Alessia

   We walk along the dark street with you walking half a step behind me and
wearing nothing but a thin raincoat and a pair of high-heels.

   The leash from your collar swings feely between us.  Streetlights throw
pools of light on the glistening wet pavement.  You feel the pressure of
the collar around your neck making your eyes bulge a little and the cold
air wells around your naked abdomen.

   Leaving the street behind I turn into a park.

   You are afraid of the darkness there but follow obediently.  The lights
of the quiet street where I live are left behind us and the park is empty
and still, but from the other side you hear the noise of a busy street.

   You feel the cold air on your belly, thighs and buttocks as your coat
flaps around your legs.  Never before have you been so aware of your body
when walking out.  Every nerve ending seems super sensitive and constantly
stimulated.  Goose bumps creep over your body and your nipples are rigid
and hard.  With each step you feel the lips you your pussy rubbing against
each other and you feel them getting wet.

   Your labia are swollen, your clitoris stands out and you feel the
familiar dampness at the thought of me leading you somewhere and taking you
there.  You are highly aroused.

   You breathe deeply with excitement.  You pulse is racing and with each
surge of blood you fell the pressure of the collar around your throat.

   We walk along a gravelled footpath.  In the darkness you can just make
out that it is lined with bushes and trees.  As you become accustomed to
the darkness I suddenly turn off the footpath and lead you through a narrow
gap in the bushes.  You feel the soft damp grass under the soles of your
high heeled shoes.

   We reach a small clearing with some trees and I stop by one of them.  I
motion you to stand with your back against one of them.  You are frightened
but you comply.

   Stepping behind the tree I quickly seize your wrists and taking a soft
cord from my coat pocket ties them with it.  Then I step in front of you
and looking you straight and deeply in the eye leisurely and knowing there
is nothing your can or are going to do to stop me, start to unbutton your
coat.  I fold the two sides apart and there you are, stark naked tied to a
tree in a park.

   "Alessia, you ought to be ashamed of yourself letting me take you here
and display you like this, " I say.  " But admit it, you love it, don't
you" "Yes," you whisper.

   "You are just sex crazy aren't you" I say.  "A slut, a wanton slut if
every I saw one.  Well slut, what do you think I'm going to do to you now?"

   "Use me here for your pleasure Maria in any way you see fit," you reply.

   "Well, life is full of surprises" I say.  "We'll see if we can't improve
on that little scenario of yours.  But first, we'll improve your posture.
Spread your legs, spread them as far as you can and place them by the
tree."

   You comply shaking a little on your heels.  The cold air glides over the
insides of your thighs and feels even colder on you moist pussy lips.

   "There now, isn't that a pretty sight, " I say and stepping behind the
tree again fasten your ankles.  Coming round the front again I look you up
and down and say,

   "Alessia, you look even more wanton now.  Do you still want me to fuck
you right here?  How low is your self-esteem Alessia, how randy are you,
that you let yourself be taken to a place like this and stand there with a
dripping cunt.  You'd love me to fuck you now wouldn't you?

   "Yes Maria," you reply "Please fuck me right here in the open if it
pleases you."

   "Well Alessia, this time I just won't.  This time I'll just leave you
here and go and have myself a cup of coffee in a café across the park. 
Meanwhile I'll just leave you here, hot and dripping as you are.  Perhaps
some guy will find you and fuck you.  Perhaps that way you might get what
you are about to scream for.  But just so that your howls of lust don't
reverberate through the park, we'll just seal you lovely lips a little
shall we?"

   I take out a roll of wide adhesive tape from my coat pocket and tear off
a trip.  You look at me dumbfounded.  Now fear gets the better of you. 
Panic is lurking in your eyes.

   "Alessia, darling you have such a wonderful pleading look in your
frightened eyes.  I can almost hear your pleading even though you are
silent.  I can hear you beg and I can see the pity seeking tears in your
eyes."

   A whimper escapes your compressed and contorted lips.  You stat to sob
and tears spill over your cheek profusely.  "No Alessia" I say, "we will
have none of this.  We will silence you now.  We'll have no heart rendering
sobs from you dear.  "

   And so saying I place the strip over you mouth.  Stepping back I gloat
over your predicament and start to ridicule you some more.

   "Alessia dear, you know, like this, the only way you can make a noise is
to fart," I say laughingly.  " Yes Alessia, fart like a foghorn and maybe
some kind sailor will come sailing by and rescue you.  Wouldn't that be
something to write home about, ey?  But perhaps he'd do something else. 
Perhaps he'd be too dumb to fuck you, like you want to be fucked and he'd
just do this to you."

   I take your nose and close off your nostrils.  Panic takes over.  You
writhe in your bonds and try to shake off my hold on your nose. 
Desperation takes you for a breath of air.  I smile and let go.  Greedily
you draw in the air.  Your let your head hang down and slowly you calm
down. I lean towards you softly stroke your face and whisper in your ear,

   "That was pretty close to the edge, Alessia, wasn't it?  But that's
where you like to be isn't it?"

