One and Only

Thanks so soo much for reading my work. I'm dreaming of one day having a book published and this book. Even though short. Has taken 10 years so far. In between raising four children on my own and chasing a degree. You cannot know how grateful I am that you've chosen to open this up. Please comment, tell me what to edit/fix, what you love. Let me know what you think of these characters as you get to know them. I'm still learning about them too so maybe you see things that I don't? Anyhoo, My love and kisses and hope you enjoy this sordid, deep, juicy wee tale of love, lust, the walls wee build to protect ourselves and the paths we may take to rescue our weary hearts..

Dedicated to Master Ben, who is balls deep in love with kitten and is the One and Only, who can make his kitten purr.

I Dream of Him…

The leather cuffs are clasped tight, digging into my wrists. My hands are suspended from the ceiling so I cannot move. Looking down, in total submission, I feel the red leather collar pulling at my neck, reminding me that I am owned. My feet are unbound, balancing on tiptoe, barely touching the floor. My body forms a perfect hexagon. Nearly naked, apart from the clamps that hang from my breasts, the chain tugging at my nipples as it stretches down to my navel, I purr.

Thankfully, my vantage point allows me to see the wonderful red stripes from the riding crop that rise across my thighs with every slash of the whip, perfectly measured to cause instant swelling of red and white welts. Every new welt takes me to another level of excitement. I squirm before my Master.

“You have been such a naughty kitten, haven’t you?”

I know exactly why I’m being punished. He knows I purposely did it too. Tonight is going to be far more intense than all the others… The crop makes contact once more, the searing pain lifts through my body. The hum of the welt travels up my thigh and deep into my moistening pussy. I wince, taking a sharp breath in through my teeth. The sweat drips down my nose, as the tears well up.

“Forgive me Master” I breathe. “Please, please forgive me”

Slap! His hand brands red finger marks across my cheek.

Heart pounding I wake up shivering with fear, the pain so real.

“Fuck!” I reach to soothe my cheek. I’m having those dreams again… Who is he and why on earth am I dreaming these dark fantasies? Something is not right with me!” Turning on the side lamp, I see the blankets have been thrown off the bed and the sheets are soaked with sweat. I must have thrashed around for a while this time. The dreams seem so real…He seems so close… Still shaking, I look at the time. My body is warm with arousal, it prickles from the heat of excitement, full of adrenaline but, there’s more. There’s another underlying feeling. I can feel the longing in my body, it runs through my veins. God I want that feeling He gives me, it’s so delicious. I almost can’t bring myself to acknowledge it.

Five am. No chance of slipping off into slumber now. I may as well get up. Laptop open, I sign into a dating site. Lord knows why. I mean, these sites are full of pervs, fuckwits and emotionally needy females. I wouldn’t consider myself any of these… well… a little needy, perhaps, but we all can’t be perfect. My profile is strictly friends only; NO sexual meetings. My eyes scour the lines of emails left for me. It’s always a little ego boost to see that there are seventeen new emails from prospective suitors. None ever really cut the mustard though. They either have zilch conversational skills or have ignored the ‘No Sex’ part of my profile. Some have even offered money for sex. The blocked list is long indeed. First cuppa down and, thankfully, my body is finally succumbing to the realisation that it was merely a dream in my fucked up mind’s deepest darkest recesses.

Currently, my sex life is non-existent. Flashes of the last time my husband brutalized me still plague my ability to trust again. I don’t think I am ready and, yet.... I imagine the dreams are a way for my body to release. All talk, no do, I suppose. It’s not that I’m ugly, I’m not. I fancy myself rather attractive, actually, sort of a Polynesian doppelganger for Gabrielle Solis of “Desperate Housewives”. I could lose five kilos and take more time doing my hair. However, I have smooth olive skin and shapely legs. My arse is admired by Him, each and every dream. His deep, topaz blue eyes follow it intensely, as I dance for him. Hungry for his preyI always end up naked with him behind me. Strong callused hands stroking me gently before…smack, smack, smack! He spanks me fast and hard, much like He fucks. Oh, but the spanking is what swells my cunt for him and He knows it.

