Not So Random Stranger

He hasn't given me a single direction in what feels like an eternity. Life got in the way, for both of us. Sure, we talk, but not about our previous dynamic, our conversations going much deeper and actually taking far more time than they ever did before. All the while I've grown more than a little fond of Him as we've gotten to really know one another. Still, I miss our play sessions, though I don't expect them anymore.

Which is why I'm so surprised when, on a random Wednesday, without preamble or any form of explanation, I receive a simple instruction from Him to go to a very specific and public place, one He knows I frequent, buy my favorite coffee, and wait outside while drinking it for further directions. I am to report to Him when I am there and I have it. My heart is already racing before I even finish reading His message. I don't hesitate to respond with a yes, Master, heading out the door with my keys already in hand as I do. My mind is racing just as quickly with millions of thoughts as to what He has in store for me this time, simultaneously relieved and elated that He's back.

Deep down, I know He never left as I stand with my coffee observing everything and everyone around me. I have already sent Him the message letting Him know that I have completed the task He gave me. It shows as read, but has no response so far. Now all I can do is wait. And wait. Then wait some more.

After no communication from Him for a good while, I begin to assume that perhaps He's been sidelined by life yet again. No matter, I do understand, and maybe the entire purpose was to get me out of my head and the tasks I've been bogged down with to just enjoy being out and having a nice cup of magical bean juice. That's just as well too, though I'm mildly disappointed this interaction didn't lead where I'd hoped. I wander to the edge of the outdoor area of this fine establishment, taking in the city around me and getting lost in my thoughts.

There are people all around, but one man catches my attention. He's rather tall, very handsome, and there's an alluring confidence and grace in the way he moves. When he sees me looking at him, he smiles and nods, and I return the gesture. Then I realize he's walking directly towards me. He stops right in front of me but doesn't say anything. I'm just staring into a pair of brilliant hazel eyes in bewilderment, unsure what to say or do. So I start with a hello as he's smirking down at me in obvious amusement, feeling like the best joke in the world just flew over my head.

He breaks into a gorgeous smile as he says, "Hi, can I just..." he gestures to the trash can behind me with a crumpled bit of something in his hand. I'm instantly mortified, but I don't show it as I laugh, nod, and step aside. I'm so embarrassed that I almost don't catch it, but it niggles in my brain until I do. Wait just a minute here. That voice. I'd know that voice anywhere, at any time.

He's very much in my personal space as he steps in and tosses what he was holding in the bin, but neither of us are paying any attention to that. He's looking down into my wide blue eyes with an intensity I'd only previously been able to guess would be there in real life. "Master," I gasp out on a soft, hitching breath. I can't look away even if I wanted to. I'm in His thrall and always have been. My mind is racing frantically, trying to take every detail of Him in, my nostrils flaring as I inhale His delectable scent, my eyes only opening wider as I note the color of His hair and how soft it looks, His broad shoulders and strong, defined arms that I wish were already around me, just everything about Him. I feel like there's something I should be doing, but no matter how many times I've imagined this moment and how it could happen and play out, I'm at a loss as to what that something is. I stand rooted to the spot, certain that my sandals have begun to fuse with the concrete underneath them, completely frozen like a panicked deer in the headlights.

All this eternity of less than a solid minute, He's been staring down at me with a bemused expression, a sexy smirk on His perfectly shaped lips. That face falls off as if it was never there in a blink, His gaze growing fiercely dark, lethal. His voice drops a full octave as He leans in, His hot breath grazing my ear when He says, "Oh, my dear, stupid little slut, how I've missed playing with you." Desire, molten and heavy, immediately pools deep within me, and my overclocked brain halts without so much as a screech as I fall deep into subspace and deeper still into His beautiful eyes. I just can't stop staring into them, and they get bigger and bigger in my mind, until they're all I can see. The world around me fades away, all its sights and sounds diminishing until they're no longer discernible. I'm falling back into a very familiar place, somewhere only He and I know, and I no longer care about anything but the smooth words washing over my mind like a soft, warm summer rain in His sinfully irresistible voice and the next command He's going to give me. I'm utterly lost to all but Him.

