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The Housekeeper part 2 Gina's Dream
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The Housekeeper
by Andreas Mann
Chapter Two:
Gina?s Dream
There are times
when reality
becomes so intense
that it appears
as in a dream
He is sitting across the coffee table from me. His gray blue eyes are looking
at me. No, not at me but through me. I feel them pierce to my spine. I
shiver. My pussy tingles and begins to get wet. He is staring right through
me, seeing all my faults, all my sins, and all my fears. I cannot escape his
look. And I don?t want to. I want him to see me and take me.
His eyes begin to glimmer with tiny sparks of electric blue. I stare back. But
unlike my Master?s stare, mine is open and waiting. I want him to look through
me. I shiver again. A delicious wet pussy shiver, followed by an erotic buzz
that rises from my cunt up through my abdomen to chest and head. I feel dizzy.
Still, I won?t avert my eyes. I want him to pierce me. Nail me to his cross.
Hold me in perfect one-pointed psychic bondage. His eyes are like steel. They
appear cold and strict, but in the electric glimmer there is warmth and
forgiving.
"A penny for your thoughts," he says with a smile.
I clear my throat.
"I was just thinking how exciting it is for me, and scary at the same time. To
be sitting here with you in this room. It's a great room. You've created such
atmosphere and warmth."
"Finish your drink," he says.
I raise my glass and drink, peering over the rim to observe him in the candlelit
darkness. His eyes appear smiling now. I watch him rise from the bed and
approach. He stops at my side. I feel the warmth of his body and his breath on
my naked skin. Then his hand reaches around and firmly and gently pulls my left
wrist into position.
?Put your glass down, Gina,? he says in a deep calm voice.
?Yes, Sir.?
My right wrist is gently placed together with the left one. Two fur lined
restraints are wrapped around each. I watch as he feeds a small brass lock
between their rings. Click!
?Owned,? he states, as if to himself. ?This time I am locking you in place. Do
you understand the significance, Gina??
?Yes, Sir. I?m beginning to...?
?I own you now, Gina. You ARE my slave. Tomorrow, I may well present you with
a contract; a list of the rights you are giving up to become my slave. My
rules. But tonight, I think you need initiating further. I think you deserve
it. You are going to be such a good slave, aren?t you, Gina??
?Yes, Sir. I want to be obedient and please you.?
?You will, Gina. You will. I give you no choice in the matter.?
His hands grasp my upper arms and he lifts me from the soft cushion. With one
hand holding the lock between my wrists, he guides me around the bed and across
the room into the darkness.
?Stand perfectly still,? he says crisply, enunciating each vowel.
I stand in the darkness with my hands locked in front of me, waiting. I hear a
click and slowly I see red and blue light filter into the black. Before me
stands a beautiful leather covered spanking horse. My Master approaches from
behind. I sense his body first. My back tingles with uncertainty... Suddenly
my bottom explodes into fiery red heat. The smack of his bare hand makes me
straighten up and stretch for the ceiling. Then another follows, and another.
?Mmmm,? he croons, ?yes, that?s it, Gina. You are going to be very obedient,
aren?t you??
?Yes, Sir, I AM. I want to please you, Sir.?
I feel his hand on my wrists. He pulls me toward the spanking horse, stops, and
nudges me forward until the top of my thighs touch the cool leather padded top.
I see him squat down and wrap fur-lined restraints around my ankles. He
attaches them to rings on the left and right. As he pulls my legs apart my
pussy opens and I feel the cool air invading. My pussy is wet and swollen and
tingling.
He unlocks my wrists. His hand touches my back and he pushes me over the top of
the spanking horse. The soft, cool leather on my abdomen sends a shockwave to
my fingers and toes. My hands encounter the same soft, cool leather on the
narrow lower bench. He comes around in front and clips each wrist to a ring
mounted in the lower level. He runs his fingers through my hair and stands for
a moment before disappearing behind me, again.
?Are you completely comfortable, Gina??
?Yes, Master. Very comfortable. Thank you, Sir.?
The leather top of the spanking horse is well padded and set at an angle that
causes my bottom to stick up and out. I am stretched completely and cannot move
a muscle. I am naked too, except for the restraints and my new slave collar.
My pussy is open and wet. I can feel the cool breeze invading again.
?Very good,? he says drily.
I hear him step away and pull something from the wall of whips. His hand
caresses my cheeks and thighs. I wish he would feel my pussy. I am so wet and
horny. My cunt moans. Then I feel his fingertips pass over my wet crack, and a
wild thrill starts to rise and course through me. His fingers pass all too
suddenly. I sigh.
?All in good time, little slave,? he says. His voice is deep and aristocratic.
?You have much to learn, but you have made a good beginning.? He comes close
and speaks directly into my ear, as if talking to an unknown creature, a soul in
bondage. I swoon. My thighs tremble. He passes his hand gently across my
buttocks and down each thigh. ?There, there, my beautiful little slave. All in
good time... First you must learn what it means to serve me...? I hear the
hiss of the crop sweeping through the air, and the shock of the sharp, fiery
slash on my bottom shatters all thought and sends me into the arms of feeling.
