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Last night was something I had never imagined would happen.
The people I would speak to online thought that I was hard core, but I wasn't.
To be truthful, I was too scared. Sitting on my couch, waiting for Steve to
come back, I thought back over things. I thought I had been meant to serve. Why
hadn’t I though? I was afraid to serve. To let someone else have control was too
hard. It had always been a game to me, yet now it was real. I was sitting here,
naked, waiting on Steve to come back. I was absolutely scared to death.
Not only that I was ashamed. He is married. I shouldn’t have
tempted him like that. Who was I to come between their marriage? When he named
me a cunt last night, he was correct. I should say something when he comes
back, put a stop to this. I know that if I tell him to, he will back off. He
has to. What about work? Everyone will know. Surely he won’t keep this a
secret. I know guys, and they like to talk. There is no way I could go back.
I was so out of my depth. Sitting here thinking, I know I
should go put some clothes on, lock the doors, and just hide. I didn’t though.
Maybe this was because I am meant to serve, and have just never known how to
let go. It’s out of my hands now. I didn’t ask him here last night. I didn’t
force him to use the duct tape. I’m just an innocent bystander.
At least this is what I told myself. I have no control over
the situation. The more I think about it, the more I realize that this is what
I want. To be absolved of my actions by his actions. The game is no longer a
game. Sitting on my couch, I agonize for hours. The waiting was torture. From
the time I was 12, I have been having this fantasies, and last night it had
come to life. I think I was in shock.
At some point I must have dozed off, because next think I
knew, a leather mask was being pulled over my head. I struggled against Steve;
at least I hoped it was him. I was flipped over on my stomach. He jerked my
hands behind me and tied them together. Then he lashed my ankles together,
pulling them up to my wrists. In no time I was hog tied on my couch, hoping it
was Steve in my house. I was picked up, and then sat down on the floor, the
hardwood cold against my breast.
I heard him leave the room, and head down the basement.
There was a finished room down there that I had never done anything with. A few
boxes had been stored in there, but that was it. The room was directly under
me, and I could hear him drilling and some hammering. It seemed like he was
gone forever.
Eventually he came back up stairs and lifted me by the roped
tying my hands and feet together. He took me downstairs to the finished room
and laid me on the carpet. It was the original cheap Berber carpet that had
been in the house when I bought it. No padding and thin, I might as well have been
lying on the concrete floor.
He pulled my mask off, and a sigh of relief went through me
to see that it was Steve. He was grinning at me, but it was a boyish grin. It
was the grin that a boy gets when he is proud of himself. Smiles like that make
me just want to melt and I smiled back at him, forgetting all the angst that
had built up over the course of the day. Trussed up the floor, I knew I should
say something, put a stop to this, but I just smiled. I probably should have
been afraid, but I had forgotten my game was real now.
Pinching my nose suddenly, I opened my mouth to breath, only
to have a gag shoved in. I had lost my chance to stop things, and instantly I
regretted it. “Heya cunt, how goes it? Oh, don’t worry about answering, I know
you can’t.” he says, with a little laugh.
“I think I am ready for a little more of that fun we had
last night.” Fearful, I had started struggling at my restraints. “Oh, no need
to get all excited now Hun. I know you are looking forward to this as much as I
am.”
He untied all the rope except the ones around my wrists.
With his hands wrapped up in my hair he started pulling me, “Come on stand up
cunt!” I let out a muffled sob as he jerked me to my feet. He went over to a
bag and pulled out a spreader bar. He kicked my feet apart and then attached my
ankles to the bar. The bar was about three feet long and I was spread wide
open.
He ran his finger across my clit. “Already wet I see.” He
laughed as I blushed. “No need to be embarrassed cunt, I know what you are, and
how you like it.”
SMACK
Right on my cunt, one after another. My gasps masked by the
gag. He was still holding me tight by my hair so that I couldn’t move. Not that
I could go far with my feet tied to the spreader bar. It was pain, but it was exquisite as well. I
could feel my juices running down my leg. This was the game I had played at and
was now real. I wanted him to stop, but couldn’t say anything. I was glad
though, because when he stopped, I wish he hadn’t. If I had been able to speak
it would have stopped sooner.
I could see his cock growing hard in his pants. This was
what I wanted. For my body and my pain to bring him pleasure. I so wanted him
to fuck me right then. If I could have spoken, I would have begged him to fuck
me. To bend me over and fuck me hard and fast. To take his pleasure fully out
on my body. He wasn’t ready for that yet, though. I could see by the gleam in
his eye he was going to play with me more. My pain was exciting him, and he
wasn’t ready to stop.
Going behind me, he untied my hands. I though about
struggling, but I knew it would do no good. Only make him mad, and make things
worse for me. I knew this, though what he had done so far was more than I
though he was capable to begin with. This wasn’t the Steve I had known for ever
it seems.
