Sasha – A Once Upon A BDSM Tale
It was a cold and damp winter night, and Sasha shivered as she looked out the window and watched the blizzard rage on. Sasha cuddled closer to Master and pulled the warm fleecy blanket more snuggly to her body as her soft blue eyes moved to the fireplace before her, and she laid her head contently against Master’s chest. Her small frame slowly fell into rhythm with His even breathing and she shifted carefully in His lap as her finger traced slow lazy circles on His chest.
“Are you comfortable?” He whispered to her.
“Mmmmm, very Master.”
“Good,” He replied softly and cradled her a little tighter.
“Master?” Sasha whispered.
“Yes pet?”
“Could You please tell me a story? You know how i love them so.”
“It is late My pet. Another time perhaps.”
“Oh please Master, tonight is perfect, and i so love Your stories. Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?” Sasha gazed up at Him, her sapphire blue eyes pleading into His warm hazel stare. She saw the corners of His mouth twitching as He tried to maintain a serious glare, but finally a smile grew on His face and He gave in to her beseeching face.
“Alright My pet. You win for now, but you will owe Me big? Fair enough?” Sasha giggled happily and tucked her head under Master’s chin as His hand slowly began stroking her long blonde tresses.
“Yes Master, quite fair. Could You tell me the one about the princess again? I love it to pieces and it always gives me such wonderful dreams.”
“Yes My sweet slut, although I am starting to get a little sick of that one,” Master chuckled deeply as He wet His lips and prepared to retell the story yet again. “Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a beautiful princess. She lived in a huge castle with the most beautiful view. Her father reigned over the village with an iron fist, and was a feared man among all who knew him. All, that is, except for the princess. She had her daddy wrapped all the way around her teeny tiny finger and she knew it, and he knew it, and the whole village knew it. It used to be cute when she was young, but now she was in her early twenties and her behaviour was becoming abhorrent. The King was getting tired of his daughter’s tirades but didn’t quite know how to handle her, except to buy her more stuff and let her have her way. Which we all know, is not the solution.”
“One day, a handsome man rode into town on horseback, and quickly made his way up to the looming castle. The guards at the door were adamant that he would not be allowed in, for he was a drifter with no papers or money, but he persisted. He handed a note to the head guard and extracted a promise that it would be given to the King, and until a reply was received, he would stay where he was. The guard glared at him, but headed inside to the King’s game room and dutifully handed over the note. The King looked at it quizzically but slowly unfolded the small dirty paper, his eyes scanning the words, his face not revealing any emotion. His large fingers refolded the sheet and he handed it back to the guard. ‘Return this to the man and send him in’. The guard was a little surprised at the response but did as he was told and ordered that the drifter be allowed inside immediately.”
Sasha moaned softly as she listened to her Master’s deep voice tell her the story again. She almost knew it by heart. Master continued.
“The King was sitting in his large jewel encrusted throne as the dirty drifter made his way inside behind the guards. He knelt down before King Jasper Avanti, and waited for permission to rise, keeping his head lowered respectfully. ‘Rise and take a seat, I am interested in what you have to say for yourself young man.’ The drifter slowly rose from his place before the King and walked over to one of the large chairs placed in front of the throne. ‘Yes my Lord, thank you.’ He took a seat and cautioned a gaze at this formidable man before him, so feared by all he had spoken to. ‘Well, I don’t have all day man, hurry up and say your piece.’ ‘Yes Sir. I have heard from others that you may be, um, having, er, problems with your, uh, daughter’s behaviour, and I believe I may be able to solve that problem your Majesty.’ ‘Oh? And just how do you think you can do that?’ ‘Well, Sir, I believe the princess may be a tad spoiled, and I know just how to rectify that.’ ‘Well son, I’m still waiting to hear how you plan to modify my daughter’s attitude.’ ‘Oh yes of course. I, um, well, a full day spent with me, away from her indulgent lifestyle, she will learn not to take her privilege for granted. I have worked with other royalty before, and straightened out many wayward princesses like your own Fiona.’ The drifter proceeded to list off a bevy of other royal families he had helped, and urged the King to contact them and ask them their opinions of his work. ‘Come back in two weeks time and I will have my answer. You are excused.’ The King waved his hand dismissively and left the large room.”