   I notice a tiny nod off consent.  I knew it and love you for it.

   "Anyway," I then say "I think I'll go and have that coffee now."

   I start to turn.  Stop and turn back.  You are relieved.  The nightmare
is over, you think.  But it is not.  Worse is to come.

   "Alessia dear," I say, "Would you believe it?  I've forgotten something.
I take out a blindfold.  The last thing you see is me leaning towards you
smiling kindly and the black cloth of my scarf sealing off your field of
vision.  Again you want to scream.

   "Don't run away now," I softly whisper in your ear.  "I want you to go
through with this and if you do well, I'll take you home - if there is
anything left of you to take home when I get back."

   You feel me leaving, hear the rustle of leaves as I pass through the
bushes and hear my receding footsteps on the gravel path.  You want to
scream.  You pull at your bindings, but you know it's of no avail.  You
give up, give up on yourself.  You submit to your plight.  You feel
miserable, lost and yet you know that every nerve in your body is alive and
every cell in your brain sparking.  You are electrified.  Your senses are
acute and sharp as never before.  Your sense of smell discerns each nuance.
Your ears hear the softest noise, anything close by or even the sound of
the highway on the other side of the park.  You hear voices.  Footsteps are
approaching on the path.  They pass by.  You are unnoticed and strangely
relieved that that is so.

   Something rustles in the undergrowth.  A rat, you think.  Again fear and
revulsion seize you as your imagination runs wild at the thought of
something with sharp teeth and tiny claws crawling up your leg and nibbling
at your pussy.

   But nothing happens.  Slowly calm descends on you.  Standing there you
begin to loose track of time.  Your thoughts begin to drift.

   You don't know how long you've been there when suddenly a bolt shoots
right though you.  Your whole body jerks.  You are suddenly right here
again, with your legs spread backed up against a tree.  Something wild and
outrageous is going on but you can't quite grasp what it is.  Only slowly
it begins to dawn on you.  Something soft and warm is pressing against your
clit.

   You are outraged by the grossness of the situation.  open and vulnerable
as you are.

   What is this?  Who is this?  You ask yourself.

   Is that you, Maria, you want to ask.  But your lips are sealed.  How
could this person, if it is a person, perhaps it is a dog or some animal
have crept up so quietly?  And while these thoughts are racing through your
head and you squirm in your bonds as the soft and unrelenting pressure on
your clit continues and you realise another awful fact.  In spite of all
the horror of your situation, your fear and your helplessness, slowly
sensations of pleasure emerge from the turmoil of your emotions.  The
butterflies in your tummy start to flap their wings.  You have decided it
must be a finger.  A man's or that of a woman, you try to determine, but
soon realise, you don't care.

   The finger keeps pressing softly and the waves in your body start to
roll.  There is only one thing you want now, a climax.  But the finger
takes you only so far.  It is almost still.  With effort you can detect
smallest variations in the intensity of pressure or minuscule movements
that excite and arouse you more each time you feel them.

   You want to resist this brazen onslaught on your body, your senses your
pussy and emotions.  It is an outrage that someone should think they could
control your body, control its reactions in such a way.  You are irate that
you should be made to act practically at the push of a button.

   But before long, you begin to lose control.

   The vibrations in your abdomen overcome your fear and your anger.  You
give up.  You know it's true.  You know no matter what, you want to be
brought off and you want to be brought off here and now.  You don't care
who's doing it; you don't care for what reason.  You want the searing
release of an orgasm.

   You cannot bear the insisting pressure on your clit any more.  It does
not go away, it does not take you higher either.  You are there on
tenterhooks desperate for something.  You start to gyrate your hips.  You
want start to rub your pussy more violently against that finger so that at
last releasing orgasmic waves will eventually shoot through your mind and
body.  You hold your breath; you hips are humping out of control.  You feel
the tide rising, you are nearly there, you are about to come.

   And then the finger is gone.

   Everything stops and you are left cart wheeling through the emptiness of
outer space.  Your hips continue to hump - against nothing.  Slowly you
come down.  Your head rolls form side to side and it slowly dawns on you
that you have been misused in an even more cruel way.  The climax that you
were going for, the climax you were prepared to pay for by giving yourself
to this preposterous situation is just not going to come.  You have been
chiselled and cheated.  You paid but no goods were delivered.  You sag in
your bonds.  Your legs can hardly support you.

   After what again seems an age, you hear steps approaching on the gravel.
They stop briefly.

   You hear the rustling of the bushes.  You hold your breath.  What new
onslaught, what new degradation does this mean?

   You feel someone close to you, you smell coffee on their breath and you
hear my voice.

   "Well, well Alessia, how have you been"?  I say.  "Did the mice play
while the cat was away?"

   I raise your blindfold and feast on the sight of your puzzled and
bewildered eyes.  I place my hands on your cheeks, softly rock your head
and look at you lovingly.

