Kira Tales — Ch. 05 — Kira’s Capture
Kira’s Capture
© William D’Ark
This work is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains graphic language and numerous sexually explicit scenes related to bondage, discipline, and sado-masochistic (BDSM) lifestyles, as well as exhibitionist-voyeur and power exchange relationships which may be considered offensive by some readers. All depicted sexual and/or BDSM activity in this work is considered expressly consensual between adults. All characters and events are entirely fictional and any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental.
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(At the tavern…)
‘Kira, did you just make a mess,’ Sir asked. Part of him wasn’t teasing.
‘A big one,’ Kira admitted. ‘It’s like I peed my jeans, I came so hard. I guess it’s no secret, I cum that easily. And a lot. I’m soaked.’
She thought about what she had just said. ‘Did that confession embarrass you, William? If so, I’m really sorry. This is just the way I am. The way I’ve been pretty much all my life. And these rubber bands… hissss.’ Kira made a face and shrugged.
‘Hmm, no. It’s fine. I like what you just did. Very sexy.’
Kira looked up at him sheepishly. He likes her like this! She took the next step. She could feel the nipples pounding with every heartbeat.
‘My mother thinks I have a disorder. Something called persistent genital arousal. How’s that for med-speak… Translated as she’s a sex addict, an orgasm junkie. She blames all my other issues on that. But it’s not some disorder, it’s something I’ve cultivated since I was a little girl left alone a lot. I used my hands to learn what my body likes and doesn’t like. I’ve never had the heart to argue with mother about whether or not this is a sickness, a dependence. It might have been something that led to trouble with drugs and alcohol but if cumming is an addiction… I’ll never give up.’
She paused to see how he would react. Sex addiction? Might challenge any relationship after a while.
Before he could reply a third voice spoke up.
‘How are you folks doing? What can I bring you?’ A waitress had appeared from out of the shadows. She word a clown-like, fakey smile on her face. The eyes were insincere. Vacant. Been in this job how long now? Kira wondered. She and Sir were just a couple of customers while her shift ran on.
‘Our girl here has had a kind of accident,’ Sir said.
‘Oh my. Really? What happened?’ Her interest perked up, looking down at Kira.
Kira looked at Sir wide eyed. How could she explain?
‘Show her,’ Sir said.
Kira went stock still. Show her..? Show her what? Her cum-drenched jeans?
‘Show her everything,’ Sir answered.
Did he just read her mind?
Even more self-consciously, Kira looked at the waitress. ‘This caused it.’
The waitress watched in fascination as Kira’s fingers went to the shirt buttons. The front panels parted and the swollen banded nipples came into view. The waitress’ jaw dropped. She reached out to touch Kira’s breast.
‘That looks like it hurts,’ said said, rubbing her forefinger lightly over one of the swollen bulbs.
‘It does,’ Kira admitted, flinching. ‘ So good, you know what I mean?’
‘That good?’ the waitress frowned and smiled at the same time.
‘The bands made me cum…’ Kira blushed.
‘So that’s not spilled booze I’m smelling…’
Everyone laughed.
‘Well honey, just take those nasty things off. Give them to me and be done with it. We can take a trip to the ladies room, get you cleaned up a little. How does that sound?’
‘They’re so tight, I don’t think I can unwind them. Maybe we should cut them off?’
‘Oh hush, it’s not so hard to do. Here…’ The waitress took the nearest breast in one hand. A flashing movement later, two fingers of the other hand rolled the band away from the deeply bitten, berry-sized nipple.
…Feeling as if hot iron had pierced Kira’s skin!
She shouted in anguish and pulled away. Her breasts swung free in the half light of the bar, the shirt wide open. Everyone in the room turned to see what was wrong. Kira sat there motionless, stunned. The second nipple began its own feverish pulse in sympathy with the first.
Sir leaned back and folded his arms, curious how this predicament would play out.
‘Let’s do the other one now,’ the waitress said. ‘Come on.’
‘I’ll do it!’ Kira replied. She lifted the second breast and oh-so-gently rolled the band with the fingers of her other hand. But no matter how softly she worked the nipple, blood rushed back into the capillaries… like pins were piercing the teat.
‘Sw-eet jesus!’ Kira shouted again. Her eyes went wide as though someone had slapped her.
Nipples pulsing with every heartbeat, exposed to the room… feeling the sexual fire… Kira’s lead leaned back. She came a second time for all in the room to see.
‘… UUhhh!!!….’
…and collapsed on the table, part of her mortified while the other parts… throbbed. Her shoulders flexed, trying to shake off the exquisite pain. She wiggled her hips as the ripples in her belly subsided.
A heavier scent of girl-cum wafted up from under the table.
People in the restaurant stirred. ‘Did you see that?’ one of the bar patrons loudly asked.