“Two weeks later, the drifter returned to the large castle, and was not surprised when he was received a little more pleasantly. He was shown to a large room in the empty west wing of the castle and told to clean himself up before dinner. Laid out on the bed were a number of fine silk garments and he smiled to himself as he thought about the task ahead. As he made his way to the dining area, he could hear loud shrieks and screams, and he knew instantly it was the princess fuming at her father. He didn’t have to hear the words to know exactly what she was saying, and her tantrum seemed to get worse and worse as he neared the doorway. He entered unobtrusively and watched the interaction between father and daughter, she really would be a handful he realized as she ranted and raved on. The King noticed the drifter, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. ‘May I be alone with your daughter for a moment Sir?’ The King just grunted and stalked from the room as the drifter was left to face the seething princess. She glared at him evilly, folded her arms across her chest and stared defiantly at him. She was beautiful, he realized. Long flowing blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, full breasts which were heaving in her anger, and those full pink lips, were just a few of the components of the beauty before him. For the first time, he was actually nervous about this job. Her nostrils flared slightly as she watched him look her over, then she pasted a fake smile on her face, and very sweetly told him to ‘bugger off please’. She turned to stomp out of the room, but he finally gathered his wits about him and grabbed both of her arms from behind, and pinned her up against the wall.”
“The princess fumed and began to scream, but his large hand covered her mouth, careful to avoid her teeth, and he pressed very tightly until her resistance slowly began to ebb. ‘We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It’s up to you. But I’m here for the day and I have a job to do and I intend to fulfill my end of the agreement.’ He twirled her small frame around as he hovered over her steadily. When I remove my hand, you better not scream, if you do, you will be instantly punished. Is this understood?’ She shook her head yes, her eyes cold and angry as she watched him. His hand slowly slid from her mouth, and he waited for her scream. They always screamed, and that was part of his plan, and she did not disappoint. His hand instantly flew to her waist and he bent her over, and before she could even comprehend his actions, he spanked her across the bottom five times, very hard. She gasped and sputtered, and her body practically seethed her anger as he twirled her back upright and his hand covered her mouth once again. He waited patiently for what had just happened to sink into her head, and watched her reaction carefully, for this would determine how much work he would have ahead of him. Her hands began to pummel his chest in an effort to escape, and he sighed as he realized this one would be a lot of work. He whisked her over to the dinner table and pushed her down violently into the seat, knowing the impact would hurt her already sore ass. She gasped in shock, and before she could protest, he shackled her hands behind her back intertwined with the chair.”
“Her small frame bucked and jerked in her seat as she tried to get free, but the heavy metal held firmly and she remained in place. The King re-entered the room and his face grew astonished at the site before his eyes. But he had agreed not to interfere and he was going to hold himself to his end of the bargain. He seated himself at the head of the table and watched as the drifter, who he had learned was named Chelton Lee, seated himself alongside his daughter. The princess watched her father sit down, and her angry posture turned to one of sweetness. ‘Oh daddy, please don’t make me do this, please.’ She whined, but he remained silent. The begging continued endlessly as the food was brought out and the first course was served. Her stomach growled loudly; she hadn’t eaten since yesterday at lunch and she was famished. The man beside her spoke quietly but firmly to her, ‘if you want some food, you will ask me politely to feed you, otherwise you will go hungry, I don’t care either way.’ Her face grew stony again, and her whimpering was replaced with loud ranting and ravings.
The King struggled not to give in as he and Chelton ate their meals and her loud voice carried on angrily. The courses continued but she refused to give in and ask to be fed, and instead continued her screams. As dessert was brought out, she looked forlornly at the delicious chocolate cake set before her, so close yet so unattainable, or was it? Her stomach grumbled again, and she knew everyone could hear it, and it would be another twelve hours until the next meal was served. She caved for the first time in her life. ‘Please may I have some cake?’ Chelton smiled, nodded, and carefully fed her a bite of the dessert. She moaned as the sweetness invaded her mouth, and licked her lips happily. She eagerly awaited the next bite, but Chelton put the fork down and resumed eating his own dessert. ‘Is that it?’ she seethed, mad once again. ‘When you ask for another bite politely, you will receive another bite, and not until that time.’ He carried on eating, his expression blank. Her eyes widened. ‘Give me another fucking piece of cake now you filthy maggot!’ she screamed. Chelton sighed, she really would be a pain in the ass. ‘One more out-burst, and you will be gagged, understood?’ Her mouth dropped open and she turned to her father expectantly. ‘Are you seriously going to let him do this to me daddy?’ The King nodded stoically as he finished up his dessert. Truth be told, he just wanted to get away from this table. He rose regally as he looked down at his daughter. ‘For your own good, just give Chelton a chance, ok? I will see you tomorrow at dinner, hopefully a little more respectable.’ ‘This is fucking unbelievable,’ she screamed shrilly at her fathers departing back. Before she could release another expletive though, a rather large ball gag was thrust into her mouth and secured tightly. Once again she bucked and writhed in her seat to no avail.”
