Do not resist me

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I am bundled into a van chained inside arms and legs steatched out hood placed over my head I am chained in such a way I can't move or fall even when driving around corners, but instead the chain pulls and tugs on me like I am a rag doll. I am taken to a deserted place I'm dragged through the darkness of my hood until I feel a tug to gilt me still then hands push down on my shoulders until I am sat in a chair I feel my wrists bound to the arm rests and the hood removed. My ***er stands before me and begins to tell me a story taking me through the past month where he has been stalking me taking my photos without me knowing watching from a distance bumping into me and apologising just to get close to me lusting obsessing over me to the point he can't take it anymore and must have me even if that means in his twisted mind he has to take me by ***. He then tries to touch me but I pull away I must fight back with sickened eyes, he tells me he will have me I will come round to his way of thinking eventually and if I didn't he will make me! take me by ***, he unties me kicking and screaming draging me over to a premade bed cuffs me to the bed and leaves, returning with lunch. He removes the cuffs grabbing the scruff on my neck leads me back to the chair where the table is no longer laid out with pictures but instead is now set for a meal. He insists I should eat as he lingers over me and when I refuse I feel a tug on my hair forcing my head to back until I open my mouth all the while he is talking constantly about how I must become his and how he will win my affections at any cost, I look at him in utter disgust as I do he stands me up by my hair and walks me over to a pole in anger at my refusal to not even consider his affections my hands are bound around the pole and my legs are ***d apart by a bar, he slips away for a moment only to reappear with a large knife at this moment I freeze in panic he pulls my skirt away from my body and begins to cut once the skirt falls to the floor he repeats the process with my knickers as the knickers melt away he whispers in my ear that I will succumb to his will eventually then inserts two fingers in me as he stands behind me, when I pull away his vice grip only tightens to the point I can't move! I can feel his chest against my back and his breath down my neck the warmth sends chills down my spine. I resist I fight my stubborn nature keeps me angry at his ***ful nature been taken without permission. When his guard is down slightly his arm releases enough for me to move so much I manage to make his fingers slip from me this only angers him intensity and he walks away only to return with a chain that wraps around my hole body keeping me from been able to move away from the pole even an inch, I hear a whisper echo down my ear "for your wrong doing you will have to be punished" he then slaps my arse with a wooden paddle so hard my chin hits the pole he smacks again and again until I cry out to please stop another whisper "I don't want to hurt you but if you are going to miss behave I will be punished for doing so". He then releases the chain and resumes his position behind me pushing his hand between my thighs once more this time I don't resist he plays until I moan then stops and strokes my hair away from my ear and whispers "that's it for now" he unties me takes me over to the chair straps me in and gives me water stroking the drip from my chin with his thumb. He walks out leaving me strapped to the chair alone I look for a way out and when he returns he finds me on my side having tried and failed miserably, he picks me and the chair up in one clean sweep putting me back upright calling me a silly girl as he does so. He then rests his hands upon my still ties wrists leans farward so he can stare straight into my eyes and says in a calm voice I could have hurt myself but for my clear act of defiance I will be shown a lesson.! Despite my pleading as he unties my wrists I find myself draged back over to the pole chained once more this time he doesn't sat a word as he whips me until I scream and cry begging for him to stop he unties me as I sob, as I drop to the floor he grabs me carries me over to the bed places me face down and cuffs my wrist to the bed he begins to rub cream on my sore bottom telling me "I doesn't desire to hurt you but if you keep been disobedient you leave me with no choice" he then doesn't stop at my bottom and begins lifting my top to work cream all over my back arms and legs soothing my hole body he then crawls over the top on me kisses my nack and pushed his hand once again between my thighs my body to week to fight back his fingers deep his arm brushing against my throbbing sores swelling up on my cheeks, with each thrust inside me the sting radiates until I can't concentrate on the pleasure or *** and they merge into one, with a whisper I hear him speak once more "my hands can cause *** or pleasure the outcome depends on you" as the words ring through my drum an exploration engulfes my hole body. He then unties me takes me to a door opens it where there is a bath he locks the door behind us, he runs the bath as I lay curled up on the floor to exhausted to move he then removes my top and scoops me up places me in the water and begins to clean my body and wipes mascara away from my eyes that have streaked down my checks from the tears caused by these now delicate gentle hands, once all washed and cleaned he stands me up holding my hand as I step out of the bath stood naked and bare he towel dries me taking extra care when going over the abrasions on my cheeks. He then takes me to the bed once more to see the patch that was created via his hand and what pleasure he can create if only I allowed him to and didn't resist.

