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Manza Monday: Domination: A Tale of Submission, Pt. 1

April 9, 2018

 

I can hear the gentle pitter patter of his feet as he stalks me. My pulse races as I hear him getting closer to where I am hiding. I love our game of hide and go hunt we play. It pushes the anticipation of the taking to new heights as he hunts me down. I hear him get closer and I turn and run from him. The wind whips my hair and gown all around me as I Dodge tree limbs. The bottom of my gown tears away as it catches on thorns. He runs behind me not that far away, and I can feel his presence as he gets closer. Chills race up and down my spine as I start to feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I push myself to go faster, building the anticipation, not wanting the chase to end just yet. I can feel my lungs burning and my chest heaving as I race down the dirt path, feeling the cool earth on my bare feet. We have played this game many times before.

 

I remember the first time I ever saw him staring at me from across the room. He was wearing an all black owl feather mask, with matching wings hooked to his back. I imagined how soft and sensual his cape would feel sliding against me. Watching the hungry way his eyes seemed to bore into my soul sent a full body shiver through me. I backed away from the table I was standing at turned abruptly and ran as if the hounds of hell were after me. The cold air outside helped cool my heated skin. Something about this man seemed familiar. As if we were two pieces of a puzzle fit together perfectly. I knew that soon I would have to leave before I did something stupid.

 

As I turned to walk the path to get back into the room so I could leave, I felt a hand grab my arm and push me against the lattice. I could feel my adrenaline rushing through me as I prepared myself to fight for my life. Just as I swung my fist out to hit my assailant he grabbed both arms and pinned them above my head, before I realized it was him. Fear turned to lust as he crushed his mouth to mine. I could feel his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as I gasped for air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my his against him roughly, not caring who saw. His fingertips skimmed up my ribs and lightly brushed my already peaked nipples. Just as I felt like I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, my masked man released my mouth from its brutal assault, released my arms from above my head, and removed my legs from his waist. As he turned to go he straightened his clothes and bowed slightly. I could feel my shaking, shivering, body sliding down the lattice as I tried to compose myself.

 

The next time I saw him was from across the aisle. I watched him move around the crowd. He had already looked at me multiple times and with a stare so intense I could feel my heart start to beat faster as I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I backed up to the wall and felt my way to the door. I made my way down the hall and out the side door. I smelled the smoke filled air and saw the great big bonfires out in the distance. I could hear the rhythmic beating of the drums. I could feel my heart try to beat its way out of my chest. I tried to find somewhere quiet to go to so I could settle down and cool off. I stumbled over to the large padded chaise lounges and collapsed into a jumbled mass of nerves. I knew I shouldn’t have come to the party tonight. My damn curiosity got the best of me. I had often heard about the parties. Mostly heated whispers between older women who liked to live a little more vicariously then I did.

 

My eyes were closed as I lay there trying to calm my heart some more. I could hear someone’s shoes clacking across the rocky path. When I reached my hand up to remove my mask someone’s hand closed over my wrist stopping me. Without opening my eyes I knew who had grabbed my hand. I could feel his other hand drift down my leg and caress my calf. My legs trembled as they started to drift apart as he continued to trail his hand up my leg. I was squirming with anticipation of his kiss. Time seemed to slow down as I tried to remove my hand from my mask. He released my hand, but when I reached up to remove the mask again, he tied something soft and slippery around one hand as he grabbed my second hand and tied both arms above my head to the back of the chaise. I opened my eyes to watch him he slid something over my face and covered my eyes. I knew instinctively that we were only getting started.

 

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and could feel myself itching to climb out of my skin and get as close to him as possible. When he finally kissed me my stomach flipped from arousal. The lighter he ran his hands up my sides, the more I squirmed. Suddenly the drums in the distance stopped as I continued to struggle against the restraints on my arms. I pulled away from his kiss in an attempt to breathe. I felt the bindings on my arms slacken as he untied me. I reached down to pull my mask off and straighten my skirt, and by the time I got myself put together and looked up, he was gone.

 

 

 

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