A Work in Progress

I know she had been watching me. I could feel it every time I had my back to the room. Who she was exactly I am not sure but I knew the weight of her gaze. It burned and tingled all at the same time. I knew that I shouldn't feel the way I did. I knew that this boring gaze should have me running in the opposite direction. Any rational person would go to the police with such a stalker but she made me feel wanted even sexy. I could feel my arousal heighten each time the hair on the back of my neck prickled.

I was at a club the first time she approached me. The music pounded its rhythm into the ground as it reverberated into every dancers chest making each person more willing to throw reason aside and move as primitively as we were meant to move. I wanted abandon that night, I sought it as no other before me. With each drink, each new song the disc jockey played I threw myself into abandon. I willed it to catch me and whisk me away forcing me to leave behind all inhibitions.

What did it matter if this mans hard protruding member rubbed against my back? I didn't care who groped me or what hand brushed my throbbing cunt. It was then, with the room spinning, the lights flashing and the music blaring that she chose to stalk over to me. It was as if all the world slowed down at her approach. Instead of the heavy beating of the bass filling me the only thing I could hear was the sharp clippity clap of her heels against the hard floor. I knew it was her, I knew the moment I felt her eyes fall on the center of my back and I felt the familiar prickle of hair rise. My heart beat to every striking clap of her heels. I couldn't bring myself to turn and finally find the face of my stalker. I could only focus on the sound her heels made and marvel at how it seemed that with each strike of the ground my cunt seemed to beat even harder.

She stood so close I could feel the hot push of her breath against my ear. She was all fire and velvet. Strikingly smooth ivory hands reached for my arms as her voice tumbled forth from her mouth, "Come" she said. That one word vibrated straight to my core leaving me breathless and weak kneed. It was not a soft inquiring tone it was an order poured over gravel muffled by the finest velvet. My limbs obeyed her order as though built only for obedience to her. I was marched off the dance floor with her powerful gasp upon my forearms and the heat of her body pressed tightly against my back.

The fear in the pit of my stomach mingled with the previously consumed drinks made my head spin. I had a thousand questions roaring in my head, banging uselessly against my intoxicated brain. The alcohol made me stupid and all real thought was covered in a blanket of haze. I almost stumbled when we reached the street.The cold and relative brightness of the street lamps made me want to struggle so that I could escape into the darkened warmth of the club. Just as I was about to try for an escape her voice rumbled forth again in a commanding but oddly conversational way, "try and escape and learn what happens to little girls who don't follow orders". Regardless of the casualness in her voice I knew she would not make empty threats. As I relaxed my limbs she made some exotic sound that she was able to pass as a form of approval. In any other situation that utterance could have been described as a moan. The moment it fell from her lips I gave an involuntary shutter. I could feel a very real animal desire rise in me, causing the meeting of my thighs to grow damp with want.

As we neared a darker street I could make out the outline of a very sleek black Sedan. I quivered with fear and anticipation. As we neared the Sedan a very tall androgynous womyn got out of the car dressed rather elegantly in all black. Her thin frame was complimented by her fiery red hair and moonlight kissed skin. Her oval face perfect in every way. It was too dark to see her eyes but I knew with the same certainty as being completely aware of my stalker that her eyes would be the softest jade green. She stole my breath surer then any blow to my person. Taken aback with her as I was I failed to notice the role of duct tape in her hands. My unseen captor held me steady as she came toward me with more grace then any gazelle. She moved as though the air held a secret rhythm that played only for her pleasure. The street light played with the rich red of her hair as she came within kissing distance of me. I knew then what Athenians must have felt being in the presence of their deities. I could scarcely breath with want to touch her and fear to run in the other direction. When her smooth hands made contact with my burning flesh I knew I would never want to be touched by another for as long as I lived. I had thought my unseen captor had been power incarnate but upon seeing this great beauty I knew that power was not hard nor rough as my unseen captor appeared to be but a gentle owning of ones will. There was no giving of my consent, this goddess did not need consent for she owned me. I had only known the illusion of free will until I had met my Mistress.


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Nena