My Name Is Pain Ch. 01

You had met him on the Internet, this Jonathan. He had the heart of a poet and a kind soul like you'd never experienced before. It probably would have ended right there if you hadn't been so bold. You had sent him your picture and he had come back with this ridiculous remark of wagering that women as beautiful as you would walk right past a man like him, never to give a second look. You had taken that bet and agreed to meet even though you both lived far apart. You happily won the bet and that weekend was magical, full of laughter and kindness with this shy, quiet gentleman. Unfortunately, Sunday evening came too soon and he was gone.

Monday came and after work you came home to find beautiful flowers awaiting you with a card saying simply "Well, shall we say this coming weekend, too?" This continued for some time, the weekends were wonderful but the days during the week seemed to drag by. His quiet demeanor and shyness was endearing at times, infuriating at others but you thought best to just let it pass. You knew of your own needs and a side of you that you didn't think you might ever let him see for fear of his reaction. You confided in your closest friend Rita, the one who knew you best, never seeing her smile as anything but pleasure for you. Instead, her mind was formulating a plan, one you didn't know about until it was too late.

Rita and you had always met every Thursday, sometimes for dinner and drinks, sometimes for something completely different. She and she alone knew of your very special need. It was a secret that you had never shared with anyone else. She had a key for your apartment; you'd grown to trust her to take care of things while you were away for whatever reason. Little did you know that your trust was about to be violated and so were you.

He had received the message over your usual game site early Thursday morning. It read, "Can you come in a day early? We need to talk."

He changed his plans immediately and arrived at your door that evening only to be greeted by a stranger, a diminutive 5' 3" brunette with matching eyes flecked with gold. "Hi, you must be Jonathan. I'm Rita, Shannon has told me so much about you, please come in. I hope you didn't mind me sending you that message but I felt it important that we meet and talk." For the next hour he sat there listening to her, his heart racing as she told him things that he otherwise might never have heard. Shortly thereafter they both left in her vehicle for a destination unknown.

When they arrived at what turned out to be her home she told him to wait in the living room, as she had to change first. If you could have seen the worry, the confusion, the lost soul he had become in the last hour you would have done anything to spare him that. Minutes passed and then Rita reappeared and when he saw her he turned his head away. "Why Jonathan, don't you find me attractive?" He couldn't answer, the sight of this woman dressed as she was and the things that he knew were about to happen had left him numb, speechless.

"Follow me" and she walked in front of him and with his head down he did so in her footsteps. They went down a flight of stairs and into a hallway, which led to a door. "Now, don't forget what we talked about and what you need to do." He could only nod his head in agreement and remember back to what she had told him not so long ago. "I am her dominatrix, she is my submissive. She needs a strong hand and I provide it for her. She's told me how shy you are, why you haven't even kissed her yet. You can never fulfill her needs, only I can do that."

"Have a seat in here" she said as she opened a door leading to a room with a single chair inside. "You'll be able to see everything through the one way glass and I'll prove to you what I have said." He sat and with a smile she closed the door and seconds later the other side of the glass was bathed in light and there you were. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling, your hands bound together you were dressed in a purple corselet with garters and stockings only. His eyes grew wide at the sight that till then he'd never dreamed he might see, the mirror providing a clear view of your head slumped forward while the speaker mounted in the ceiling enabled him to hear even your steady breathing.

He heard the door open, the hinges protesting and saw her walk into the room. Where before he had averted his eyes, now he took in the sight of a woman clad in leather, from head to toe. Her entire being had changed since they had arrived at the house, she walked like a lioness stalking her prey and as she reached you she grabbed your hair roughly, jerking your head back and with a smile toward the mirror kissed you thrusting her tongue down your throat. His head hung down as the gesture had the desired effect that she had known all along would happen.

She broke the kiss off, releasing you and your head once again fell to your chest. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, we were talking about this newfound friend of yours. What was his name? Jonathan wasn't it?" You remained silent until a cry came forth as she slashed you across your back with the crop she was carrying. "I asked you a question, answer me."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Softly, almost a whisper you say, "Yes Mistress, his name is Jonathan." She continued to walk around the helpless figure the whole time never taking her eyes off the mirror and the reflection that beamed back at her, knowing full well his eyes were locked on hers.

