Letters To Sir:: Episode 3

Letters To Sir:: Episode 3 Letters To Sir:: Episode 3

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Love Letters

Summary

Love Letters

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Submitted: August 30, 2015

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Content

Submitted: August 30, 2015

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“You belong to me now…” his words shimmered like a bell in my mind. During my time in captivity Sir demanded everything from me. The first day was a blur due to loss of consciousness. Whatever he’d given me took hours to clear my system. Snippets of the night invaded my dreams. Feeding me, bathing me and brushing my hair. The next morning I woke on a comfortable pallet. Bright light flooded the room showing its astonishing size. I lifted my head, amazed I could do so. The walls were a dark grey with white veins snaking their way up to a skylight. Two large barred windows showed there would not be an easy escape. I gave a loud squeak. A large mirror stood in front of where I’d slept. A tall figure sat dressed on a bed directly behind me but that wasn’t what caused my distress. It wasn’t a pallet but an expensive dog bed. My name had been embroidered on the black velvet in blood red thread. Around my neck was a matching collar. No words could describe what I felt in that moment. Tentatively I touched the it’s smooth texture. Four metal rings protruded from either side with the one in the back having what felt like a pad lock. I stood only then realizing I was completely nude but that was the least of my concerns. On wobbly legs I moved closer to the mirror. A thin trail of dried blood ran from the center of my chest to my navel. I saw it… the lock I’d felt. Something black hung from it. Walking closer to the mirror I hit a vantage point and I knew. I turned fast enough that my legs finally gave and I landed in a heap. A leash.

“A FUCKING LEASH?!”

Things moved so fast I hadn’t had time to prepare. I was off the floor and over his lap in milliseconds. He tossed one leg across my back.

“You will not disrespect me or yourself by using that language. Count them!!”

“Fuck you!”

I heard the displacement of air before I felt the first blow.

“One, Firefly. Count!!”

“Bite me!!”

Gripping my hair at the base of my scalp he bent and did just that. I screamed.

“Oh, you must have forgotten the rules. “

“You are sick,” I said with as much disgust as I could muster.

“You have no idea.” He sounded amused but the erection pressing into my belly gave away his excitement. “Your punishment has been doubled. Continue on this path. I dare you,” he growled.

His tone gave me pause. Something was off. It was not the voice of a sane man. He laughed and I froze. The next hit set my backside on fire.

“Still not counting? Should I use something other than my hand? Hmm.”

That question set my heart racing. “One!”

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard was it? Next time drop the attitude.”

The next swats came in quick succession but between fourteen and eighteen something changed. Heat rushed from my butt to my face. A slight tingling in my thighs sent shame coursing through me. That last sting was the hardest to take. The coppery taste of blood had filled my mouth from holding in screams. Sir exhaled as if to calm himself down. He massaged the nape of my scalp where he had been pulling my hair earlier. Secretly I was grateful. The shaking started in my chest before big racking sobs broke free. I rushed to cover my face as he straightened me. I was exhausted.

“Don’t hide from me. Everything you are and will be is mine. Your tears are mine. Your emotions are mine.”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I screamed and fought. He could not have me. Pain burst up my leg. The bastard had been prepared. He had injected me with something. Drowsiness hit me as hard as his palm had.

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