One of the profiles catches my eye. I have seen it before. The Dominant calls Himself, Big Ben. It’s a little different to the rest. My curiosity is peaked as I am swept into His profile.

“Experienced dominant looking to help bring desires to life. I am a young professional male who has experience in Dominant/submissive sexual acts. Trained by an experienced Mistress. I am seeking a lady who wishes to expand her horizons. Any experience level from full D/s lifestyles to those who have read ‘50 Shades’ and thought they would like to try something new. I am naturally dominant. Professional and Discreet. I find it arousing to bring others’ fantasies to life. I have seen many things and nothing surprises or scares me so don’t be afraid to let me know something you wish to try. The deeper and darker the better. I want to know you inside and out. Bring the best and worst out of you with every spanking. Where are you my pet? Are you still running from those deep dark desires? Your Master is waiting. He wants to open you up like a rose… Then jam his Cock into you.”

Squinting at the last line, I know I should find his wording vulgar but there is something so familiar to that line. I’m sure I’ve read it before. Probably in one of the many erotic novels that sit in my bookshelves. In fact, that’s probably what all this fuss is about. Just flashbacks of the “Crossfire” series or something. Sipping the last of my tea, I slip into a long hot shower, removing all thoughts from the night, relaxing my exhausted body and soul.

My day of work goes past in a blurr of daydreams. Home, sexually exhausted, I am ready to sleep by seven pm. Tucked under the covers, Big Ben’s profile in the back of my mind, I slip straight into His dream arms once more.

“You, my pet, will learn to obey whether you like it or not.”

Speaking quietly in my ear, He never raises his voice, rather, He purrs. Tightening His hand around my collared neck, I feel his breath moisten my skin, as he glides his hard cock into me. Gently and slowly His cock forces my pussy to relent and swallow Him. My wrists are shackled, attached to my ankles. My body is locked in position. My face to my knees. His other hand is gripping my beautiful red arse, as he enters me. My arse still stings with heat from the paddle he used to administer my punishment. I’m being punished again? Why does this feel so good? His speed increases each stroke and I’m fucked progressively faster. I feel my pussy muscles start to clench around Him, my cunt is starting to milk Him. I want his hot cum so bad. I want him to fill me with his seed until it drips down my thighs in dirty white lines across my skin. I’m a slut, His slut. His slut for the taking. Anticipating my end, He withdraws abruptly before I can cum. My mind instantly slips under a wave of depression. I am not allowed the satisfaction of coming. Master is not happy with me.

Five am. Awake again. My breath fast and heavy. He has visited me. My cunt is swollen and ready. I slip my cold fingers down to calm the throbbing, thinking of Him. Wet and hungry, my lady-parts are desperate for release. Using the wetness already emerging from my vagina, I slowly circle my clitoris. Responding instantly, my body builds towards orgasm, the wetness becoming a torrent. Muscles clenching, I slide a finger in as deep as I can, pressing hard on my G spot. Waves crash over me as I let out a guttural moan. How do You do this to me every time, I wonder? How does this mystery man manage to get my blood to boil without even having met me? And what is with me ALWAYS getting smashed for misbehaving? I’ve never experienced anything like it. It’s so mixed. I’m devastated for upsetting him and causing his pain, yet excited as hell to know that He will be dragging me kicking and screaming into submission. In my dreams, I am besotted with him. He can do anything and everything to me. I totally trust and believe He does it all because He loves his, his….Pet?

Eleven at night. Two glasses of Rose has me lightheaded and merry. I’ve been carrying seven conversations, emailing back and forth, with a bunch of men I know - again, they will simply not satisfy my hunger. My needs are deeper and darker than even I am willing to admit. My body’s wants are screaming loudly and the dreams are becoming more and more graphic. In my dreams, he is a redhead. This isn’t surprising. I love a MC1R gene. They’re like beacons. Sexy fair skinned vampires. All perverted, fiery and hiding considerable, durable penises. The Dutch courage and curiosity has subsequently killed this kitty’s nerves. Clicking on the search, I find Big Bens’ profile once more and type out an email to him. “Hi there, I’m Karlie. I have never experienced anything like you described but, would really like to try it out, if you would be interested in someone so new and inexperienced. Perhaps we could meet?” No sooner had I sent the message, my screen blinks red over the little envelope icon. My heart skips a beat with anticipation. It’s from Ben.