Master looked down at Sasha as He cleared His throat and checked to make sure she was still awake. She was. He smiled to Himself as He continued. “Chelton finished eating his dessert and licked the fork clean then he reached for her piece and quickly ate hers as well. Her blue eyes now ice cold glared at him as she released high pitched squeals around the gag. He smiled at her congenially. ‘Since you have chosen to wear this gag, I guess you will have to respond with shakes of your head. What would you prefer to do tonight, read a book?’ She stared at him and remained still. ‘Alright then, how would you like a lesson in the rules of proper etiquette?’ She just stared at him still. ‘Hmm, this is puzzling. Ok, how about we visit the dungeon?’ Again she remained motionless, and Chelton smiled knowingly. ‘The dungeon it is then. But first I just have to grab something from my bag. Don’t go anywhere,’ he chuckled as he reached under the table and retrieved his shackles. Her eyes widened in shock at his choice of activities and if possible, widened even more so when she saw the foot shackles. He bent down and carefully placed them around her ankles, his eyes were unable to resist looking up her slim sleek legs and his finger slowly traced along her inner calf. She jerked in surprise, as did he when he realized what he had just done. He had worked with many princesses, but had never actually wanted to get intimate with one of the spoiled rich brats. He feared that had changed now as his crotch tightened and her legs snapped shut. ‘Sorry,’ he mumbled and undid the arm cuffs from the chair so she could rise.”
“He helped her up carefully, and waited for her to push him away, which she did. He also waited to watch her teeter and fall, which she did. Her dress landed provocatively up around her waist, exposing her long tanned legs and a hint of her red panties. He groaned inwardly and turned away slightly so she would not see the reaction he was having to her. When he turned back, her face was bright red with embarrassment as she stumbled about trying to stand back up unsuccessfully. Due to the gag, there was a small dribble of spittle trailing down her chin that she was unable to stop, and the frustration was evident in her eyes as they filled. ‘Would you like my help? Nod for a yes, or shake your head for a no’. She mewed pathetically as her head lowered and she nodded softly. His strong arms reached out for her and easily righted her. ‘Would you like my help in walking?’ He asked quietly, and once again she nodded. He guided her out of the room, and headed down towards the dungeon, intending to frighten some sense into her. She didn’t cause any further problems along the way, and when they reached the cool dark room he felt comfortable removing the leg and hand shackles from her limbs. His arms still gripped her tightly as they walked by cell after cell, a few filled with vagrants and criminals from the village. As they neared the end of the corridor and headed into the empty portion of the dungeon, he noticed she was putting up no fight at all and wondered if perhaps he had been wrong about her, maybe she wasn’t so bad after all. He leaned her up against the outside of a cell and reached down to remove the gag. His fingers traced along her soft creamy cheek, and brushed through her mane before reaching for the buckle to the gag.”
“Her eyes had softened as she watched him and he touched her skin, and as he leaned forwards to remove the gag, his hardness brushed up against her and she jerked slightly in reaction. ‘I’m s…s…sorry,’ he stuttered, instantly feeling guilty as he pulled the gag away. She just stared up at him quietly, unnervingly. He couldn’t read her, at all. The princess looked up at this handsome man towering before her, and couldn’t decide if she wanted to punch him out or sleep with him. Her body sure wanted him, but her head was violently against the idea. She remained quietly in place, confused and unsure. He backed away slightly, shocked by his own reaction to her then leaned up against the cell beside her. The two stood there for what seemed an endless time, then she slowly turned towards him, examining him carefully. He watched her beautiful face as she looked him over, and he wanted to reach out and pull her to him, but suddenly her gaze shifted slightly to the right of him, and as he turned to see what she was looking at, she pushed him hard with all her might and the bars behind him suddenly gave way and he fell backwards into the cell. She quickly snatched the door shut, and smiled triumphantly as the lock clicked into place. She stepped away from the bars as she watched his face comprehend what had just happened, and she began to dance around gleefully in front of him. Small giggles spilled from her lips. ‘Serves ya right, serves ya right,’ she taunted.
