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Breaking Kay

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A BDSM story told from a different perspective.
Over the years I've had the opportunity...no... the privilege of painting the most exquisite canvases, but Kay was the most unique and challenging.

I remember her sashaying into the room with that 'All that and a bag of chips' attitude. I knew from simply looking at her that she'd never had to beg, never had to work at getting any man to do her bidding. She was perfection personified and she knew it, from her deep raven locks to her dainty feet and all the space in between.

He, of course, was not just 'any Man'. He was Master/Dom/Top and by the end of this adventure, He would skillfully bring out her true self, the one she kept locked away from the world. Time, always the great teller, would be judge.

I am, if anything else, patient. I knew my talents could take that haughty defiant girl and change her down to her very soul. We each had a gift, and mine was breaking spirited girls. It was funny really because when you looked at me you saw something serene, even benign, but in His hands I came to life and that serenity transformed to maliciousness.

I listened to their verbal exchange and watched her attempt at control and seduction as she turned to Him, crimson lips curling into a seductive smile, her body practically leaping out of the short tight skirt and equally tight tank top as she sauntered up to Him. She knew from incalculable previous encounters that she could melt the male gender with this particular display. Purring, "Oh Robert, now this is interesting and all but I thought we were going out." The smile replaced by a well-practiced pout as her stormy eyes met His and her nimble fingers played upon His chest.

His chuckle rolled across her flesh, His eyes dancing with sin. "Now, Kay, I didn't say a word about going out and you know it. You said you were interested. Have you changed your mind?"

Her pout took on a genuine quality, as she said, "No, I've not changed my mind, I just thought we were going out, is all." She shrugged porcelain shoulders and glanced around the room, her eyes lighting on me several times.

I knew this was probably the first time in her life that her seduction had failed. It was profoundly imprinted on her face and in her body language.

"Good, then we can get started," He said, His lips curling into the sin-laden smile I knew so well. He took hold of her arm, just above the elbow and guided her deeper into the room moving her to the very center where leather cuffs and chains hung from the ceiling.

She gasped as she looked up and noticed them. She started to tremble, and from my vantage point, I couldn't quite tell if it was real or drama. I decided on drama as she spun on Him, her voice no longer the seductress, "Don't you even think about putting those awful looking things on me Robert."

He laughed, "Kay, you said you were interested. Now, if you've changed your mind, fine, but can you honestly tell me right now you're not the least bit curious."

Unwilling to be bested by any man, especially Him, she stood up straighter and with a challenging defiant look lifted her arms toward the cuffs. I could tell she wanted this on her own terms, and knew from experience that was not the case. He was in control after all.

His smile warmed slightly, "Good girl. I knew you couldn't resist, now strip. Show Me what you've been attempting to hide all night with those minimal scraps of material Kay."

Her eyes widened and I could tell she was close to telling Him off when she made an exasperated noise, "Fine, nude it is then, Robert" as she stripped unceremoniously out of her restrictive clothing and tossing what little there was to the side.

I was in awe. She was a marvelous porcelain creature completely untouched by the sun. She sported generous breasts, nice flat stomach, cleanly shaved sex and lean well muscled legs. At this point I hadn't the pleasure of seeing her ass, but I could guess it was as perfect as the rest of her.

He brought me a most delicious canvas.

He watched her strip revealing all the advantages of her genetic makeup. His eyes simmered with lusty sin as He moved around her slowly, taking in every detail. Stopping close behind her, whispering huskily against her ear, "Perfection Kay, and by the end, you will be a Goddess."

"Yes, well, we'll see about that Robert," she said haughtily as she raised her arms once more, taking that first tentative step through the door.

He silently manipulated the leather and encased her elegant wrists stretching her just enough that she had to push up slightly onto the balls of her feet. With her arms up, her breasts rose and became even more tempting, not only to me but Him as well. Her rose colored nipples jutted out, practically begging to be plucked, sucked or otherwise tormented, and He did just that. Taking her turgid nipples between His strong fingers He pinched and rolled them, watching her the entire time. She held His gaze steadily, defiance brewing in the storm.

He listened for her reaction as He intensified the pressure on her nipples, waiting for the customary 'ouch', gasp or even scream. She held her own, not letting Him know that it was indeed quite painful or perhaps quite arousing, but in the end she did relent, as they all did, and let out a hiss between clenched teeth.

He smiled wickedly as He heard the hiss and slowly released her aching nipples. She gasped as the blood flowed freely once more, "Damn it Robert...that hurt!"

"Oh, Kay, I'll bet it made you wet. Should we see?" His voice chiding as He moved His hand between her thighs seeking the heat and wetness He suspected was there.