"Two, breathe in.... and out, and one, open your eyes, wiggle your fingers and toes when you can, you're safe, come back to me nice and slow, that's right. Good girl." I come back to awareness somewhere entirely different from where I was before, feeling safe, but also so cherished and cared for. As I open my eyes, I take in the room around me. It's nice, done in shades of cream and light blue, and I realize I'm on a soft, comfy bed. The lights are muted, and the curtains are closed, so I've no idea of the time of day or night it may be. I sense His presence near me well before I feel His hand gently brushing my hair back from my face. Instinctively, I nuzzle my face into His hand, still fairly certain this is all a dream like countless times before. And like every other time, I think to myself that if this is a dream, let me never wake again so I can stay right here, with Him. I sit up, rubbing my eyes as I do, and look around. I need to see Him, to let my eyes absorb every single thing while I have the chance. I see Him sitting on the edge of the bed, His expression warm but otherwise unreadable. My mind must be working overtime in this dream, I've never seen Him in such vivid detail before, and He's so much more and better than I imagined. Some may think that not knowing what someone looks like would allow the imagination to run wild, but for me that was never so with Him. Only knowing the rough strokes, the picture in my mind has always been blurry, like looking through frosted glass. So I'm just gaping at Him like an absolute idiot, waiting to see where the dream takes me next, and nothing happens. For a while. He just sits there, allowing me to look him up and down like a woman lost in the desert may observe a mirage of an icy glass of water. Mmmm, water. I'm suddenly very thirsty, and I think huh, that's new, I've never been thirsty in a dream before.

I get up and find a bottle of water in the small fridge, realizing that this is a hotel room now that I'm looking around it more. I chug the entire bottle, feeling refreshed by it. It strikes me as a bit odd that He's said nothing more since I came to, and it makes me want to lightly bop myself upside the head like hello, is this dream broken? I smile to myself at the thought. I decide to approach Him, walking shyly across the room, unsure of everything, myself most of all. As I get closer, He stands to His full height so I'm looking up, way up, at Him. He grins down at me. "Feeling better, pet?" I nod almost imperceptibly, still feeling painfully shy, though I can't ascertain why. "Good," He says, His hands reaching out to clasp my upper arms as He pulls me into Him. I feel one of those hands slide to the small of my back, pulling me even closer, while the other goes up to the back of my neck, His fingers burying themselves in my hair, His eyes boring into mine all the way to my soul. Fuck, how does He do that? No one has ever slipped through my mask and defenses so damned easily. Not only am I in awe of it, but it's also disconcerting as hell.

It doesn't even take a few seconds for my old, familiar reactions to Him to kick in. I'm staring into His eyes, and I feel myself relax, my lips parting on a soft exhale. His eyes flick to my lips ever so briefly, and mine flutter shut as He moves in and brushes His full, soft lips against mine, the ghost of a kiss eliciting a sigh from me that's cut off when His lips crash into mine, fierce, wild, demanding, and not gentle in the slightest. His hand balls into a fistful of my hair, pulling my head further back sharply, and I moan into His mouth with the small remainder of breath He hasn't stolen. Yet. But as quickly as the kiss began, He breaks it and sets me back from Him a couple of steps. I waver unsteadily, looking up at Him, confused and aroused beyond belief already.

He steps forward and leans down, His voice silky and dangerous in my ear, "Forgetting something, slut? How should you be around someone like me?" He stands back up, looking down at me with an eyebrow arched in expectation. I try to think, my mind still reeling from that kiss. C'mon, self, we know this one, shit. How am I supposed to be around someone like Him? Deliriously happy? Yes, but also no. That's not it. Um, try again. How? Naked, yes, that was part of it. On my knees too, oh yes that's it.

He's getting impatient now, "Do I need to rip them off of you?" I quickly shake my head no and begin peeling my sundress off, kicking out of my sandals, sure He'll be unsurprised that I'm not wearing a stitch underneath. I never told Him so, but whenever He sends me out to do something, I always make sure I'm not wearing any undergarments. It's so deliciously dirty that I get an extra little thrill from it.

His eyes narrow for a split second as He registers my lack of underwear, a devilish smile forming as I sink to my knees in front of Him, lowering my eyes respectfully and waiting. I'm already trembling slightly, my whole being wrapped around one thought only: pleasing Him. "Look at me, pet." I bring my tremulous gaze up to meet His, His height towering over me down here, making me feel small and helpless, at His mercy, where I love to be most. His hand shoots down, grasping me by the jaw and holding me tightly as he lifts my face up farther. "I said fucking look at me, you filthy little whore!" My lip begins to quiver, but my traitorous body betrays me as I feel wetness at the top of my thigh at His words and slightly rough handling. "You've forgotten something else. Where should your hand be? Do I have to tell you everything, you stupid little slut?"

My eyes widen in fear that I've displeased Him, and I scramble desperately to correct it. "No, Master, I'm sorry," I answer as my right hand drops to my pussy, my fingers slipping into my wet folds and rubbing my clit lightly, building my arousal even more. I'm panting softly, my jaw still firmly in His grasp, staring into His eyes, not a thought in my normally expansive mind save making Him happy by doing exactly as He commands me.

