A Child Has Gone Missin
©BlackTux
Senta watched the bonfire as it burned brightly in the twilight across
the lake. Gray smoke climbed swirling in the evening breeze as the last light
of day disappeared behind her. The fire was lit amid cheers and laughing
from the boisterous group on the far shore. She guessed that they were high
school kids, maybe even college- aged, enjoying what could well be one of
the last good weekends of the fall before the weather turned cold in the
steady decline to winter. Senta decided they were about the same age as she
from the sound of their voices and the music she could hear carrying across
the water, it was the same as she listened to in her car, singing along,
drumming on the wheel. Senta could see herself with them, a can of beer in
her hand, laughing while they stood close by the fire for warmth. Instead
, she pulled down hard on the chain that held her wrists to a rough timber
in the porch roof. A log cabin on a hill above the lake from which
Senta watched the revelers was her place of bondage. Two wide leather cuffs
circled her wrists, locked in place by small silver padlocks, a length of
heavy steel chain passed through rings on her cuffs and hung high on a metal
hook set in the beam above her head. Senta was not stretched taut, but did
feel tension in her shoulders as the weight of her arms hung on her cuffs.
She held the chain in her hands holding her weight while she watched and
waited. Senta was naked save for the cuffs and a wide leather collar locked
around her neck in similar fashion to those on her wrists, and a pair of
open- toed high heeled shoes. Senta looked down at her feet with her legs
held apart by a branch, stripped of its’ bark and branches, tied at the ends
by leather thongs to each ankle. She regarded the shoes with curiosity, so
unlike any she normally wore. She concentrated on the shoes blocking out
the chain and the party, what were they for anyway? Her mother always told
her they were to make women taller, but she was certainly tall, her sister
said they were to make your legs look sexy, but Senta never noticed any real
difference. She decided that her feminist friend Kate had it all figured
out, it was so women could not run away. Senta began to feel the chill of
the early evening surround her naked skin, her nipples stiffened, the night
air pressed against her naked sex telling her again what she already knew,
she was very wet.
Senta thought again about the first time she had seen him. It was an art
class during the summer session, she needed the credits, didn't want to take
time from her more serious study during usual semesters. She thought it a
good opportunity to take a “fluff” course out of the regular school year.
Senta took her seat at one of the high tables set at random around the large
studio and regarded the teacher leaning against a table at the front chatting
amiably. His eyes seemed to smile even though his face appeared thoughtful
and serious. She thought him German with his longish brown hair that curled
over his ears and sharp features, or maybe Scandinavian like herself. He
was tall, about mid- thirties she guessed, attractive she was certain. It
had been only a few short months since Daniel had dumped her so unceremoniously,
the pain was still there whenever she thought about it, she certainly was
not ready for a relationship yet, but there was something about him. Senta
worked at ceramics during the class that met three times a week for two hours.
She worked diligently, if without talent always looking forward to the class.
Seeing Dr. Magnus made her life infinitely more interesting.
Senta heard a loud burst of laughter erupt from the group across the lake.
She could not make out any one person but instead a collection of shapes
and shadows passed before the fire. She wondered if they could see her at
all, she figured it was unlikely as they had to be five hundred meters away.
She decided she would give them a good show if they could, she was
unashamed, after all, she was there by choice. Senta straightened, thrusting
her breasts forward into the darkness, tugging down on the chain for emphasis
she stood proudly, looking at the now roaring fire in the distance,
imagining its heat.
The heat from kiln hit her like a solid slap as she removed the vase she
had just fired. It was a wretched thing, she chuckled to herself ,while she
jealously looked at the other student projects lining the shelves.
Senta stopped short and looked closely at a tankard she spied there. It was
large, wide mouthed, rough looking. It looked like something that would not
be out of place in an ale house of her Viking ancestors. What struck her
most was the tankards handle, it was a naked woman. The figure would be on
all fours if the tankard were held on its side, on her knees and elbows
actually as she looked closer, with her wrists and ankles held fast to the
tankard by metal bands that circled the top and base. The girls’ head was
tossed back, her mouth open, her eyes closed in a look of aroused bliss.