"So tell me about this Jonathan. If you lie I will know it and you will suffer more than ever before. Do I make myself clear? Good. So far everything you've told me speaks of a mild mannered, kind, caring man and we both know that's not what you need, right?"

The silence hung for a moment before your words came out, "I don't know."

He watched as anger flashed across Rita's face before she quickly regained her composure. "Interesting, now why would you say that my dear? He doesn't know you like I do or have you told him about your rather unique desires?"

He watched as your face rose into view saying, "No and he must never know. If he would ever find out," as your voice fell in volume and then your face fell as well, "I would lose him."

The smile returned to her tormentor's face as she made her way to stand directly in front of you. "That's true, he being the kind of gentleman you describe. Besides, he would never be able to do something like this." Her arm shot out and roughly grabbed your breast while her other hand slipped between your legs and began to rapidly finger your clit.

He listened as a gasp of pain and pleasure escaped from your lips and watched as your back arched and eyes rolled back in your head. Rita's hands administered to you but her eyes never left the mirror as she glared in contempt toward where she knew he stood. Your body began to shake helplessly from your precarious perch as she released her hold and picked up the crop again. The first blow landed across your breasts leaving a thin red line where it had made contact. The second to the back of your legs where they twitched as you found yourself caught between heaven and hell.

The third and final lash fell directly on your ass and with an almost animalistic scream your orgasm took you. Your body swinging to and fro as you were rewarded with wave after wave of the delicious feelings that you needed so badly. Your nipples stiffened even harder as your juices flowed freely down your leg forming a pool at your feet. This one had been the most intense ever and you couldn't help but wonder if it was caused from her imposing her will on you or because of your thoughts of him.

Slowly, oh so slowly you began to come down from the heights of your pleasure. The glow combined with the ache of your arms being held over your head for hours now. As your eyes fought to focus there stood Rita, her hands on her hips and her eyes locked upon yours. You tried to return her gaze but it took only seconds before your mind gave in and your eyes looked down. "Good, we'll have no more talk of this Jonathan."

If only you could have seen him at that moment. The eyes that you had seen as so blue were now filled with rage, almost black in their darkness. The shy, gentle man now stood with hands clenched, trembling with an anger like never before. He had pounded upon the glass during your torment and only the soundproof compartment could stop his howls of anger from being heard. His chest rose and fell quickly as he breathed in the air that fueled his desire for what even he did not know.

As your still body hung there, Rita made her way over to the window, stopping directly in front of it to smile at the figure behind and mouthed three words, "She is mine."

The blow to the window that followed was a viscous one and the man watched as the blood trickled down his injured hand. Rita turned and walked back to her victim saying, "By the way, I think this will help you forget about this, this Jonathan creature. I know it's been a secret desire of yours to suffer at the hands of a Master and I've made arrangements for someone special to join us tomorrow evening to fulfill your fantasy."

Your hair covered in sweat masked most of your face as you looked up and started to protest. One look at Rita standing there, riding crop in hand and you could only muster the words, "Yes Mistress."

"Well said, my dear. I'll return in a moment" as she made her way back out of the room. A few seconds later he heard the door opening and as he rushed to it there she stood, gun in hand. He stopped and she looked at his disheveled appearance, the blood trickling from his fingers. "Ah, so the lion awakes."

"I wouldn't try anything if I were you. It's too bad she couldn't have seen this side of you but instead you've lost and I've won. Now, you will leave this place and never return. You've seen how only I can provide for her what she truly needs. Now move" and with that she pointed with the barrel of the gun and escorted him back to the main entranceway. He turned about to say something but she shoved the barrel of the gun into his stomach saying, "Get out you bastard and if you ever come around her again I'll kill you." Seconds later she slammed the door and he stood alone.

TO BE CONTINUED...