He releases my jaw and begins walking a slow circle around me, stopping behind me for a moment when I feel His foot lightly kicking my thighs wider apart. It's such a small thing, but the effect is profound, my pussy clasping down on the nothing it has in it, and already, I'm an aching, whimpering, soaked little mess. He continues His walk around me, circling me a few times, saying nothing. I'm lost in my submission, my head still tipped back, when He stops in front of me, and I can see His hard cock straining against His jeans. I lick my lips without even thinking about it, my mouth falling open at the sight.

He chuckles darkly, already knowing exactly where my mind is like it scrolled across my forehead in 4K. He steps forward, that delicious bulge less than an inch from my lips, and I have to remind myself quite forcefully to be a good girl and wait until He tells me to do something. I just stare and drool, and rub my clit, aching for a taste of Him. He flexes His hips forward, and I feel the denim of His jeans and His rigid length behind them against my lips. "Want something, pet?" He says deviously, and I glance up to see Him enjoying my torment most thoroughly.

"Yes, Master, very much," I whimper against His zipper, my lips getting His jeans wet as I answer Him. I'm rocking my hips, unable to contain my need, my touch light and slow on my clit so I don't orgasm and displease Him. "Ohhh, please Master," I moan against Him, wanting desperately to feel that long, hard, thick cock slide over my tongue.

"Well, then, rub faster. I want you to edge for me. I want you dripping wet and out of control. Show me what a weak, aching, desperate little slut you are," He says, beginning to grind against my swollen lips.

"Oh god, yes Master!" I respond eagerly, my hand moving faster and faster, putting more pressure on my sensitive clit, making sloppy, wet noises as I whimper and whine against Him. I'm flushed, burning for Him, dancing on the razor's edge of an orgasm, but holding it back somehow. I'm desperate in a very short while, and I start to beg Him, "Please, Master, oh please please please..."

"Please what, you pathetic little fucktoy? Use your words, you stupid fucking slut. Tell me exactly what you want."

I let out a shuddering breath, trying to form the thought, let alone the words. "I want... to come, but I need... I need your cock. Master, please..."

That wicked smirk graces His gorgeous face again. "You want to come, you need to earn it, good girl. And just where is it that you think you need my cock, hmm?"

I'm fucking drooling as He continues to grind against my swollen lips. I mumble against Him, "In my mouth, Master, please, I wanna taste you so fucking bad."

He takes a step back, just far enough to break contact, and I whine at the loss. He's standing so high above me, looking down at me still edging, aching, dying for a taste, and I can tell that everything He sees is working for Him, too. I'd suffer this and so much more just to see that. He undoes the button on His jeans, and my jaw drops, letting out a long sigh of pure desperation. "Unzip them with your teeth, you hungry little whore."

"Yes, Master!" I lean forward to comply, my hands instinctively coming up at being off balance.

"Ah ah, hands clasped together behind your back, push your chest out pet," He says with a look of mild displeasure that has me scrambling to comply.

I use my cheek to shove the fabric aside and grasp His zipper with my teeth, pulling it down more slowly than I'd like, but finally, it's all the way down, and I sit back on my feet, my breasts pushed up and out, gazing up at Him, awaiting his next command.

He steps out of his clothes, and takes His hard, thick cock in hand, stroking it casually right in front of my face, teasing me with the sight. My mouth is already wide open, my tongue hanging out, eyes wide and locked on it as I pant loudly. He moans, and I almost come on the spot, certain that hearing Him come undone will be the death of me. Mmm, but what a way to go.

"I saw that, pet," He says, stepping forward and letting His cock brush against my tongue ever so lightly. "I bet you're soooo fucking close right now that you could come just at the taste of me," He says with a mocking chuckle. "Too bad you don't get to."

I whimper and squirm, edging painfully, tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I try so hard to resist the impending orgasm, to resist the urge to lean forward, take His cock in my mouth and...

He laughs derisively, breaking my train of thought. "Look at you. You're so weak, so pathetic, so needing to be controlled and used. So desperate to have a cock control you. Then consider yourself controlled, pet," He says, quickly shoving His cock deep into my mouth.

I close my lips over Him and swirl my tongue around it, sucking deeply as I take Him down my throat, savoring the way He tastes. I moan around Him, the vibration of my voice travelling all the way down His hard length, and somehow I just know that I will never taste anything as good as Him again. He's utterly ruined me without even being inside me. That's not true, I think, He's been inside me from the first time I heard His voice, and He's right. There really is no escape for me from Him, anywhere at all. No matter what I do or where I go, I will forever be His, and His alone. He's into me that deep, before He ever shared the same physical space, in my mind, in my heart, even in my body, His voice making me feel Him from across all the miles.

