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Holiday House

It’s been a while, but this is a continuation of the original Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can find the previous posts here

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Tasha was weary about going away with Victor this weekend. Their last vacation had led to a lot of upheaval in their lives. They were finally back to being them. No codling, no going easy on her. There hadn’t been any truly rough play but she was happy their dynamic was returning to normal. What if going away affected that? She was nervous.

“Why don’t we just spend a nice weekend at home? We could go for brunch at that new place down on 5th, spend an evening at the club. We haven’t been there in ages.”

“Don’t worry Tash, you will have a great time. Trust me.”

“I do trust you. I just…”

Victor put his arms around his wife and pulled her close. “I know baby. I know. This trip will be very different than our last. Now, go pack. I want to get on the road as early as possible tomorrow. You’re still only working a half day?”

“Yes. I’ll be done at 1:00.”

“Very good. I will drop you in the morning that way we can hit the road when I pick you up. We can take our time on the nicer side roads, make a stop or two, and still get there by 5:oo. Plenty of time to unpack and grab a hot shower before dinner. I made reservations for 7:00. Be sure to pack something suitable. That sexy green number from will do. You always look gorgeous in green. Now go,” Victor gave Tasha quick slap on the ass and sent her off to pack.

She was still unsettled about it but she trusted Victor. That didn’t seem to be of any comfort as she tossed and turned during the night, waking up in a cold sweat. She tried to talk him out of it again in the morning but he would not be deterred.

“Don’t you want to be a good little whore,” he chided.

“I do, Daddy. I do,” and with that she no longer worried about the weekend.


The sun playing peek-a-boo behind the clouds kept the temperature from soaring and made their long drive out of town enjoyable. They took their time. They stopped for her favorite ice-cream. They stopped to watch the falls and bask in its mist. They also stopped at one of the local wineries to pick up a few bottles for the weekend. Tasha was relaxed and happy. Victor was pleased.

When they arrived at the rental house Tasha was less than impressed. She was surprised to find it was not at all how the brochure had described. It was listed as a grand turn of the century estate with old world charm and modern day amenities. They had passed a large estate house before turning onto the small gravel lane but that was not where they were staying. They were in what looked to have been a servants quarters at one time. It was small, not completely run down but any charm it may have once possessed had worn away over the years.

“Are you ready,” Victor asked, turning the truck off and smiling at her. She looked at him, perplexed. This couldn’t be where they were staying. “What’s wrong, baby? You don’t like it?” His tone showed a hint of amusement.

“Is this really where we are staying?” She tried not to sound like an impudent child.

“It is. Come on, let’s bring our stuff in. I have some plans before dinner.” There was something in his smile, his eyes, she hadn’t seen in quite some time. Beneath his amusement was something darker.

She got out of the truck, grabbed her bags, and followed him. She was looking around, trying to find something, anything, redeeming about the place and not paying attention to Victor. She walked right into him as she rounded the corner of the house. He had stopped and was looking at something off to the right. She followed his gaze to a hitching rail.

“No running tonight little whore. Daddy’s going to take you for a ride.”



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Anything can happen in the final quarter of The Game.  My very talented friend Lord Raven is to thank for bringing life to Victor on this side story from the Life With Victor (LWV) series. This piece is a tad longer than I would normally post but I couldn’t bear to break it up. Trust me, you’ll want to read it all and see how this game ends.


Tasha watched as a thrill of excitement ran through her. Seeing Victor, her husband and master, being manhandled like that shook her to the core and yet stirred something deep inside. Ron showed none of the compassion or gentle nature that Victor had with her. In fact it was as if Ron wanted to hear Victor yelp in pain, to see those tears roll down his face. She knew it had been years since the two of them had been together but even now she wondered how he could have been with a man who was so rough and sadistic.

Her eyes were fixed on Victor as Ron tightly bound his arms behind him. His face twisted in pain for a moment before his muscles stretched enough to relax and accept their new positions. A few minutes passed before he turned to face her, his eyes alive and the faintest of smiles on his face. In that moment she knew he was ok, though that sudden realization was short lived. She gasped as a hard hand struck down on her husbands face.

