone finding an abused body lying dead on the side of the road began to flash through my mind.\u00a0 I began to shale with fear.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter baby?\u201d She asked.\u00a0 \u201cIs the big strong man afraid?\u201d<\/p>\n There was no point in lying, \u201cYes,\u201d I admitted, \u201cI\u2019m frightened out of my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood!\u201d\u00a0 She said.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s the effect I\u2019m trying for. Don\u2019t worry,\u201d She said, \u201cI\u2019m not going to hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not!\u201d\u00a0 I asked in amazement.<\/p>\n Then She laughed and said, \u201cSorry baby, just a little lie.\u00a0 I am going to hurt you because I know that\u2019s what you really want.\u201d\u00a0 She then picked up a ridding crop, leaned over and kissed my ear, while whispering, \u201cLet\u2019s get started.\u201d<\/p>\n All of a sudden I felt a burning pain in my ear.\u00a0 She had bitten me.\u00a0 As She walked behind me, any hopes that She was leaving were dashed when the crop started raining blows on my ass.\u00a0 The pain was unbelievable, three, four, five times She cracked that crop on my ass.<\/p>\n \u201cNow that I have your attention,\u201d She said, \u201chere are the rules:\u00a0 Each time I do anything to you, I expect you to thank Me, and not just the words, I want to hear you sound genuinely grateful.\u00a0 Now let\u2019s see how well you learn.\u201d<\/p>\n I heard the crop whistle through the air before it exploded on my ass.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t think anything could hurt worse.\u00a0 \u201cThank you.\u201d I mumbled.\u00a0 BIG mistake!\u00a0 I heard the whistle, then felt the crop hit me again even harder than before.<\/p>\n \u201cI want you to MEAN it.\u201d She screamed!<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d\u00a0 I said with all the emotion O could muster at this point.\u00a0 That wasn\u2019t enough, first the whistle then the pain.<\/p>\n \u201cYou will address me as Mistress at all times.\u201d She screamed.\u00a0 \u201cIs that clear?\u201d<\/p>\n Broken and beaten, I spoke contritely, \u201cThat is clear Mistress, thank You for the punishment.\u201d<\/p>\n Finally She seemed satisfied.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s better.\u201d She said.\u00a0 \u201cNow let\u2019s see how much you can take.\u201d<\/p>\n I lost count of the number of times that crop hit me or how many times I thanked he for administering such pain.<\/p>\n Finally She stopped, winded, \u201cThat looks good and red now.\u00a0 How does it feel?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt hurts badly, Mistress.\u201d was my reply.<\/p>\n \u201cPoor baby,\u201d\u00a0 She cooed, \u201clet me get some ice for you.\u201d<\/p>\n She then began to rub ice on my burning ass, soothing the pain.\u00a0 I began to relax.<\/p>\n Soon, although I never thought it possible, my ass felt like it was going to freeze and I began to shiver with the cold.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy are you shivering?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m very cold Mistress,\u201d was my reply.\u00a0 Would I ever learn?<\/p>\n She said, \u201cLet\u2019s find something to warm you up.\u201d<\/p>\n I watched as She walked over to a rack on the wall and began to go through a selection of whips that She had hanging there.\u00a0 She selected not one but two black whips, each about twenty four inches long and each with about ten or twelve strands hanging from the handle.\u00a0 As She walked behind me, I began to steel myself in preparation for the punishment to come.\u00a0 She started slowly and lightly.\u00a0 She alternated the whips on my ass.\u00a0 Building speed and intensity this woman was making those whips fly in a manner reminiscent of an old Bruce Lee nunchuk scene in a bad karate movie.\u00a0 With each blow I said, \u201cThank You Mistress, thank You Mistress.\u201d\u00a0 The pain was so great that my mind began to separate from my body ion sheer self defense.\u00a0 Sensing this, She stopped, reached over and sank those bright red fingernails into my nipples so hard that I thought She would tear them off.\u00a0 Needless to say this brought me back to the here and now.<\/p>\n She lay across my back and once again whispered in my ear, \u201cSince you are doing so well, I have something else for you.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt something hitting my ass cheek, and with a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach, I remembered the strap on dildo She wore.