“Chelton slowly rose from the floor and dusted himself off, glaring viciously at her. ‘Let me out of here right now. I mean it. Seriously’. She laughed slightly louder then suddenly stopped. ‘You can’t tame me! Nobody can tame me. That is the way I like it, and that is the way it will be. I’m a brat and proud of it. Just wait until my dad sees this spectacle.’ Chelton maintained an angry glare through this little speech of hers, then switched directions and smiled brightly. ‘I’ve already tamed you dear,’ he said sweetly. The princess’s face contorted into an angry snarl as she glowered at him. Her voice grew loud and she waved her finger in the air as she shouted. ‘You have not. No fucking way!’ He smiled brighter, nodding patiently. ‘Yes I have my dear, and you know it,’ he said sweetly. Her face got even angrier and she marched up to the bars, hands flying around as she screamed at the top of her lungs, ‘you have not!!’ He took this opportunity to grab her wrists through the bars and snap the wrist cuffs back on, trapping her around one of the thick metal bars. Her face registered shock as she tugged viciously on the restraints. ‘You asshole,’ she shrieked, ‘let me go.’ He shook his head solemnly as his hand dipped into his pocked and extracted a key. At first she thought he was going to unlock her cuffs after all, but instead he slid the key into the lock on the door of the cell and released himself. ‘Did you honestly think I wouldn’t have a key to the cells?’ He asked incredulously.”
Sasha shifted against her Master as her favourite part of the story neared. She breathed deeply and cuddled closer as the rest of the world faded away and she became entrenched in this story.
“The princess shrieked and writhed in anger as she realized that she had just been had. The nerve of this man, she grumbled to herself as she tugged at the cuffs, bruising her arms in the process. She tried to look back at him to see what he was doing, but couldn’t see him anywhere. She was about to scream out when she felt something pushing at her foot and realized he was still here and was spreading her feet slightly apart. She began to resist but he was too quick and he shackled her feet to the bars as wide as he could. She screamed out in frustration, but this loud shriek was cut short as the gag was quickly stuffed back into her open angry mouth. She shook her head and body in protest, but she was in no position to really cause him any problem. He opened the door to the cell wide open and looked at her from inside, smiling softly. He pulled some rope from his back pocket and looped it around the chain of her wrist cuffs, then tugged it downwards, her along with it, and attached it to her ankle restraints, effectively forcing her to bend down. She grumbled in protest at this uncomfortable position, and he just lightly stroked her hair and walked back out of the cell. She had no idea what he was doing, but she could hear him rustling around behind her as she attempted to pull herself free. Her limbs were already aching as she stopped writhing and tried to find a comfortable position, her body jerked once again as she felt her dress being lifted up around her waist then draped over her head. The cool air brushed up against her, and she squealed in embarrassment at how he was exposing her body. Unbelievably, he began to pull down her panties, revealing her most private parts, and she began to panic and lurch against the restraints.’
“A loud swoosh filled the air seconds before she felt the searing pain on her ass, and her body jerked wildly in surprise. Another swoosh came, and the burning pain was repeated on her other ass cheek. She screamed into the gag, and tears began trailing down her cheeks. ‘You will receive one lashing for every year of your life in which you have been an insufferable brat, do you understand?’ Chelton asked and raised his arm again, aiming the thick leather paddle onto already red skin. Her small frame jerked again, and he began to count the smacks. ‘Four’ … smack … ‘five’ … smack … ‘six’ … smack … and so on and so on. Her ass was burning and stinging so painfully her thoughts of escaping fled as she concentrated on his count, hoping the end was near. He stopped at 19, reasoning she couldn’t have been that bad when she was only 3 or 4, and the lashing was over. Her body was trembling as he placed the paddle aside and slowly rubbed the bright skin, soothing it, before reaching around and beginning to once again release her from her restraints. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere this time around. He pulled her dress back down, and held her to him as he wiped away her tears, letting her cry and howl in his arms as he rocked her gently. She slowly stopped and just leaned into him as he continued rocking her. Her blue eyes tilted up to his face as she looked at him quietly, so unsure of what was happening. She shifted, and swiftly pushed him to the ground and hovered above him, her eyes confused and half-closed.”