“What are you looking at? Where should your eyes be RIGHT NOW?” Ron’s growl gave no indication of him being a gentle or forgiving man. “You little whore, I will make you remember your place”

Another heavy blow knocked Victor over onto his side, a small trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Ron stood over him now, smiling as he reached down. He lifted Victor like a rag doll, never letting him quite get to his feet, as he dragged him out to the next room. In a flash the blade appeared at his throat again. Tasha gasped and Ron stopped momentarily to look at her. She felt her cunt gush in an instant as the blade pressed against Victor’s vulnerable flesh.

Ron leaned close, “Do you remember the word?”

Victor nodded his head.

“Do you remember the word?!” Ron barked the question again.

“Yes Sir, I remember the word.”

“Tonight I think you may need it.” The evil tone in Ron’s voice sent another twinge through Tasha’s cunt. She could feel her juices starting to seep out and run down the inside of her thigh. What the hell was wrong with her she wondered, completely excited by Victor’s circumstance.

The blade ran over Victor’s flesh, digging in slightly on the shoulder but even more so into his back. The crimson welling along the lines reminded Tasha of the times Victor would do the same to her and lick along the precious gift, savoring every drop. Her eyes pleaded with Ron when he turned to see her reaction. Not a word said, just the nod of his head to allow her access to her husbands back. Her head was spinning, intoxicated by the whole scene.

As she licked the blood from his back her hand instinctively went to his cock and began stroking. She knew how to bring him pleasure but in the heat of the moment she instead became an extension of Ron’s savagery and sadistic nature. Rather than the gentle strokes that made him moan in pleasure she made hard gripping tugs, as if she were trying to rip his cock clear from his body. Ron leaned closer and whispered in her ear, her whole body froze as she turned and looked into his eyes.

“Excuse me Sir, what did you ask me?”

“Would you like to fuck him?” Ron’s smile grew even bigger as he reached around with his hand joining hers.

“How do you mean?” If Victor had taught her nothing else it was to be totally clear on what was being asked.

“Do you have a vibrator and a strap on?”

A ravenous desire ran through her like a shock. Like somehow Ron had taken control of her as well and was using her as an implement for his own pleasure. She glanced at Victor, who looked so helpless but never turning his head. He knew what would happen if he did.

“It’s ok, tonight anything goes unless he calls it off. Oh, and his safe word is popcorn. It is important that you know that and respect it.”

Ron’s voice was smooth like oil, greasing Tasha’s will to slide down into his sadistic tunnel. She shook her head yes slowly and began to walk to where the toys were kept. Tasha’s mind raced almost as quick as her pulse. When she picked up the harness and bag of instruments that fit into it she felt a smile creep across her face. It was a complete shock as a feeling from some deep, previously undisturbed, place emerged. Tonight she wanted to not only watch but participate with these two men. She wanted to be a part of Ron’s using and abusing Victor. She shivered with excitement, her hands trembled as she brought the bag to Ron for his inspection.

Walking back into the room she saw that Ron had already placed a condom on his cock. He was standing behind Victor, closing the gap between them until the head of his cock rested precariously at Victor’s puckered opening. There was a moment there where they were as lovers, where Ron was gentle and tender with him as he slowly pushed into Victor. Once he had relaxed and Ron was able to move more freely the moment vanished and it was back to business as before. The blade now crossed flesh once more. This time it was the back of the knife so as to not make confetti of Victor’s skin. Each pass was pressing and rough as his cock hammered into Victor.

Tasha just stood there watching, her hand absent mindedly reaching down to her clit. Rubbing slowly at first then with increasing intensity as her juices ran freely down her legs. The point of the blade pressed into Victor’s side and he yelped, that was all it took. Tasha’s body stiffened as she came. Her body shaking as the wave overtook her, then as it passed dropping her to the floor.

The sound of her falling made Ron freeze. Looking up sheepishly Tasha limped over to where they were, her leg only lightly injured from the collision with the desk before the floor caught her. Now Ron forced her to slide under them, she was to suck Victor’s cock while Ron continued. Each thrust pushed his cock deep into her throat, her mind still fresh with the image of how they looked from the doorway. It was just a few minutes before Ron groaned and exploded, filling the balloon that held his cock captive. A few more hard thrusts was all it took. Victor was next in line as his cock unleashed a flood into Tasha’s mouth, some of it dribbling out onto her lips and chin. She was shocked as he had never before flooded her mouth like this.

