“I have had enough of that asshole’s attempts to imprison me, and he’s had enough of my intransigent independence. I told him, ‘This is America, Jack! If you want a slave for a wife, move to Pakistan!’ Anyway, as part of the settlement I’m getting Whispering Winds. That’s our beach house on the south coast of Alaska, remember? It’s really beautiful up there, totally secluded, and remarkably temperate all year ‘round. I tell you, I’ve had enough of global warming and these hundred-degree summers. I’m moving up there for good as soon as the papers go final!”
Naturally, I was stunned: elated for her but crushingly disappointed as well. Still I responded as a good friend should. “Oh, Melissa, that’s wonderful! Congratulations! But you know: I’m really, really, really going to miss you.”
“The hell you are! You’re coming with me!”
Now I was really stunned! Into my aghast silence, Melissa’s soft contralto voice purred into my ear.
“Jonny, I know how much you love me. It’s never been a secret between us. And I love you a ton in return. I don’t care a fig that you’re crippled for life. You have always been there for me, through thick and thin, and with never a demurring word despite the emotional torment you must have endured all these years hearing me pour out my endless marital problems.
“Well, I’ve decided that all of your patience and devotion deserves a reward, and that the only possibly appropriate one is me. So I want you to move to Alaska with me. And once there, in that beautiful little house on the coast, you will have me. You will become my man and I will be your caregiver. No more Medicaid nurses, no more thieving home health aides, none of that s**t. Just you and me: alone together forever on a beautifully secluded beach. Would you like that, my love?”
“Is…is the sky f*****g blue?” I stuttered out. “That would be beyond my wildest dreams!”
“Oh, I don’t know about that!” Melissa teased me lasciviously.
“I’ve read some of those dirty porno stories you’ve written. You’ve got some outrageously wild dreams! Well, I promise you’ll get to live out every one of those as well. So, are you coming with me willingly, or do I have to tie you up, kidnap you, and spirit you away?”
“Either one sounds great to me!” I managed.
“Wonderful!” she cried. “Well, start wrapping up your affairs.”
Still I could barely speak. “Melissa, I…I just want to thank you so much!”
“No, thank you,” she warmly returned. “You’ve been the best friend ever. And we’re going to have an entire lifetime of mutual love and kinky fun in whatever years we have left. I’m just sorry I made you wait so long for this! Goodbye, my beloved. I’ll see you again very soon.”
The empty line left me agog.
***
So now we’ve finally arrived.
After months of preparation and almost unbearable anticipation, we’re here at Whispering Winds at last. And the place is just as beautiful, and secluded, as promised. Our little cottage is the only one on this stretch of pristine coastline for over a mile in either direction.
The Pacific is a blue-green dream stretching off into infinity, spotted here and there with uninhabited islands and only the occasional distant passing ship. Our little bit of man-made beach, perhaps fifty yards of virgin sand, is about the only exception to the towering old growth confer forest sheltering us from the weather all around, and shielding us as well from unwanted eyes. Majestic bald eagles wheel constantly overhead, and pods of orcas cavort just offshore. I’m told the salmon fishing is absolutely fantastic. The house itself meanwhile is quite more than just a typical cottage.
It’s small, true, but extremely cozy and far more than just comfortable. Rupert is an asshole, as I’ve said, but he’s never lacked for wealth or taste. The place is furnished in elaborately sumptuous fashion: extensive wine cellar, Jacuzzi in the bathroom, state of the art computerized electronics, etc. The custom-built waterbed in the bedroom is enormous, twelve feet square Melissa grinningly informs me.
Teasingly, she has still withheld all intimacy from me, wanting us to treat this first of so many nights together as a kind of honeymoon. And now, at long last, the movers are gone, and we’ve settled in and put most of our stuff away – all except for my clothes, which haven’t arrived yet, and an enormous oaken trunk.
Melissa has placed this just next to the bed, where she can always easily reach it. And who can guess what’s stored in there? Anyway, we’ve just shared an exquisite dinner, a bottle of excellent wine, and now at last it’s time.
“Well my splendid new common-law husband, shall we make our way to the bedroom?”
“Your least wish is my most compulsory command, my lovely Mistress Melissa.”
Her beautiful brown eyes alight at this oh-so significant endearment.
“How nice! How wonderfully kind, sweet, and submissive of you! Shall I be Mistress Melissa to you from now on then? And shall you be slave to me?”
I swallow hard at this, my trip-hammering heart going crazy. “Yes, Mistress Melissa. From this moment on I am all yours. Please take me to your bed now, and do whatever in the world you want with me.”
“That I most certainly shall! Let’s go then, my sexy new slave!”
Finding it hard to believe this is actually happening to me, I follow my first ever Mistress into our new bedroom, where she uses the mechanical lift to transfer me from my wheelchair to the sumptuous center of that enormous waterbed. Feather pillows, down comforters and quilts make that heated, baffled mattress as comfy as a cloud, and I sigh with bliss as I sink down into it. Then straightaway Mistress Melissa begins undressing me, dropping revelations along with my clothes.
“You know Jonny, I’ve always known you were a bit of a pervert – in a sweet, submissive way of course – but I never knew how twisted you really were until this afternoon. After I set up your computer I spent some time browsing through it. And what on earth did I find, but over a hundred gigabytes of b**m pornography: photos, videos, novels, stories, and of course your own extensive writings on the subject.