My head jerks. Can?t help it. He grasps my hair and pushes my head back down.
?Only the beginning, little one. Bear it for me. Learn.? I am swept into the
afterglow. Just as I am beginning to float, his crop strikes again. ?Gently,
little one.? Then I feel the cool softness of rabbit fur, caressing and
soothing my burning welts. ?There, there... Let it happen... Don?t resist.? I
tumble and swoon, only to be awakened by the terrifying sting of my Master?s
leather crop once more.
?I am going to mark you, Gina. I trust you will understand my intention??
?Yes, Master. Thank you for allowing me serve you, Sir.?
?Yes, Gina. You?re a bright girl. That?s it, exactly. I am going to mark you
so that you?ll remember that you ARE indeed my servant and slave.? He draws out
the last word until it reverberates deep inside me. His crop slashes into my
bottom, sending waves of hot pain everywhere. They peak into jagged edges and
travel so quickly to my brain that my head flops sideways and my arms and legs
go limp. I feel the soft, cool brush of the rabbit fur again, and begin
moaning. I hear him encouraging me; giving me his blessings for my journey
inside. I float off into a languid, clear space.
I glimpse a flash and return to my Master . He is lighting a cigarette.
Quietly, gently, I return to where my body is bound and captured, strung across
the spanking horse like a slave in classical times. I feel naked and owned.
The shadow of his body passes over me. He is standing before me holding a heavy
flogging whip.
?You know what this is, don?t you??
?Yes, Master. I do.?
He raises the whip to my face and I study the thick heavy strips and smell the
pungent aroma of tanned leather. I kiss my Master?s whip. He smiles. My cunt
thrills again and my heart moves. I am so happy to please him. I hope he will
keep me and never let me free.
The whip comes down on my bare bottom. At the moment of pain he speaks: ?You
are marked, slave. You cannot see, but your pretty derriere has deep, red
welts. A criss-cross pattern. Pretty. And meaningful too!? He passes behind
me and kneels down to inspect his handiwork, feeling my bottom with his fingers
and passing them over my hot, wet slit.
?Look how wet you are, slave,? he says derisively. I push my bottom out,
straining for his touch. I yearn. Groan. Wish. ?Yes, Gina,? he says, and
suddenly I feel his beautiful, strong fingers slide into my wetness. I gasp.
Waves of approaching orgasm pulse through my body. I can see the molecules and
atoms of my desire. ?Yes, Gina, but not yet, my little hot slut. There is much
to learn.? A tremor passes out of my pussy and into my thighs. I can?t help
it. My Master is doing his will. He slides his fingers inside me and teases my
g-spot with many light touches, then slips out and plays with my clit. I moan
and lick my lips.
?Oh, Master, please, please...? I plead. My mouth falls open and spittle drools
onto the warmed leather, causing it to release more of its magic aroma.
I am swooning once more. I become ecstasy. Drift and roll and begin to take
off again, pushing my cunt onto his skilled fingers. He sinks them deep within
me and slides the soft flesh of his thumb onto my pouting clit.
?You are a very special slavegirl, Gina,? he whispers into my bliss. ?I am very
pleased with you. But you must still learn tonight what it means to serve and
suffer...? he says in a deep dulcet voice.
Suddenly his fingers are gone. I open my eyes and gasp at the loss. I try to
see where he is, but cannot. I blink and try to take in more of the dimly lit
room. I feel abandoned and lost. Unexpectedly fearful. Then I hear his breath
behind me. He is with me again. I feel his black jeans press firmly and coolly
against my flaming bottom, and then the cold of his silver belt buckle as he
leans over me and lies himself on top of my naked form. He leans heavy and
brings his head over my ear and hisses softly.
?You have only just begun to submit, Gina. Do you hear me??
The inside of my thighs begin to tremble again. ?Yes, Master,? I whisper. I
push my flamed bottom into his groin and feel the hardness of his cock swelling
to meet me. Then the bite of his teeth on my ear and his tongue running down my
neck. Chills and tingles and shimmering. My secret desires burst into
awareness. I swoon and groan again. He reaches out and grasps my wrists and
shackles. His hands are smooth and firm and beautiful. I yearn for them to
feel me everywhere. To do unspeakable things. To demand my surrender.
Magically, he divines my deepest hungers. I tremble before his knowing. And
like a magician, he reads every tremor and uncovers my lustfilled soul. I have
been discovered, caught, captured. His hands continue: up my arms, around my
neck, my shoulders, my breasts, between my legs. Oh, how they tremble for my
Master! He has charted my submission and conquered my flesh and soul. ?I am
going to own every part of you,? he murmurs, as he rises up and disappears.
I listen intently as he walks away.
