His Playroom

she called him to say she was coming over.  he wanted her to spend more time there, and she was just too busy usually.  today she planned on spending some down time with him, even if all they did was talk and watch t.v., that was ok with her.

he let her in, and as soon as the door lock clicked, he grabbed her from behind.
in seconds she was being pulled thru the house.
his grip was strong and forceful.  she really didn't see it coming.
in one lightning quick moment he had one hand over her mouth, with his arm around her head,
his other hand held both of her wrists in front of her torso; his grip on both was fierce.
she wiggled and tried to break free, but that just made it more fun for him.  in no time,
he was pushing her up the stairs until they got to where he wanted her.

he had been planning something like this for a while, but lately when she was around he was either very tired from commanding army's or she only had an hour.  today she made the mistake of telling him she was free until 5, and it was only 11am.  he had every intention of enjoying himself very much today, and making her see why she should be more available to him.  she may not enjoy everything as it's happening, but, for some reason, he knew deep down she craved it.  and how she would masturbate thinking about it later. she had told him her desires many times, and although he had pushed her before, this time was going to be different.  much harsher.

He had put hooks on the ceiling and the floor with a couple waist high on the walls.  he amused himself with the fact that without her in the room, everything looked very innocuous.  there was a chair against one wall facing the rest of the room with a pillow on it, but everything else made the room look like it was under construction.  there was a sawhorse, rope, duct tape and a tarp, plus the tools that he used to put in the hooks.  in the corner there was a pile of  cinder blocks set up to look like stairs, and a stack of cinder blocks in the center of the room with a blanket on top, besides that it was fairly empty.

when they got to the door of the room he whispered in her ear, "don't make a FUCKING sound, or so help me you WILL REGRET IT!" releasing her head, he spun her around to face him.  "Close your eyes." of course she did as he said, but she did whimper a bit.  he still kept her fists in his hands, every now and then tightening his grip just to remind her she wasn't going anywhere and forcing a sob or groan out of her.
he opened the door, and pulling her in with him, he closed and locked the door behind them 
feeling her body twitch at the sound of the lock.
"yer fucked now, you stupid bitch!" he said, slapping her face hard.
he purposely didn't want her to get a look at the room.  he knew her mind was going crazy trying to process the situation.  he knew in her head she was saying "fuck.  i met him half way.  fuck!" and now all he wanted to do was mind fuck her more. 

he grabbed her hair roughly and forced her to her knees in front of the chair.  as she was lowering herself, he sat on the chair, let go of her hands and said, "you know what to do- and keep those eyes on my face!"
he kept one hand tangled in her hair.
he could see she was scared, visibly shaking.  he couldn't help but smirk watching her.
she reached up, and as quickly as she could, removed his clothes from his waist down.
without using her hands, she took him into her mouth and began sucking his cock deeply.  her eyes focusing on his face, her hands clasped behind her back.
"that's it, whore!  choke on it!  fuck your face with my cock!"
he could see the fear in her eyes, and loved the way she was obeying and intently waiting for commands.

knowing she loved it, and she was turned on, even if she was a bit scared.

"take off your clothes." he said.
her eyes stared at his face and her mouth stayed on his cock except when she pulled off her shirt, and within a few seconds she was naked and shaking worse.
"hand them to me", he said.
she reached for her clothes, one piece at a time, and he threw them in the corner by the door, keeping them far away from her.  he wanted her to know there was no way she was getting out of this until he decided he was done.  the terrified look on her face was beautiful to him.  he reached forward with his other hand, placing it on the front of her neck. he could feel his cock through her throat.  roughly, he tightened the grip he had on both her hair and throat and shoved his cock in as far as he could.  a moan came from deep within her, until he knew she couldn't breathe anymore, and he held her like that for a while, slightly rocking on her face.  when he finally did let go of her throat, allowing her to pull back enough to breathe, her mouth came open from around his cock and gasped for breath as drool poured from her mouth down her chest.

her hands had been clasped behind her back the entire time, but now he told her to put her hands on his thighs.

he reached down and gathered her wrists in one hand.  she screamed into his cock when she saw the duct tape in his hand.  her eyes went wild looking at him as he said "keep suckin' cunt!" 
he unraveled about two feet of tape, and in a figure eight wrapped it around her wrists in front of her while she continued deep throating him, gagging "no..no..please...no"
she tried to inch away from him but he taped her anyway.   he then grabbed the rope, and tied one end to the tape between her wrists.
he stood up and with her hair tightly wrapped around one of his fists, made her crawl backwards with his cock in her mouth as he put the other end of the rope through one of the hooks on the ceiling.

returning to the chair he let go of her hair and started pulling the rope taut.  he stopped when she tried to pull off of him, but he just grabbed her head again and forced himself deep into her throat. her arms were exaggeratedly pulled up and back.  the discomfort showed on her face.
with his cock still buried deep in her mouth she started muttering, "please... please... please."
her pleas were just turning him on more.

and he knew she was turned on by the smell of her pussy in the air.
he started pulling the rope tighter.  his cock slipped out of her mouth as she lifted herself off her knees and soon was standing before him on tip toe; her hands stretched up only 6 inches below the hook.  he tied the other end of the rope to another hook on the side of the wall, and tightened it so she had no slack.
crying and begging, "please... please... please..." he walked to her and slapped her hard across the face.  the tears that had been welling in her eyes fell.  he grabbed her chin and told her to open her mouth, kissing her deeply, he pushed her away as quickly as he had pulled her to him.