“Karli, how nice to hear from you. You are a very attractive woman and I would be interested in meeting you in person. Would lunch suit you for a first meeting?”

Gosh he is forward. I was expecting a bit more chatter - to-ing and fro-ing sort of stuff. I’ve never met anyone off this god-awful site so have no idea what to expect or even what the protocol is. What the hell, why not! Bolder by the minute, given the alcohol consumption. I make a time to meet him and call in sick to work.

Nerves in my stomach build. I lean forward in the leather chair to stretch them out. Feeling his presence before He takes his first step towards my door. He passes my shop windows in a blur.

I instantly recognise Him. His MC1R gene flashes bright like a beacon though no brighter than my smile for him. I knew it was you all the time, I scream out in my head as I throw my arms around him. I sheepishly pull away at my own forwardness. His surprise soon changes to a quiet grin. He’s amused.

The door is opened to His white Mazda BT50 and I try my very best elegant leg up into the massive truck. Being 5’1, it isn’t the least bit ladylike. Gentlemanly, He kindly pretends not to notice, although I know, he enjoys the quick flash of Brazilian pink lace under my dress.

I am already losing my shit as I sit there waiting for the Ute to move. Straight faced, He leans over to buckle me in. “Safety first” He says, his eyes sparkling and turning bluer. I am already moistened by this act. As I breathe, I can smell the aftershave on his skin- no surprises, it is Hugo Boss. Mixed in with his own chemistry, I find it intoxicating. I can feel the tightness of the harness-like belt across my chest. Acutely aware of his influence on me, I try to calm my breathing with self-talk. I can tell he is in his element.

The conversation is candid and amiable. It’s like talking to an old friend. Comfortable but, ever so slightly, sexual. His face is the face of the man in my dreams. I imagine His hands gripping me, His teeth sinking deep into my skin, the heat of His breath sliding down my neck. My temperature lifts until I break out into a sweat. I am hoping He thinks it’s the wine and not the inappropriate thoughts I am flashing back to, in a veritable flood. I resist the urge to touch Him, even though I can feel His attraction to me. He seems moved by the fact He finds me so attractive. I don’t think He expected to feel such a pull. The attraction is clearly mutual.

I feel drawn to Him by an invisible pull, strong enough, I know, to destroy me. Like a moth to a brilliant orange flame, I am willing to take the chance. Feeling my boldest, not wanting the moment to end, I suggest He come back to my place. Deep down, I know what I want Him to do with me but I am playing it cool, calm, collected. Before long, we find ourselves sitting at opposite ends of my large L- shaped couch.

“Come sit here.” Patting the couch, he commands me in a sweet and gentle voice. I crumble. I’m not ready to be shackled and whipped. I’m cornered and scared, like a little kitten in the back of a cupboard, meeting its owner for the first time.

“I want you to come and sit here,” He repeats. Eyes wide and fearful, I curl up in a little ball. Head bowed to my knees, “no,” I answer, squirming.

I look up to Him standing over me.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to show you something”

I stay hiding, defiant. His warm hands take mine as He leads me to the bedroom. He sits on the bed. Stealing my hands back, I stand before Him blushing and shy, giggling like a naked schoolgirl in a box of feathers.

“Give me your hand,” He says; his voice, soft and empathetic. I delay placing mine in His, my reluctance battling with my desires. I’m frozen. He reaches out; my hand is lifted and placed over his heart. I didn’t expect it to be pounding, just the same as mine.

In that instant He has me. I am totally, utterly His. He could ask for anything from me and I would swallow my fears and do it without hesitation. Sinking fast, I am under my Masters’ spell. Besotted, smitten, I spill all my secrets. We share our loves, hates, wants and dreams. My insecurities rear their ugly heads only to be quashed by His openness and honesty. It isn’t long before all I see is my Master’s happiness. It is essential to my own. I am His. He leaves me throbbing; pussy eaten and aching for His cock.

This is what I’ve been looking for.