“Now some of these stories you’d already shared with me. But I found over a dozen super-secret, absolutely filthy fantasies you’d written all about me! Well, you can rest assured, slave, that I’m going to spend the rest of our lives up here making all those wildly dirty dreams an enduring reality!”
With that she tosses my pants onto the floor, leaving me completely naked except for the condom catheter taped to my d**k (and cruelly crimping off my attempted erection) and the urine collection bag attached to this. Then as I lie there, face flushing and head spinning, she opens that trunk by the bed and withdraws several coils of tough cotton cord. Waggling these at me, she grins most devilishly.
“I know you’re already paralyzed, Jonny, and completely helpless. But I’m going to tie you up anyway, just for the fun of it.
“Frankly, your bondage and submission stories, even the ones you willingly showed me, turned me on like nothing ever has before. My p***y got wet only a paragraph or two in, and I actually had to masturbate long before the end of each one. They’re really the main reason I got divorced, and demanded this house in addition to my ridiculously excessive alimony: just so I could be independently wealthy, and then have the rest of my life to live them all out with you. So now that I’ve finally got you, all alone up here, utterly dependent upon me, just a love-struck little s*x slave, I’m going to keep you in fiendishly tight bondage almost constantly!”
Leaving me no time to process this madness, Melissa grips my right wrist and loops a rope snugly about it, winding it around and around before tying it tightly off. Then she stretches the rest of it off to the side, drawing my arm out perpendicular from my body before tying it to one of many clearly recently installed cleats.
The other arm gets the same treatment then, until I’m stretched tightly out in cruciform fashion. Then Mistress takes this situation to its logical conclusion by redundantly binding my legs together at the ankles and knees. After that I look on, surely more powerless than ever before, as my new Mistress Melissa begins to slowly, sensuously strip off her clothes.
Bit by bit, a sight I’d never dared dream of seeing is revealed to me. Long, finely formed arms, a soft but perfectly flat belly, then an exquisite rib cage, and then, oh then, oh yes, oh my most heavenly Goddess, then at last I see those beautiful breasts: so rounded, so upswept, so firm and high they should blind the unworthy eye. Yet mine must be worthy at last. Smiling possessively at my goggling awe, Goddess Melissa grinds her hips and finally lets slip her tight-tight jeans from around her shapely waist.
Hot pink panties still hide her holiest of holies. But her buttocks and thighs, indeed every elegant line of her long, long legs are simply to die for. Daintily she steps out of her pants, and then coquettishly kicks them aside. Then she slowly, oh so slowly, slides down and off her underwear, revealing a delta of Venus that is exceeded in allure only by the tasteful shape of the trim and shave that gives her but a narrow arrow of hair pointing down at that most sacred fount.
Again she kicks her panties aside. Then, still smiling oh so beguilingly at me, she struts and shimmies her way up onto the bed in a way that has my heart pounding like crazy and my p***s throbbing like a thumb hit by a hammer.
Trapped in its uncompromising rubber sheath, able to erect no more than forty percent, it screams at me for release. As Mistress looms above me in all her glory, I can’t help but beg her for this.
“Please, Mistress Melissa! Won’t you take off the condom catheter too? If only it had room, my d**k would be swelling up bigger than it ever has before. But right now it can’t, and the pain is so exquisite…”
“Good!” Mistress growls down at my obvious distress. “I want it to hurt, and so do you, slave! Admit it, any pain at all, but most especially p***s pain, gives you pleasure, at least when it’s inflicted by me, your beloved Mistress. You know for a fact that we both want that exquisite penile pain to climb and climb and climb and climb almost without end. And then finally, when I at last do see fit to free it, and wrap it in my slim strong hand, my hot wet mouth, or even my incredibly hungry v****a, the pleasure and relief you feel will be so overwhelming that they’ll blow your f*****g mind. So you just shut up and be patient, my stupidly misbehaving little bondage slave!”
Leaving my condom thus torturing me, Mistress Melissa then makes it incomprehensibly worse by gripping my throbbing d**k, bending it back along the line of my thighs, and then swinging her naked body astride mine. Sitting down, straddling my crippled hips and back-bent d**k, she simultaneously teases, torments, and sternly instructs me.
“Now then, slave: I’m going to give you that one for free, because I intend to be the most incredibly compassionate Mistress ever. But I’m also going to be terribly cruel to you, because we both know that that’s what you truly want and need from me. So from now on, don’t you ever dare to ask me for mercy! That will just make things worse.
“In fact, if I’m not hurting you enough, if you need me to be harder, stricter, more ruthlessly cruel to you, then by all means beg me for mercy. I will ratchet up the intensity of your treatment accordingly. Do we understand each other?”
Mouth dry, my p***s aflame with pain, completely cowed by the gorgeous Goddess atop me, I nod submissively.
“Yes, Mistress Melissa,” I reply. In response my Goddess gleams down at me with unalloyed approval.
“Excellent! Wonderful! You’re such an obedient, compliant little slave! In that case, you should know that the true cruelty that you are due won’t begin until tomorrow morning. Tonight is all about my long overdue fulfillment, not yours. Tonight you’re going to demonstrate to me just how right I was in choosing you over lame old Rupert!”
Slowly Mistress Melissa leans forward then, until she’s lying atop me. With her crotch still crushing my back-bent c**k, and her wonderful breasts mashed against my chest, her beautiful face is only millimeters away from my own.
Aksara