Gebetserhörungen der Tyrann

Gebetserhörungen  der Tyrann
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I've always found that the kinds of people you meet in places you don't belong are the best kind of people, and she was no exception. I found myself that lonely Thursday evening at a ritzy environmental awareness charity event in downtown New York City; the kind of event where rich people come to throw their money at charities to make themselves feel less bad about their wealth. I didn't belong. I contributed a grand total of 50 dollars, whereas the rich around me were throwing around thousands.

You may be asking at this point why I was there, if I didn't belong.


I must say, the rich and fabulous are my kind of people. High-class society was always a desire of mine, but I just didn't have the bankroll to support it. I did the best where I could, but I was just gilded: apparently rich, but just middle class. I was honestly there because I love to dress up and mingle with the rich and famous.

I was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, black bowtie, and gold pen in my pocket. I fit in all right, but I still didn't feel entirely comfortable due to my lowly economic status. I quickly realized, however, that I wasn't the most uncomfortable looking person there.

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I first noticed her because of her short, cobalt cocktail dress. It was classy, but not too elegant. It was perfect for my tastes.

Most of the females there were wearing sparkling dresses that screamed, "Stare at my big breasts." Not this girl, however. She was dressed modestly, but beautifully. She had her back to me. She seemed to be in a vehement conversation with a portly old man, judging by her hand motions. That's when I noticed her hair.

It was shoulder length, and the most stunning red color I have ever seen. Not natural red, but a fire truck red. It made beautiful contrast with her cobalt dress. Suddenly, she turned around and stormed off in a flurry of movement. I caught a moment of eye contact with her, and that's when I lost my breath. Her eyes were the most beautiful emerald green I had ever seen in my life. She broke the contact and stormed out of the building.

Without even thinking, I found myself following her out the door. She was awkwardly shuffling about on the busy sidewalk, seemingly looking for a cab. Without thinking, I found myself approaching her. "Is there something wrong, Miss?" I asked innocently. She turned around, surprised by my presence. "Umm… I'm just looking for a cab," she muttered hastily. "I'm just on my way home. I would be happy to give you a ride," I offered confidently. She eyed me suspiciously.

Her gorgeous eyes narrowed at me. "Why, so you can rape me and dump me in the woods?" She asked accusingly. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Knowing this city, that would more likely happen from a cab driver than a stranger such as me." She blushed a little. "Well, okay… I'm warning you though, I will call for help if you try anything." "It never crossed my mind," I said sweetly.

I walked her around the side of the large building to the parking lot and led her to my car, a red Ferrari 308. I opened the door for her and let her in. "Oh another one of the rich types?" she asked with conviction. "Believe or not, this car cost me less than fifty thousand dollars. It's from the 80's," I said with a slight chuckle. Her feisty attitude was cute in a way. I got in the car and started it up, appreciating the smooth purr of the engine.

"Where are my manners?" I ask myself.

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"I have you here in my car and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Christian," I state as I offer her my hand.

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She shakes it. "You mean like Christian Grey?" she asks with a chuckle. Suddenly, she turned beet red. "I'm sorry, that was rude," She said awkwardly. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Exactly like that," I said with a sly grin.


She looked taken aback and flushed even more, but she didn't comment on it. She just gave me her address and we started off. After a few moments of awkward silence, she spoke up. "My name is Sophia, by the way." "Greek for wisdom," I pondered aloud. "Were your parents Greek or just fond of the name?" "Actually, my father was Hispanic and wanted me to have a Hispanic name. My mother was as white as they come, so she made the name a little more American.

My full name is Sophia Camilla Vasquez," she explained. "Such a beautiful and important sounding string of names," I commented. She turned a little red again. "Thank you. So, what do you do for a living?" she asked with genuine interest. "I'm the CEO of Grey Enterprises," I say seriously. The look her face was priceless. "What the hell are you talking about?" I gave her a sly smile. "Just teasing you, my dear.

I'm a high-school teacher." "What were you doing at a fancy event like that?" "Enjoying the atmosphere," I stated simply. "How about you?" "I'm an environmental engineer. I attend all of those kinds of events." "Then, why did you storm out?" "The man I was arguing with had just said that it's cute how people actually care what happens to the Earth after we're dead, so I tore him a new one." Again, I laughed.

