Role Play

Occasionally, just occasionally, role play in the bedroom takes on a whole new intensity and, instead of role playing; the person becomes the role and is taken to another dimension. Occasionally, what starts out as a fantasy, stitched into a session of sex, soon becomes a situation, where anything becomes possible. Where inhibitions are left behind and the participants are removed from the real world of stresses and strife to a place, totally overtaken by the acts of present and future, lust and promise of fulfilment. The following is one such event; where the players become the played and all plans become secondary to the unfolding events, where the scene is the lasting real part of a fictional beginning.

Our lovemaking has always been adventurous. Taboos, like our bodies, were fair game. The one life we are given should not be restricted by misgivings. If it can be thought, then why not experience it, even if it is to say; “that is not for me.” We have but the one life, no rehearsal, so why deny ourselves the experience?

Time is usually the governing factor, but when it is not a major contributor of boundaries and nothing else is there to prevent total immersion, anything can, and often does happen. On those occasions, we may start out with a role playing fantasy only to finish in another place entirely; a place bourn on the winds of spontaneity and imagination.

I was to be the subservient one. This is a rarity because I prefer to be in control under normal circumstances. Jenni had bound my wrists and tied them to the struts of the bedstead. My feet were bound together up to my knees with cling film. (Try it, especially around a woman’s body with her breasts thrust upward). I had been lightly whipped with a tassel on a silken rope. It becomes unbearable for me after only a short while. This time though, Jenni had her own agenda to run to and instead of stopping when I nodded, she switched to my genitals. The pain of the many strings of the tassel, whipping my cock and balls soon had me whimpering. I pleaded with my eyes for her to stop, but she had taken control for tonight and I was to be subjected to her whims.

The pain became something else. Instead of registering each lash as a fire in my brain, I started to look forward to each stroke, anticipating the brief flare of stabbing ache into a step upwards from what I would normally be able to bare. Perhaps the threshold had been crossed, I am not sure, but each flick took me to a new high. I was on fire and ached for the release of a climax. I was not to be so easily taken down.

Jenni sat astride my face and with a few chosen words, made me suck her labia and lick her clit. All the while, she continued to lash my cock and balls with the tasselled silken rope. Each stroke caused me to moan into her cunt and the vibration of my moans soon had her reach a small orgasm, just enough to fill my mouth with her scented juices. I would not be able to hold on too much longer. I could feel the tension build up and twitch my swollen gland. She must have realised it for she stopped the onslaught of the rope and not a moment too soon.

She raised herself, turned around and then lowered her beautiful mound back on my mouth. My tongue snaked out and lapped at her shaven lips; travelling between and up to her button. Jenni began to move and as she got nearer to her own release, began to grind her already moist cunt on my mouth and catching my nose on her quim. She exploded for a second time and gushed into my mouth. I had to swallow her juices or drown.

Without preamble, Jenni got up from my mouth. She must have spent a little time in preparation, because she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of her silk scarves. She blindfolded me with it and left the bedroom. It seemed like she was gone for ages, which gave me time to mentally check out how I was feeling. My feet felt a little restricted from the cling film, but okay. My balls and cock were alive. I could feel the twitches as the head of my cock lightly landed on my lower abdomen. The rest of my body felt a little cool from perspiration and my wrist felt quite bound together.

I could hear her return. The blind fold effectively stopping any sight I had to rely on my other senses to tell me what was happening.

Something cool and sticky was smeared onto my genitals. Softly, her hands massaged whatever it was around the base of my cock and balls. “What is that?” I asked only to be told to keep quiet or suffer the consequences. I didn’t ask again.

Her mouth enveloped my throbbing organ, but only briefly. I felt her move off the bed again and reposition herself on my face. I heard a click of fingers and a depression on the bed at the lower end. I set to on her cunt with my tongue and quickly became immersed in bringing her to a climax. It took me a little while to realise that I was being licked myself. I felt a rasping tongue cleaning whatever it was Jenni had spread over me off.

“My God, it’s the bloody Dog!!” I couldn’t do or say anything; Jenni had made sure of that by placing her cunt right over my mouth. What could I do, but suffer the administrations of Chester’s tongue. What did I want to do in any case? I was the slave here and I would do whatever my Mistress told me to do. This was a totally new concept for me, never having been the subservient one before.

Chester I guess had licked off all of whatever it was she had put on there. I felt him jump down off the bed. Jenni got up and spoke. “Turn over.” She ordered. I couldn’t actually comply. I tried by rocking from side to side, but couldn’t quite get all the way over. “TURN OVER I SAID.” She had shouted at me and it took a few seconds for the enormity of that to sink in.

“I can’t, I need help.”

She roughly turned me over and walked around the bed to the other side. Suddenly, she whipped my bare buttocks, probably with the tassel again. I yelped involuntarily. She growled at me to shut up and punctuated each syllable with another swipe from the rope. Jenni untied my crossed feet and told me to crouch with my head down and my knees brought up to my chest. She hit me again and ordered me to comply with her wishes quicker. I hurried but was clumsy, so I got another lash across my shoulders.

Then with out warning, Jenni covered my rear with that cool sticky stuff. I heard the click of her fingers and directly after felt Chester’s tongue licking it off from between my cheeks. I whimpered again, only to feel the sharp pain of the whip across my shoulders and hear her tell me once again to be quiet.

We had had the dog join us before in sex, but not to me. He had fucked and sucked Jenni on a couple of occasions. I had always been the instigator rather than the victim. More of the cool stuff that I thought might be honey was smeared over me. Then suddenly, Jenni slipped a finger into my anus and worked me from inside. The pain soon subsided to a pleasurable feeling as she manipulated first one finger, then two while she stroked my hanging cock with her other hand.

“You have done this to me many times.” She whispered in my ear, “Now it is your turn.”

The build up of pleasure waves threatened to overcome me. The twin sensations going on served to confuse my brain and instead of concentrating on the feelings, gave up to the total use of my body. Chester must have either got his instructions from Jenni, or took it into his own head. He mounted me from behind and began to thrust his cock between my cheeks missing my anus, but rubbing him self against my tail bone. He didn’t last too long and a stream of hot liquid splashed over my lower back. I felt used and dirty, but thrilled to have been almost fucked by my dog. He cleaned his sperm from me, licking it up with his rasping tongue.

