My Story
By Patience Bryce
Copyright 1992
His eyes. Those intense brown eyes. She sees so much in them. In moments
those eyes can evoke a variety of feelings in her. Her arousal can be
heightened by those eyes...but so can her fear. Those eyes can make her smile,
or even silence her. The worst is when she catches a fleeting glimpse in
them...something she can not grasp the meaning of...and she feels momentarily
confused. She'll blink, look away from them...from him. When those eyes are
intent on her own, is when she feels the most exposed. That this is where he
discover who she really is. What she may succeed at holding back physically...
she gives away with her eyes.
He gazes intently upon her eyes, speaking to her, expecting ...requiring an
answer. But as long as their eyes meet, she can't respond, for she can't think,
she can only feel. To be capable of answering him, she must slide her eyes away
from his. Only then can she catch her breath, becoming capable of
speech once more...the words come, stilted, haltingly at first.
Kneeling before him, head slightly bowed, eyes downcast, the answers to his
inquiries come much easier...Yes, Master, no, Master...and he doesn't see the
reactions to some of his statements. How the eyes widen in surprise-or dread-
when he tells her something new to expect. He misses the smile that she tries
to hold back as he talks to her.. and she anticipates...she can feel her face
flush with rising excitement...almost ashamed at the intensity of her wants and
desires for what he is going to do to her.
When his focus is off her, and he goes about the room, preparing things,
she remains in her kneeling position as told, but she follows him with her
eyes...watching him, admiring him, wanting and needing him. She watches the
concentration on his face...and she can't quite stop the slight smile forming on
her lips...as she anticipates the pleasures that he is about to take from her.
But at times, the smile fades, as she wonders if he'll ever take enough
from her.
As he puts her in the doorway, she watches him, as he secures her wrists..
she enjoys his touch. He stands close, but without touching her and looks for
a moment into her eyes...as she waits. His next move is swift and well placed,
as his riding crop strikes her tit. He never takes his eyes off hers...seeing
the change in them as she feels the pain, and it is reflected in her eyes. And
she can see the shear pleasure reflected in his...and she becomes aware of her
body reacting to his pleasure. She often wonders if he also sees the conflict
within her, as she tries to rationalize the mix of emotions. As the desire in
her continues to mount, he steps back from her...a new type of pain is reflected
in her eyes, as he sits back and watches her. To have him so close.... yet so
removed from her. She can no longer meet his stare as the reality of their
separateness sets in. She wishes she could speak to him...but is unsure of
herself...not sure how to say anything at this point. If only
he would come back to her, touch her, kiss her, strike her. To bring on all
those different feelings that only he can produce in her. Finally, she watches
as he rises, and slowly comes to her. She watches as he picks up the hood...he
looks into her eyes once more...but she is unable to interpret what is behind
his. As she is enclosed in darkness, she is almost grateful for the reprieve
from his stare. But it's short lived, as she knows he will be leaving her. Her
own eyes strain through the blackness. Too soon she is alone. He can't see the
tears well up in her eyes.
Later, as she is chained to his bed, she watches him...over her now. On
her...He again watches her eyes as he uses her. With deliberate slowness he
starts to squeeze her tit...as his cock enters her hot, wet cunt...as the
pressure is increased their eyes lock, neither wanting to miss what the other
is feeling. She's lost in his eyes until the pain is too much, and her eyes roll
back, closing. .in order to deal with the pain...her body strains against the
restraints in protest of the pain, and rises up against him...a groan of pleasure
escapes from his lips...and the pleasure of that sound courses through her
body...increasing her wetness. Finally his hands move...she knows what's coming
next and she wills her body to relax, to let him take this from her, too. She
opens her eyes again...staring into his eyes as long as she can...he understands
that she is ready for this....