She was adorable. "What's so funny?" she asked, sounding offended.

"I admire your spark, Sophia," I said cryptically. Again, she blushed. By now, we had arrived in front of her apartment. I got out of the car and opened the door for her.

I led her up the small set of stairs up to the door. I grabbed her shoulders and gave her cheek a quick kiss. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Sophia. Shall I see you again soon?" I asked.

"Well, I'm free for breakfast on Sunday," She said shyly. I turned away from her and started off. "Wait…" she called out. "What is it?" I asked. "What did you mean when you said 'exactly like Christian Grey?" she asked uncertainly. I didn't reply to her. I just gave her a sly smile, got in my car, and left, leaving her frustrated on her doorstep.

That Saturday, I stopped by early in the morning to pick her up for some breakfast. I rang her doorbell and she answered immediately, as if she was waiting for me. She was dressed casually, as was I. "Hello, Christian," she greeted me cheerfully. "Come on in!" I entered her quaint little apartment and took in the surroundings. I was immediately met with the impression that she really loved endangered wildlife.

There were decorations of every kind about them, but the predominant focus was on red pandas. "Make yourself at home, I just have to get some things ready," she said. I walked around her living room, admiring all of her red panda plush figures and pictures and everything red panda related.

I would have expected anything red panda related to be in that room. What I didn't expect to find however, was a beginner bondage set tucked away in the corner. I smiled and picked it up. With perfect timing, she came in to see me with the box of assorted bondage accessories.


Instantly, she became beet red. Her mouth trembled as if to say something, but nothing came out. "Honey, why would you get a beginner bondage set?" I asked naively.

She stumbled over her words as she spoke. "It's.nothing…I don't know what you mean…" I put the box down and slowly approached her. "I mean, why would you get a set of all these cheap toys when you could just get a dominant with some rope and skill with his hand?" She struggled to find words, but I stopped her by planting my lips on hers.

She jerked and struggled a little, but she was definitely kissing me back. I wrapped her in my arms, kissing her more passionately. I gave her ass a quick slap. "W-what are you doing?" she asked uncertainly. "I'm giving you what you need, Sophia," I say as I snatch her up and pin her against the closest wall. I kept up the passionate kissing and start peeling layers off both of us, her will to resist completely gone.

Within long, we were both naked.

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"How about that breakfast?" I asked as I lay her down on the couch and pinned myself on top of her. I started trailing the kisses down her body, over her breasts, and down right above her exposed pussy.

I felt her body tense up, anticipating what was going to happen. Instead of what she expected, however, I trailed kisses down her inner thigh and back up again. I felt her tense up as I approached her sweet spot again, but instead I trailed kisses down her other thigh.

By this point, she was trembling with desire. I hovered my mouth over her wanting pussy for a moment before finally bending down and giving it a firm lick. She moaned in pleasure, finally getting the sensation she wanted. I trailed my tongue over her clit, giving it light flicks and inserted a finger into her inviting hole.

I slowly massaged her g-spot with my finger as I flicked and bit her clitoris with my mouth. I felt her tensing up. "Don't orgasm, Sophia," I ordered sharply.

She heard, but at the same time, I knew she didn't. I increased my rate until she was moaning with pleasure and gripping the couch around her. Before I knew what was going on, she came. She started bucking her hips and her face contorted in undeniable pleasure. When she came to, the first thing she saw was my stern face. "I told you not to come." "I'm sorry, uhh, Sir," she stammered, scared out of her mind.

"Over my knee, now," I ordered. She looked frightened, but she silently complied nonetheless. I ran my hand over her bare bottom. "You've been a bad girl, Sophia. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir," she replied immediately. I raised my hand and brought it down firmly on her bare ass cheeks, causing her to cry out in pain.

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"Count them for me," I commanded. "One!" she yelled trying to control the pain in her voice. I spanked her nine more times, for a total of ten. It wasn't many, but it was enough to turn her ass a delicious pink color. "Have you learned your lesson?" I asked menacingly. "Yes Sir," she said with a defeated tone. "Get dressed," I ordered. She acquiesced immediately. "Do I look presentable?" "You look gorgeous, but you need to fix your hair really quick." She shuffled her hair around, moving it back to its original position.

"Like this?" she asked. "Yes, Sophia, exactly like that."

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