   "Well, at least you're still here in one piece." I say.  "Shall I take
off that strip?"

   You nod.  Peeling off a small corner I tear the thing off in one sweep.
You think it will hurt, but it's gone before your can shout.  You take a
deep breath, shake you head in relief and say,

   "Gosh, Maria, that was incredible.  You really had me there.  I didn't
know if I was coming or going."

   "What are you talking about," I answer.  "I was in the café across the
park as I said.  I always do as I say.  You know that."

   "But Maria, then who was just here fingering my clit and driving me wild
with lust.  Who else but you would have known that I was here," you argue.

   I take a big swing and smack you face with my open palm.  You head is
thrown to one side by the blow.  Your cheek stings and more tears well up.

   "Listen Alessia, and listen well" I say.  "You don't disbelieve anything
I say, right?  And what's more, you don't argue or back chat.  Is that
clear?  Can you get that into that thick scull of yours?  I left you and
had some coffee like I told you.  Now you little tramp, you tell me what
you got up to while I was away." All this is going on, while you are still
back up against the tree with your legs spread.

   "I'm sorry," you say" please forgive me for doubting you, but I just
felt, hoped I guess, that it was you."

   "Don't go ranting on like this, you are beginning to bore me," I shout.
"What happened here?"

   And then you start to talk.  You really spill the beans.  You tell how
you were so wild, so sex crazed that you were humping yourself against that
finger that all you wanted there and then and all that mattered was the
orgasmic release that you sought.

   "Alessia" I say after the flow of your account has subsided, "I am
astonished.  You really are an even bigger slut that I thought.  An
intelligent girl like you humping yourself here on some strange finger.

   They say all the brains men have, are in their dicks, but it seems that
goes for some girls likewise.

   All the sense you seem to have is in your cunt, right?  I had thought
that you would be a little more faithful than to throw yourself at the
first tickling sensation on your lust button that comes along.  I would
have thought that you would be able to muster more self discipline than
that.  Our deal was, that I take charge of you and with that, that I and
only I take charge of your orgasms and if and when and how you have them.
And what do I find?  As soon as my back is turned, there you are, humping
yourself off on some stranger, male of female, we don't even know who it
was.  Perhaps it was one of the girls who walk the street further down from
here.  Perhaps you should just drag yourself there and take your place in
the gutter among the rest, for that's all you seem to be worth right now"

   "But Maria," you plead, "I was hoping it was you!  By thinking that it
was the only way I could bear that otherwise so awful and demeaning
situation.  Please don't be angry with me now.  I did not know what was
happening."

   "Oh, that's a fine one!" I reply with a sneer.  "We pack a pledge, but
Miss Perfect here has her little fingers crossed behind her back.  Little
Miss two face here leaves herself a little back door to sneak out of, when
she chooses.  To sneak out of an earnestly made binding agreement the
moment some stranger rubs her clit for a bit and she with a dripping cunt
is ready to toss herself off on them.  And then, when she gets found out,
when her mean deceit becomes so painfully public, when the person, she
pledged herself to finds out that she has just been used as an article of
convenience, that the trust and responsibility that she has taken for this
little tramp has just been thrown in the mud and trampled on, that this
little tramp for all her pleas for guidance and correction has shown
herself to be just what she is, a worthless tramp whose word, whose pledge
is worth nothing, then this little tart uses the twists in her mind to turn
everything upside down and wash all guilt from her by mewing: Oh Maria, I
thought it was you.  Well, ducky that strange fucker was not I and your
slobbering stream of lies won't wash.  You are a worthless trollop, that's
all you are.  You aren't worth a second of my time.

   You lie like stinking fish and I should throw you back in the mire from
where you come."

   Saying that I step behind the tree and in a few moments untie your
ropes.

   I walk off in a huff.  You are stunned.

   "Maria, please don't leave me here again" you plead.

   I turn around, grab the leash from your neck and stride off through the
bushes.  Once more tears stream from your eyes.  You are confused, ashamed
and miserable.  You feel mistreated and hurt.  But at least you are not
left alone here in the clearing.

   Meekly you follow behind.

   I stop again.  "Button up your coat you harlot," I say, "or do you
already want catch the urge of the next stranger who might pass by and want
me to stand and watch this time as he fucks you standing up against some
lamp post?"

   "No, of course not, Maria", you mumble.

   We walk back to my apartment as I continue my tirade of abuse,
reproaches and admonitions.

   You are lost, you are spent, and you are ready to agree to anything to
end this awful situation.

   For the first time since we left my apartment you start to feel the
cold. You start to shiver and tremble.  The cold and the shock have started
to hit you.  Just then we arrive at my apartment.  We step inside.  It is
warm.  Soft lights are on.  I reach up and unfasten your collar.  I take
you softly in my arms and holding you to me gently I whisper in your ear,

   "It's over now darling.  I love you.  You were great.  Thank you walking
this road with me."