No time for savoring. Ron grabbed Tasha by the hair and pulled her to her feet. In a few moments she was all strapped up and Ron was pushing her against her husband. Her hesitation was punished by the feel of the blade now at her throat. She could feel his cock growing behind her, she gasped as it was the right height to invade her own ass now. This was an area that Victor rarely took, it was just not their thing, but she had just witnessed Ron take…

Her thoughts fluttered as the pressure grew and his cock invaded her. She was not fully prepared for this and leaned forward against Victor. She felt pressure against the harness as Ron guided the dildo she was wearing into her husband’s already stretched ass. A few sharp breaths from both of them as she slid deeper in. Ron kept the pressure up behind her, the tip of his cock pressing, forcing her forward into Victor.

“Just remember, the safe word applies to you as well. Do you know it?”

“Yes Sir, I know it.”

Ron pushed further in until she felt the hair from his balls on the back of her thighs. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she was expanded to fit his girth. Tears welled for a few moments before the pain receded and she fell into a rhythm between the two of them. Ron fucked her and in return she fucked Victor. It felt like his cock was in her ass forever before he released and came with a loud groan. His hands pressed down on her shoulders as he drove in as deep as he could.

Ron pulled out without much gentleness, in much the same fashion as he had entered her. Tasha felt like a huge void had been left in her where his cock had been. Ron then reached down and stroked Victor off as Tasha continued her assault on him. It did not take much more before he came as well. After he did Ron made him lick it off his hands and the floor. Tasha was jealous as that was normally her job, one she thoroughly enjoyed.

With a winning smile Ron announced it was time for him to take his leave, but not before taking a minute to the blade across Tasha’s back. The sting made her gasp as he had carved deeper into her flesh than Victor ever did. The warm feeling of the blood running down her back sent a chill along her spine as the front door closed.

Victor crawled to the couch and Tasha followed him, kneeling at his feet with her face on his lap. His hands felt so warm and comforting running through her hair. Moments later she was asleep.

Some time later the ping notification of a text message woke her. Victor and Ron were already making plans for another get together. Tasha smiled to herself as she snuggled closer.

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body
~ Pablo Neruda

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Q3 of The Game, a side story of the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.


His hand is on my leg and I could swear it is Victor. He isn’t answering me though. Maybe he’s not sure what to do now that I’ve realized it is him. As I wait for him to answer me I hear a car in the drive. What the hell does he have planned?

Victor? What’s going on? What have you planned? I stop when I hear keys in the lock. Could this be someone else, not Victor? No, I couldn’t possible mistake another man for my husband. As I think this I realize that only a few short moments ago I didn’t think it was my husband at all.

Victor leaves me and goes to the door. Who are you, I hear him say before the sounds of two men fighting and someone being knocked or thrown to the ground start. Is this part of his plan, or is something else going on? Is there a real intruder in the house now?

There is some shuffling and then what sounds like someone being dragged across the room. I feel him being dropped beside me. Please don’t let it be Victor. Please let him have overtaken whoever the intruder into our home is. The hood over my face is removed and I am shocked to see who is laying beside me. I blink, willing my eyes to see someone else, but the face doesn’t change, it is Victor laying bound before me. Above him, a masked man holding a knife to his throat and spouting a threat I don’t understand. And even though I now know it isn’t Victor, there is still something so familiar about him.

I see the fear in Victor’s eyes as the intruder presses a knife to his throat. I catch a tear escape him before he turns his face away from me. I have never seen him look so vulnerable. He is my rock, my strength, nothing scares him. Seeing him like this is just wrong. I feel him tremble as the intruder forces him down with his knee and whispers something to him I don’t quite catch. My mind is racing and my heart is beating too loud to focus on what is happening right next to me.

Now you will get to see what is in store for you, you little slut! I am snapped back to reality by the intruder growling at me as he unzips his pants and tells Victor to suck it. OMG! Victor would never do that. He turns to the intruder and looks like he is going to bite his cock off. The intruder slaps him right across the face then threatens with the knife again.

