Lvl 3 Assignment

He was embodied darkness, beautiful, her god, and she would never leave him… would not, could not… for he had opened her eyes to a world that fulfilled something within her, a meaning and a need so obscure, she found it difficult to explain… even to herself. She would never turn her back on this new life, and never to Marcus. Morgan raised her chin to look upon him again, raven black bangs gently curled against his forehead and temples and fell in front of hard black eyes, full of compassion and caring. He had soft but taut bronzed skin, defined muscles, well proportioned body. Indeed, they had come a long way since she met him as a senior at the university…

Their relationship with each other had built up to this point, and for the first time there was a sense of anxiety that hung about them both, even under the surface of Marcus’ expressionless façade. He only now nodded to her and allowed for a soft smile, “You were late.” He studied her a moment before continuing. “Your punishment tonight will be documented by myself.” With a quick glance, he gestured towards the camera at the end of the bed.

Morgan stiffened slightly in apprehension, then turned her head to the camera, which stood pitched on its stand, seeming to peer at her body with a wide eye. A slight shudder eased through her and filled her with hesitant tension. She was not all too confident of her body, even with her perfect rounded breasts and smooth creamy skin she didn’t feel satisfied with her slight tummy or plump thighs and behind. She did know however, that Marcus enjoyed her assets and would not hesitate in pushing her to exploit them as he was doing now, even if indirectly. It made her uncomfortable, and she knew that he could see it as plainly as the perked peaks of her breasts. Morgan frowned, “Is this really necessary… Sir?”

He tilted his head, perking a brow. “Question me once more and I will bind you to the balcony for the neighbors to see. Do you want that?”

Biting her tongue, she looked away, feeling flushed with the rising heat in her thighs and only shook her head abruptly. “No sir.”

“Good. Now be still.”

Scarlet-lined leather cuffs were buckled fittingly around the smalls of her wrists, either one fashioned with a metal link. Two more were clasped around her ankles making her body clench with eager desire. This made him smile now as his fingers stroked along the leather choker around her tender throat. His hand proceeded to stroke over the hollow of her throat, his thumb grazing over the line of her jaw with sent smooth waves of comfort through the girl’s heart. It was not long after that the rubbery bit was fastened tight around her head, her teeth pressing down on it as though to test it briefly. A black satin mask soon blocked out her sight, signaling her to wait for his instruction. She felt like a child there, naked and bound, having no direction and only feeling the pang of vulnerability ringing through her mind.

A gentle but firm hand guided her hip to the bed. “Lay down.” The words were brisk and low, holding a rippling resonance that sent a chill up her spine as she crawled onto the mattress.

She didn’t need to see to get into her place, back firmly settling into the center of the bed as her Master desired. Her breathing was soft and warm over the bit in between her supple lips, her black wavy tresses weaving against her shoulders. Either hand was roughly pulled upwards over her head and was seemingly clipped to a shaft, what she believed was the wooden rod they had used times before. She tested it briefly to check it for security, then paused. For a moment the camera had slipped her mind in the darkness that clouded her vision and it immediately sent a wave of reticent self-consciousness through her being, making her heart quicken.

Her ankle was grabbed and pulled towards the end of the bed, but all nervousness was awoken that she pulled back. For a moment nothing happened, until an abrupt shot of pain snapped over her thigh. Morgan’s leg drew back toward her from the blow, which resulted in three more crisp, loud smacks of the whip across her legs. Her teeth clenched down on the bit, whimpering as the pain warmed over the soft of her thighs and immediately opened her legs wide, exposing her small pink nether lips. A click of a link on her left ankle, followed by another on the other foot caught her immediate attention, her legs soon being pulled wider and more spread as they were hoisted. Her breathe caught in her throat, feeling the lens of the camera staring between her legs.

A click was heard, followed by a quick burst of light that spilled over her body, making her tighten once more.

“See my pet, was that so bad?” The words were deceivingly soft. She knew she had defied him by withdrawing, but still.. she could only wait.