Tying longer pieces of rope around my hands, I watched as he
pulled one threw a ring in the ceiling. That must have been what the drilling
he was doing down here earlier was for. He pulled on tight, then tighter as it
lifted me partially off the ground. He then tied it to another hook in the
wall. Next he did the same thing with my other arm, and soon I was hanging from
the ceiling, my legs spread wide apart, open wide for him. It was rather crude,
but I guess it was the best he could do on short notice.
“I’ll be back, going to run upstairs and get some of your
toys.” He winked at me, and left the room. Not to long and he was back with an
armful of my toys. My own collection, which had clued him into what kind of
slut I was. He dropped all of it on top of some boxes and pulled out a couple
of small items.
“You do look rather bare, and I think I should decorate my
new little toy up some,” he replied to my look of curiosity. Reaching out he
pinched my left nipple; rolled it around between his fingers till it was nice
and hard. Suddenly he clipped on of my clamps on that nipple. I gasped at the
pressure applied to it, as he started in on the right nipple. When he had both
clamps on, he held up the weights. He had several 5 ounce weights in his hands.
Something he must have picked up, because I had nothing that heavy. He
tightened the clamps, making me groan, “Don’t want the weights to fall off,” he
told me as he attached two to each clip.
They were so heavy, stretching my nipples down. I began to whimper,
and my eyes filled up with tears, as he laughed at me, “That’s not the best
part cunt.” He held up another clamp, “Know where this goes?”
I shook my head furiously, wishing I could beg him not to do
it. I had some clamps for my clit, but I never used them. I tried to tighten my
legs, but I couldn’t. He smacked my left
tit, then my right as I wailed out, jerking around in my bonds. He reached up
to my soaking wet cunt, and quickly clipped the clamp onto my clit. I cried out
at the pain. It was so tight. Tears were running down my face as he ignored me
and went back over to my collection of toys.
“I bet you wonder why I am doing all this aren’t you?” he
remarked over my wails. “You see cunt you have been such a cock tease for the
last 3 years. I have wanted to bang that tight little pussy forever, and you
knew it. I think you even took advantage of that at work.” Turning around he
had one of my floggers in his hand. “Oh, but I have had you pegged for the last
two years. I know a lot about you Penny, but will have to tell you about that
later. I really do care for you, maybe even love you. You are intelligent and
funny, great to be around, but you have been such a tease. Not with just me
mind you, I have seen you with all the guys at work.”
He started running the flogger across my tits. I was crying
now, trying to beg. The clamps were so tight. I could barely hear what he was
saying. A part of me knew that he was right. I did like to flirt, but I never
gave anyone the impression that I would do anything. I wanted to tell him that,
but all I could do was cry out behind my gag.
THWACK
THWACK
Over and over again he hit my tits with the flogger, causing
the weights to swing and pull at my nipples. “Oh, but I do say I have been on
to your little secret. I noticed how quick you were to do my bidding. Of
course, later on I learned more. You haven’t been very discreet with your
online games. Oh, no, not at all cunt.” My eyes widen at that. He knew? I was
so surprised, that I stopped crying for a minute. He had stopped to watch me
process that bit of information. The little boy grin was gone now, replaced
with a malicious smile. “Surprised cunt?” I nodded as he walked around behind
me.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
He started in on my ass and my legs and my back. One right
after another then pausing, I flinched as he ran the flogger over my ass, then
he started hitting me with it again. My entire body was in pain. My mind over
whelmed by it. I had closed my eyes. “Not just with me and not just with the
guys at work, but you have been a cock tease to the entire internet. How many
years have you played your little game? How many men have jerked off to your
hot little body?” Each statement, each question was punctuated with smack from
the flogger. My body was red from the top of my back to my knees.
He placed a stool behind me. Then grabbing my hips he pulled
me up to him. When he had taken off his clothes, I’m not sure, but when he
shoved his cock into me I knew that he had. My being so short he didn’t need a high
stool to reach me. Every time he jerked me back against him, new pain shot
threw my body, the weight on the clamp on my clit jerking around. All I was
doing was crying; I couldn’t even struggle anymore. I felt an orgasm building
though. Shame shot threw me that I was going to get off on this abuse.
This was the game I had played at, and now it was real. It
was worse than I could have imagined, yet so much more wonderful. The pain was
amazing. The lack of control was gratifying. As I thought about this threw my
tears, I arched my back and began to cum all over Steve. I yelled at the
pleasure and at the pain as my cunt gripped his cock. He just kept banging away
at me. I was exhausted. Suddenly he jerked out of me, leaving me empty. I felt
him shoot his load all over my ass and back. It was warm and sticky. I hung
there with tears in my eyes breathing heavily, ready for him to take me down.
“Yum that was great cunt. You are a great cock tease and an
even better fuck, I think I need to go grab something to eat, and replenish my
energy. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a bit” laughing he left the room,
turning the light off and shutting the door.
I started to cry again. He had left me hanging in the total
dark. My nipples and clit were on fire from the clamps. I was so humiliated.
Some how he knew about me playing around online. I felt like I was heaven, yet
I felt like I was in hell. He had used my cunt like I had always wanted someone
to. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I wanted him to come back and use me
some more. Yet all I could do was hang there and wonder how long before he came
back.
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