Jenni untied my hands and instructed me to get on the floor. She had put down the sheepskin rug and made me kneel on it. I was not fast enough to do her bidding and received another four lashes for my transgressions.

She lay on her back in front of me. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but knew she wanted me to suck her off again. My pleasure I thought and soon was buried into that fantastic centre of love. I didn’t take too long again for her to flood me with her cum, her hips thrusting upwards to meet my tongue. She grasped my hair and roughly pulled me into her while she ground herself against me.

I think that was all Chester needed to see because he did what any self-respecting dog would do. He mounted me again, only this time, he found home and drove his huge cock deep into my arse. The pain took me by surprise and I gasped only to gasp again as his next thrust drove him deeper filling me until I thought I would split. Jenni must have been able to see what was happening, because she gripped my head even harder and fucked my mouth almost disjointing my nose.

Hot semen flooded into me as the dog bucked and rammed him self into my upturned anus. He obligingly cleaned first himself then me. Jenni sighed in pleasure and relaxed as she came down from her last orgasm. I stayed in a kneeling position hoping that it might be my turn to climax. God knows I had been through enough to have deserved it.

“Next time, you will suck him off until he cums in your mouth”. Her tone of voice said that this was a certainty, not a threat.

“What about me?” I pleaded, “Don’t I get to come?”

“Not now, you have a way to go yet and I want to be fucked by you until I can’t take any more.” Her voice again, told me that I had better do as she wanted or receive more of the same treatment.

We spent several hours after that doing whatever she wanted. I became for that night, completely submissive and wanted nothing more than to pleasure her. Chester and I took turns in trying to do just that, although I did get to suck him off and compared his taste to mine. A dog is less salty and is not quite so musky in taste. I could not believe how quickly he could recover. It seemed that almost as soon as he had climaxed, then he was ready to go again. Exhaustion finally put paid to the evening and the three of us slept together in our love and trust of our bond.

What surprised me the most was just how easily I slipped into being a complete submissive and just how deeply I had sunk into the part. It had became more than a role-playing experience and turned into a total take over of my will. I have not quite achieved it since, but live in hope.

-the end-

The Doctor

I have to go see the gynecologist - it's that time of the year again. I wait anxiously in the office with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. I've decided to see a different gyno from my usual one for a change - I like the novelty of the unexpected. I flip nervously through an outdated magazine and try not to stare at the gorgeous receptionist. Long, red hair cascades down the back of her crisp, starched white nurse's uniform, and though there's no adornment on her clothes, I can see the fabric straining over large, round breasts. I look back down and glance at an article about make-up tips. A sketch of a woman is designed to show you how to apply lipstick correctly. I start thinking about the receptionist's full, red lips, imagining how wonderful they would feel on... "Miss Anderson?" Her voice startles me and I'm sure my face is red as a beet. The doctor is a gorgeous, plump brunette.I swallow hard and manage a nod. I get up to follow her, too quickly, and her large titties rub against mine. I feel myself shudder and know my pussy is getting wet. She smiles encouragingly as I mumble an apology, trying hard not to notice her pert, hard nipples teasing me. She leads me into the exam room. I barely glance at the chair with its stirrups because I know from the moment I'm strapped into it, she'll know I LIKE IT. I'm wondering if she'll think I'm a pervert. Maybe she'll refer me to someone else. I undress completely, hoping she steals a look at my neatly trimmed pussy. I get into the chair and almost trip, but her hand is on my arm and helps me into the chair. She notices that I have goosebumps all over and asks me if I'd like her to turn the temperature up. I tell her it's not a big deal. She tells me to go ahead and put my legs in the stirrups, and for a moment the cold metal is like a shock to my warm skin. Instantly, I feel a rush of excitement and my pussy spasms hard. She has her back turned towards me and doesn't notice. I hope she'll push the stirrups further apart - I want to be vulnerable and exposed for her and pray she'll take her time. I need a long, deep exam. When I made the appointment the receptionist asked me whether I needed a rectal exam as well - and I fingered myself trying not to moan YESSSSSSS. The doctor turns around to face me and I see that her beautiful chubby hands are snugly encased in rubber gloves. I have to fight the urge to beg her to finger my pussy and asshole. I try to steady my breathing, but I know it's not going to happen. "Why don't you relax, everything will be just fine", she says to me. She bends over to feel my abdomen and I can see down her blouse. Her breasts are large, round and soft. I want to reach out and squeeze them but I don't. She takes out a large, metal speculum and asks me if I want her to warm it up a little - it's sterile and cold. I tell her she doesn't need to, and she starts to slide it into my warm, juicy pussy, slowly, deeper and deeper the metal instrument goes and I almost pass out with pleasure. "You're very...lubricated", she comments, and I think I see a smirk cross her lips. I feel my face flush and ask if that's a bad thing. Now she smiles openly at me and tells me it's a very, very bad thing - and that she's going to have to punish me for being such a BAD little girl. I nod enthusiastically and say: " Yes, please, punish me!" A wave of relief floods over me as I realize she is about to use me as her personal slut. She presses a button and within seconds, two nurses have come into the room. My eyes widen and I'm struck with fear. Both large, chubby women in their early 20s and clad in starched white uniforms, hands already gloved. Without a word, the first one steps towards me and starts to fuck me with the speculum, slowly at first, then harder, using the tool like a sadistic dildo. I bite my lip to keep from screaming when I feel another hand fondling my tight puckered asshole. Someone is smearing a sticky substance on it that feels like Vaseline, but I can't see anything. My face contorts with a sharp sensation as my asshole is violently penetrated with a large object - and when I open my eyes I realize that it's a wine bottle. I whimper softly, trying not to be too loud but the doctor tells me not to worry - the exam room is sound proofed. I let out a long, loud moan as my holes are penetrated and violated continuously. The nurses make way for the doctor who is now wearing a large studded strap-on. She tells me that this might hurt because I have a very tight pussy, but I only nod, eager for her to continue molesting me. She lines the brutal toy up with the wet entrance of my snatch and rams it in hard. I cry out, tears running down my eyes, but she knows I love every second of it as she starts to fuck me so hard the chair rattles.