The waitress looked at Sir. ‘It’s time to put this girl to bed, if you don’t mind my saying. I’m not sure rubber bands are her favorite toy.’
‘Check please,’ Master said wryly.
‘I thought you might be ready…’ she said, pulling the ticket out of her apron pocket. ‘…Like for something more private.’ She grinned drily, handing the bill to Sir.
He plopped cash onto the table, including a healthy tip.
‘Why thank you sir. …Pardon the pun but I hope you’ll come again.’
Kira looked up and shook her head. Sir smiled.
‘I’ll hang on to these,’ waitress said, waving rubber bands as she walked away.
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Master had Kira by the elbow as they made their way to his car. She was upright and steady but somehow each step was a challenge. She blamed it on the high heels she was wearing.
The car was parked in back, facing a low brick wall. The weather was warm, balmy, the parking lot empty. Sir gestured for Kira to have a seat on the bricks.
‘We need to have a short conversation,’ he said.
‘About what?’ Kira was still trying to process what had happened to her inside. Should she be embarrassed? Thrilled? She had taken off some of her clothes at the command of a man she barely knew, had engaged in a type of bondage she never imagined could be so deliciously painful… had exposed herself to a dozen other strangers including the restaurant’s owner-barkeep, not mention a women who had fondled her breast without so much as an invitation. And she had cum hard, twice, while everything was churning around her. While her date sat quietly watching.
She could still feel the pulse pounding inside her sensitive nipples. She had only half-buttoned the shirt so the material wouldn’t rub against the sensitive skin. The jeans were double-soaked with cum. Not the creamy kind that came from slow, gentle sex. This was the explosive, like-a-spigot kind. Real juice. The denim was shiny wet between her thighs, all across her ass, almost to her knees. She had nothing to change into before sliding — literally — onto the Lexus’ leather seat.
She was a more than a little exasperated with this second date.
‘Talk about what?’ she repeated.
Sir cleared his throat. He might have something formal to say, Kira thought. Formal worried her.
‘Kira I think we need to be clear about the rules of the road here. Between us. It’s been over six months since we met. Our going out together, in the middle of your recovery, is pushing the envelope more than a little. It’s a turning a provider-to-client thing into a social thing that a lot of people would frown on.’
Kira was listening. Doubts began to stir in her mind. And her heart, she realized. Was he going to dump her?
‘Am I your client, William?’
‘Technically yes, once you climbed down from that truck cab into my car. Although I haven’t been the one that’s helped with your day-to-day program I checked you in to the hospital. I arranged for your care. That means I’m one of your responsible parties.’
‘I’ve seen you in the background on and off since then,’ Kira replied. ‘Standing in the back of various rooms. Therapy sessions. Group meetings. You watching me. Are you like that with all your clients? Or just the ones that show you their pussies the first time you meet. And their tits on the second date.’
Sir tilted his head. ‘You have this edgy part of you, I’m noticing. I bet people have told you that before.’
‘What’s your point, William? What are we talking about here?’ If this was their last date she wanted him to get on with saying so.
Sir cleared his throat. ‘Breasts,’ he said.
Kira frowned. ‘Beg your pardon?’
‘Not tits, breasts. Tits is slang. Uncouth. Derogatory.’ He took her hand. ‘Tits is unflattering. You are the opposite of that.’
Kira blinked her eyes. ‘Really.’
She was confused. Tears came up and she looked away. ‘Why are we here William?’
‘Breasts, not tits. From here on. I want you to say it.’
Kira crossed her legs. The wet jeans were cold against her crotch. She folded her arms. Her date had taken on the firm, confident manner she had seen before. And that she liked.
Almost reluctantly, she said ‘Breasts. Alright.’ It seemed she was giving up control to him a little at a time. She wasn’t sure why.
William cleared his throat again. ‘Pussy is more acceptable. Once upon a time that word was vulgar slang too, worse than tits. But it’s come into the vocabulary to the point where people use it often. Instead of vagina, vulva, cunt.’
Kira smiled. ‘And what about cunt? I’ve been called that nearly my whole life. I’m so used to it I think you’d have to hypnotize me before I quit using the word.’
‘That can be arranged,’ Sir said without a smile.
Kira’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Oh?’ She shifted her posture so the half-buttoned shirt became more of a come on, an enticement. ‘I might like being hypnotized,’ she said in a low voice.
William said, ‘Don’t distract me. Here’s the bottom line.’
‘Finally…’ She hardened her posture.
‘If we continue to see each other, I want you to know that I will be in some jeopardy. For a while, anyway. Maybe six months, another year, till you disconnect from the city’s recovery system and are on your own again. I could lose my license. I could lose my practice.’
‘Why are you telling me this?’
‘Because I’m willing to take the risk. Even not knowing you that well…Unsure whether you want to try to make this work.’
She blinked again. ‘Wait, you’re not throwing me away?’