Rough hands worked up her breasts, his forefingers and thumbs rolling her sensitive nipples between the fingertips. For a moment she almost thought that it was fine, until they tightened over the peaks, pulling them and twisting them around. The hands let go, the quickly fading burning followed by a sharp smack of his whip. The leather cracked hard over the soft mounds, making her groan as her body writhed beneath them. Every beat grew harder, more rigorous- increasing in speed and blazing over her reddening skin, making her gasp.

“More?” She heard the question over the smacks of the whip, her sore breasts making her eyes tear. Before she could answer, the leather streaked across the soft flesh between her legs, burning over her clit and stinging her labia. Her muscles went rigid, hips twisting against the leather straps as they whipped over her pink lips. The scorching torment seemed to multiply, rousing a hunger and a need that could almost drown the agony. “Puhlisssh-“ Her cries came out broken, her sex stinging savagely under the strikes that raged in succession.

“Beautiful, you’re doing lovely.”

The pain exploded over her inner thighs and abdomen, her chest heaving. Her hips lifted and slammed back upon the mattress covers, her mind seeming lost in an oblivion caught between passion and suffering. Morgan’s body was growing feverish with longing, her juices slowly easing out of her wet pulsating muscles as the straps slapped over her throbbing flushed lips.

She was sobbing when the cracks began to slow, eventually dulling to a sensual stroke across her stomach, the hotness of the lashings lingering across her skin. Playfully he breasts were slapped, followed by a warm kiss to her forehead. His kiss was soft and lazy, but she was all too aware of his hand trailing over the soft of her stomach, then over the slight mound between her thighs. His thumb pressed over her clit, pushing the tiny nub back against her skin hard. The pressure created sparks of pleasure that pulsed under his touch, a soft moan echoing over the bit in her mouth. The pressure was drawn in circles against the nub, rousing a maddening sense of dire need within her body that rippled up her spine.

A quick pinch heightened sparked over her nerves, drawing her hips up against his palm, her muscles contracting with the swelling pleasure that was building steadily. “Good girl.” The words where whispered, smoothed in his light satisfaction.

Briefly he kissed her temple, smelling her sweet and subtle perfume. He would be careful in hurting her, it pained him deep down to do so yet in the same instance, it incited a darkened passion only to be matched by her own deep desires. He would hurt her, break her… then love her as she deserved.

His fingers danced up the soft of her tummy, the skin delicate and smooth.. his other hand extending to take two black clips. For a moment his eyes gazed on her, she- looking full of waiting and vulnerability under the black band of her mask- could only remain still in her expectation. He obliged her immediately, letting the black clips snap over the tender tips of her nipples. The plastic ends squeezing over the flesh and making her moan over the bit.

He smiled, brushing the hair out of her face and gently stroking her cheek.

The moment seemed an eternity, the pain vibrating over the rounded mounds of her breasts. Teasingly she felt the clasps being tugged, her teeth clenching hard over the bit as her chest heaved. When it stopped once more, the peaks slowly numbed, her body immediately greeted with the strike of a thin leather cane. It streaked heavy across her skin, a deeper pain that she’d never felt before that was sent searing across her hide and took her breath out of her throat.

Her eyes shut tight behind the mask she wore, concentrating hard and enduring every moment. Even as the anguish flashed over her, the aching and ferocity increasing exponentially that she could no longer withhold her tears, it invigorated her, made her feel unattached to the reality of the blows he laid upon her lovely body. It was with love and discipline, and that filled her with something indescribable…

A brief moment and two fingers pushed deep between her lips, twirling gently. Her muscles clenched against it, her body pushing to them pleadingly. His fingertips curled upwards making her tremble even while the burnings of the welts plagued her. The fingers then withdrew slowly, dragging out and over the pink flesh and wiping the sticky nectar over her lips and nub for lubrication.

Marcus entered her, the warm phallus pulsing as it pushed into the tight opening.

Morgan’s back pressed hard against the bed, feeling her lips spread to her Master’s girth, filling her and arousing her body as it stroked her insides. The bulbous head pushed through her flesh, making her moan and proceeding further within her until her thighs met his abdomen. It began to recede then push back into her slowly, her own tightness gripping the shaft and massaging it with every caress.