After a couple of minutes she is obviously bored and I begin to get scared that she might stop. I plead with her and beg her to use me, she smiles almost cruelly and tells me that she will do whatever she wants with me. She orders me to get on the floor on all fours, and I do so, shivering on the cold tile. The nurses, both naked by now, start to fondle me, pulling and twisting my nipples and shoving their fat fingers into my violated holes. I moan and grunt loudly and with abandon. One of them gets in front of me and spreads her legs. The doctor orders me to lick her pussy, and I dive into the warm, flabby folds of her huge mound while the other nurses continues to poke my holes. I continue to lick and suck the soggy wet pussy as the nurse in front of me squeals like a little piggy, pushing my head so deep into her cunt that my face is covered in her juices. At the same time, the second nurse is busy shoving more and more fingers into my swollen pussy in an effort to comply with the doctor's orders to fist me. Finally, she pushes in hard and I feel her whole hand inside me, her fingers curling back towards her palm as she attemtps to make a fist inside my abused hole. She laughs and starts almost punching my pussy and I cry out in pain - but the sound is muffled in the delicious pussy I'm still eating. I feel her big fat fist pumping in and out of my pussy, filling me with delirious pleasure and pain. The doctor seems bored again and yells at all of us to stop. She wants to reposition us and see something different. I feel disappointed to have to get out of those gorgeous fat folds but I do what she says. She tells me to lean back with my arms outstretched and spread my legs as far as I can. I do what she tells me, feeling my pussy now probably bruised from the repeated assaults. I'm panting, trying to catch my breath, cunt juice all over my face. The doctor ties my wrists behind my back. She tells the nurses to grab one of my legs each and hold it wide open. I'm entirely at their mercy, unable to move or get out of the position they've put me in. I watch as the doctor sits on the floor across from me and wonder what she's going to do. She has no toys in her hand, no strange objects to abuse me with, no hard, metal tools to shove into my unyielding, tight holes. She smiles and tells me she likes girls with tight pussies, that she loves forcing them open and wider, stretching them. I thank her for picking me, tell her that I feel privileged to be able to serve her needs. She smiles and slide her legs towards me. I have no idea what she's doing. She pushes her feet on my thighs to open them wider. She starts rubbing her bare feet over my clit and I feel my whole body tremble. "You want me to make you cum, don't you, you little whore?" she asks me. I can't speak, I'm a slave to her torment. She stops abruptly and I cry out, begging her not to stop. She laughs and resumes rubbing my clit with her feet. Suddenly she pushes her foot hard against me and I feel her big toe pop into my pussy. She hold her hand to her mouth in mock surprise and forcefully continues to push her pointed foot into my unwilling snatch, twisting her foot, rotating it, until all five toes are firmly embedded in my juicy cunt. She leans back onto her arms and starts roughly forcing her foot further into my pussy, causing me to cry out again. She asks me if I want her to stop, and I beg her not to. She continues, pushing hard as I feel the sole of her foot sliding deeper into my folds. Finally, the heel of her foot is all the way in and she laughs loudly. She tells one of the nurses to get the camcorder and before long, the nurse is recording everything as the doctor proceeds to violate my cunt in a way I had never experienced before. She gyrated and twisted her foot around hard and rough, obviously intent on hurting me, and arouses by the abundant juices that her foot was sliding into. Soon she was fucking me with her foot, hard and rough, deeper and deeper. The nurses were cheering her on, obviously filled with envy as I received this "special treatment". I heard myself moaning and groaning like an animal, and she started fucking me faster and faster. I creamed myself and let out a scream, my chest heaving as she removed her foot. The nurses took close-up pictures of my sadistically abused holes, giggling and commenting that they were going into their private collections. The doctor told me to get dressed and that she expected me to come in whenever she called from this moment onwards. My hands were shaking badly and I struggled back into my clothes, but I managed to nod eagerly in acceptance of my new role as her slave. -the end-