“He readied himself for whatever would come next, but Chelton couldn’t have guessed it in a million years. She leaned forwards and suddenly kissed him. He lay motionless at first, confused, but her soft sweet mouth urged him on and he couldn’t help himself and soon was kissing her back deeply. His arms wrapped her to him tightly as he pressed himself to her needily. Her fingers guided his up under her dress, and he found her hot wet sopping pussy and he grumbled raggedly, and swiftly repositioned so that he was now on top of her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he struggled to get a hold of himself. He looked down at her panting wildly as his own chest heaved heavily. ‘Do you really want to go all the way?’ He asked her through clenched teeth, almost afraid of the answer. She nodded yes. ‘What did I tell you about asking for things you want?’ She stared at him blankly then quietly whispered, ‘please fuck me?’ He tried to keep his face serious, but he caved and laughed heartily as she giggled underneath him. He stopped and looked down at her, then suddenly and almost savagely he attacked her beautiful body. She responded just as wildly as he pulled her dress up over her head and unclasped her foundation garment. Her small hands had already pulled the silk shirt off of his chest, and were now working clumsily on the fly of his pants. His hands roamed her chest, squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples, pulling her rosy buds until she squealed. His mouth lowered and sucked and nipped on her breasts, tasting the beauty of her soft delicious skin.”
“Her hands finally succeeded in removing his pants and her hands instantly slipped inside to feel the raging cock trapped within. She moaned throatily, and her hips bucked upwards uncontrollably as he helped her tug his pants from his body. He looked at her nude form and his hand stroked his cock as she spread her thighs and her hot juices slid out. ‘Have … you … ever … had sex before?’ He asked embarrassed. She shook her head no, and he bit his lip. ‘You do know this may hurt a little then, right?’ She nodded yes and he lowered himself down into her tight virgin hole, stretching it painfully as she arched her back in both pain and pleasure. He moved slowly and gently, opening her carefully until she stretched around his throbbing cock. He had never wanted to cum so bad, but he resisted the urge to plow into her, and finally he reached the resistance. Tears were falling from her eyes again, and she was biting down on her lip hard, but she nodded yes reassuringly and he pressed forward until the thin skin gave way. She screamed out, but clung to him viciously as he ever so slowly began to pump in and out of her tight hole. He waited until her moans of pain turned into groans of pleasure then slowly began to accelerate. He pushed into her a little faster, a little harder, and soon his balls were slapping against her wet pussy as the two of them began to move in unison. Her full chest pressed so tightly up against his hairy one, her neck tilted back as he sucked on her nape, her face was one of wonder as they rode each other as if they had done this many times before. He sensed she was nearing her climax, and he held off his own orgasm until he could see her spasming and feel her cum surround his cock buried deep inside her. At that point, he could no longer hold off and he exploded inside her small body, shooting wave after wave of his seed into her belly. She screamed in joy as they came together, and as she felt his cum shooting deep inside her, she clung to him desperately.”
“The waves slowly ebbed and the two of them melted into one as he rested gently upon her body, still inside her as he softened. She buried her head in his chest, but he tilted her chin up so that he could look into her face. Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled shyly up at him. The two of them remained in that position for some time, eventually falling asleep clutching each other. When they awoke, they made love again, and again. Near dawn, Chelton carried this woman he somehow fell in love with in less than 24 hours up the stairs to her bedroom, kissing her softly before he headed towards the door. ‘Get some sleep, then shower and meet me downstairs for breakfast, I think we have some explaining to do to your father.’ She smiled up at him happily, ‘yes Chelton.’ He grinned ruefully. Well, even if a bit unorthodox, he had managed to tame another princess, most likely the last one. He headed for his own room and fell instantly to sleep. Later on, after seeing the change in his daughter, the King was thrilled. He was less than thrilled when he found out the two were in love. But she had managed to keep some of her determinedness, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, the King was still wrapped around his little girl’s finger. If she loved this man, so be it. The two were married and lived happily ever after. The End.”
Master looked down at Sasha, now fully asleep against His chest, and smiled happily. He loved this woman, He truly did. He cradled her in His arms as He rose and carried her to T/their bedroom. She moaned sleepily, but quickly fell back asleep. He slid into the bed next to her and softly traced His finger along her creamy cheekbone. “Yes My lovely Fiona Sasha Lynn Avanti-Lee, get your sleep, for you owe Me a big favour in the morning, and I plan to collect on it big time, very early, very early indeed in the dungeon.”