[Si****]

Now then...
You need more pauses to begin with. Its like reading through a police chase without any full stops or paragraphs. It gives the reader a chance to absorb what you've written and see, in their minds eye, the pictures you're trying to create.
Secondly, you need to watch out for grammatical and spelling errors. I've noticed quite a few, in addition to occasions where the perpetrator said I instead of you.
Always go back and re-read what you've written before deciding on the final copy.
Finally, watch out for there, their, they're and to/too errors.
Otherwise a very good story. Well done.

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57 minutes ago, SirPhileasFlogg said:

Now then...
You need more pauses to begin with. Its like reading through a police chase without any full stops or paragraphs. It gives the reader a chance to absorb what you've written and see, in their minds eye, the pictures you're trying to create.
Secondly, you need to watch out for grammatical and spelling errors. I've noticed quite a few, in addition to occasions where the perpetrator said I instead of you.
Always go back and re-read what you've written before deciding on the final copy.
Finally, watch out for there, their, they're and to/too errors.
Otherwise a very good story. Well done.

Grammar isn't my strong point, dyslexia and all.. I noticed a few mistakes after posting but unfortunately already hit that button. I don't often do long laid out fantasies of mine after so long the letters to me become blurred trying to read it

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SweetForbiddenFruits I just want to say that i think your dead brave posting your story when you struggle with dyslexia and grammar .
I struggle with the same issues to please don't be put off with the teachers and correction police comments , they are always ready to pounce on people's imperfections .
The main this is you tired and you was brave...... and i liked it so thank you x

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7 minutes ago, Laney73 said:

SweetForbiddenFruits I just want to say that i think your dead brave posting your story when you struggle with dyslexia and grammar .
I struggle with the same issues to please don't be put off with the teachers and correction police comments , they are always ready to pounce on people's imperfections .
The main this is you tired and you was brave...... and i liked it so thank you x

I'm old enough to not let what people correct me on effect me. I actually did learn something from a man that put me down, he said to me people should learn the difference between your and you're, by the end of the conversation he was very apologetic I simply explained that I self taught myself how to read and spell, even with dyslexia, and that yes I still make mistakes but I am constantly learning and trying to widen my knowledge on vocabulary and instead of putting a person down for really trying despite struggling would he care to teach me the difference helping me further. I still make the same mistakes time and time again unfortunately but if my mistakes bother someone well it's their problem not mine if they can spot someone who clearly tries but struggles and expects everyone to be perfect well they are going to get very disappointed as no one is always 100% perfect (especially with predictive text). I'm not a novelist I'm just a person with a fantasy, I'm not professional writer, I don't spend hours typing my fantasies out because that's my kink or even a hobby, simply a common every day girl with a fantasy she typed as you played it through her mind, trying to concentrate on what it really is she likes about this fantasy what little details are important to her ❤️

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Im pleased your able to not let it effect you ,however there are others who will not feel the same and that puts them off expressing  in themselves for *** of being wrong or looking thick .

Maybe if an offer to help proff read your story or private criticisms would sit better for me and for others who struggle and wish to write to express themselves.

 

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41 minutes ago, Laney73 said:

Im pleased your able to not let it effect you ,however there are others who will not feel the same and that puts them off expressing  in themselves for *** of being wrong or looking thick .

Maybe if an offer to help proff read your story or private criticisms would sit better for me and for others who struggle and wish to write to express themselves.

