Reunited

The airport was crowded as Angel waited for Mike’s plane to arrive. Shouldn’t be long now, according to the monitors. They waited so long for this moment that she was actually nervous now. They hadn’t seen each other in person for nearly a year. Of course, with modern technology, they talked almost every day. So many possibilities, but none of them came close to actually touching each other. To smell each other’s scent. To feel each other’s breath when their lips touched. The soft moaning when their tongues played. But most importantly, the feeling of holding each other. Angel wondered if she would be able to stop herself from bursting through the crowd, or running to him the moment he comes in sight. The monitors changed information; his plane landed…

When the doors finally opened, an older couple were the first to walk out, smiling happily. A young child in the crowd screamed “Grandma!” and started running towards them. ‘How sweet’, Angel thought as she watched the scene. She smiled a little and looked back at the double doors. A woman with a baby, followed by a man who looked bored. Normally she would have wondered why he looked that way, but her mind was completely blank, she was too anxious now. A man in a fancy suit, another older couple, two young girls and finally that familiar face.

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Used

*TRIGGER WARNING -rape scene*

The last thing she remembered, were the strong arms lifting her limp body from the cold ground. She tried to open her eyes, but she was too exhausted. Still drifting in and out of consciousness, she couldn’t make sense of what happened. Did she really get raped…or was it just a fiction of her imagination? Everything was a blur and she couldn’t focus on anything. A glimpse of a dark figure in the corner was all she thought she saw when her eyes closed.

When she opened them again, hours later, she stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, trying to recover her thoughts. From the corner of her eye she saw the dark figure again, now sitting in a chair in the corner. She blinked as she tried to focus on it, but it was too dark and her eyes still felt swollen. When she tried to say something, her throat hurt. Tears welled up in her eyes again, when she felt a weight on the bed. The dark figure from the corner was sitting beside her now, naked, and instantly she felt safe again.

“May I?” he asked in a soft voice, and she nodded, unable to speak. He shifted and lay down, his back resting against the headboard. She automatically curled up and placed her head on his lap, looking up, facing him.  One hand holding his cock, as she was taught to do.

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Needs

It was kind of a nasty bar, in an equally nasty neighborhood, with its dark interior, sticky floor and the scent of beer and sweat in the air, but she liked it here, they don’t judge you in bars like this. When she walked in, most men inside didn’t even look up and the three women tried to ignore her. She fit right in, with her jeans skirt, black tank top and black boots. She didn’t bother to do anything with her hair, so it was hanging straight down, almost touching her shoulders. Walking over to the bar she sat down on a barstool, motioning the barkeeper. “What can I get you?” he asked, as he walked towards her. “I’ll have a beer and a shot of Tequila” she answered. Not in the least bit surprised, he bent down to get a bottle of beer from the fridge. He put it in front of her and turned around to get the Tequila. She raised her eyebrows when he put down two shot glasses. He filled them both and put down the bottle. “I like it when a woman can hold down her liquor” and he lifted one glass. When she lifted hers, she smiled and said “Well, then you’re gonna love me. Bottom’s up”. She tilted her head back and drank it in one go. At least her alcoholic ex taught her how to drink, she thought to herself, and she pinched her eyes closed. He smiled and walked back to the other end of the bar.

She casually leaned an arm on the bar and looked around. Three men playing cards in the corner, two leaning against a pool table, holding pool cues but not playing, as there were no balls on the table. Two woman, probably their girlfriends, watching them. In the other corner a man and woman sat at a table, looking like they were in a serious conversation. She turned back and took a gulp from her beer. Looking at the bar again, she noticed five guys, just sitting there, slightly hunched over the bar, clearly drunk. The barkeeper was talking to a sixth man at the end of the bar. She took another drink from her beer and looked at the wall behind the bar. A few photos, taken from customers having fun, a liquor license and an old postcard. And of course all different kinds of bottles of alcohol. She was concentrating on trying to read the labels on the bottles when a man’s voice startled her.

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Marked

*Trigger warning – knife play*

Patiently I wait. If there is anything He taught me already, it is to be patient. .

I’m in a beautiful room. A big four poster bed is situated against a dark red wall. Thick, heavy curtains are around each bedpost, in the same color as the wall. Two black doors stand out in the dark red wall next to it. One black wall holds a large oval mirror in iron roses. An absent smile crosses my face as I walk pass the mirror, fingers lingering on the cold roses. The reflection shows me and the bed behind me. Under the mirror is a dresser. It’s a massive wooden one, with two cabinets and three big drawers, much like the one we have at home. The one where all His toys are kept. As I stare out of one of the two large windows in the last dark red wall, overlooking a beautiful cemetery, my mind drifts to last week…

…I can feel rather than see Master watching me. When I turn around, the look in His eyes say it all and I immediately drop to my knees. Head resting on the floor, ass up, hands next to my feet, palms up! (Learned that the hard way.) I hear His footsteps come closer and His hand smacks my buttock. ‘Good girl’ He says softly. I can’t help but smile a little, He makes me feel so proud. He walks away, to ‘The Dresser’ and I am excited and tense at the same time. I can feel my pussy getting wet already…

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