I can tell my mouth has dropped open and I appear to be in total shock. I am in shock. Not because the intruder is doing this to Victor though, I am in shock at how seeing him in this way affects me. I so want to see it. I never entertained the thought before, because I knew he would be dead set against it but the thought of seeing him suck another man off excites me so, makes my cunt all wet and achy.

I look away, afraid I will show my excitement, afraid they will sense it. My body has a way of betraying me at some very inappropriate times. Being turned on, while at the mercy of an intruder and watching him demean my husband, would certainly count as inappropriate. I don’t need Victor, or the intruder, to see my nipples straining against my blouse or smell that hot musky scent that I know is growing between my legs.


I try to look panicked as the “intruder” has me at knife point. I even manage to force a tear as I plead for him to not hurt us. I wish he would roll me over though because the erection in my pants is killing me in this position. I feel his knee in my back as his hot breath caresses the skin on my neck. His whispered threat alone almost makes me cum, but I know this would be a bad thing. I am enjoying this scene we have concocted.

Now you will get to see what is in store for you, you little slut! My old master’s voice sends a chill along my spine as he growls this threat to Tasha.

He unzips his pants as his beautiful thick cock springs free. Restraint Victor, I keep saying over and over in my head as my mouth waters, must not give in to my desires just yet.

You’re going to suck it and show her what a good cock lover you are, he growls at me.

No I won’t, I say through clenched teeth, shaking my head at the same time.

The slap across my face stings but is worth it as I see the look on Tasha’s face. Shock and surprise as her master is now at the mercy of another man. She tries to look away as I am rolled over but she is transfixed as the cock is lowered. I act like I am going to bite it.

Bite it and my blade will bite through your throat. The blade presses against my throat once again.

You will watch, the intruder growls at Tasha, as she tries to look away. I can see the blush in her face out of the corner of my eye, that look of hunger and lust I know so well. I hide my smile as I realize this is really turning her on. I keep up the pretense for a little longer as his cock is now “forced” into my mouth.

It is far from force, and not the first time I have enjoyed the sensation of it sliding across my tongue. I let it slide to the back of my throat and open up as best I can as he begins to face fuck me. It is like old times as I can feel him fucking my mouth, owning me. My eyes water as I gag on his thick shaft filling me.

His hand now reaches to the back of my head, pulling me more forcefully to him. I have become his single desire. Faster and faster, I can feel his cock swelling as he continues to fuck my mouth. I let go of the binding I had been holding on to so as to look tied up. My hand now reaches for his hips as my tongue swirls around his salty sweet cock. I hear Tasha gasp at the scene she is now witnessing.
His flood comes without a warning and I swallow as much as I can. I feel it leaking around my lips, dripping on my chin, as he pulls out. He leans down and kisses me, licking the remaining juices from me.

Tasha, I would like to introduce my old master, Ron. Remember that time you said you wanted to see two men together? I know you didn’t think one of those men would be me. The abduction was my price for disregarding the rules, this is the beginning of a very wonderful gift for you.

I hear her moan and I know her juices are running like a busted dam now as Ron reaches over and unties her.

I do not ask to the night explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
~ Pablo Neruda

Note: I would like to give a special thanks to Lord Raven for giving voice to Victor again this week.


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The second quarter of The Game, a side story born from the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.


Holy fuck! Where is Victor? What has this monster done with him? Victor? VICTOR! I cry out in panic, panic and hopes that he will come save me like he always does. Maybe he wasn’t even home. Maybe he will walk through the door any second. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully. VICTOR! VICTOR!

Panic. Who is this guy, and what does he want with me? Is he going to kill me? No, I am not going to die, I am going to fight. I may not be big and strong but I’ll fight as hard as I can to save myself. I kick and wail out at him, I can tell I am getting him good by the groans he lets out. His groans, they seem familiar. It must be somebody I know or have met somewhere. More kicking and hitting as he tries to tie me up. I can’t let him do that. I’ll be dead, or worse, if he gets me tied up and unable to fight.

Oh no, he’s got me bound and is throwing me over his shoulder. There is something familiar about him. I can’t put my finger on it. He’s carrying me somewhere now. Where is he taking me? I can’t tell with tall the turning here and there. Did we leave the house? No, he couldn’t get me out a door without me noticing. I could be right back in the same spot I started for all I know. I keep trying to get free but all I am doing is tiring myself out. This is much harder when you are fighting for real versus playing like we do. There is always a stop point, a play point, a take what you want while I pretend it isn’t actually what I want point. That isn’t going to happen here.