Her nerves were drawn under the sensation, fueling a need that drowned all reason and pain.. until his cane cracked across her belly once more with renewed ardor.

The black leather snapped over her breast as he forced his weight behind the hardened phallus, making her cry out loudly over the bit, the massive thing withdrawing until the tip rested on her labia only to buck back into the slick crevice.

Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure jolted through her, muscles tightening as the stinging persisted with each sudden bite of the leather. Morgan’s mind clouded with feverish desire, the markings from the welts only fueling her arousal. Every thrust of his hips sent trails of juice streaming down her delicious thighs, every break of the leather reddening her skin and to the point of bleeding. She thrived on it. Every bit torment made her all the more aware, all the pain building on the pleasure that her breathing was now sporadic and hoarse with passion even as the tears streamed her face in a blur of undefined loyalty. Every joint ached that she strained to move her wrists, but it seemed to no longer matter in the bliss that was unfolding like the swell of unrestrained power.

He ravished her, fucked her, as the pleasure reached it’s peak, rippling through her body and causing the muscles to grip his shaft all the more as she cried, her orgasm rolling within her hips then bursting out in waves that Marcus whipped her faster for a moment as she felt her juices gush and push against his organ, leaving it slick with her secretions. Her back arched against the mattress as it stole her breathe, draining her energy as her sensitivity peaked- but he did not stop as a loud string of incoherent utterances spilled from her mouth. Morgan's body jerked against her chains, her moans dulling into a pleading whimper.

With a loud grunt, Marcus forced his own orgasm into her, the flesh milking his hot seed into her lips with a shudder, filling her with warmth. She hadn’t realized it, but the lashings had ceased and whimpering softly, she breathed… her body throbbing and feeling hot as her tears kissed her cheeks.

Carefully he was withdrawn from her, still hard and leaving her feel empty as she relaxed against the covers.. Slowly the bit was loosened from her lips, the soreness fading from her jaw. She smiled faintly, feeling weak as the sticky, hot tip of her master’s shaft touched her lips. Immediately she obliged him, her supple mouth parting to take the phallus against her tongue and gently curling it about his girth, sucking on him softly until their juices were gone from his cock.

Swallowing the saline, sweet taste, she lay there lazily, wincing and breathing quietly now as she rested on the bed. Her legs were carefully released, her hands soon after. She felt tired and happy even with the bruises that stung against the cool air of the room which gently caressed over the soft sheen of sweat that remained over her torso.

At last her mask was removed, she to stare at the loving face of her Marcus, gorgeous as he was, with his hair kissing his temples and smiling down at her while moving his hand to brush away her tears. As though the pain mattered none at all, she sighed contentedly, her face flushed as her eyes met his own with quiet admiration. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Your welcome.”

This was a pain hehe, which is why its taken a while..

I dont like it.. I might redo it.. mainly because I dont feel it has enough of a story behind it... I feel like I was too disconnected from the characters, if that makes sense.. Ill have to change that next time.

I havent done a modern story, most of my writings are fantasy, so having to create a story off of the assigned picture was a Huge huge challenge and Im glad its over lol I will need to recheck for grammar... i just wanted it up and over with.. cause I was getting tired of it sitting on my computer.. ^_^;

Developing the character was Incredibly difficult, for me creating her off the picture was challenging because i wasnt used to it. So had to start with basics.. this is literally what i wrote down just from examining the picture:

Morgan Fernandez

Hazel eyes
Black hair, wavy, falls just passed her shoulders, reddish brown natural highlights
Creamy skin
Slightly chubby but well-curved
5.8’
Thoughtful, timid, tommy boyish, self-kept

I didnt see her as a very feminine or girly type- though of course thats just judging from the picture- so those were the basics.. the rest came Very very slowly.. -.- but i think it came out Okay. Looking forward to my next assignment though =)

uummm Daes...I loved it....I need a towel too! ;) Don't doubt your work...you are a great writer!

Thank you for your compliment, Im glad you enjoyed it. ^_^

I very much enjoyed it.

I think it was very good too ----you are an excellent writer

your next task is different ---it is to read this story

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