\u00a0 I could hear something being squeezed out of a container of some sort, watched in the mirror as She rubbed lubricant on the dildo.\u00a0 Then I felt this intruder pressing on the entrance to my ass.\u00a0 Like a fool, I resisted, which pissed Her off.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m using a small one and plenty of lube so I don\u2019t tear your virgin ass,\u201d She hissed, \u201cbut if you want a dry large one I can oblige you.\u201d<\/p>\n I knew that resistance was futile, so I humbly apologized and told Her to continue that I would not resist.\u00a0 Her mood brightened.<\/p>\n She smiled and said, \u201cGood, let\u2019s begin.\u201d\u00a0 She leaned over my back and much to my great fear, once again whispered in my ear that She would not hurt me.\u00a0 Then those claw-like fingernails clamped down on my nipples.\u00a0 I arched my back in pain, and then she drove the dildo home in one thrust.<\/p>\n The crops and whips were but a subtle preamble to the pain from the ass fucking I was receiving.\u00a0 I felt as if a sword were piercing my body each time She thrust in and out.\u00a0 Her hands were on my hips, while She was thrusting harder, deeper, faster.\u00a0 The intensity was unbearable.\u00a0 Her own passion, built to fever pitch by the cropping and the whipping She administered was now fueling this onslaught of my ass.\u00a0 I watched in the mirror as She neared orgasm, head thrown back, Her moans filling the air.<\/p>\n All through this ordeal I had run the gamut of emotions and feelings.\u00a0 Pain, rage, fear, anger, nausea, had all crossed through my mind and body as She abused me.\u00a0 But now there was a new feeling starting to build, I wasn\u2019t quite sure what it was.<\/p>\n Suddenly, to my horror, I realized what this new emotion was\u2026 Pleasure!\u00a0 I never had any type of submissive sexual tendencies, no attractions, no fantasies, no embarrassing dreams.\u00a0 But as this woman worked me over for all I was worth, my body and mind began to respond with waves of pleasure each time She drove in and out.\u00a0 She was sharp, She sensed my emotions immediately.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you have to say now, slave?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank You, Mistress.\u201d was my response.<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u00a0 What do you really have to say?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t want to say it, didn\u2019t want to think it, and didn\u2019t want to believe it.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t have a choice!\u00a0 \u201cFuck me Mistress, oh please, please fuck me as hard as You can.\u201d<\/p>\n Hearing me admit to what She knew all along sent Her over the edge.\u00a0 She threw her head back and screamed like some wild animal as She buried that dildo into my ass harder than ever.\u00a0 Finally, her passion spent, She collapsed on top of me on the table.\u00a0 Both of us slept from the total exhaustion from our session.<\/p>\n The whole weekend was spent like this.\u00a0 Whippings, croppings, canings, paddlings, and most of all, fuckings.\u00a0 Each time She used a larger dildo till I felt I could shit a bowling ball without it touching my ass.\u00a0 Finally, on Sunday (I think) night, She put a straw between my lips and instructed me to drink.\u00a0 Then She leaned in close and the black hole sucked me in again.<\/p>\n The car horn woke me.\u00a0 I sat up, realized I was in my car and that I had leaned on the horn pad with my face.\u00a0 It was dark out and my watch said it was, indeed, Sunday and almost midnight.\u00a0 I then realized that my ass felt like I was sitting on a box of nails,\u00a0 I stepped out of my car to check for nails on the seat, then the memory of the previous days flooded over me.\u00a0 I almost fell down from the intensity of this memory.\u00a0 I felt ashamed.\u00a0 I swore to myself that I would never stray from the beaten path of conventional sex.\u00a0 No bdsm pics on the internet, no perverse avi files, no graphic jpg\u2019s.\u00a0 Mr.ing would be my new name.\u00a0 Never again, never again, never again would I do anything out of the ordinary.<\/p>\n I still use the same freeway where I first 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\n“The following story includes a method of subjugation that I, personally and professionally, find unethical and unnecessary.
\nThat being the administration of hypnotically active drugs to dominate and control an \u201cunwary victim.\u201d
\nHowever:\u00a0 What you are about to read is the product of the author’s mind and is integral to the plot of the author’s fictional story.
\nI have done nothing to alter the story, in that respect.”<\/strong><\/p>\n