He throws me down onto something soft. Cushions? The sofa maybe. No, I don’t feel the ends or the back, it isn’t the sofa. Bed? No, I am sure he didn’t carry me upstairs. Where has he taken me? I hear something, a zipper. A ZIPPER! No. No. NO! NO!

I know what’s coming. Hearing a zipper being pulled down can only mean one thing, I am going to be raped by this monster in my own home. Why isn’t Victor here, where is he? If I had made it home on time this wouldn’t be happening. Or would it? Something, I don’t know what, is gnawing away at my brain. That sense of familiarity. Before I can process that thought, my legs are pushed apart and my panties pulled and torn clean off me. I scream as they dig in before giving way and ripping apart.

I pull my legs up and press them tightly together, trying to cover myself as best I can, trying to shield myself from him. It does not help as he is much stronger than me. He grabs my legs again, forcing them down and apart. He moves in closer and I feel him pressed against me. I thrash and try to kick him away.

Stop fighting Little Whore!

I stop and become instantly still, even my breath is held. I cock my head slightly, straining to hear every little sound. Did I hear that right? I couldn’t have, could I? Now that sense of familiarity I was having has become suddenly quite clear. The sound of his groans. The way he threw me over his shoulder. It has to be. I sense him become still as well and I am certain. He has given himself away. It is Victor.

But why is he doing this? We have never played rape or abduction scenes, barely even discussed them. I am at a loss.

Victor? Victor? Is that you?


Tasha put up one hell of a fight. It was frustrating and damn hot at the same time. Now that she has been subdued I can finally get down to the business at hand, teaching her to obey the rules, to obey me. Unzipping the bag I watch her shudder at the sound and cry out in terror. Her screams, muffled under the hood, are an unexpected bonus.

I take out one of her favorite toys, the life like cock. It feels so real in my hand I begin to have second thoughts about continuing. No, this is what needs to be done, to remind her that I own her, that every inch of her is mine. I push her legs apart and pull down her underwear. I have a strict rule that she is supposed to take them off when she enters the house. This violation will be remedied right now. I hear her scream and the material digs in before it is ripped apart. I am a little bit disappointed to destroy that pair, they were a favorite to have her walk around in when I had guests. Oh well, rules will be followed no matter the cost.

I force her legs apart and get into position, I know she is still clueless as to who has her trapped as I push the toy against her pussy’s opening. She thrashes around making this harder. I am amazed she is fighting so until I suddenly realize, she thinks this is the real deal and I am a rapist. I had been sitting here planning it, mulling it over in my head, all day. I know what I am doing but she hasn’t been filled in on it yet, she thinks I am a rapist about to take her by force. My cock responds instantly to that thought by demanding a release in the excitement. I know I can’t, she would know it was me in an instant. I want to torment her for a while longer.

She continues kicking at me and I can’t quite get her under control. Stop fighting Little Whore!

I realize immediately what I have done. Tasha suddenly stops fighting, her stillness is unnerving. Has she figured it out? Did I betray myself in this sinister plan? She calls out to me. Damn!

None the less, I will continue this a while more. My cock is demanding its payment for being so patient with her and for having been made to wait as I have. It has been in constant arousal since I started forming this plan. We had discussed a forced scene only briefly quite a while back. I wanted to do it then but I knew she wasn’t ready. I also knew it could be a great learning tool at some point. This was that point.

A car door slams outside and the next part of my plan goes into effect. I have been quite clever with this and had set up a friend to help. I leave her bound and get up, running away as if I am an intruder about to flee. The sound of the front door opening has all been arranged.

Who are you? I bark, at the “intruder”.

The sound of an ensuing scuffle breaks out, then a thud as I let myself fall to the floor. The ropes are fashioned just as they have been in the past. Yes, I know my attacker and his hands are no stranger to me. I momentarily reminisce as I am dragged into the room and dropped next to Tasha. I look over at her as her hood is removed. The mask is no longer over my face and she gasps at seeing me bound beside her.