He begins to move with me, stroking in and out of my throat, fucking my face faster still until I taste that beautiful moisture on the tip of His cock. I moan loudly, my hand moving faster on my clit, hoping like hell that He'll come in my mouth and let me come too. His quick, hard breaths are music to my ears, and just when I feel the slightest pulse from Him... He steps back, pulling away from me entirely and smiling down at my crestfallen look.

He grips my lower jaw, hard, bringing my face up and staring deep in my eyes. "Ohhh, what's wrong, my stupid little slut?" He asks mockingly, the lilt of laughter belying the sharp edge of his voice. The fact that He enjoys my agony so much only makes me wetter, whine as I might.

I'm so spellbound by those eyes, so far down into subspace, that my hand stops moving entirely and just drops, hanging limply as I breathe and stare. And as I stare, His gaze instantly changes from amused to pissed. I gasp at the difference, still not realizing what I've done. Holy hell, but He is hot when He's angry.

My poor, submissive brain just can't grasp what I've done wrong until He says, "Did I... fucking say... you could stop?"

I startle, my hand jumping back to my clit quickly. "I'm so sorry, Master!" I say, fat tears beginning to roll down my cheeks at having disappointed Him, and at the pain of my overly sensitive clit still being rubbed.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, His expression unreadable. "Sorry won't do, you disobedient little bitch. Get up here now, lay across my lap, and present that ass to me."

"Yes, Master! Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Master!" I tell Him as I crawl to the edge of the bed and onto His lap, arching my back and pushing my ass up towards Him. I can feel His hard cock digging into my abdomen, which only makes me even wetter, and more afraid that He may get upset at the mess I'm making.

His big, warm hand lands lightly on my ass, and I jump a bit at the unexpected contact, which He chuckles at as He begins rubbing and squeezing my ass. He grabs me roughly where my ass meets my thighs, spreading me open and seeing just how dripping wet I am. I resist the urge to squeeze my thighs together, not out of shame, but because it makes me so damned hot when He does that. I can't help squirming either way.

"Now, pet, do you think that submissive little mind of yours can count, or are you too far gone?" He asks, still squeezing and running his hands over my cheeks.

"I think I can count, Master," I answer Him honestly, still squirming in His lap.

"Well then, count you will as I spank this ass for that last transgression. Remember your safe word, but otherwise this will go on until I'm satisfied. You will NOT come. Do you understand me, pet?"

"Yes, Master! I understand," I say eagerly, anticipation making me unable to be still, thinking even as strong as He is, He couldn't possibly strike me hard enough to make me use that safe word. No one ever has, yet a part of me still hopes.

The first stinging strike lands on my left ass cheek, and I count, "One, Master," on a moan as I feel the heat begin to spread across my skin. Then another, on the other side. Now one at the very top of my thigh. My inner thigh. One squarely centered so that it reverberates through my pussy. The pattern repeats, each harder than the one before it, ratcheting my arousal off the charts as I squirm, count, and start begging, "Pleeeease, Master, please! Oh my God, eleven, Master!"

"Please what, pet? Does my poor, abused little girl need me to stop? Are you gonna safe word?" He asks tauntingly.

"No, Master. I need..." I say, gasping.

"Need what exactly, pet?" He asks, sounding even more amused.

"I need... more, Master. Harder, Master, please," I manage to groan out.

He says with mild surprise in His voice, "Oh. It's like that, is it pet? Well, stop counting, and we'll see just how far you can go. Can you do this without coming, my dear little slut?"

"No, Master, I know I can't," I answer Him truthfully.

"No matter then, you'll just come for me as many times as it takes. That can be a punishment all its own, as you will see."

His left hand presses hard into my lower back, steadying me, just before His next blow lands. Oh. He is not playing anymore. I moan into the bed, burying my face. He lands a very hard, stinging slap directly on my pussy, and I cry out. Harder still at the juncture of my thighs and ass, in quick succession. Harder than anyone's ever had the spine to give me before. I lose myself to it, to Him, my orgasm fast approaching. His arm rests across my lower back now as He grips my hip hard, His fingers digging deep into my skin as He lands the most punishing blow yet. I explode, shaking violently and screaming His name. He grants me no quarter, going on and on until I'm begging him to stop because I can't take one more orgasm.

"Oh, but take it for me you will, slut. Still think it was a good idea to ask me for more?" He says wickedly, sending shivers all through me as I squirm and cry out more and more with each strike to my red-hot backside, tears flowing freely down my face now. Orgasm after orgasm rips through me until I'm sweaty and limp on His lap, spent.

