She's Mine

Chapter One : Serena

"Can't talk...I am all tied up at the moment." November says out loud as he types out the message and hits the send button on Serena's phone before throwing it back on the bedside table. His brown eyes gleamed under the black hood and half skull mask. Before November her life had been a complete blur, a boring blur. A boring blur, she desperately wanted to escape from, and November provided that escape... To escape from her high-pressure job as a practice manager of an addiction clinic called Pathways to a Better Life. All day long, she would make high-pressure decisions about clinic operations and try to keep the owner from running the clinic into the ground. A full-time job in itself was preventing the owner from having temper tantrums and firing employees for the slightest event, such as looking at him the wrong way. Her boss was high-strung, micromanaging and always had someone in his sights to fire. Serena worked hard to ensure that deserving employees kept their jobs. It was stressful. Which is why Serena needed moments like these, where she could completely give her trust and control to someone she trusted. At this particular moment, she was at November's mercy, and he had full control over everything, and he wasn't lying when he texted whoever that was that Serena was tied up at the moment. She was fully bound with November's green silk ties. He was so good at making the knots pretty and complimenting her bigger body type. The knots and rope patterns were like a work of art running all over her body, it made her feel beautiful and smaller than what she actually was. Serena had curves, that was for sure. She was what some people considered overweight, but in the bedroom her curves were in just the right places. She never had a man complain about her breasts, hips or ass once when they had her behind closed doors of the bedroom.

Serena moved her eyes to the leather flogger in his hand as he slowly approached her. His silence always slightly unnerved her, it usually meant he had an idea that was designed to make her squirm. A deliciously evil idea always meant to tease and edge her until she was completely out of her mind with lust. November was tall, and at the moment he was shirtless, with the body of a man who had once worked out but let himself gain a spare tire around the middle in his older years. He still had on his usual black jeans and, as always, the mask stayed on during their playtime. This particular mask was one of his own creations. It looked a bit like a villain from the wizard movie, and his brown eyes staring out at her from the eye sockets made the bone mask feel even more intense. Truth be told, his eyes were always intense during playtime. He was a Dom and the intense focus was meant to thrill his partners. It was one of the first things she had noticed about him online, it was what drew him to her. Serena had stumbled on his page while he was streaming, his eyes made her stop scrolling on the app. The leather flogger he had been making on the stream caused her to go in the chat room he was in. She had originally been fascinated with the process of making the product, but in a short time she became obsessed with the man in the mask, just as many of his leather-loving followers had become obsessed. His feral comments were fun to respond to and a great stress relief after a long day at work, when Serena was feeling underappreciated. The running joke of the stream was that November's type was female. Any female would do. In short, he was a man w***e, and everyone in the stream loved him for his honesty and feral nature. He never pretended to be something he wasn't. What you saw is what you got with November, and it was refreshing in Serena's world.

It was on these streams where he was always saying he was looking for product testers and, at a particularly wine-induced moment, Serena volunteered since they lived only a few towns apart. That was how this rope journey had begun. Alot of women on the stream chats loved to live in the fantasy of the online masked men epidemic, so Serena didn't think anything would actually happen at her offer. She hadn't realized that November was actually serious and, after a few messages on and off the app, they met up at her house and made every feral comment she had ever made to him come true. It was a good match for both of them, and they started meeting up once a week on Saturdays or Sundays, depending on their schedules.

Today she was currently in her bedroom tied up on her own bed, while he ran a leather flogger of his own creation over the silk ties binding her in place. Lightly caressing her body, which sent jolts of shivers to her body where the straps touched her. Serena's ass was already raw from being spanked with the same flogger moments ago. She watched as they lightly touched her skin before looking up into November's masked face and looking directly into his eyes. The sides of his eyes crinkled, and she knew he was smiling beneath the mask as he lifted both eyebrows once in a suggestive, dominant fashion. He took the resin handle of the flogger and rubbed it on her wet p***y, she released a moan and tried to move against the flogger for more friction. Her body was begging for more physical touch than he had been allowing the last hour. November's hand shot out and pressed into her hip, stilling her movement.

"I didn't give you permission to move bunny..." he said gruffly as he removed the handle from her folds. He leaned next to her ear and growled deeply, sending shivers down her spine before following the growl by saying, "Little rope bunny, you better sit still, or you're going to get punished... Do you understand?" His free hand found her hip again, and he gave it a bruising squeeze in warning.

"Yes, sir." Serena said breathlessly as she looked down at her green roped body while November brought the flogger back to her p***y and rubbed the resin handle on her once more. She closed her eyes and moaned while he played with her, rubbing it up and down her clit. He then began to make wide circular motions, and she felt the smooth bulb-shaped handle move over her again and again. With each circle, her breathing got heavier, and she felt herself rising into a delicious climax.

Gods, she thought, I don't know how much longer I can sit still. He knows exactly how to turn me into a quivering mess. Serena looked up at November and could feel the pleading coming from her eyes as he stroked her with the handle, though her mouth did not dare say the words out loud. He removed the handle from her once more and tossed the flogger on the floor. "We are done with this, time for your toy bunny..." He opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her hot pink vibrator and switched it on. "No need for lube... you're wet and ready aren't you?" He said as he looked down upon her.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl, Bunny." November slides the vibrator between her folds and turns it on. Serena moans and her muscles tighten under the ropes. November's gaze moved to Serena's face and, with the combination of his aggressive gaze, the ropes and the vibrator was almost too much to handle for her. November gave a dark chuckle as he coated the vibrator with her juices, without looking at what he was doing. He shoved the vibrator in her cunt and turned it to the maximum pulse the vibrator had. It felt so good as her p***y clenched around something after all the torturous play. Serena gasped at the force and moaned at the vibrations as he slid it in and out of her roughly. Though one hand controlled the vibrator, his other hand was holding her shoulder still so he could drive into her deeper. Closing her eyes, she allowed for all the sensations to overtake her. A longing for release rises within her, the prolonging of the release builds her up like a beautiful crescendo. Serena tilted her pelvis slightly, the only movement she could manage while bound in this position, her body physically begging to c*m.