My former master and long time friend is knelt over me, his face now masked, with a blade at my throat. So you try to come play the hero, his voice sounding all husky and evil. It is a role he plays particularly well. I was just about to enjoy your little tart here, but now that you’ve decided to make your way home and interrupt my pleasure, I think it better she should watch and see what will become her fate.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
~ Pablo Neruda

Note: I would like to give a special thanks to Lord Raven for giving voice to Victor again this week.


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The first piece of The Game, a side story that continues from the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.




She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. Memories can be beautiful things sometimes. To have them come flooding back just by acknowledging the tiny trinket box in her possession was wonderful after the past couple of months. It was nice to genuinely smile again. It was like hearing a song and being transported back to that eighth grade dance with John Critchner holding her tight and grabbing her ass. It seemed so risqué at the time. If she had only known how risqué things would get, and how she would love them that way.

Another smile as Tasha thinks about her husband, then fading as she thinks about how upset he is going to be with her for being late again. It just couldn’t be helped. The company wasn’t doing well, there were a lot of people being let go and getting all their packages together was a long and tedious process. Gerry constantly changing days on her was not helping matters. She knows he doesn’t want to let people go but he really has no choice, he will lose his company if he doesn’t. All she can do is push him and then do everything over again when he doesn’t do what he is supposed to when he is supposed to do it. She is beginning to think it would be better to fly out to Chicago and do the lay-offs herself. That definitely wouldn’t go over well with Victor.

She was surprised he hadn’t said anything yet. It wasn’t like him. He would never put up with her being at the office so much without a reprimand of some sort. She had learned long ago that there were consequences to everything. Maybe he was still being nice because of what happened during their trip. Tasha decided she would talk with him that night, tell him to stop being so overly forgiving, overly considerate, and get back to being his sadist self. She wants him to play with her, to use her, to make her his little whore. She needs him to. She just needs him.

Tasha finally arrives home, two hours late. No lights. He’s not home.

She wonders where he could be at this hour. He is always home for dinner, unless she is meeting him somewhere. Was she supposed to meet him somewhere? Did she forget? She checks her phone. Oh no, where is it? She must have left it in her desk. Damn it, she thought, just what I need. Hmmm, maybe it is just what she needs. Victor will surely have something to say about it when he gets home, and what if she was supposed to meet him, that would anger him even more. Damn it! Where is the goddamn phone? And where is Victor?

She looks around but there is no note, nothing. Into the kitchen, nothing there either. No dinner cooking. No note. No Victor. She may as well put her coat away, go upstairs and draw a bath, she thought. She wants to relax and unwind a bit, if she can, before he returns. It’s been too long a day already and she is sure it won’t be any easier when he gets back from wherever he went. Whether it’s just her being late or the addition of her forgetting something, there is no question he is going to be upset, and rightly so. She knows the rules and deserves whatever punishment he sees fit.

No use dwelling on it now. She will just get all worked up and make things worse, if that’s at all possible. She is prone to such things. If there’s a way to fuck something up she will surely find it. Sometimes it’s the wrong word or a questioning look. She should never question him, his actions, or his motives. Whatever he sees fit is the way it is. She is just his little whore.

She can’t postpone the inevitable by not doing anything now. If she just sits there waiting, the minutes, though passing in exactly the same time they always do, will feel like hours and she will drive herself mad. She opens the closet door to find a stranger behind it. Before it fully registers, he has her pushed up against the wall. Not even a scream escapes her lips. What is he going to do to her? Oh my god, she thinks, what has he done to Victor?


Alone, in a room is as dark as my mood, I wait. Tasha is late again and this is becoming the norm. I think she needs a not so gentle reminder of what time she is supposed to be home. The sweet feel of the leather in my hand, soothing in its softness, will not feel nearly as sweet to her as it lands across her bare flesh. She must pay the price for her inconsiderate tardiness so she will learn, so she will follow and respect the rules.

Headlights flash across the curtain. It’s about time. Just a few more minutes now. Putting the mask on, I lean further back into the darkness and wait.

The keys in the door announce her arrival, two hours late. There is no excuse for this, I am fuming. Tasha will learn what it means to be in MY service. She walks right by me and turns on the hall light, not at all aware of me waiting behind the closet door. I do one last look at my phone and see that the last message never went. Still, things are already in motion and she should have let me know she was going to be late again. I have been too lenient as of late but that is about to change.