I didn't have to wait for His fingers to emerge glistening; I could smell her scent all the way across the room. Yes, she was haughty and defiant, but somewhere under the attitude a slut loomed begging to be brought to the surface and I intended to do just that.

In past exercises, the transformation was something to behold. Breathtaking actually. I always felt a surge of pride to have participated in such a spectacular event. Kay's transformation would prove to be the most intense and beautiful yet.

As He suspected she was wet and growing wetter with each passing moment, His fingers sliding easily over her swelling lips and strumming lightly over her engorged clit. "Tsk, Tsk, Kay. I thought you said it hurt. From the feel of things, I say it did much more than that." His eyes twinkled knowingly. He pulled His glistening fingers from between her lovely thighs and brought them up for her to see.

She looked at His fingers smirking, "That means nothing Robert. I was wet before we got here. You can't claim that painful demonstration had anything to do with the results." Her defiance so deeply ingrained she would never admit, even to herself, that everything about Him and her current situation, made her wetter than she'd ever been in her life and she intended to keep it that way.

He laughed. "Somehow I don't believe that Kay. Maybe you were slightly wet earlier, but nothing like what's boiling right this minute. I can smell you Kay, hell; I can even taste you. I'll even be willing to go so far as to say, you're dying to feel my cock buried in that molten cunt of yours but you won't say so, at least not yet... but you will."

I watched and listened to all this and knew He was absolutely right. I also knew she'd die before she begged. At least that's what she was thinking. They all thought that at first, but in the end they beg, they plead, some actually grovel. I knew His talents as well as He knew mine. He would tease and torment her; both physically and mentally, bring her to the edge and then back off many times. He was an expert at it and thoroughly enjoyed watching them chip and shatter only to be reborn into something even more beautiful.

Her eyes widened in disbelief at His words. Her mouth worked but nothing spilled from her lips. Then her eyes grew darker, and I knew the storm in them was intensifying. Finally she found her voice, "Robert, how dare you! You are nothing but an asshole...no...a fucking asshole! Now get me out of these nasty things or else!" She even made an attempt at stamping her foot. It came off as comical since she was practically hanging from the cuffs.

"Or else what Kay? You asked for this. If I recall, you almost begged. Almost. You pulled out all the stops. I can't even count all the conversations where you asked repeatedly for this very thing in some way or another. Oh, I know you'd never outright beg, but your subtle hints said that and more Kay. So what do you intend to do Kay...what?"

I watched this development play itself out. Sure others have said something similar, but not with as much venom as Kay. She seethed with something close to hatred, but her scent grew thickly on the air and her pussy lips shone with her arousal. She could not deny that, no matter how hard she tried.

"Robert, let me go." Her voice a whisper as she absorbed all He just said to her. She knew He was right, she did want this, but not like this. Her fantasy was much more appealing than reality.

He growled, "No. Not until we are finished, and we are far from finished Kay. Keep that in mind as the minutes tick into hours."

He stepped close to me and I knew it was time for my appearance. I could sense His need, taste it in fact, as His fingers danced over my spine before curling lovingly and lifting me into His hand. He turned and stepped toward her as He swung me. My tails whipping out with a slicing hiss through the air. The closer we got the thicker her scent filled the room. I could barely wait to kiss her.

Her eyes widened as she saw me in His hand. She tried to step back but the chains prevented her. Again a whisper laced with fear and something more fell from her lips, "Robert, please."

He stopped mid-stride slightly taken aback. He saw the first crack appear, but also saw her haughty defiance still firmly intact. His voice amused as He asked, "Please what Kay?" He began swinging me in the familiar figure eight, my tails flying out over and over again. He enjoyed this moment as He watched her. She was afraid yes, but equally aroused as proven by the rivulets of her heady essence sliding down her inner thighs.

I watched her resolve return, her haughty pride forming around her like a steel cage as she stood up tall, chin raised and her eyes smoldering. She was still frightened of me, but was determined not to show it. I believed my stinging kisses would change that.

He saw all of this as well and that sin-laced smile returned. "Determined Kay?" He took a step closer. "Good, I enjoy breaking the determined ones."

He circled her slowly much like a hungry wolf eyeing His prey. She tried to keep her eyes on Him, swiveling her head back and forth, and maneuvering her body but always being brought up short. He swung me in the lazy figure eights the entire time as He contemplated where to strike first.

As He circled her, I finally saw her up close, and she was absolutely divine. My kisses would leave undeniable marks, livid and gorgeous upon her unblemished flesh. We were equally match, she and I. She was determined to remain unbroken and I was determined to break her.

He finally stopped behind her and stepped in close brushing her backside with His still clothed form whispering against her ear, "You ready darlin'?"