?Tomorrow, you will be given a list of duties...? he says from a distance in a
nonchalant, matter-of-fact tone. I hear him playing with a whip. He comes
close and flashes it above my body. I feel the breeze; the coolness before the
fire. My body allows a tremor of anticipation.
?Tomorrow you begin a new life. You will not escape my service, little slave.?
He enunciates the last word until this single syllable breaks off and enters my
body like a sentence.
I begin to tremble uncontrollably. I feel the cool breeze from his whip
slashing the air above me. My back tingles in expectation; cringes and yearns.
Fear and lust entwined. And then the fire: the shocking blaze of my Master?s
whip. At first, it cuts into my skin as sharp as ice, then sends micro-waves of
fire scattering across my back and shoulders. I draw my breath. His whip lands
again, cutting into my softness, spreading across my back until every part has
been lashed into blessedness. My breath is short and fast. I am pouting on the
edge of delirium. I wish. I yearn. I groan. He moves sideways and I feel the
ice and fire on my bottom and legs... Numberless waves of excrutiating pain and
exquisite pleasure coursing up through me.
?I am marking you, Gina. You will never escape, do you hear??
?Yes, Master... Thank you, Master.?
?You will never escape... I own you now...?
His whip moves freely over my body, hitting spots already tender from the first
strikes. My beatitude unfolds like a succulent wild flower, innocent and yet
filled with lust. My breathing becomes slow and graceful. I am floating again.
I am his. In this moment and forever. He has bound me and broken me open. I
am in bliss. How long I have waited for him. I float off into a reverie.
Disappear into heaven, into the celestial union, somewhere far beyond the
conflicts and uncertainties of my usual existence.
As I return, I realize my Master has stopped whipping me. My eyes focus in the
half light and I see him moving like a black panther to stand in front of me. I
raise my head to look at him. He places his hands on either side of his groin
and smooths his black jeans for me to see his cock. It lies at an angle, huge
and tumescent. I long to see it. I wonder if it is as handsome as the rest of
him. I?m sure it is. I am sure my Master is handsome all through. I am
falling inescapably under his spell.
I watch as he raises three fingers, and makes a circle with his index finger and
thumb. A mystical sign. He smiles and begins to pop open the metal buttons of
his blackness, one by one. When they are all open, he places the back of his
hand to my lips. I pout and quiver and unleash a flood of wet, lustful kisses.
Little emblems of my submission. He smiles and sways his hips in front of me
like a cobra before the kill. With a deliciously slow movement, he begins
undoing his silver buckled belt, twists the top button of his jeans open and
slides them down, to reveal the large, shiny head of his cock. It is huge and
beautiful and perfectly symmetrical. I begin to see the shaft: long and
handsome, with veins sticking out like a map of his desire for me. He steps
closer and my mouth opens to greet his gift.
?Worship,? he whispers, placing the swollen head to my wet lips. I kiss his
penis devoutly. I want it in my mouth. I want it in my cunt. I want him to
take me. He slides the hot head inside my mouth. It fills me completely. It
is so big and full and hot. My pussy trembles and tingles and drips with
wetness. He pushes into the back of my mouth and I take as much of the shaft as
I can.
?Good slave,? he says. ?Sweet slut... You are a very lucky slave... Suck...?
I feel his cock pulse and grow and throb. He pushes the head to the back of my
throat again and I manage not to choke or gag. It throbs against my throat.
His hands begin to caress my face. He groans and hums. I am so happy to please
him. He exhales a long sigh and slowly withdraws. My mouth is left open and
wanting... I try to look up at him and he places his hand on my head and gently
pushes my face down, smoothing my cheek as he passes behind me again. There is
a silence, but it is as if before a storm. My pussy quivers and drips juice.
My bottom is sticking up and begging for attention. Will he beat me or fuck me?
Either would show me he wants me. My pussy yearns to be filled and used. I am
such a slut. I don?t care what he does as long as he uses me. I ache to be
used. Just the thought sends waves of scintillation running through me.
?I do not seek your permission,? he says coolly. ?I will do what I want, when I
want. Do you understand??
?Yes, Master, I do... ?
?You are mine and I will do what I please...?
?Thank you, Master...?
He leans over and attaches a leash to my collar, rises back and pulls my neck
like a horse. I feel his hand slap between my thighs. I open wider. His
fingers caress my wet cunt. He grasps my pussy hair and gathers it all into his
hand, then pulls to get my attention...
?This will go.? His voice is stern and determined. ?You will be shaved and
naked before me...?
He touches my wet cunt with the head of his cock. It is hot and hard. I feel
the tug of my leash. My pussy trembles and yearns for more.
?You will be marked and pierced...?
I am swimming on the edge of his control. My cunt quakes. I gasp. He pulls my
leash harder. I am like a mare about to be broken. My cunt is dripping juice.
And then the bliss. His huge, hot cock pushes my cunt open...
[Coming soon: Chapter 3 - In the Light of Day]
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© Copyright 1995 - Andreas Mann, Red Moon Press
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