Her back was arched, bottom high and waiting. Senta wanted to touch it, lift
it, check if her sex were spread as she noted the large breasts on
the captured girl. She wondered how it would feel to be so vulnerable.
“Like it ?”, she jumped as she heard a familiar voice
behind her. Turning Senta saw the smiling face of Dr. Magnus, looking not
at her, but at the ceramic tankard. Senta cleared her throat as she was caught
off guard.
“Interesting piece”, she said diplomatically.
“I like interesting”, Magnus replied lifting the work
from the shelf. “I made it.”
Senta lifted her head to look at the black leather bands circling her wrists.
She held a riding crop tight in her teeth, Magnus had placed it there after
he had tied and chained her on the porch. Holding it by its end before her
face she leaned forward taking it in her mouth as sensuously as she could
never let her eyes leave his. Magnus let go on the crop holding his hands
inches from it as he stood returning her gaze.
“I’ll be back” he promised softly with a smile. He ran
his hands lightly from her breasts over her flanks and down the fronts
of her thighs making her shiver. The cuffs pressed on the flesh at the back
of her hands leaving a deep red line, Senta wiggled her fingers and found
them fine, no numbness or real discomfort. Senta was drawn to splashing and
shouts of laughter coming from the group. Two boys had run wrestling into
the lake as the band cheered them on.
“Too much to drink there”, Senta thought setting
her mouth in a serious line around the crop. She thought of lunch yesterday,
a small ugly diner in a smaller uglier town on their way up to the lake.
Senta sat in a red vinyl and chrome booth with Dr. Magnus eating her French
fries one at a time with her fingers. She dipped the tip of each fry in a
puddle of ketchup on her plate and licked a bit off the tip before
biting it in two, coyly playing the flirt. Magnus smiled slightly at
her antics over the rim of his coffee cup, his lips smiled but his eyes showed
a keener intent. Senta continued her flirtation, Magnus continued to give
her more and more rope. She wanted to check the time, she also wanted to
touch him. Senta reached across the table, taking the Doctors wrist
she turned it slightly to see his wristwatch. Senta smiled as she let go
of his wrist, sliding her hand across the back of his as she looked deep
into his eyes. Senta’s elbow knocked the water glass sending ice and liquid
cascading across the smooth tabletop. Senta let out a cry as the waitress
quickly came with a towel to wipe the spill.
“Sorry, sorry”, Senta repeated re-arranging the tables’ dishes as the girl
mopped.
“I can't take her anywhere”, Magnus smiled to the
waitress, “But I’ll spank her when we get home.” The waitress let out a short
laugh shooting the embarrassed girl a sideways glance, Senta’s face
burned red. They rode the rest of the way to the lake in silence.
“I’ll spank her when we get home” echoed in her head over
and over. Senta fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, nervous excitement churning
in her stomach.
A shower of sparks shot skyward as more wood was tossed on the fire. The
party now had quieted, people had paired off, were sitting on the shore,
or stood silent staring into the flames.
Magnus had spanked her as promised after her shower. Senta came into the
bedroom wrapped in a towel affecting a grand entrance, hair was unnourished,
free and wild. Magnus sat quietly on a cedar chest at the foot of the bed.
He smiled as Senta came to his side, her eyes locked on his as she undid
the towel letting it slip to the hard wooden floor. She bent and kissed Magnus
on his lips, her eyes closed as she savored the man. Senta sighed as she
felt his hand slide up the back of her thigh to caress her bottom, the other
hand firmly took her wrist guiding her across his knees. Senta bent her knees
lifting her feet off the floor, put her head back, opened her mouth and closed
her eyes. She was the perfect vision of a captured wench of an ancient Viking.
Senta arched her back as she opened her thighs, her skin was warm from
the hot water, the cool air hit her sex with a shock. Magnus let his finger
tips linger on her lips for a mere second sending an electric tremor through
her body. Senta held her breath, slowly pressing her bottom into the air
offering herself, poised and waiting.