Kaylee's Ordeal

Introduction: Kaylee finds a secret room in Mr. Peters' house. Kaylee was surprised to hear the doorbell after nine o’clock so she set aside her Algebra homework and peered out the little curtained window next to the door. It was Jennifer, her best friend, and she looked upset as she fidgeted in the December cold on the front porch. They were both in their cheer uniforms because there had been a game that afternoon and while the sweater was actually pretty warm, the short pleated skirt did nothing to keep the chill out. Jen noticed her peering out the window and called out, “Come on Melon, let me in. It’s fucking cold out here!” She unbolted the door and drew back the chain and let her friend in. Mr. Peters wouldn’t be home until after midnight and Kaylee assumed he wouldn’t mind if she had a friend over as long as it wasn’t a boy. Elizabeth, Mr. Peter’s five year daughter, was already asleep in her bed anyway. Never-the-less, Kaylee wished that she could have kept her out – she was obviously upset about something – and if she was right in her suspicions it was about Johnny. Jen and Johnny had been in a on-again off-again relationship all sophomore year and every couple of weeks it seemed her friend was crying on her shoulder vowing never to see him again. Of course, she was always right back by his side in no time. Kaylee felt that Jen was obsessed and that her relationship with Johnny, a senior, was just not healthy. Her friend had confided in her that she had given the football player a blowjob on their last date and that she intended to give him her virginity on Prom night; if he ever got around to asking her to prom that was. It was just acts of desperation, Kaylee saw, Jen was giving him her most precious gifts in hopes it would keep him interested. That wasn’t the way it was supposed to work – Kaylee was saving herself for someone who was definitely committed to her and had proven it by marrying her. Not that she ever intended to put a penis in her mouth – Jen said it wasn’t that bad – but the thought of it just sent shivers down her spine. It was degrading to women, and just plain disgusting. Kaylee’s husband would have to be a gentleman, like Linus Larabee. While she did get tired of Jen’s drama, Kaylee was not wary of her blonde squad mate because it was likely more of the same old story. The truth was, if she and Johnny were on the outs, there was a fairly good chance that it was Kaylee’s fault this time. When she had heard how he had ejaculated in Jen’s mouth and then told her to swallow it – she couldn’t even think about such a thing without gagging a little – she had been pretty upset with him. After the game that afternoon, she had marched right up to him dragged him over to the bleachers and told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to treat her friend with respect. At first he had just smirked at her – in disbelief that she was so nosy. It was that kind of thing that really got her irritated: when guys treated her like she was just a dumb girl. And, like always, he had spent most of the time staring at her breasts. Kaylee was self-conscious about her large breasts as it was and never appreciated the attention they garnered her from just about every boy and man she encountered. (Jen, who had something but not much, was insanely jealous of Kaylee’s boobs and had once held up a small watermelon at the market and loudly proclaimed it the same size as Kaylee’s tit. From that point on, Jen always called her Melon, and it was her favorite game to call attention to her friend’s boobs in any public setting.) She had been fuming at him, railing on about respect and dignity, when he had just stepped in close and said, “Maybe this will shut you up.” Then he pressed his lips against hers and began kissing her. At first she just froze, in complete shock. The truth was, she had only ever had one other kiss, in Junior High and it had been awkward and short. But Johnny was firmly kissing her, his strong arms pulling her against him, and his tongue in her mouth. Suddenly she was very aware of how cute he was – she had always thought he was attractive – and his cheeks were stubbly, manly, and she liked the feel of them on her face. He didn’t smell good, he was all sweaty from the game, but somehow it was a bit intoxicating – masculine – and it caught her off guard. Without even really thinking at all, she just started kissing him back, in a daze reaching up around his body and squeezing him – feeling his muscles. His hands moved to her breasts and she felt her nipples harden. No-one had ever touched her there before and it felt so good. And then she thought, no wonder Jen is so nuts for him! It was that thought, not the fact that she had compromised all her ethics and feminist ideals in the span of one chauvinistic affront, that snapped her out of it. She pulled back and stopped him when he tried to kiss her again. “Johnny, we can’t do this. What about Jen?” “Melon, we already did it. And you can’t take it back now. Look, Jen’s nice. I like her a lot. But you know as well as I do that we aren’t going to last. She’s not long term girlfriend material. And I’ve always secretly wanted you anyway.” Kaylee hated herself for being so flattered by his words. He was a guy who had only yesterday came in her best friend’s mouth and was now hitting on her. There was no way she could ever trust him. Hell, he had just called her Melon, a nickname she hated! But his compliment went right to the heart of her and Jen’s whole dynamic and it pleased her that someone realized she wasn’t easy like Jen. But she was back in control of her faculties and knew she would not let this happen again. She didn’t date jocks – well she really hadn’t accepted any of the numerous date invitations she received on a regular basis, but she certainly didn’t intend to make Johnny the first exception. “I would really appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to Jen. It would only hurt her. If you really feel that Jen isn’t long term girlfriend material, then you should break up with her once and for all. Let her move on with her life.” With that, she managed to somehow hold her head up high and marched off, still trying to regain her arrogant composure. But now she was face to face with a visibly upset Jen and she realized that she didn’t know if her friend knew about the kiss. If she did, would she believe Kaylee that it had been all his doing? That she had been a victim of unwanted attention? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Jen plopped down on the sofa and immediately began ranting about Johnny. Apparently he had broken up with her, saying pretty much what Kaylee had said to him. Jen needed to get on with her life. “But he told me it was because he was interested in someone else.” Kaylee looked at her friend’s face carefully. There was anger in Jen’s eyes but she couldn’t know if it was directed at her, or at Johnny. Inside she was screaming how sorry she was, but she just couldn’t bring herself to confess. If she didn’t already know, then she could spare her friend the pain of knowing that he had kissed her best friend. Confessing did nothing to make things better, so she held her tongue. “Do you have any idea who it could be? Have you seen him chatting it up with any other girls?” The cheerleader sat back and played with a long red curl as if deep in thought. “Johnny’s always flirting with everyone, Jen. I’ve told you a million times that he’s a horndog.” This was a very truthful answer: if you ignored the fact that it completely dodged the real question. “I know. I probably shouldn’t even be upset, right. Good riddance to bad rubbish and all that. At least I still have you.” Kaylee leaned in and hugged her friend who hugged her back. After a minute or two, Jen pushed her away. “Get off me, Melon – you lezzy slut!” And so they moved on to other topics, although every few minutes Jen would return to the subject of Johnny and his mystery crush. The whole thing was making Kaylee so nervous, she decided to try and distract her friend by suggesting they snoop around the house. Ordinarily she would never do such a thing, but she was desperate to keep Jen busy with something other than her heartbreak. Besides, Mr. Peters was as straight-laced as they come and they probably wouldn’t find any more interesting than a Playboy in his side drawer anyway. In the master bedroom Jen found a gun in his side drawer, secured with a trigger lock. It was pretty heavy and mean looking. Guns made Kaylee nervous, especially when Jen picked it up and pointed it at her. “I’d sure like to know who mystery-girl is right now – one squeeze of the trigger and Johnny’s mine again.” Kaylee laughed and took the gun from her, trying to hide her anxiety, “He’s not worth going to jail for, Jen. Besides, maybe she didn’t do anything to encourage his attention.” “Oh no, Kaylee, he told me that he kissed her! That she kissed him back! The slut let him feel her up.” No-one had ever called Kaylee a slut before. She supposed she deserved it, but she wasn’t a slut! It had just been that he had caught her off guard. He practically assaulted her and it only took her a couple of minutes to snap out of it. And she had stopped it. How was she ever going to be able to explain herself to Jen? Mr. Peters did have pornography, a Penthouse magazine, in his dresser drawer. They spent a few moments looking at the glossy images of women, legs spread and holding their pussies open with their fingers. Kaylee had never seen anything so revolting, although she had to admit the women were very beautiful. None of them had grotesquely huge breasts like hers. She commented that she didn’t