She kept her mouth shut, unwilling to give Him any sort of verbal answer. Her quickening breath and determined stance answer enough as He took a firmer hold on my spine, stepped back and swung.

My tails danced out and landed with a resounding smack against her deliciously pale ass. I saw the aftermath of my first kiss, the stripes a brilliant contrast against her porcelain flesh, but the most gratifying thing was the loud gasp she emitted. My kiss surprised her by the sting I unleashed.

Reflecting back, I imagine that she didn't know or perhaps thought I wouldn't hurt her but that first stinging kiss set her situation firmly in concrete. Kay was fully aware at that moment she was trapped, not by the cuffs that held her, but by her very soul.

He whistled His appreciation, causing her to jerk, as my kiss glowed upon her flesh. "Kay, if you could only see this. Your skin shows the floggers stripes beautifully." He stepped closer to her, unable to stop Himself as He reached out and ran His fingers over the heated flesh.

She gasped again, jerking as far away from Him as the chains would allow. "Fuck You Robert!"

He laughed as He once again stepped back into position and started me into the figure eight motion again. His voice still carrying a hint of amusement as He said, "Dance for Me Kay."

My tails hissed and whipped out repeatedly against her ass, back and thighs, each fiery kiss sending her into movement as she tried desperately to get away from the sting. Soon her dance was joined by the concert of her voice in gasps, whimpers, screams and even moans. She was an orchestra; her melody put Mozart to shame.

I was in my element as He worked me over her from the top of her back down to just above her knees, then He started to move slowly around her, making sure I left no part of her untouched. Soon we were at her front. Her chest was heaving, nipples once more begging, her stomach quivering and cunt pulsating with each beat of her thundering heart, but it was her eyes that beheld the truth. Dark as any thunderstorm, they spoke of the things she hadn't yet found a voice for.

The cracks grew and multiplied.

He reached out and with skillful fingers manipulated her slick and throbbing clit. Her moans were desperate and needy. He knew her body raged within, aching for release. He whispered softly, "Tell Me Kay. Tell Me what you want. Tell Me what you need." He stroked and tugged at her clit, sending shivers through her entire body, waiting for her answer.

She managed to pull away from Him hissing, "Fuck You Robert...fuck you."

His smile was as soft as it had ever been. He nodded once and stepped back. The figure eights resumed.

With a flick of His wrist I struck, landing squarely against her heaving chest and tight nipples leaving the brazen marks of my kiss. The scream that burst from her lips was like nothing I'd ever heard before, filled with rage and arousal. My next kiss landed just below her breasts, and I was gifted with another scream. I wondered when I kissed her cunt what sort of sound she'd make when my thought was interrupted as He swung me again, setting fire to her stomach.

His voice carried just beyond her sounds, "I know what you want Kay. I can see it boiling in you. Tell Me Kay."

She tried to talk, but nothing coherent came out of her working mouth. Her entire body thrummed with a need so profound, she couldn't find the words to express it. She was close to breaking, but refused to give in to what her body and soul wanted. Her mind desperately holding on to the Kay she'd always known.

He stepped up to her sliding His fingers under her sweat-slicked chin and lifting her flushed face. Her eyes were as black as any moonless night. He saw it all right there, all she wanted but wouldn't admit to. Her soul called out to Him through those inky windows.

He stepped back into position, whipping me in lazy figure eights again, exhaling loudly, "I can do this all night. Tell Me what you want Kay."

I held my breath, unsure if she'd relent or retain her stubbornness. I could almost hear the cracks deepening. She was so very close to shattering.

She twitched and writhed, moaned and whimpered at the ends of the chains. Her heat filled the room as she burned, inside and out.

He watched her display, knowing just how close she was. As He tightened His fingers on my spine He whispered soft enough she couldn't have heard Him, "Cum for Me Kay." Just as her name left His lips, He flicked His wrist and I flew against her swollen cunt and throbbing clit tasting her nectar on my tails.

All the pent up rage and arousal burst from her in a kaleidoscope sound and movement. She literally shattered before my very eyes, as she thrashed against the cuffs. She floated in oblivion lost in a sea of pain and pleasure that washed through her, guiding her to her new life.

He smiled as she exploded and simply watched the transformation as I hung limp at His side. I'm sure His heart swelled as mine did. He waited until she came back to earth and slowly stepped up to her, reaching out the brush sweaty hair from her radiant face whispering, "Kay?"

She raised her head, the storm in her eyes settling and carrying with it an understanding. She smiled weakly and with a hoarse voice said, "Please fuck me Robert. Please fuck me."

Haughty, defiant Kay was broken. My work was done.

There have been a number since Kay, but none like Kay. She was truly unique. I had to admire her ability to hold back as long as she did. None before or since have even come close. I hope someday to touch another like her.

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