The System

It’s a simple system, the guidelines laid out here and there, foolproof, we all benefit.

A message sent. My number returned.

A coded text; M is the only acknowledgement.

Fifteen minutes later an address.

I am already in the car by the time the address arrives on my blackberry, the highway about 15 minutes from my door.

I punch her address into my GPS, dawn is still hours away, the fall morning cool and fresh. I drive with the radio off, working through scenario and scene. Thoughts and past experiences flood through my mind as I imagine how the next 2 or 3 hours should go.

Her home is in a desirable part of Atlanta, nestled equidistant between the two prominent universities in town. The midtown skyline is barely illuminated above the tree lined streets. The driveway drifts eloquently around a small, well tended garden to a two-car garage perched on the side of the house. I pull to the end of the drive, take a deep breath and step out.

The entry door to the garage is open. I walk through the entry way and past two vehicles, both sedans which surprises me. Dealing with wrinkles and the unexpected is part of the game. I am rarely fazed by anything I see. I have walked away from multiple “visits”, but I am never flustered or panicked.

University parking passes are on both vehicles, “26.2” stickers on one, “life is good” on the other. Both cars offer a wealth of information. The light to the mud room is dim, a table lamp maybe. I walk through, check the first floor, and then head to the stairs. There is a sliver of light below the double doors; the only illumination in an otherwise black hallway.

I ease open the door, casting light into the hallway, a shadow leans against the wall inside a bedroom at the other end of the hall, she watches me, never moving, simply being. We make eye contact for a moment then she is behind me, my focus again on the room in front of me.

A woman kneels at the foot of the bed, arms behind her, not bound but wishing so. She is clothed, blouse and matching skirt, silk, conservative, pearls adorn her neck, her hair still tied up from the evening before. She is facing away from me, her body shows no indicator that I am here, and she is completely at rest. I quickly survey the room, well appointed, certainly not a room that exudes kink or sexual deviances, no porn videos, no dildos or strap-ons scattered about the furniture.

I place my small bag down and kneel behind her. She exhales slightly but offers no other signs that a stranger has entered her room. I never zip my bag; in a silent room like this a zipper can sound like a race car. From my bag I take 8′ of rope and bind her wrists together, she remains in perfect position. Her body is lithe, taut, I don’t have to look in the closet for yoga mat and running shoes but I know they are there.

I lift her slightly and pull her skirt from between her legs and her rear, spreading it in a circle around her on the carpet. With left hand I cover her mouth and nose, pressing tightly. My right hand finds the warm dark home between her legs. I drift lazily up her thighs, feeling the tingle from my finger tips. She leans her head back into my shoulder accepting her fate. Her vagina is warm, moist, she is wet from the anticipation, I explore briefly with thumb and forefinger then withdraw. I allow her air but she doesn’t suck or inhale violently, she simply opens her mouth slightly allowing air to flow and returns to position.

I push her forward till her head touches the bed, and raising her buttocks from the floor I lift her skirt, exposing white tender flesh. From my bag I remove a blue velvet sack numbered #3, return it and grab the next. The #2 sack is red, nestled therein is a glass hand blown butt plug, medium width, with a flat end to fit all the way inside her without protruding. I lube it generously.

Gently working my fingers around the rim of her anus I ply the lubricant until I can enter a single digit. She exhales softly as first tip then knuckle find purchase. A second finger follows the first as I gently stretch and work her to accept the bulbous glass plug that will soon stretch her to her limits.

Offering her the head of the butt plug she finally shows her first movement, her head begins to softly sway from side to side, a low moan from her mouth. As the glass intruder begins its absurd entry she begins to draw a deep heavy breath. I understand that physics dictates that something so wide will never fit into an orifice so narrow yet she stretches to accept her fate. As the plug violates her second sphincter she begins her moaning again burying her face deep into the pillow. I feel her tense and relax, tense and relax, every cubic inch of breath has been expelled from her lungs, and she gasps one final time as the last of the plug finds its home. Her anus contracts back around the butt plug holding it firmly in place. She sighs mightily.

I take my fingers and run them through her hair; she arches her neck and pushes gently back against my hands. I work my hands and fingers above her ears and back to the nape of her neck. She wriggles against me, offering me her cheek, I brush it with the back of my hand, and she kisses a finger as it glides past her mouth. I allow it to rest for a moment there then withdraw.

From my bag I take a heavy leather belt, the belt is so wide it will not fit through the loops of my blue jeans. I fasten it around her neck allowing the end to hang down her back. Using her hair I pull her back to me and drop my hands to her blouse, I rip violently, as the material tears and shreds between my fingers, she forms a single word but before she can expel it, I cover her mouth with my hand.

Silencing her swiftly, I pull her hard against my body, subduing her movements before the mood is spoiled. Again forcing her face into the pillow I take the knife from my belt and slice her blouse from neck to hem exposing her spine and bra. I pull her back to me and slice her bra between her breasts then cut the straps above each arm.

Her shirt and bra fall away to her wrists. I take both nipples between my fingers and roll them gently at first to gauge her need. She moans and pushes into my hands so I pinch and tease her further. She grinds against my hips and leg as I increase pressure on her nipples. Finally I pinch so violently that she shudders against my body, arching her back, trying to rise from her position, my teeth finding purchase in the tender flesh of her shoulder, jaws clenching as I force her back to her knees.

As I release her nipples and shoulder she shudders and slumps forward, I push my hand once more between her legs to find her soaked and the floor between her legs wet with her discharge.

Reaching behind me I take the violet wand from my bag and lay it by my side. Slipping the fingers of my right hand, freshly drenched by her cum into her mouth, I used my left hand to unbuckle my pants. She resists once more until I wrap my forearm around her throat and hold her firm. With my pants open I spring forth, cum glistened on the head of my erect penis, the mornings activities have left me hard as rock.

Using my forearm as leverage I force her torso lower, positioning her over the eager tip of my cock. She resists again slightly but begins to squirm as inch after inch of me slides deep inside her. When she was full and nestled against my groin she offers a single delicate sigh and arches once more against my body.

The flash of electricity from the violet wand against her breast almost forces her from my grasp, her surprise is so great. She raises herself violently before I heaved her down back onto my solid length. My free hand flies to the other breast as I hold her tightly on my cock. The next flash causes her to fly upwards again, I can feel the sensation of electricity coursing through her body, and again I drive her back down my length.

And so it carries on for many minutes, each crack of power courses through her breast and into my arm and cock, each fresh surge rockets her upwards till my arm brings her deeper onto my cock. She floods my legs and trousers as wave upon wave of orgasm sweeps over her. Her raggedy breath catches in her throat as she tries to form words but can only expel air and soft whimpers. As my orgasm quickens I begin a steady assault on her mid section, as the electric prod eases its way down to her vagina I draw closer and closer to eruption.

Finally as the electricity spears her clitoris I explode, the torrent from my long awaited release and the surges of electricity cause me to flood her insides with my cum.

She exhales in a huge dramatic fashion and falls forward. Her head rests listlessly on the duvet as she claws for breath.

I eased backwards, removing myself from her. On unsteady legs I retreat. She sighs again deeply and begins a deep mournful sobbing. Without a single word the woman who has been watching me as I entered takes my place behind her lover cradling her in her arms. I gather the tools of my trade, leave my belt around her throat, and exit the room as I had entered, quietly and without fan fare.

Till the next time.

A message sent. My number returned.

A coded text; M is the only acknowledgment.

Fifteen minutes later an address.