‘Dumping you?’ Sir said. ‘No. I like you Kira. I want see more of you if you’re willing to consider the… unusual… path I am on and want to share with you. Taking that path together could change both our lives. I’m willing to risk the job consequences if you are interested.’
‘Another path? I don’t understand.’
‘In my language, I might like to own you, Kira. Someday. I might like to possess you. Literally speaking. Own you as my property, as a lifestyle partner. In what’s called a contract-based, power exchange relationship.’
Kira stood up and threw her arms around his neck. She sat on his knees. Grinning, she kissed him full on the lips. ‘Is this like a marriage proposal? So soon? I have to sign a contract?’ She was feeling playful.
‘Not at all. And yet yes, to some degree. It would be a full time relationship, and there would be a formal agreement. If we each have the stuff to make it work.’
‘What about my affliction? My addiction?’
‘That won’t get in the way. It might actually give you an advantage. Heavy sexuality is part of the deal.’
‘You sweet talker you.’ She kissed him again. She looked into his eyes. ‘Say more, please. Tell me what I need to do. How does a girl like me become your property?
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Sir gave her the outline of what PE, BDSM and dominant-submissive living were all about. About submission — the first step in power exchange — versus consensual slavery where a person gave over entirely to the will of another and became their contract property. He talked briefly about bondage, discipline and sado-masochism. Then he explained the difference between lifestyle contracts vs. marriage vows.
At the end of it Kira felt like putty in his hands. ‘YES,’ she said, more than once. ‘That’s ME. How did you know? How did we find each other… after all the shit I had to go through?’ She let the shirt drape open in front of her so the breasts would sway and the nipples peek out as a gesture of gratitude, submission, surrender, slavery…whatever the man was talking about.
He was ready with an answer to the how did we find each other question too, but Kira cut him off.
‘Shh, too much talk,’ she said with a kiss. Opening the shirt wide she stood in front of him and pressed her breasts to his face — something he willingly allowed. He sucked and licked the still-sensitive nipples till she was ready to cum a third time.
But, no, not so fast this time, she thought, when he’s almost proposing to you on an old brick wall in downtown Rochester. After only two dates!
…Hmm, maybe that didn’t sound quite right, she thought, …the two dates part… when he was talking about someday owning her… That was the weird sounding shit that often made the evening news and caused her to shake her head.
She pushed back the orgasm and gathered her wits. ‘Ok, I’m not sure about any of what you’ve told me. You might be some mass murderer, I’m still not sure. But I’ll make an effort if you promise to be patient while I’m figuring things out.’
‘Well that’s encouraging,’ Sir said. He stood up and took Kira’s hand again. He walked her to the car, drawing keys from a pocket. He unlocked the passenger side door and turned towards her. She closed her eyes awaiting a kiss.
‘Take off your clothes,’ he said. ‘All of them this time. Before I give you permission to get in the car. Take off your clothes.’
Kira’s eyes flew open. Her heart raced as she looked back at Sir. Was he kidding or was this for real? A test, maybe? Or another command from a man that had all but said he wanted to be her Dominant, her Sir, her Master. She had already been topless for him in the restaurant. Just a few minutes earlier. And what was this about permission to get in the car? Would he leave her there if she refused this new demand?
‘If we can make it work,’ he had said. The words flashed into her mind. Kira was going to have to prove herself. She was going to have to figure out whether a power exchange lifestyle was something she really wanted.
And right that moment he wanted her naked. In a public place.
Not really understanding her role, Kira conceded again.
Let’s see where this leads.
‘Yes Sir,’ she said.
The unbuttoned shirt slid back from her shoulders. The heels came off. She wrestled with the closure of her sticky jeans then peeled them away. Like the skin of a banana, she thought. That was all there was. Three items, nothing more. That was Kira.
Her future Sir seemed to appreciate what he was seeing.
She stood naked in the restaurant parking lot. Hand on one hip, knees slightly bent, like she had seen models do in magazines. She hoped it all looked right.
Sir thought she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Lithe, lean, medium height. Full, heavy breasts. Dark areolas — maybe three inches wide — with large tight nipples, something he favored in a woman… Flawless, smooth skin. Bright blue eyes that contrasted with shoulder length black hair shining in the evening light. He marveled that she could look so good, be so attractive, after a week or two of hard use in the city’s downtown ghetto.
Who knows what they did to her there? She hasn’t recalled any of the details.
He came forward and opened the door, gesturing for her to sit. She slid onto the leather seat and felt… comforted. Reassured. Naked, yes… always an edgy experience; she could never predict how people would react when she was in exhibitionist mode! But just that moment she felt at home. She breathed deeply and smiled to herself, taking in her surroundings trying to memorize the moment when she had said YES to the man. Where it was. What it looked like. The sounds, the scents, all the Body stuff. She felt electric energy moving from head to toe. Pleasure. Emotional pleasure. Relaxed in her own skin. Trusting this man who was willing to risk part of himself to be with her. Trusting herself too… that she was not making another mistake.
