A HARD LESSON TO LEARN by Naughty lil gsxr (gixy)

She hangs in a cold and isolated basement. He shackles her conscience and her love the only thing that keeps her here. Drifting in and out of conscious. Her senses taking it all in. The musty air teasing her nose. The taste of the air even bitter. The water droplets dripping from the ceiling consistently hitting her forehead. Almost like the torture they used in WW2. The only thing worse is her guilt. The consistency of the dripping takes over putting her in a trance. Taking her back to "the day". Tat horrible day when it all began... Her Dom was working. He had been gone one 3 weeks though it felt like months. Every waking moment was torture for her. Not being touched. Not feeling loved. Not having the attention she needed. What could she do though...? He was working. The loneliness of everyday consumed her like a sickness.

On one particularly hard day she confided in a friend. Told him of her troubles and how she was alone and gently he touched her cheek trying to soften the situation. The touch was warm, inviting and kind. More attention than she had in the weeks her Dom had been gone. Her eyes met his, and she became entranced. She remembered how he leaned in to kiss her. Brushing her hair behind her ear as he cupped her cheek in his hand. The memories flooded back like a raging river she couldn't stop. The way he stood and took off his belt. Wrapping it around her throat and wrists. Pushing her against the countertop his fingertips slid between her legs. Brushing against her deprived clit. She remembered the way she moaned. A soft vulnerable moan. How she wanted him to stop but couldn't find the words to say it. Just then she felt something slide inside her, filling her completely. The feeling was horrifying yet delicious. She was torn between a rock and a hard spot. She wanted him but didn't. Need the attention and couldn’t take it. She felt him begin to thrust, his fingers still working her clit as her juices began to seep from her body. She tried not to orgasm but couldn’t stop. Suddenly a pressure tightened around her wrists and throat. He was pulling on the belt he had tied around her. He was forcing her to cum, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stop if he pulled.  Suddenly a rush of pleasure and hate flowed thru her body. She hated herself for doing this to her Dom. She loved him but the loneliness was out of control. Her body unable to control itself releases her cum. All down her legs it flowed. The man pushed her against the counter and pulled out of her soaking wet pussy forcing his load all over her ass. After he left she dropped to the floor sobbing for her love herself and for what she had done.

Hearing the door creek from upstairs she looks up praying somehow, someway he could forgive her. She knew there was no emotional attachment to her friend but would that be enough to save her love. She needed her Dom. Not because he was her Dom but because he was her lover her friend. Her confidant. She dropped her head and sobbed. Refusing to forgive herself for the crime she had committed. He could never punish her as badly as cruelly as horribly as she could with her guilt. At that moment she fully realized what he meant to her. She would do anything for him, if he could just do this one thing for her. She promised herself she would spend the rest of her life making it up to him. The silence consumed her as she knew he wasn't coming down for her and didn't know when or even if he would. Her tears creating a puddle on the floor as she learns the lesson of a lifetime... U never know what u have till it's gone