Mystic Stardust
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Surrender, part 1
surrenderpt1.txt
BDSM 
f/m, d/s, bondage, anal, domination


"Miss?" he asked, quietly.

I turned over onto my back and looked up. "Yes?"

He sighed, being careful with his words. "When are you going to release me?" 

I had waited so long to try out my new thing on him. Recently, I had installed four hooks on the wall, each to be used to attach whatever I wished to. I 
wondered why I hadn’t done so before. This was perfect for pleasure and punishment. 

"Not until I believe that you are ready," I said, firmly. "You see, I think you should learn to follow my rules. Remember what I instructed you NOT to do 
this week?"

He was quiet. 

I was getting impatient. "Answer me!" I yelled. 

"You told me not to masturbate," he sheepishly said.

"Indeed," I told him. "Now, just be quiet."

He sighed a bit and grew silent. I watched him. I enjoyed the fact that he couldn’t see me, since I sometimes couldn’t help myself from grinning. I found 
nothing more adorable than a man that was completely helpless. I had him blindfolded and locked him in the leather restraints attached to the wall hooks 
while he stood. The red marks on his shins, thighs, and arms were proof of punishment from his previous disobedience. 

I got up from the floor and stood beside him. I ran my hands over his stomach, lightly scratching him, causing him to gasp. "Shhhh," I said, starting to 
whisper. "You didn’t listen to me. The thing that you don’t realize is that I need to keep you under my control and trust you to follow my instructions 
when I am not with you. If I can’t trust you, what else can I do? Now, this is the first time you haven’t obeyed me, and I know what I have done may seem 
a bit intense, but it really wasn’t much. This is a warning. The next time you disobey, it will be worse. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," he said, shakily.

"Good." I answered, removing his restraints. "Now, I’m going to try something with you. I need to get you prepared for this, since I have to restrain you 
again. Lie on the floor."

Without a word, he did so. He was still blindfolded. I began to massage his body, since being tied to the wall isn’t exactly very comfortable, and I 
noticed that his muscles were a little taut. I had to remain calm, for what I was about to do was an idea that I had, and I have never tried it before. I 
was very excited about it. But I didn’t want him to know that.

"Now, be a dear and get up on your knees, then rest back on your heels," I instructed. "Also, put your hands behind your back."
He started to get into this position as I reached into the bottom drawer of my dresser. I pulled out a tube of lubricant, my adjustable vibrator, and a 
few strips of cloth that I had cut from a white sheet. I discovered these to be very practical for tying, gagging, and blindfolding. 

"Now," I said, "Can you stay in this position?"

"I can, and will, Miss." he said.

"Good," I said, taking hold of his wrists. I tied them together with one of the strips. Then I grinned. I held in my excitement and slowly ran my fingers 
up his back and to his neck. I gently kissed his neck and bit his ear. "What are you thinking?"

He almost never answered this question. Sometimes, I would get severely frustrated and would hurt him because he refused to answer me. "I don’t know." he 
said.

"Yes, you do. You’re obviously thinking something. Just tell me."

He was silent.

I was getting impatient again. "Tell me."

More silence.

With a quick movement, I grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his head back. I ripped off his blindfold and looked directly into his eyes. "Now," I said, 
firmly, "You have to tell me. You belong to me. Therefore, your thoughts belong to me."

He was wincing and breathing heavily, since I had a strong hold of his hair. He finally spoke. "It’s just my curiosities, like usual!" 

I loosened my grip. "Go on."

"I couldn’t see what you brought out of the drawer," he said, "So I’m wondering what it is. I want to know what you’re going to do to me with whatever it 
is."

I tightened my grip on his hair, and he winced again. "Oh," I said, condescendingly. "Well, I won’t tell you, but I can show you."

He seemed a bit anxious. "Please tell me, Miss."

I used my free hand to grab the vibrator and turned it on low. "Do you want me to show you?" I asked. 

He was silent, and I pulled harder on his hair. I placed the edge of the vibrator on his lower back, grazing over his flesh. He moaned. I smiled. "Now 
do you want me to show you?" I asked.

He then said, "Please, Miss. Show me."

"Oh," I said. "Now you want me to. Well, since you were so reluctant earlier, I’m not sure." 

I turned the vibrator up higher. He moaned again. "Oh....please....Miss....please....."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss, please....I want you to show me."

"Well," I said, "Alright. But I’ll save this for later." I turned off the vibrator and let go of his hair. 

I then grabbed the tube of lube and squeezed a small amount of it into my hand. It was warming lube, which would heat up when blown on. I wondered what 
effect this would have on him. I ran my other hand over his back, down to his lower back, and caressed his ass. "Spread your knees apart a bit," I asked. 
"I need you to spread your cheeks apart a bit."

He did as I asked. I gave him a small pat on the ass. "Good boy," I said, gently rubbing the lube with my fingers over his asshole. He sighed quite a bit. 
I then moved down and blew on it. He let out another moan; a moan of surprise. 

"Do you like that?" I asked, starting to gently rub my index finger over his asshole in a circular motion.
He nodded.

I smiled and shook my head. "Naughty boy," I said, using my other hand to give him a small smack on the ass.
I continued my circular motion, and then started to push on the opening, without entering. I did this in a slow rhythmic motion, then making the speed 
faster with each push. I listened to him sigh, moan, and wince with each push. Then, I slightly stuck my finger in, going in gently, continuing the 
motion. He shifted a bit, but I grabbed him with my free hand, and said, "Calm down. We’re just getting started."

I took hold of the vibrator again and turned it on. It hummed gently. I replaced my finger with the vibrator and teased him by just barely touching the 
rim. I then moved my hand up to his shoulder to reassure him and started pushing the vibrator in his ass. He gasped loudly. I gently pumped it in the 
same rhythm as I did with my fingers, and listened to more of him low moans, amplifying with every movement of the vibrator. 

"Do you like this?" I asked.

He continued to moan.

"I know you do, you slut," I said. "And you wanted it all along."

I moved my hand down and around his stomach to take hold of his cock. I stroked it in rhythm with the pumping of the vibrator. The noises that he was 
making were unearthly. "Come on, boy," I said. "I want you to cum for me. You know you have to. Don’t disappoint me again."

I stopped moving the vibrator, knowing that it was right on the g-spot. He then moaned one last time, sounding like a half-scream, half-shout. I felt 
him cum into my hand, and I slowly pulled the vibrator out. He was breathing heavily, still in position, but relaxed. I took my hand and rubbed his cum 
into my skin on my chest. I smiled, knowing I had succeeded.

I decided to talk to him as I started untying him. "So, I hope you’re happy. I still gave you pleasure after you disobeyed me. But, we’re not done yet, 
of course."

Once his wrists were free, I guided him to the floor, where we stretched out. He yawned. I frowned. He looked surprised. "Did I do something wrong, 
Miss?" he asked.

"You won’t be sleeping." I said. "My needs aren’t met yet."

------To be continued-----