understand why slutty girls shaved their pubic hair, and Jen chuckled, pulling her skirt up and her bloomers down to reveal a completely smooth pussy. “It’s because we know guys don’t like getting hair in their teeth.” “Oh gross!” Kaylee was shocked. Of course she trimmed her bush for bathing suits – that was just good hygiene – but she had never thought that anyone in the real world went bald. “Of course, Kaylee, you shouldn’t ever do this. Redheads are rare and guys love red pussy hair. But you could leave just a thin strip down the middle. Or make a heart or something; that would be cute.” It had only been two years ago that she and Jen were kissing their own hands, trying to learn how, and completely ignorant of anything sexual. How had Jen moved so much further along this depraved path? “Johnny refused to go down on me. Can you believe that? He said he was watching his carbs. And after I ate his come too. Guys have such a double standard. He wouldn’t even kiss me again after I brushed my teeth.” “Can you blame him? It’s not exactly sanitary. I mean, he pees from there.” “Remember when Mr. Johnson told us how the Apollo 13 astronauts drank their own urine. He said it was sterile and harmless. It’s not like I licked old crusty urine from a toilet, Kaylee. Besides he was very clean at the time. You’ll see soon enough.” “Not me, Jen. I wouldn’t date a guy who expected that.” Jen stared hard at her for a moment, and Kaylee just knew that Jen knew. Johnny had told her all about their kiss and she was going to explode now. But instead Jen just laughed, “Yeah, you probably wouldn’t. You’re going to have the most boring sex life in the whole world, Kaylee. What a waste of fantastic tits!” Kaylee’s heart was racing, and she felt her face start to flush. “Uh, I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Kaylee went into the bathroom and relieved herself. Then she took a long hard look at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t fair to Jen what had happened. Her friend was hurting, and it was at least a little bit her fault. She had known Jen for a long time, and even though her friend was kind of a blossoming young slut, they were still best friends. She owed her the truth. Summoning up all her courage, she went back into the master bedroom to confess. Jen wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, but Kaylee heard noises coming from the large walk-in closet. She entered and was surprised to see that the back wall was open. A huge panel had slid aside. Mr. Peters had a secret room in his house. There was nothing that could have prepared Kaylee for what she found in this room. Even Jen seemed taken aback by it. It was a substantial room, about thirteen feet square, with a concrete floor and cinderblock walls. There were no windows and the only way in or out was back through the closet. One wall was covered with peg board, and neatly organized hung whips, and ropes, and chains, and paddles, and clamps, and – oh my God! Were those dildos? Plastic cocks of all different shapes and sizes were arranged on the wall. The next wall had a large wooden X attached to it, like a cross tilted diagonally. At each of the extremities there was a heavy iron loop, which Kaylee instinctively knew was for tying rope. The last wall, had three large screen flat panel displays on it. Looking around Kaylee saw that there were a dozen or so video cameras set at all angles. What kind of sicko was Mr. Peters? “Can you believe this shit?” Jen said. She was kneeling next to a large wooden box that was bolted to the center of the floor. The top was covered with padded leather and straps dangled on the sides. It was about table height. It looked ominous but the purpose of it wasn’t evident. “Uh, I think we better get out here right now. Mr. Peters wouldn’t like us in here.” An evil grin crossed Jen’s pretty face, “Oh, I think he’d really like us in here.” “Oh sick! He’s like my Dad’s age.” “Come on Kaylee. Those Penthouse Pets are only two or three years older than us. You’ve been babysitting for him a lot. I bet he thinks about having you strapped down in here all the time.” Kaylee was actually kind of afraid at this point. Was this kind of thing even legal? She tried to imagine what it would be like to be strapped down, helpless, while someone violated her. “I want to go, Jen. I’m not comfortable with this.” As if reading her mind, Jen stood up and approached the box. She went up against it, and Kaylee now saw that there were grooves in the corner in which her legs fit snugly. “I think I’ve figured this thing out. The woman stands here and then bends over the top.” Jen bent over, her stomach on the padding and her small breasts hanging off the other side, and Kaylee saw that her cheer skirt lifted up to the point where her bloomers were in view. “Then she reaches down and grabs hold of these handles.” Again there were grooves in which her arms fit nicely. “Then Mr. Peters straps her in and does his thing.” “Jen, we shouldn’t be messing with this stuff. For all we know these cameras are on! We need to leave before we get caught.” “None of the red lights on the cameras are on, Melon. He won’t be home for hours. Quit being such a dork – when are we ever going to get a chance like this again? Here, you try it.” Jen stood up and motioned for Kaylee to get on the box. She shook her head no. In the pit of her stomach she felt sick. How was she ever going to face Mr. Peters again? “Come on Kaylee!” Jen whined, “You’ve got to do it. I did it. It’s so weird imagining what it would be like to be restrained like that.” “I don’t want to, Jen. I feel like we’re violating Mr. Peters’ privacy. It’s not right for us to be in here.” “Look, just try it and then we’ll leave. I promise.” Kaylee looked at her friend with a helpless look, but knew she was going to give in. She walked up to the box and tried not to think about Mr. Peters as she put her legs in the grooves and bent over. “Holy shit, Melon! Look how your tits hang!” Kaylee started to get back up, but Jen put a hand on her back. “No – come on – you have to grab those handles.” The young cheerleader frowned at her friend and reached down and grasped the handles. She had to admit that the position she was in was uniquely sexual. She was on her tip toes, and her ass was pointing out, and her tits were hanging down. If she had been strapped down, Mr. Peters would be able to do anything to her he wanted. “Hey, Melon! Look at this!” Jen was now standing by the television monitors and there was a touch screen display that she was typing on. In the span of two seconds, Kaylee became aware of several things at once: First, there was a loud clicking sound, and she felt clamps close around her ankles and wrists. Second, the room was suddenly flooded with light. Third, there was a mild electronic hum and all the screens came to life and Kaylee now saw herself from several different angles, strapped to the bench. Looking around she saw that all the cameras now had red lights. And last, she watched the door slide shut with a hiss. “Jen! What did you do? I’m stuck! Turn it off!” Kaylee was panicking and felt like she couldn’t get enough air. Jen was laughing loudly. “Calm down, Kaylee. I figured out this whole contraption when you were in the bathroom. I’m just fucking with you.” Kaylee tried to calm down, “Please let me up, Jen. I don’t like this at all.” She knew she was about to cry and really didn’t want to give Jen anything more to tease her about. Jen walked over to the bench. “This really is an ingenious device, don’t you think?” She pulled a strap from the sides of the bench and pulled it tight across Kaylee’s back. “This lever spreads your legs wide.” Kaylee saw on one of the monitors that Jen pulled a lever near her feet and the shackles on her legs pulled out hard, spreading her. “OW! Damn it, Jen, stop playing around!” “Oh, Melon, you must be so uncomfortable. Let me help you.” She went around the front and pulled out a stand. It was an adjustable prop, with a large metal collar on it. Jen fastened it around Kaylee’s neck. Now she could rest her head, which was more comfortable, but she was forced to look forward, her chin pointing out. “Look at yourself, Melon!” Kaylee couldn’t help but look at herself. She was larger than life on the monitors. “If Mr. Peters was here, I bet he’d rip off your bloomers and fuck you silly.” “Come on Jen, this isn’t funny. I want to get up.” “But you haven’t seen the best part, Melon.” Jen stooped down in front of her and pulled up her sweater and bra freeing her breasts. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Check this out,” Jen laughed and pulled two little clamps out from a drawer at the base of the unit. She put one on each of Kaylee’s nipples, causing her to scream. The clamps were attached to retractable cords that pulled down, stretching out her nipples. Kaylee was gritting her teeth, the pain was intense, “GET ME OUT OF THIS RIGHT NOW!” Now she was pissed. Jen had definitely crossed the line. “Okay, okay. Calm down, Kaylee. I was just messing with you. Let me shut it off.” While Kaylee whimpered, Jen went to the panel and tapped away. “This should do it.” Kaylee heard some clicking and felt vibration coming from the box. She pulled against her restraints but they didn’t open. Then in horror she watched on the monitor from a side angle as a drawer opened from the bottom of the box between her legs and a pneumatic arm raised up holding a large black dildo. The drawer then began to slowly retract, pulling the dildo closer to her inch by inch. “Oops!” Jen said, tapping on the controls some more, “This doesn’t seem to be responding.” “Jen, this isn’t funny! Stop that thing!”