A memory raced across her vision. Some guy named Steve…buying her lots of drinks and then a cheap dinner…expecting to fuck her…hearing no, arguing about it…driving through alleyways in the summer rain…pulling at her clothes…fighting…getting pushed out of his car…
The car speeding away. No purse. Topless in tight denim shorts. Midnight in the slums…
Sir slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. They made their way onto the main highway leading south. It was twilight this time, Sir in his white shirt, black suit jacket and slacks. Shiny black Johnston & Murphys. Kira in her…
Bare skin.
Will he push me out again? No he’s not that guy. Relax Kira… But will he let me cum as much as I need; he doesn’t know me yet. Can anybody love me? Is it real this time? Where are we going anyway? Ohh…that air feels good on my skin.
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Dusk gave way to dark. Sir seemed to know where they were going but was quiet. The sound system, tuned to 91.5, was playing Mozart she heard the DJ say.
Kira let the highway lamps sweep over her with their soft yellow glow. The car windows came halfway down, allowing river and lakefront air to swirl around them. A portion of her long black hair was swept out the window.
An exit sign said University of Rochester. Sir slowed down. A right, then a left… suddenly they were driving 15 miles an hour through the campus. Kira sat up. Cars were on the streets and people on the sidewalks. The Lexus came to a crossing and stopped. Pale blue light illuminated her body.
Unclothed.
Kira absent mindedly folded arms across her chest.
‘No,’ said Sir. ‘Let them see you if that’s how it goes. I will put you on display most of the time, at home or in public. Tonight? It’s this way.’
Heart beating faster from the thrill of being ‘forced’ to show, Kira uncrossed her arms. She relaxed her knees. The thighs parted, offering an view would lead eyes straight to her bare sex, her core self. The crosswalk lights changed and people moved. Closer. Closer. ‘Oh my goddd…’ Kira groaned.
He was exposing her to dozens of strangers, men and women who seemed to be heading towards some nearby sports event. They passed in front and back of the car, talking, laughing, hauling coolers and padded seats. Looking ahead, they walked right past.
Oblivious of Kira.
‘Take a breath,’ said Sir. ‘People are wrapped up in their own small worlds. They rarely take the time to look around them.’
He ran the palm of his right hand across her chest. The breasts wagged and the nipples stiffened.
‘Look what they missed,’ he said.
Kira’s half shut eyes were a sign, if Sir had been able to see. She was alternately exhilarated and horrified that he had put her in this position. As sexual as she thought herself to be, this level of overt, brazen presentation was something she had never dared do on her own. Yet… she was somehow annoyed that they hadn’t seen her.
I’m a walking contradiction, she found herself thinking. Do I really want this? Or don’t I… What the fuck is happening to me?
The car was in slow traffic…it became apparent that a baseball game was about to begin…with Kira completely nude as people strolled by or drifted past in cars within feet of her half open window.
Sir refused to let her cover up; fought her, in fact, if he thought she was shielding her breasts or pressing her knees too close together.
‘Sit up Kira. I want them to enjoy you just like I enjoy you,’ Sir said. ‘They might have you too. Any of them. The men, the women. I might give you to any of them. Or all of them. Being naked for them, letting them see, is just the beginning. Think about what I am saying. You are naked for them to see and enjoy, however the situation unfolds. This is what I want and expect from you as my power exchange submissive.’
Kira’s breathing quickened more at the ideas Sir kept feeding her. She felt blood pulsing in her ears. She knew herself to be an exhibitionist, a slut, but how far did this man really want to take things? What was he really saying? That he might give her to any of these people? To be fawned over, fucked? For how fucking long..?
Wait, did I just ask myself how long he might let them use me? Am I already there? Committed like that?
He made a quick left turn off of Wilson Street onto a feeder road named Library. Prince Athletic Complex, a sign said. A few feet later, another left and he pulled the car to a stop between two pickup trucks.
‘Our space,’ he announced, shutting off the engine.
People behind them milled on zombielike, their destination in sight. Towers Field.
‘Tonight’s game is against Syracuse,’ Sir said. ‘Sorry but we won’t get to watch.’
Thank god, Kira thought. He won’t parade me through the stadium like this.
Sir stepped out of the car and walked around back to the passenger side. He opened Kira’s door.
What did he expect of her now, she wondered. That she would stand up naked in the side-cast stadium lights? With all of Rochester — or so it felt — within just a few feet of her?
‘Put the sweater on,’ he said. ‘Come with me.’
Kira paused, thought about Sir’s command, then reached for the 5-button sweater. It barely reaches my hips, she thought. My legs, my ass, my pussy…
Completely exposed…
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Continued here.
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