Senta’s bottom smarted with a pleasant sting as she lay quietly under
the down quilt on his big bed. Slowly, pressing back into his lap moving
her bottom shamelessly trying to feel for his hardness stirring between her
thighs. Senta wanted to excite him, wanted him to take her again as he had
earlier. She bent slightly forward at her waist , laying on her side cradled
in his warm embrace. She opened herself wider, feeling sticky in her
crotch, she ground back on him harder , his deep, regular breathing told
her that he was sound asleep. Senta lightly smoothed the hair on his forearm
with the palm of her hand, wanting him to be awake so very much.
Senta slid her tongue across the smooth leather
of the riding crop. The taste of the leather on her lips, the taste of his
shaft on her tongue. She buried her nose in his pubic hair gagging slightly
as he slid into her throat. She balanced on the bed with knees and elbows,
her reddened bottom high in the air, open and available. Magnus lay back
of the pillows, an arm cocked behind his head as she savored his hardness,
she let her breasts sway brushing lightly across his thighs as her
nipples stiffened. She swirled the tip of her tongue its’ swollen head just
as she now ran it along the riding crop.
Senta watched the distant fire burning lower, things seemed
quieter on the distant shore, she watched for movement around the fire but
she could see none. Senta heard the creaking of a wooden door behind her
as an arc of light swung across the rough boards of the porch. The lamps
sent her shadow spilling down the steps onto the rocky drive in front of
the cabin. Senta felt herself framed in the light of the open doorway and
was certain the sudden flash of on the darkened hill had drawn
the attention of all on the lake shore. Senta was suddenly afraid for the
first time. Magnus closed the door behind him and stepped quietly onto the
porch, she was in darkness once again. A loud “Wooooooooo Hoooooooo”, from
across the lake was now the only sound. Magnus stood before Senta lifting
the riding crop from her mouth.
“Nice night” he said absently snapping the crop against
the side of his blue jean covered calf.
“Yes it is, very nice”, Senta agreed testing her aching
jaw. Magnus sat down on the porch steps letting the crop dangle from his
hands between his knees.
“At least it’s past mosquito season”, he spoke out
into the darkness, “If it wasn’t they’d have chewed you to pieces by now.”
Senta wasn’t really listening, she wanted him to come to her and kiss her.
Hearing no answer to his small talk Magnus turned slowly getting to his feet
moved standing in front of Senta. “Have you been
a good girl while I was gone?” he traced a line with the tip of the
crop around her breasts
“ Oh I’ve been very good ”, she strained forward in her
bonds offering her breasts to him. Magnus continued his idle drawing on her
skin, down her belly to her groin where he thrust the crop roughly between
her legs. Senta let a gasp escape her lips before pulling on the chain, head
back and a loud “Ahhhhhaaaaaa. “
“I think I’m going to mark you,” Magnus spoke bending
the crop in his two hands. “I want you to stick your bottom out”, he moved
her hips slightly back with the tip of the crop, “After every stroke I will
wait for you to return to this position before I strike again.” Magnus circumnavigated
her tied form running the palm of his hand across her backside as Senta held
very still,
“Any questions?” he asked as he returned to face her. A second
passed, then two,
“Do you love me?” Senta asked almost as a child would
ask the question. Magnus eyes flashed with surprise before a practiced composure
returned to him.
“A Master always loves his slaves”, he said avoiding her
eyes.
“But do you love me ?” she asked again urgently, a rattle
of her chains drove the point home loudly. Magnus put his arms around her
waist, bent and kissed her softly,
“Yes, I do love you“, he whispered. She waited,
“Are you telling me the truth?” Senta whispered into his
ear. Magnus placed her chin on his shoulder as he cradled the back of her
head in his hand. Her breasts crushed to the rough wool of his sweater as
she leaned forward in her bondage.
“If you give a man a mask.”, he began softly “He will
always tell you the truth.” Senta opened her eyes to see another explosion
of sparks sail into the black sky. She wanted to be bathed in that firelight,
she wanted to be tied tightly in it’s warmth like a pagan sacrifice, naked,
expectant, willing to suffer for him. She wanted those on the far shore to
be witnesses to her submission, to validate her love and her desire. Senta
kissed Magnus on his ear, arched her back, thrust her bottom out above parted
legs, closed her eyes, held her breath, and waited.