“I’m pressing the release button. It’s not releasing. It worked when you were in the bathroom!” The dildo made contact with Kaylee, pressing against her bloomers. It was clearly trying to penetrate her and she felt the smooth material of her panties and bloomers pushing inside of her. It hurt a lot, but just kept pressing. “OH GOD! It’s trying to go in! Stop it, Jen! Turn it off!” “I’m trying! Damn it, this thing is not responding!” “OH! FUCK!” An inch of her panties and bloomers had been pushed inside of her by the dildo, and it was tearing her dry pussy. Slowly the dildo retreated, and Kaylee sighed in relief, but then it reverse and slowly began trying to penetrate her again. “Jen! It’s trying to fuck me! Don’t let it fuck me! Please, God, please turn it off! Oh it’s tearing me up!” Jen saw on the monitors that it was pushing her underwear inside of her pussy. She moved over to Kaylee, and said, “Honey, I think I’m going to have to move your bloomers or it’s really going to hurt you.” As the dildo pulled out, Jen grabbed her bloomers and panties and pulled them down. When the dildo made its way back it now entered her pussy unhindered. Her pussy was still raw, but it didn’t hurt as much. The dildo kept penetrating her about an inch and then backing away – little by little Kaylee felt her pussy dampen and then it actually began to feel good. “Oh God, Jen. Please stop this.” “Working on it, Kaylee. I just don’t understand why it’s not working. Maybe I can unplug it.” There were no wires anywhere on the box, it must have been hard wired through the floor. “I’m so sorry, Kaylee, I’ll turn it off I swear.” She was back tapping on the panel, and then the dildo stopped slowly teasing her and began to push into her very slowly. “Jen! It’s going deeper! It’s going to fuck me! Shit, it’s going to take my cherry! Please, turn it off.” Kaylee felt the dildo brush up against her hymen. If Jen didn’t figure it out soon, she was going to be deflowered by this evil machine. Jen then moved over to Kaylee and knelt down in front of her, looking her in the eye. “You know, I intended to give my cherry to Johnny at the prom.” Kaylee bit her lip as the dildo pressed into her, and then screamed as it burst through her cherry. “Now he tells me that he wants to take you to the prom. You, Kaylee. My best friend.” “Oh God! Fuck it hurts!” The dildo pushed into Kaylee, six inches, seven, eight. The pain and humiliation was intense, and the terror, at realizing Jen knew about Johnny, was only making it worse. She had let this machine take her virginity, and now it seemed she was going to let it impale her. “It’s a thirteen inch cock, Kaylee. I switched it out from the five incher that was on it when I came in here. It’s going to destroy your pussy. Johnny’s little six inch dick won’t even be able to feel the sides of your cunt when you give it up at prom.” Nine inches in and still going. The dildo was pressing against her cervix and now began to force its way in deeper. The pain was unbearable, she was stretched wide and deep. “Jen, please stop! I don’t want to go to prom with Johnny. I hate him!” Ten inches. “Oh, is that why you tongue fucked him! It that why you let him grope your fucking melons!” She tugged on the nipple clamps getting Kaylee to scream again. “Is that why you TOLD him he had to break up with me if he wanted to be with you?” “No! Jen, I’m sorry. He kissed me. I was just taken off guard!” Eleven inches of hard plastic cock in her tight body and Kaylee thought she might pass out. She couldn’t believe that Jen was doing this to her. Tears poured down her face. “That’s right, cry you little slut! Tiffany told me she saw you. You kissed him for like five minutes! You clung to him! You let him touch your precious tits! And after all your lectures on how I’m such a slut.” “No, it’s not like that. It was just an accident. I was confused. Please, stop this. Jen, please you’re my best friend.” “Fuck you, Melon! I’m not your goddamn friend. You’re a backstabbing little bitch and I’m going to enjoy destroying your fucking cunt.” With twelve inches of dildo buried inside of her, Kaylee was groaning and couldn’t say anything else. She hadn’t realized she was even able to take so much inside of her. The last inch pushed into her slowly and then the whole machine just stopped. Jen went back to the panel and pressed a few buttons. The dildo began to vibrate inside of her. Jen went to the wall and grabbed a little ribbed clip that she affixed to the dildo so it was pressing up against Kaylee’s clit. The vibrations were driving her crazy. “Don’t do that! Stop it, Jen! This is rape! Get this thing out of me!” “You know what? I’m sick of your lying bitch mouth!” Jen grabbed a harness from the wall, and stepped into it. Kaylee didn’t understand what was happening until Jen clipped an eight inch dildo onto the front of it. She had never even heard of strap-ons, but the purpose of it was self-evident. “Jen, please, we can talk about this. I don’t want Johnny, and you shouldn’t either.” “I love him, bitch! I let him cum in my mouth! And now, he’s telling me how he can’t stop thinking about your fucking tits.” “Please, Jen, please stop this!” The pleasure she was getting from the vibrator in her cunt was finding its way through the pain she was feeling in her nipples and cervix. Her clit was sending wave after wave of sensation through her. Kaylee had never had an orgasm and so she didn’t recognize that the feeling that was building up inside of her was going to be so intense. “Oh fuck, please make it st-“ When her mouth made an O in the word ‘stop’, Jen shoved the strap-on into her mouth. “Guess what, you judgmental little bitch, looks like you do suck dick after all! I just wish I could come down your pretty little throat.” Kaylee’s eyes were wide as Jen pushed inch after inch of the cock into her mouth, not stopping when she gagged. The head of the plastic cock entered her throat and Jen didn’t let up until the fake plastic balls were on Kaylee’s chin. She couldn’t breathe. “Oh my, Kaylee, you’re a natural cocksucker – deep throating it on the first try.” Kaylee really began to panic just as her body released her first orgasm. She was literally thrashing against her restraints, humiliated that she was somehow enjoying this torture, terrified that Jen was going to suffocate her to death, in the most pain she had ever endured. Jen pulled out of her throat, and she gasped for breath and screamed until Jen shoved the dick back into her mouth. Her mouth was fucked furiously for the next several minutes, as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her from the cock in her cunt. “Take it you fucking good for nothing cunt! Suck my dick, Kaylee! I’m going to tell everyone what a great little cocksucker you are – how you can take the whole thing into your throat. Every guy you know is going to try to get his cock in you. Course I’m going to tell them how stretched out and useless your pussy is now.” Kaylee couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Her body was completely betraying her as she came over and over and over. She wanted to die. Eventually, Jen got tired of fucking her throat. “Jen, please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please stop raping me!” “Raping you? Kaylee, you are cumming almost constantly. Who cums when they’re being raped?” “I don’t want this! I’m saying NO!” “Your mouth says ‘no’ but your pussy is saying ‘yes’. But you know what, I’m sick of listening to you whine.” Jen grabbed a large red ball gag from the wall and affixed it around Kaylee’s head. She now could only moan into her gag. “You’re gonna love this next bit, Kaylee.” Kaylee watched on the monitor as Jen pulled some platforms out from the corners of the box near her feet. Jen stood on these platforms, straddling the evil fucking machine that was embedded in Kaylee’s cunt. To her horror, Kaylee watched Jen line up the strap-on with her asshole. “NNNNNNNNNUU!” Kaylee tried to protest, but the gag was effective. The dildo was only slickened with her own saliva, but Jen managed to get the tip inside her virgin asshole. She screamed silently into her gag as Jen slowly fucked into her. It was surreal feeling a cock in both her pussy and her asshole. And all the while her clit continued to shoot out multiple orgasms. Her whole body was drenched in sweat. “Oh yeah, I’ve got all of it in your ass! What a dirty slut you are, Kaylee. Taking a cock in your asshole and cunt and cumming because you love it!” Kaylee didn’t want to love it – in fact she hated it. She hated the humiliation and betrayal she felt. It was very painful – every part of her was sore. But the reality was that every little thing that Jen did to her made her cum again and again as long as that vibrating cock was inside of her. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had had. Finally, Jen tired of fucking her asshole and pulled out. She came back around to Kaylee’s face. Jen held the cock in one hand and put it up by Kaylee’s nose. She could smell her own shit on the strap-on and tried to pull away from it. “Now, Kaylee, I’m almost ready to stop torturing you. But first, I expect you to clean up my cock. When I take off your gag, I want you to stick your tongue out and lick this ass covered cock clean. If you don’t, I’m going to grab one of those whips and tan your ass until you beg me for the honor of cleaning my dick.” Kaylee shook her head ‘no’, but Jen just unfastened the gag and stuck the strap-on out for her. “Jen, please. Please don’t make me do this.” “Melon, I’m going to fucking hurt you bad if you don’t lick my cock right now!” Kaylee believed her, but she just couldn’t seem to find the nerve to do it. It was so disgusting. Jen got very cross. She went back to the wall again and picked up a large paddle with holes in it. WHACK! “HOLY FUCK! Jen, stop it!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Kaylee screamed as her ass turned bright red with white dots. Jen let her have it a dozen or so times until Kaylee started cumming again. “You are such a slut, Kaylee. You just don’t stop cumming.” “Please stop hitting me! Stop, please! Please, I’ll clean your cock! I’ll lick it! I promise!” Jen moved back to Kaylee’s face and she immediately stuck her tongue out and started licking the shit covered cock. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you love licking your shit off my cock.” “Jen, please. Haven’t I had enough?” “Do you need another spanking, bitch?” Kaylee cringed and kept licking, “MMMM. I love licking my shit off your cock. I love it.” Then she came again. “Well, Kaylee, it seems you are being very selfish. Not only did you steal my boyfriend, but we’ve been having sex for like an hour and you’re the only one who’s came. Before we finish up here, I want you to make me cum.” Jen slipped her bloomers off, and pulled the thong to the side. Kaylee could see her pussy was dripping wet. She couldn’t believe it, Jen was sexually excited by torturing her. She watched as her lifelong friend bent over at the waist and slowly backed up until her snatch was pressed against Kaylee’s mouth. “Jen, no!” Kaylee shut her mouth and tried to turn her head away. “Get your tongue in my cunt right this instant, Kaylee! Don’t make me whip you again!” Kaylee tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted her best friend’s pussy. It was creamy and sticky, but it wasn’t foul. Jen began moaning as Kaylee lapped at her. “Oh that’s so good, Kaylee. Come on, slut, get your tongue inside me!” Jen forced her friend to lick her pussy and asshole for the next several minutes until finally she crested and had an intense orgasm, filling Kaylee’s mouth with her juices. “Now, will you please get this thing out of me and let me go.” Kaylee was completely sobbing now. “I’m almost done, you fucking bitch.” Jen retrieved another gag from the wall and put the ball into Kaylee’s mouth. She then insert a flexible tube into a hole running through the center of the gag. At the end of the tube she attached a large funnel. Kaylee thought she was beyond being horrified, but her eyes flew open wide again as Jen straddled the funnel and began to piss. “Mr. Johnson would be so proud of me, don’t you think? Putting knowledge into practice like this. Maybe I’ll show him the video.” The poor cheerleader’s mouth flooded with piss – Jen reached down and pinched her nose closed. “Swallow it, slut!” There was no other option, Kaylee had to swallow mouthful after mouthful of piss. Jen began putting things away, switching the funnel gag for a red ball gag again. Then she went back to the wall panel and tapped a few things. Kaylee hoped for a second that Jen was going to release her, but to her chagrin, the dildo inside of her began to fuck her – pulling out almost a full ten inches and then slamming back in. All she could do was grunt in pain as each push slammed into her cervix and caused her tits to bounce pulling against the clamps. Now Jen ignored Kaylee for several minutes while she was mercilessly fucked by the machine. She transferred all the video of their little encounter to an online server and deleted it all from the local server. Then she shut off the cameras. “Kaylee, I’m almost done here. Just be patient a little longer.” Kaylee was busy having yet another orgasm, her whole body twitching as the monster dildo ravaged her. Jen pulled out her cell phone and dialed Kaylee’s house. “Oh, hello Mrs. Stephens. Yes, it’s Jen. Kaylee’s phone died again – I told her to plug it in. I know. I know.” She held the phone away for a moment, “It’s your mom, Kaylee.” She smiled evilly. “Oh, okay. I’ll ask her. Sorry, Mrs. Stephens, Kaylee’s all tied up dealing with Mr. Peters’ baby. Anyway, Johnny and I broke up today and I was hoping you’d let Kaylee stay with me this weekend. Oh yeah, no problem. Yeah, she won’t need any clothes or anything. Toothbrush? Well, I’m sure there’s something around here we can use to clean her mouth out. Yeah, I know, I’m hysterical. Thanks, Mrs. Stephens. What? Oh, well, it seems he’s been cheating on me with some cheap little slut. Yeah. Okay, if I catch her I’ll slap her once for you. Bye.” Jen hung up her phone and then slapped Kaylee as hard as she could right across the face. “Your mom says hi, bitch! Well, Kaylee, it’s time to get home. There’s a lot of video to edit. I’m going to remove myself from all of it. If you go to the police, or try to tell our parents, I’ll send a copy to everyone you know. Everyone will see how easily you cum and how much you love licking shit off of cocks. But if you’re good, I’ll only show it to a few select people.” Kaylee was completely exhausted and although furious at Jen, she was just glad the ordeal was coming to an end. She just wanted to forget about the whole thing – she had no intention of telling anyone. Still the idea of spending the whole weekend with Jen after her rape seemed unthinkable. Did Jen really think they were going to still be friends after this? “Well, see ya at school. By the way, if you show up at cheer practice again or talk to any of our friends, I’ll show this video on the school TV network. Keep your distance.” Kaylee, her pussy still being pounded, watched as Jen walked out of the room. She poked her head back in for a moment, “Oh, don’t worry I’ll hang out until Mr. Peters get back. To make sure Elizabeth is safe. Oh, and I’ll let him know that your folks won’t be missing you until after school on Monday.” Jen left and a moment later the door slid shut and the lights all went out. The machine kept pumping away, occasionally bringing her to another orgasm. All she could do was wait for Mr. Peters to come home and find her. Would he let her go or continue her rape? It was only about forty-five minutes before she found out. -the end-