"Please, Master, please, I can't, not again, please, I can't," I whisper breathlessly through shuddering sobs.

He stops, rubbing His hand gently across my blazing skin, the other hand caressing the side of my face from forehead to chin, brushing my tears aside along the way. "Shhh, good girl, you did so good," He says, the sweetness in His voice a calming balm after such an intense experience. I smile through my tears, relaxing into His soft touch.

Suddenly, His hand fists into my hair, pulling my head back as He leans down and growls low, "But if you thought I was done with you, little girl, you're dead wrong," making me tremble all the way to my toes and stoking my arousal all over again.

"See, you've had countless orgasms, but I haven't had even one. It's my turn, slut, and you'll take what I give you until I'm done. You will not come unless I tell you to. Beg and plead and whine all you want, they will fall on deaf ears," He says, standing and hauling me up by my hair. "Stay here and don't fucking move."

"Yes, Master!" I say, standing exactly as He left me, watching Him cross the room with unabashed curiosity. After some rummaging, He comes back with something in His closed hand.

"Close your eyes, pet," He says firmly, and I do. I feel his strong fingers pinching my nipples, twisting them roughly. I moan softly, pushing my breasts towards Him, aching for more. I feel it clamp down on one nipple, then the other. The clamp wiggles slightly as He tightens it all the way down, the chain brushing my skin lightly. I whimper, rubbing my thighs together at the sudden gush of moisture.

He grabs me by the back of the neck and guides me none too gently to the floor. "Open your eyes and crawl to that wall over there, now," He says, a sharp slap lighting up my sore ass all over again.

"Yes, Master!" I say as I arch my back, crawling with my ass in the air to the wall He indicated. He hauls me up by my hair, shoving me roughly against the wall, my clamped nipples making scratching noises on it as my breasts flatten against it.

The full weight of His body crushes me against the wall, and I feel His hard cock against me. One little push is all it would take, and just like that, I'm in glorious agony all over again. A well-muscled forearm slides across my neck and tightens down, and I feel His breath cross my neck as He tells me, "I'm going to fuck you now, you dirty whore, hard. Again, you will not come unless I tell you. Nod if you understand, pet."

I nod and push back, grinding against Him to show him how much I want, no, need Him. I feel the head of His thick, hard cock begin to press into me, and I'm pushing back harder, aching desperately to finally feel what I've imagined and dreamt so many times. Sensing this, He drags it out, pushing forward so slowly I fear I may actually lose my mind over His cock. But the further He goes, the better He feels, and I begin to notice my body stretching both ways to accommodate Him. At long last, He's fully, deeply inside of me. I let out a long, blissful sigh.

He feels a million times better than I'd ever imagined, and I revel in finally being so completely owned and possessed by Him.

He pulls back, and just when I'm expecting another slow, luxurious stroke, He slams into me, hard, pinning me more firmly against the wall. He fucks me at an almost slow, but brutally hard and deep, pace. And as if He read my very thoughts, His voice roughly accentuates each stroke, "You. Are. Mine. All mine, you little slut, no one else's."

"I'm Yours, Master! All Yours, no one else's!" I cry out as He pounds me faster, the friction rubbing my clamped nipples against the wall, His skin reigniting the fire on my ass, His fingers digging into my hips painfully, and all I want is more. I can feel the pressure building inside me, and I barely manage to hold my orgasm back through a Herculean effort.

He's absolutely railing me, so fast and hard I can't see straight. I can't breathe, or think, or do anything at all except take all of Him and feel Him. He's all I feel, and all I want to. Every part of me is completely wrapped up in my submission to Him.

I feel Him starting to throb inside me, and it's all I can do to hold off my own orgasm, but mine doesn't matter. Only His orgasm, His pleasure, His complete, devastating power, ownership, and control matters in this moment.

I yearn desperately to feel His release, to hear His voice as He comes apart, this time in real life. He doesn't make me wait, as I feel Him pulse inside me, heat spreading within me like warm honey. He cries out, His sensual voice ragged as He commands me, "Come for me, good girl, come for your Master. That orgasm is MINE and you will give it to me RIGHT NOW!" He says, pulling me back harshly against Him and deftly removing the clamps from my nipples. Feeling Him come, hearing His voice, that command, the blood rushing back into my nipples, it's all too much. I shatter like spun glass around him, screaming His real name as I collapse.

I'm vaguely aware of Him carrying me to the bed and wrapping me up in His arms. I snuggle into Him, breathing Him in, deliriously happy and replete. I drift off on a prayer that when I do wake up, this wasn't just another heartbreakingly beautiful dream.