I watch from the crack of the door as she walks around looking dejected, thinking I am not here. She takes off her coat and walks to the closet to hang it up. She opens the door and freezes. In that moment I grab her and push her to the wall. So, you’re the one Vic has been talking about, his precious one. Nice to see he has great taste, I will enjoy this. My voice disguised as much as possible.

I savor the look of panic and fear but a moment before I pull the hood over her face. She fights like a wild cat, screaming my name all the while. I realize I have made the illusion complete. Claws and kicks find their mark and threaten to do bodily harm. It takes a bit to immobilize her, the rope is not as easy to use as I was expecting. A willing partner is much easier to bind than an unwilling one.

Finally she is tied, hand and foot, and her body is now much easier to control as I toss her over my shoulder. I carry her around the house, turning this way and that. I make sure she has no idea where we are or what is happening. Her struggles make it a challenge as the rush of what is coming next turns my cock into a raging hard on. That must wait for now. I finally reach my destination and toss Tasha onto the prepared cushions. I just let her lay there for the moment, knowing her mind is racing in a world of confusion.

Note: I would like to give a special thanks to Lord Raven for giving Victor his voice. Stay tuned, we will hear more from him in the coming weeks.


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This is a continuation of the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.


I love you baby. Everything is going to be ok. I am here, I have you, I won’t ever let you go. It’s ok baby. Let it out, let it go. I’m here…

And he was there, every moment of every day. He even took time from work so I wouldn’t be alone. I honestly didn’t even realize, I was so caught up in my own little world, processing my thoughts, emotions. It is funny, in a really not so funny kind of way, how things from so long ago can affect one so deeply. It shook me to my core.

I don’t know how long we were there, in that field, me crashing and him supporting me while I did. The rain, unnoticed, had started at some point and had drenched us both. There are fuzzy memories of him leading me back to the rental house, undressing me, bathing me, and putting me to bed. There may have been some aspirin involved, or a sleeping aid of some sort, I don’t quite recall.

The next week would be filled with little more than fuzzy memories. Even the weeks at home following it were little more than what amounted to sleep walking, going through the motions. He went back to work and eventually, so had I.

We still hadn’t talked about it, but I knew. I knew ending up there was no coincidence. I never talked about my Mother, rarely ever speak of my family at all. How did he know that was the place? I had never told him about it, had I? Yet somehow, he knew not only the place but that I needed it. I needed to remember that moment, to bring it to the now, to let it go. It had been such a burden on my soul. It’s one of those things you don’t even realize until you actually do something about it. I was thankful he had led me there, still, I was pained.

When Victor came home from work today I greeted him with a cool drink, a hot meal, and a kiss. The first I had initiated since that day. He looked at me, concern still present, searching my face, my eyes, to see what was going on inside. I could see the question in his eyes, he wasn’t sure if I had begun to move forward or back to denial. He should have known denial was no longer an option. I smiled and nodded, my eyes closing for the briefest moment, and in that moment I was relieved of all the pain, the angst, the questions, the weight that had held me down for so long. It was magic. When I opened my eyes again I saw in him the recognition of that, the relief that spread almost instantly across his face.

He leaned down and kissed me gently, tentatively, still unsure if he should press further. I realized then just how hard it had been for him, watching me suffer and struggle and not being able to help in the ways he was used to. He could not force me to process more quickly. He could not beat it out of me. He could not control any of it. He was left helpless, at my mercy. Knowing he was doing what was best for me in the long term had left him in complete turmoil and unknown standing in the short term. How could I have not noticed? How could I have not seen the pain my pain was causing him?


I moved into him, into that safe warm place under his chin and against his chest. I held him. I squeezed him. I stroked him. I told him I loved him. I thanked him for doing that for me, for releasing me from a past that held me back for far too long. I told him it was the most loving, unselfish thing anyone had ever done for me. I told him I would never, could never, leave him. I told him he had my heart, that I was his alone and always would me.

He told me that he loved me more than he ever thought possible to love another human being. He told me that he would always do what was best for me. He told me I was forever his and he would be forever mine. We belong to each other, he said. Then he led me by the hand upstairs to our room and we made love, gently, tenderly, as if for the first time. There were no commands, no toys, no whips or gags or binding. There was no protocol, no Master, no little whore. There was just us.