 

Yes I'm sure plenty would like to but *** holds them back, I could have done better but at 2am amd after a 10 hour shift my brain wasn't fully engaged for spelling. The hole point of bdsm is to help people grow and feel its a safe place to express themselves without judgment this shouldn't just apply to kink but very common aspects to life like spelling also.. I just find most that can spell, have somewhat of a writers background and do stories often for fun forget some people are not as good as them.. After a extremely embarrassing experience in school nothing people can say now could ever make me feel that bad again from that day forward I decided I wasn't going to let it effect me but instead accepted my weaknesses but still try my best regardless, I often bring up in interviews my spelling weakness and when they ask how this effects me I say it doesn't as I am not ashamed to ask others for help, a weakness only effects you if you let it ❤️

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I feel arms wrap around my waist as I am bundled into a van, chains rattle and clang against the metal shell as my arms and legs are stretched out where I stand. All falls to darkness as a hood is pulled over my head, I'm chained in such a way I can't move or fall even when he drives around corners but instead the chains pull and tug on me like I am a rag doll. 
The van stops but the chains clinic ringing so loud in my ears for a moment, as the noise evaporates into the air all falls to silence. I can no longer hear the steady rumble of engines or wheels rolling along a busy motorway, all is silent. Its to quiet a minute feels like a life time! The pop of the door the slide of the runners makes my heart race, beating so hard I *** my chest could explod. The van shifts weight over to the right as he steps up making all the chains ring once more. The ringing makes it difficult to know where he is located, how close he maybe to me, as they calm back to silence I feel a presence in front of me. He moves and for a split second I believe this is it, this is how I will died chained and blind in a van in a unknown location. Instead my arms drop the chains fall crashing all around me in a symphony of sounds. I'm grabbed by my arm his grip so tight I yelp but he doesn't losen, I'm dragged through the darkness of my hood until I feel a tug to gilt me still.

His hands cup my shoulders pushing me down until I am sat in a chair, I feel my wrists bound to the arm rests and the hood removed. I blink a few times adjusting my sight to the light, as the blurr begins to fade I see my ***er standing over me. Sat bound before him he begins to tell me a story as he places photos on the table in front of me one by one, he takes me through the past month where he has been stalking me taking my photos, one at the supermarket, bank, work, out with friends and the last to lay before me is of me stepping into my home. This man has been watching from a distance and I never noticed, he even admitted to bumping into me and apologising! He got so close to me and I never thought twice. He has been lusting, obsessing over me to the point he can't take it anymore and must have me, even if that means in his twisted mind he has to take me by ***. He suddenly reaches forward in an attempt to touch my frozen body, but my instincts make me flinch, pulling away with sickened eyes. He stays so calm simply placing his hand on the table as he says "I will have you, you will come round to my way of thinking eventually and if you didn't I will make you! 
He unties me from the rusty chair, I kick and scream as he drags me over to a premade bed. He pushes me in the back so hard I lose my balance falling onto the soft sheets, before I have time to think I find myself flipped over and my wrists cuffed to the metal headboard. In that moment I realised he doesn't want to kill me he wants to me, take my body! He turns away from me walks over to the door and leaves never looking back in my direction as it slams shut. I lay here confused cuffed and ***, to shocked to cry.