he went to get the sawhorse.  he had sanded the top of it, then oiled it till it shined and was smooth.  placing it between her legs, he smiled wickedly.  he then untied the rope from the wall which allowed her to lower her feet to the floor, which then caused her pussy lips to rest painfully on the horse.  he retied the rope, giving her just enough slack so she could either stand on her tip toes or stand flat footed and be violated by the horse. 
he reached in front of her and spread her cunt lips so one was on either side of the horse.
standing back and looking at his handiwork, he smiled. 

her eyes were watching him, tears slowly rolling down her face, her mouth slightly open, little groans coming from her throat.

he reached forward and started flicking her nipples and slapping her tits.  her tears came out in earnest now.  her nipples were so sensitive! 
digging his fingernail into one of her nipples she screamed.  slipping one hand between her legs, forcing her again to her tip toes, he found her pussy dripping wet.  "you are such a  fucking whore!  you're so wet for your Master!."  he brought his pussy juice covered fingers to her face and wiped them off on her cheek, then reached down pulling her pussy lips apart again he told her to let her feet down. 
she yelped when her clit hit the wood, then kept begging "please.. please... please stop."
slapping her face again he ordered her to "shut the fuck up."

he sat back on the chair, watching her.  he was enjoying this more than he had thought.  his cock was rock hard and he sat there stroking it, watching her lift up on her toes until she couldn't stand the pain in her legs anymore, then fall to her feet as the sawhorse dug into her sensitive flesh.  "I told you to stay down, cunt!", he would say if she stayed on her tip toes too long.  he had never really caused her pain like this before and he was enjoying it very much.  she kept begging in a whisper, "please, please.... it hurts... please please stop..."

after quite a while of watching her struggle he untied the rope and walked her to the cinder block bed placing her face down so her head hung over one edge and her ass hung over the other.  Her taped hands lay on the floor in front of her and he could see her trying to stretch them and bring the blood back to her fingers.

she wiggled a bit, so he smacked her ass multiple time, hard, to make sure she understood to stay still.  he took rope and tied each of her ankles to opposite hooks in the walls so she was spread wide. since her hands were still tied she was fairly immobile.   

he took this opportunity to slide his fingers up and down her slit.  she started moaning, lifting her hips so her sex could meet his fingers.  he slid a finger into her, pushing in all the way.  he watched her toes flex, lifting her so slightly, as she was tied quite tight.  her moans were encouraging, and he slipped another finger into her.  she pushed her hips up to meet him, using her torso instead of her legs.  he placed his other hand on her back and pushed her back down, enjoying the grunt that came out of her throat as she found herself without any control yet again.

his fingers got soaked as he pumped them in and out of her dripping pussy.  her moaning was making him harder, so he took his fingers out of her pussy, and entered her harshly and deeply with his cock, pushing her forward and stretching her legs further.  fucking her harder and harder, he got himself close to cumming but decided to wait.  pulling out of her, he walked to her front and forced his cock in her mouth.  she cleaned it, just like a good slut.

he grabbed the scissors and cut her hands loose, pulling the tape harshly from her wrists, making her yelp.

“put your hands behind your back!” he ordered. then re-taped her hands behind her back.

he then pulled the chair over so he could sit in front of her, roughly lifting her head and forcing his cock in her mouth again.

 he lifted his legs to lay one on either side of her, his chair leaning back slightly.

shifting so she had to work her stomach muscles to lift her face from his cock, he relaxed in the chair forcing her to work hard at breathing.  in order for her to breathe she had to lift her shoulders and head higher than his waist. 

watching her struggle for air and to perform was such a turn-on to him.  he had made the blocks the exact right height to make her work hard to satisfy him.  the choking noises coming from her throat were sexier than he had ever heard before.  her face was starting to sweat and a few times her head fell on him as she was trying to breathe in, causing his cock to go even deeper down her throat.  her face was turning red and her struggles were more real than anything he had ever put her through before.  With each lift of her head he could hear her struggling to say she wanted him to stop, and this was only causing him to want to make it continue longer.

she was choking and gasping for air in the most delightful way, he just didn’t want it to end. 

after quite a while, he realized that she was losing her ability to lift her head. 

he had finally found a way to rape her mouth!

twice he thought he was going to cum and stopped himself by pulling her head off him, letting her cough, drool and catch her breath.

eventually he couldn’t hold off anymore, and came deep in her throat, holding her head on him until the waves of pleasure wore off.

using her hair to pull her off him, he pushed the chair back and let go of her.  he stood up and left her there, panting and drooling, soaking wet and wanting: NEEDING to be fucked.

he went to get a drink, piss and smoke a cigarette.  he checked his wars, fiddled around on the computer and then decided to watch some tv.  the thought of her groaning and needing release made him enjoy himself that much more.  he loved controlling her.

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when he went back to her, he decided she needed to be moved.

walking in the door, he heard her groan.  and as he untied her legs, he was thrilled to see her try to grind against him.  her need for release so strong.

he tied a bandana with a knot in it, put the knot in her mouth and tied the ends behind her head stretching her mouth open and forcing her tongue further into her mouth.  screaming at this point would be a moot point, and he told her so.  he didn't want to hear any shit from her while he had his fun.

placing the dog collar and leash to her neck, he walked her toward his desk, her hands still taped together behind her.

he sat her down on the bench, making sure her ass was right on the edge, pulling her arms above and behind her head so her bound hands were resting on the back of her neck, he tied a rope to the bottom of the bench, and attached them to the binds holding her hands.  he then tied each ankle to the bottoms of each side so her pussy was on display.  he placed a blanket behind her back so she wasn't too slumped, then he turned on his computer and ignored her.

he figured tying her up like that, something fun was bound to happen.