I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
~ Pablo Neruda


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Victor peered up from behind his fork full of meat and I knew. I watched as he put the bite of food in his mouth then, in his usual precise manner, put his fork down on the napkin beside his plate. He never took his eyes off me. We were about to play, this is what I knew, but what did he have in mind? He was hard to read this evening, I couldn’t help but be excited and terrified at the same time.

He slowly pushed his chair back from the table, continuing to keep his eyes on me the whole time. Shivers ran up my spine.

Are you ready little whore?

Uh oh! My eyes darted around the kitchen searching for a way out. Behind him was the entrance to the living room, which then led off to the rest of the house. I would have to get past him first though. Highly unlikely. To my right was the basement door. Nope. Just a dark damp nothing behind it, not even a lock on the other side, I had checked earlier.

He picked up his drink then in a low voice, barely above a whisper, Run…

chasing_by_justashadowleft-d3l3kykI was out the back door before the word was fully out of his mouth. Which way? I didn’t even know where I was, let alone know where to run to. I couldn’t believe he was doing this while we were on holiday. At least it was still early evening so I could see to find my way. Straight ahead, towards the beach.

You don’t want me to catch you, do you little whore? You better run. I could hear him clearly. Turning around I saw that he had come out the back door and was standing there, watching me, sipping the last of his scotch and buttoning his shirt. He was taking his time. He wanted me to know he was taking his time. I again wondered what he had in mind for tonight. He was thoughtful, even when he was being what appeared to be just plain mean and sadistic, he wouldn’t send me running without a plan.

The last time he chased me I gave up, conceded his win, and he proceeded to punish me thoroughly with his hand and the cane for doing so. I was unable to sit comfortably for nearly a week. Each time I did I was reminded of my own failure. I knew the rules and had purposely disobeyed, at least that was what he thought and what he thought was what mattered more than anything else. I was determined to win this time.buttercup_field_by_keldbach-d51howv

I took a left at the end of the property, before the beach started, and ran into a field of blossoming buttercup. It was a beautiful sea of yellow and green. I was brought back to my childhood, memories of buttercups under chins. Some old children’s rhyme I couldn’t quite recall… do you like butter, do you like cheese…. There was something else too, something about a handful of buttercups. I couldn’t quite catch a hold of the memory. It fluttered through my mind just beyond my grasp leaving a trail of something that felt like, I don’t know, sadness maybe.

I was returned to the now by the sound of Victor’s voice. Where are you little whore? Not close, yet not too distant, I could barely hear him now above the waves and the breeze rustling the trees. The flowers in the field were joining in with a little dance of their own before the rain came. It was a beautifully choreographed sight, the breeze sweeping down, the flowers bowing to it, moving to and fro in response to the breezes gentle sway. More flutters. Deja vu. I have been here before, I have seen these flowers do their dance before.

I am having the best day at the summer house running carefree at the beach and through the fields, feeling the sun warm me through my orange and pink sundress. The smell of springs blossoms surround me. I pick some buttercups for Mum. She loves when I bring them home. She smiles and hugs me and says thank you before putting them in a little glass cup on the window sill. I run back to the house to give Mum her flowers and am greeted by a policeman and ambulance. The policeman tries to turn me about and get me into his car but I struggle free and into the house before he can stop me. There is my Mum, hanging from one of the banisters in the open upstairs hallway. I drop my handful of buttercups.

I fell to the ground, tears flowing, wretched agony overtaking me. My memories didn’t feel like twenty year old memories, they felt fresh and new as if it had just happened right now this moment. I couldn’t stop crying. It hurt so. I sat there weeping, remembering it all, replaying it over and over again in my head. Victors arms were around me now, his mouth to my ear, soothing me, comforting me with his words and his touch. I love you baby. Everything is going to be ok. I am here, I have you, I won’t ever let you go. It’s ok baby. Let it out, let it go. I’m here. He kept saying these words to me. Sometimes he sounded as though he might break himself. It was so touching and heartbreaking at the same time. I love you baby. Everything is going to be ok. I am here, I have you, I won’t ever let you go. It’s ok baby. Let it out, let it go. I’m here…


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