I hear movement from behind the door, I hold my breath as it swings open not knowing what to expect. He smiles at me as he walks over to the table placing the bag he carries upon it, I look the other way, he has such a kind smile how could he do this to me. He removes the cuffs grabs the scruff of my neck then he leads me back to the chair where the table is no longer laid out with pictures but instead is now set for a meal. He insists I should eat as he lingers over me. When I refuse I feel a tug on my hair forcing my head to gerk back, I am a fighter I have never given up in my life, I do not intend to start now! I stare stright into his eyes as I slowly open my mouth, as I open his hand releases my hair and he sits in the chair to my left. He begins to feed me my favourite food sushi, how did he know! All the while he is talking constantly about how I must become his, how he will win my affections at any cost. I must have look at him in utter disgust as he slams the fork upon the table suddenly letting out a sigh, he slowly stands never letting his gaze leave the fork. Something about him has changed the feeling in the room has suddenly shifted, I'm now filled with worry. Still staring at the fork his hand lunges at my neck, he stands me up slowly as I gasp for air his gaze still fixed on the fork. As I stand there within his grip his eyes seem so sad maybe even disappointed, his gaze lifts to meet mine as they do they change from sad it a glare I can see his teeth clench, I suddenly feel so small and ***. He walks me over to a pole my neck still within his grasp, his anger at my refusal to not even consider his affections flicked a switch, one I'm not sure I wanted to flick and one I didn't know how to flick back. My hands are pulled back and bound around the pole, my legs are ***d apart by a bar, he slips away for a moment only to reappear with a large knife at this moment I freeze in panic. He tugs my skirt away from my body and begins to cut once the skirt falls to the floor he repeats the process with my knickers, as the knickers melt away he leans in close his lips placed against my ear a whisper "you will succumb to my will eventually" then staying ever close I feel him push between my thighs inserting two fingers in me! when I pull away his vice grip only tightens to the point I can't move. I can feel his chest against me and his breath down my neck the warmth sends chills down my spine, I resist I fight my stubborn nature keeps me angry at his ***ful nature been taken without permission. When his guard is down slightly his arm releases enough for me to move so much I manage to make his fingers slip from me, but this only angers him intensely he glares with such intensity. He walks away only to return with a chain cascading over his shoulder, my arms are ***d forward he picks me up by the waist my legs still spread by the bar, he turns me so fast my eyes spin. Now I find myself facing the pole, I move my arms only to find he has already managed to tie them back around the pole I never even felt him do it. The cold chain weighs heavy over my shoulders now, I feel rooted to the ground. He begins to wrap the chain around my hole body preventing me from been able to move away from the pole even an inch. I hear a whisper echo down my ear "for your wrong doing you will have to be punished" he then slaps my arse with a wooden paddle so hard my chin hits the pole stunning me. He smacks again and again I whimper despite trying not to, I don't wish to show weakness or ***. He smacks again and again over the same area until my eyes squeeze shut and I find myself crying out please stop through grit teeth. I sence him lean in his lips so close to my ear his breath tickles my lobe making all my hair stand to attention, another whisper breaks the silence "I don't want to hurt you but if you're going to miss behave you will be punished for doing so". 

He then releases the chain sending it crashing to the ground. He leans over me his chest resting upon my back, his left hand reaches around to grab the pole my head rests upon his shoulder. His right hand starts to stroke the back of my thigh, after the *** from the paddle this feels much nicer now my body feels light my mind in a daze. He works his way back up between my thighs slowly this time I don't resist, he plays until I moan then stops! strokes my hair away from my ear and whispers "that's it for now" he unties me takes me over to the chair straps me in and gives me water. He stroking the drip from my chin with his thumb so gently, I can't believe these hands have just caused the *** radiating in my bottom as I sit, I shift my weight in an attempt to relieve it. He hurries over to the door without saying a word to me and walks out leaving me strapped to the chair alone.

I look for a way out and when he returns he finds me on my side having tried and failed miserably, he picks me and the chair up in one clean sweep putting me back upright calling me a silly girl as he does so, he says it in such a sweet way like a father telling his child off for doing something stupid. He then rests his hands upon my still tied wrists, leans farward so he can stare straight into my eyes and says in a calm voice "you could have hurt yourself little one, but for your clear act of defiance I will show you a lesson.!" Despite my pleading as he unties my wrists I find myself draged back over to the pole chained once more this time he doesn't say a word as he whips me with a long black leather thing I have never seen before. The first hurts and burns so deep in my flesh I scream immediately and cry begging for him to stop but he carries on three more times. He unties me as I sob and I drop to the floor, he grabs me carries me over to the bed places me face down and cuffs my wrist to the bed.

