(this is another story from the Breathplay Fetish site that I wrote, please hit play before reading)
I sat at the same small table in the cafe for the past two weeks after I first came in. In the corner, back to the wall. Able to see everyone who comes in. I came here on a recommendation. The coffee is great, the muffins are lovely, the cafe itself is super-cold as there is almost no heat during the winter...but its the view I come for.
By accident, I was sitting at the table when she came in that first day. Taller than me, but then again everyone is taller than me, always wearing boots, always looking beautiful, put-together...and severe. Like a mistress or goddess. Sometimes, she would come in with a cruel smile that...well, made my heart beat a little faster.
Ever since that first day, I made sure I came in at the same time so I could see her. I know I was being a little stalker-rific, but I imagined what it would be like to be on my knees before her. It's been awhile since I've come across someone who I wouldn't mind taking control of me when I needed them to.
Today was another cold day. I had on my red, thin sweater and long skirt with a fleece over the sweater. And my white, leggings going into ankle boots with a scarf around my neck. And I was still cold. But, I forgot about being cold when she walked in at her usual time.
She was not hiding what she was today. Amazing, black boots up to her knees, black skirt, and a black, woolen trench coat. I could see the kid gloves coming out of her coat sleeves that looked like latex, the fishnets on her legs, and black blouse that on second look, I realized that it was latex.
I finally noticed that I was staring at her; just like everyone else. I saw the time on my cell and knew I had to go to work. I fumbled with my plate a little and my legs seemed a bit shaky. I managed to make it to the counter without dropping anything, putting my cup and plate into the bin when she came up behind me.
I looked down to my right and saw her gloved hand. I looked to my left and saw the other one. Trapped. I felt her move against me and suddenly I was shy and scared, so I froze.
She leaned into me. Even through my fleece, I could feel her breasts. I wanted to whimper and push back for the pleasure of feeling her chest. But instead, my chin dropped and I closed my eyes, my little hands holding tightly to the edge of the counter.
She slipped her arms around my stomach and gently pulled me against her body. I could smell jasmine and realized her face was next to my ear.
She was whispering, “I bet if I slipped my fingers into your nasty cunt, they'll come back wet."
My face burned red. Embarrassed and horrified. Because it was true.
Still whispering into my ear, “Oh, you're shaking...are you scared? Do I scare you? Good. I should scare you. I caught you staring at me since the first time you came in...do you like looking at me? Did you think I wouldn't notice, that I might do something about it? Do you regret looking at me now?”
I found myself, eyes still closed, shaking my head no.
She squeezed me and spoke softly, “Mmmmmm.....”
She released me. I opened my eyes and I let up a little on my death grip with the counter. I was hoping that she would just let me walk away with my shame. Walk out and never come back. I was so mortified.
Instead, her gloved hands held my shoulders, and she leaned into my other ear, whispering again, as if she was telling me a secret. She squeezed my shoulders until they hurt and hissed into my ear, “I think you want to get into the limo just outside of the cafe. I think you want to get inside of it. You want to because you know I will be there...”
Biting my lip, I felt my knees growing weak. I shook my head no.
She pulled me into her, my back on her chest again, a harsh whisper, “You want me to put you in handcuffs. You want to be helpless when I strangle you with your own scarf. You want me to kiss you while you struggle for air....”
I heard myself in a small and fragile, voice, “P-p-please...stop...”
I could almost feel the cold smile, “You want me to keep you in leather and lace. You want me to keep you ropes, cuffs and leather. You want your little mouth to be gagged...say it...”
I whimpered, face burning because the cafe was so quiet and everyone was watching and listening....
Squeezing my shoulders, “You want me to choke you...to hang you...you want to suck in the plastic from a bag. You want to feel the burn, the panic, to struggle and beg and plead...you want to go under...”
I hid my burning face in my hands.
“You want me to keep you in bondage. You want me to hurt you. You want me to pleasure you. You want me to take your breath away. You know that you want it. You want me to-”
Tears in my eyes, I blurted out, “PLEASE!!!!”
She stopped. It was very quiet in the cafe. I was shaking, almost crying. She softly kissed the top of my head. Both hands flew to my mouth to stop the moan, instead, I made a needy sound into my hands.
Sternly she said, “You have sixty seconds to join me outside. Otherwise, you will never see me again.”
She left me horribly shaken. I was unexpectedly devastated. I listened to her boots as she walked away. Heard the door open and close. And I heard how horribly quiet the cafe was.
Head bowed, I found myself turning and walking to the door. My legs so weak and rubbery, I was afraid I would fall. I walked out into the cold and didn't feel it because she was standing there. Door open to the limo. Waiting for me.
And I knew right then, even though she had known exactly what I wanted, I also knew that she wanted me. Silently, I walked to her, and gave us both what we wanted: love, sex and pain. With a deliciously cruel smile, she said the one last thing to win me over....
“Slut."
Hope you liked my little story!!
-Suzy