"Want more?" November asked gruffly, his eyes shining with a possessive gaze that made Serena's p***y clench more around the vibrator. She released a moan and nodded vigorously.

"Words. Now." he said darkly. His voice was not aggressive, but his tone implied punishment if compliance wasn't met.

Serena swallowed and bit her lip before panting out, "Yes.... More.." He pulled the vibrator from her p***y leaving her clenching on nothing and moaning in dissatisfaction, protesting at the loss of it inside her.

"Beg for it." November said sternly. Standing over her, still holding the vibrator, while it was still pulsing in his hand. He towered over her, looking down on her as the sense of loss reached her eyes. Serena, frustrated, growls lowly and almost cries at the empty feeling of loss. The internal torture of the on and off process that November puts her through every time. Almost bringing her to the edge of screaming. "Now!" he said again in his deepest, darkest voice. Her favorite voice. His patience is running out with her not doing as he says immediately. She has a choice to make brat, or comply. If she decides to brat, he will surely prolong the torture more. Or swallow her brat side and give in so she receives what she ultimately wishes. The only sound in the room was the pulse of the vibrator firmly in his hand as he waited for her answer.

"Please.... November.. Please give me more..." Serena pleads, swallowing her brat down, wanting release more than punishment.

"Good girl... Say it again." November undoes his belt, removes his pants and strokes his c**k with his free hand while observing Serena's struggle to beg again. Knowing her brat side wants to take over.

"November, I need it.. Please give it to me."

"What do you need?" he says as he stokes his shaft faster and rubs the head of his c**k between strokes.

"I need it inside of me." Serena begs breathlessly.

"The toy? Or me?" he asked steadily as he pumped his c**k, allowing a moan to escape his own lips from behind the mask.

"You." Serena whispered as a moan escaped her lips as she watched November stroke his long hard c**k.

"I dunno..." He teased, "You seemed to have been enjoying the toy." He stopped stroking himself and placed the vibrator on her clit once more, letting the vibrations wind her up tight once more. He stared at her clit unblinkingly, watching her juice drip down the toy as he played with her. Deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"Please...Please... Your..." she cries out in pleasure before begging once more. "I need your cock.."

"That's my girl." he says as he thrusts into her hard and places the vibrator on her clit once he was inside her. The combination is overstimulating and Serena was almost in tears from pleasure. November's c**k slid in and out of her with vigor, almost sliding completely out of her before jamming himself to the base of his c**k in repeated thrusts. He groans and with each thrust he says their personal agreement, "Mask.. stays... on.. baby.. girl..." Each word uttered by him was combined with a thrust that made it feel like he was going to burst through her. Serena's body struggling against the ropes, sending a dark chuckle from November's chest as he stroked the vibrator on her hip.

"I'm better at knots than that baby... You know better than to try and get out... f**k you're so tight." He placed the vibrator down and spread her clit observing himself slamming in and out of her. Watching her coat his d**k, he hissed in pleasure at the observation. His thrusts increased as he began to lose control in the moment. November caressed the green silk ropes, occasionally tugging playfully on the bindings. "Good rope work means you can't get out no matter how hard you try." He slapped her ass hard and left a bright red mark and groaned as he watched the red spot get darker. "Such a good f*****g girl!"

Serena moaned as November pushed in harder, spanking her and caressing her ass between spanks. November's eyes found hers beneath his half bone mask. She could hear him panting and groaning under the mask. But his eyes, those intense eyes, were hard to look away from. Serena was lost in the sensations of pain, pleasure and dominance. With one final bruising thrust he shoved into her and spilled inside as he toyed with her clit between his fingers. "c*m baby girl." And with his permission she did. She loved the feeling of releasing on his command. The feeling of having no control, yet complete control of her body at the same time. She shivered as she dripped on his c**k. November slowed his pace, savoring the tightness of her p***y around him, and when he pulled out of her he pulled his mask off. His black beard streaked with grey and his bald head revealed as he tried to catch his breath. He was sweating bullets, f*****g with a mask on is no joke. It is a lot of work and causes the wearer to overheat. He pants while wiping his face and beard with the same hand that had been slapping her ass relentlessly. Turning to the nightstand, he picked up his phone and wiggled it with a smile. "Let me take a few?"

"Sure," Serena agreed and waited patiently while he found the right angles, snapping photos and smiling at his handy work. He then untied her and handed Serena the phone to approve of the photos before saving them. He always did this with photos, made sure she liked what he took before keeping them. She smiled and handed the phone back to him, "Nice. Saving them to the rope bunny folder?" she asked.

"Abso- f*****g- lutely." He grinned as he hit save and checked the time on his phone before replacing it on the nightstand once more and lying on the bed. "I've got about an hour... What do you need, baby girl?" he inquired, referring to the required aftercare.

Serena rubbed her wrists in a few places on her body where the rope got bitey. "Cuddles. Hold me?"

"As you wish." He holds his arm out and beckons Serena to curl up into his chest. She smiled before laying on his chest and kissing it lightly. He trails his hand along her body gently while they lay in silence. His touch sent electric pulses down her body. He has always had this effect on her. Turning her to fire with a slight touch, his voice had the ability to make her wet instantly, which is why they were so good in this rigger and rope bunny situation. He was a natural at her kinks and she wasn't ever afraid to communicate with him because of how open he is online about everything he is into. He was her safe place to be.

Serena takes a deep breath before asking the same question she dreads after every session: "How's your wife?"