The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

conversation with her was coming back some. She was a writer too, one struggling with an ending. He’d volunteered to help. He was regretting it a little. The Merchant’s Princess seemed heavier on romance with a little fantasy thrown in on it. Not his thing.

Still, Alex opened the attachment out of curiosity and began to read.

Submission 

I was here at Crabson’s Beach an hour before the sun set. It was a beautiful little stretch of sand, with the green cliffs beyond. I had been to this beach before. It was a quiet beach, not frequented by many. 

This evening there was only one other person on the beach. A woman in her twenties, she walked along the water, heading in the direction of the car park. I did a quick scan of the remaining sand. 

There was no one else about. 

I spotted the two poles immediately. They were dug into the sand a few feet apart from each other, very close to the incoming tide. 

I did another quick scan of the beach. There was no one about. 

My heart thumped as I walked briskly towards the poles. 

Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening. I was actually going ahead with this. 

I made it to the metal poles dug into the sand. I placed a hand on one and tugged at it. It was dug in firmly. The tide was only a few feet away. 

It was a risky thing to do. He was asking a lot of me. But I trusted him. I wondered if it was strange that I trusted him when I didn’t know him at all. 

I’ve had these desires to be dominated for as long as I could remember. Finally, I decided to do something about them. We were both in the same BDSM forum. He went by the name Master V. 

I’d stalked him on the forums for six months before I made contact. And now, two months later, here I was, at the beach, following Master V’s instructions. Obeying Master V’s instructions. 

Well, it was either obey, or turn back and go home. 

He was asking a lot of me. I needed to trust him completely. Deep down, it was what I wanted. A man to trust completely, one who would own me completely, mind, body and soul. If I turned back now, I wondered if I would ever have the courage to try this again. 

No, there was no turning back. 

I dropped my bag onto the sand, and gave the beach one last glance. The young woman had disappeared from sight. The place was empty. I had no idea if that was good or bad. I checked the time on my phone. 

I had six minutes to do this. That’s what Master V had said. To be ready in the position by the half hour. 

I pulled my tight jeans off first. Then it was my jumper. My vest came off after that. I shivered as I stood in my black panties and bra. Dropping to me knees, I opened up my backpack. Digging inside, I took out the three pairs of handcuffs and the blindfold. 

I paused, a moment’s hesitation as the last chance to back out passed. 

I took my panties off, then my bra. 

I was completely naked out on the beach. 

I dropped on my bare bottom, the sand brushed up against my ass and cunt. I spread open my legs, pressing each one to the poles, I first cuffed my right foot to the right pole, then my left foot to the left pole. 

I tested my feet, tugging at them. 

They were securely fastened. The only way to unfasten them was to use the keys which were in my backpack, as instructed by Master V. 

I then placed the final handcuff on my right hand. Before cuffing my hands together, I grabbed the blindfold and placed it over my eyes, then tied it securely. My vision completely black, I placed my hands behind my back, and cuffed then together. 

There was nothing to do now then wait. 

Here I was, naked on the beach, the tide coming in, my feet cuffed to two poles four feet apart. My hands were cuffed behind my back, and my eyes were covered by a blindfold. 

It was cold. And by the beach, it was very windy. As the minutes passed, as every hair on my body stood straight, as I became aware of the tide coming ever closer, I began to wonder if I’d made a horrible mistake. 

Master V was supposed to be here. What if he didn’t come? I had tied myself to the poles. I didn’t know how high the tide came up, but I was worried about my life. I didn’t want to be here all night, only to be found the next morning by some strangers. It was cold too. Was it cold enough to kill me? 

Maybe time passed slower when your feet were bound to two metal poles in the sand, but I was sure it had been twenty minutes since I’d been here. My entire body was cold like ice. Any moment now, I would feel the tide touching my toes. 

I had to get out of here. 

I struggled against my bonds, trying to free my legs. 

But the cuffs did their jobs, and the metal poles remained firm. 

I didn’t want to draw attention to my predicament, but I had no other choice. “Help!” I screamed. 

It was the loudest I could scream, but I feared the sound had not travelled far. The rush of the waves seemed much louder. I opened my mouth wide, ready to scream as loud as possible when I felt it. 

A warm hand touched my shoulder. 

“Who… who’s there?” I asked as I moved my head left to right frantically. “Hello?” 

“I wondered how long you could go for before you called for help,” a deep voice