He begins to rub cream on my sore swelling bottom telling me "I don't desire to hurt you but if you keep been disobedient you leave me with no choice" he then  begins to lifting my top and rubs cream all over my back arms and legs soothing my hole body. He slowly crawls over the top on me kisses my neck and pushed his hand once again between my thighs, my body to week to fight back. His fingers push deep inside me, as he does so his arm brushing against my throbbing cheeks. With each thrust inside me the sting radiates until I can't concentrate on the pleasure or *** and they merge into one, with a soft whisper I hear him speak once more "my hands can cause *** or pleasure the outcome depends on you" as the words ring through my drum an exploration engulfes my hole body. He removes his hand from me stands up and unties me. He takes me to a door at the other side of the room and opens it, as it creaks open a bath becomes viable I'm to week to stand unaided. He helps me inside and locks the door behind us, he runs a bath as I lay curled up on the floor to exhausted to move. The tap squeaks bringing me back round, to see him stood over me looking down upon my limp body. He crouches beside me lifting my lifeless body until I'm resting upon his chest and removes my top, he scoops me up carries me over to the bath and places me in the water. He begins to clean my body and wipe mascara away from my eyes that has streaked down my checks from the tears caused by these now delicate gentle hands. Once I am all washed and cleaned he stands me up holding my hand as I step out of the bath, I stand naked and bare head bowed with exhaustion. He towel dries me taking extra care when going over the abrasions on my cheeks, he never takes his hands of me when he lifts one away another soon takes its place. He then guides me back over to the bed once more, he stands with such structure as my limp body rests against his, his hand around my waist my head falls upon his chest. I can see the patch that was created via his hand, he strokes my wet hair as his words echo through the haze "you see what pleasure I can create when you allow me to and did not resist me".

[Si****]

It is unfortunate that my constructive message as misconstrued and taken as some sort of a criticism. The only reason I stopped to read this amongst the others was because it seemed interesting. I had hoped that with a few tweaks, I could enjoy many more writings from the same author in the future.
It is also unfortunate to see the do-gooders, the "there-there" head-strokers coming to the aid of the damsel in distress but alas, some people just can't pass an opportunity.
I wrote what I wrote because I thought what I read was worth reading.
I will remember to walk right by next time.

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Although I have to admit I found the solid block of text hard to read, I'd like to applaud the original poster (OP) for her hard work pouring out her heart. I edit fiction books as a side business, and I can tell you that many people have trouble with punctuation, usage, grammar, and spelling. And writing is hard except for a minority. I have one published novel, and athough I was pleased with the result, it was a ***ful slog to write and took forever, which is why I'm not a novelist for a living.

I say Cheers! for the OP.

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12 hours ago, SirPhileasFlogg said:

It is unfortunate that my constructive message as misconstrued and taken as some sort of a criticism. The only reason I stopped to read this amongst the others was because it seemed interesting. I had hoped that with a few tweaks, I could enjoy many more writings from the same author in the future.
It is also unfortunate to see the do-gooders, the "there-there" head-strokers coming to the aid of the damsel in distress but alas, some people just can't pass an opportunity.
I wrote what I wrote because I thought what I read was worth reading.
I will remember to walk right by next time.

Well a tweek is on its way I rewrite things like three times, adding more details, taking away parts.. It does take me a few goes to get it right ish probably still mistakes within it but hay hoo that's my weakness. Trust I need no one to rescue me and pat me on the head, they see a woman that dispute her flaws still tries to put her thoughts down onto paper (so to speak) and appreciate the effort. Stay turned tweek coming once mods sort it for me 

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13 hours ago, SirPhileasFlogg said:

SirPhileasflog  So  you can feed back but if others feedback on what you say that makes them do-gooders, and "there-there" head-strokers ? 

I also didn't see any damsel in distress , THE  author held her own. Your the one throwing ya dollies  out the pram with ya big man threats of  ' next time i will walk on by "  . 

Im the one who felt your criticism was self righouses ....Im the one that had the issue, no one else.

So you just carry on walking right by ,if you cant take what you serve  ......I bid you good day Sir 💋

 

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Wouldn't all this be best done in private? One comment though... SirPhilwasFogg was respectful and polite, I thought, offering constructive critisicm. 

Fruits... kudos to you for teaching yourself and your dyslexia doesn't stop you putting out a brilliant story 😚

 

 

 

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12 minutes ago, Bounty said:

Wouldn't all this be best done in private? One comment though... SirPhilwasFogg was respectful and polite, I thought, offering constructive critisicm. 

Fruits... kudos to you for teaching yourself and your dyslexia doesn't stop you putting out a brilliant story 😚

 

 

 

i respect  what you say Bounty, and i will  say no more 😊

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2 hours ago, Bounty said:

 

Fruits... kudos to you for teaching yourself and your dyslexia doesn't stop you putting out a brilliant story 😚

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