When Morgan met Yoshe
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning
*©Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn 2013
*Dedicated to my friend 3DCaptor


The stone floor was still cold beneath my numb-yet-aching bare feet and the heat from my spent and smouldering half naked body did little to negate the creeping chill in the air of my captor’s basement…

Tonight was not the first, nor would it be the last, that my captor had left me bound, gagged, blindfolded and alone, with only the echoing sensations of the pleasurable torture which he had visited upon me a mere hour earlier for company. In fact, our night together had felt almost routine, he knew my tastes, knew which physical punishments pleasured me most and he knew how and when to implement them during our time together to ensure the deepest of physical reactions from me. As always had had begun quickly and aggressively, using the rough bullwhip against my naked skin to startle my senses and rush my elation… throughout our night I had submitted to and accepted numerous ties and positions to better expose my body to the lashes of my captor’s whip; my thighs, my stomach and chest and my back had been his domains for my punishments entirely, until the pain had threatened to render me unconscious.

Unable to relax my body or lie down due to the chain leading from my collar to the basement’s ceiling, I was forced to stand on stinging feet with an aching back within an isolating darkness and thick silence. Half the night felt to be have passed me by but I knew that realistically it must only have been an hour until I heard the basement’s heavy door open in the distance. I listened intently for the sound of footsteps but heard nothing over the light clinking of the chain and my still-heavily throbbing pulse…

Moments later I felt the tender touch of sleek fingers against my face as my blindfold was slowly and gently removed. The dull light of the basement made it easy for my eyes to adjust to the vision of beauty in front of me; a short, slender, young Asian woman wearing nothing but red lace lingerie and a pair of black stockings. I’d have smiled at her had the gag in my mouth not made it impossible to do so; so instead I continued to stare in awe as her eyes studied my body at the welts and lash marks that my captor’s punishments had left behind. It was hard to read her expression, she looked curious more so than anything else and instantly I imagined her in the place of my captor with the whip in her hand and her eyes focused intently on mine as I writhed with the pain for her enjoyment…

As she dropped the blindfold to the floor and moved her hands to unlock the chain from my collar I found myself wanting to ask her name, I knew I couldn’t and knew that she wouldn’t answer me. She, like me, was one of my captor’s slaves, it was obvious that she had been sent for the sole reason of making me comfortable; she would not untie me, would not take the gag from my mouth, punish me or pleasure me in any form, she would simply make it possible for me to sleep without choking myself on the collar around my neck. Again my mind wondered, barely able to stay on this side of reality for more than a moment at a time without fantasising about her so vividly; were she to take the gag from my mouth I’d kiss and bite wherever I could reach just to taste her, were she to untie me I’d embrace her and press my body against hers as tightly as I could… I was unaware of anything else while I stared and fantasised about her; the background had faded to black in the uninteresting distance, the cold stone floor on my raw naked skin went unnoticed by my senses as my mind continued to burn her image into my memory…

I lay on my back on the stone floor of the basement staring up at her in the same way that she was staring back at me, I wanted to know her thoughts, know what she was thinking and know if they were the same as mine. Her curious expression had changed to a softer more open-hearted expression; her lips weren’t smiling but her eyes were wide and welcoming and fixed solely on me in my bound and helpless state. Countless short yet eternal moments passed between us with neither of us making a sound or moving an inch, as if our thoughts were entwining within space between us, playing out to both of us with countless possibilities and a wealth of unspoken excitement...

The silent moments between us ended all too soon when she eventually snapped her own mind back to reality and stood up beside me. I looked up after her as she stood over me, my eyes too full of longing and disappointment for me to hide. Catching my gaze she brought a finger to her lips, kissed it, crouched down beside me once more and pressed the same finger over the gag in my mouth with a smile.

I smiled back as best I could and watched her leave. The basement fell dark, as dark as it had been with the blindfold over my eyes.

I’d come to know her as Yoshe, my captor’s prize possession.

I closed my eyes and fed on the mental image I had taken of her and wished that I could have the chance to spend just one night with her…