"I control you now, your body is mine." His hand caressed her breast before sliding his fingers up to her neck.

She lie naked flat on the ground, eyes closed, in absolute supplication. She was giving up total control to the man who had already taken her heart.

His fingers slid along her warm skin, tracing the pulse points to her chin, making her shiver as delicious thrilling sensations spread throughout her. Colors behind her eyelids shifted and swirled while she felt him breathing over her before his lips met hers as he leaned over.

"My sweet helpless doll…" He whispered, his hands moving along the sides of her face and neck. He kissed her again on her forehead before he said, "Now for the rope."

He tied the knots to her body, securing the wraps along their proper points, and attached the lengths to the intricate system he had built just for her. Pulleys and wheels, hooks and steels, all working together in a marvelous design. This is what he used to move her while she could not escape.

She felt him pull her legs up, securing them with a tie before he moved around to pull her arms up, slightly above her head. She was comfortable and could move around within the rope slings but he forbade her to do so.

Then she felt the cold metal of finger claws against her skin as he brushed them along the inside of her thighs. All she could do was moan and sigh. He would tease her this way for a great length of time as she was at his mercy and his whim.

She wasn't allowed to talk, unless in an emergency, for her role was to play the Human Puppet for her Master, a rag doll for his enjoyment, to tease without mercy as he saw fit to do.

He moved himself to face her breasts and teased them, grazing the skin of her nipple with the metal claw before he took it between his teeth then licked it. He did this several times on both of her nipples while she gasped, still keeping her eyes closed.

His teeth bit lightly at her breasts, not enough to leave a mark but just enough to make her squirm in the ropes.

"Uh uh, bad dolly," he chuckled wickedly and admonished her with more bites, this time on her thighs. Then he reached to tickle her feet softly and she shook her head, whimpering. She hated being tickled and he knew it as he laughed out loud.

He re-adjusted the ropes so that she could lay her hands down above her head, splayed out like a rag doll while her legs were lowered slightly, just above the ground. She felt him using a feather on her then and groaned as it traveled along the instep of her foot, to her toes, before tickling over her foot and up her legs. He traced the feather on the under and inside of her legs before coming to her open and naked flesh, wet with arousal.

She started to buck her hips when he teased her there with the feather, brushing it along the outer labia and her clitoris. Then he used his finger to delve into the wetness coming out of her, wiping it on her thighs in a pattern, like erotic finger paint.

Her body was his to use as his plaything, an absolute gift that he could torment by denying her orgasm. She loved to give herself to him as he was so kind to her.

From the moment they met, she knew he was the one. They talked and appreciated each other. Then they shared their fantasies together, long messages filled with tantalizing details and proposals.

She wanted every part of him, giving her whole body for his half-body some would call deformed. She desired him even more because he was different and because she knew he would understand her.

"Our kind sticks together," he had said to her.

And so it was, as they exchanged their life stories, they exchanged their lives together. He became her Master and she, his slave. She was bound to him now, utterly.

"And now my sweet puppet, I'm going to torture you." He went to get the hitachi, moving on his hands as he had learned to do in place of his feet. He plugged in the vibrator, put it in his pocket as he came back to her and she knew he was true to his word.

He was sadistic in his pleasure, not letting her cum, not letting her have release as he held her on the edge so much so that she wanted to scream. The vibrator buzzed and made her throb but he withdrew it each time.

It was a punishment because she was a woman, because she was whole, because she wanted him. He would torment her, as if to make up for the lost chances of seduction in his life, and she would be his whipping boy. For a desire he could never feel physically, she would be punished, as her lust flamed within her almost to the point of engulfing her completely.

He turned the hitachi off and removed it. He came around behind her as she whimpered and moaned, finally opening her eyes to gaze at him. He kissed her, holding her neck possessively as he did so. The passion he felt for her was more than just of the flesh, it was within the mind and the spirit.

He placed his damp brow above her own and they were still this way for a moment in time that stretched forever in the span of eternity. An energy flowed between them, deep and pulsing, like a heartbeat made of electricity sparking itself into a blue fire.

"I love you, Lydia," he whispered to her.

"I love you, Johnny," she whispered back.

Theirs was a union that surpassed any, in its inexplicable strangeness, not for its shape or form but rather in its intensity and depth that few others could understand. She was lost to him but in that endless space she found the love she craved, brave new craving of mind and spirit finally found in the arms of a half-man fully realized. He found his match within her, pure passion unbridled not just in flesh but in expression and in soul.

Their scene together was over but their union had just begun.