Fantasies Come Alive

He was younger than me, but that didn’t matter. What mattered were the things he would do to me, over the computer, or in person. He had this way of pushing my buttons, knowing exactly how to make me submit. Now, I loved how my Master was with me, he was so kind, but sometimes I’d get on his bad side. See, I was a little feisty and tended to fight and argue even though I knew it would do me no good. On the outside, I’d yell no and pout over punishment… Yet on the inside I was doing it on purpose, hoping he’d punish me more. I met my Master online, which isn’t something I’d normally do. I was against dating sites, and people using social networks to get a piece of ass. We started talking, and things went from there. It certainly wasn’t planned at all, but in the end it benefited both of us. We agree that He was to be my Master, and I was so excited to finally have a real Master, not just in my fantasies. We started with role-playing online, and posted our story for people to see, but changed our names using people we knew. All He had to say to me was “I command you to” or “I demand” and I’d be turned on. I loved it when He took my will away when telling me to do things, even if I fought. He’d say things to me like “I’m going to tie you up in the shower” and “don’t tell me what to do slave” and I’d want Him even more. There was no denying how much I wanted Him to fuck and abuse me with all He had. He lived in a different city than me, but it worked out because I had family living in the same city. We planned for me to go to His house while I was visiting family, and I couldn’t wait. I was just waiting, trying to be as patient as I could, to feel His big 8 and a half inch cock deep in me. I wore a skirt, one of the few I owned, long unfortunately, with no panties underneath. These were His orders, so I listened even if I didn’t want to. By the time I got to His house, I was literally dripping wet. I hoped there would be no wet spots on the car seats. I got out of the car and rang the doorbell. Once He answered, I told me family I’d see them tomorrow and waved as they drove away. I was so nervous as I stepped past the threshold and He closed the door behind me. “Where’s your family? They okay with me being here?” I said with a shaky voice. He looked down at me and narrowed His eyes. “You are not to speak unless spoken to, got it?” I bowed my head and nodded. My eyes widened and I tensed as He grabbed my arms and told me to look at Him. I was scared, but so turned on. I wanted this man so badly, I’d have done anything at that point to get him. His lips crashed down on mine with a hunger I’d never felt before in someone. His tongue slid along my lower lip asking, no demanding, for entrance. Kissing was my weakness, and all the tenseness left my body as I kissed back. It had been months I’d been wanting Him, and I wasn’t going to turn back now. I could hardly breathe anymore as I slid my hands along His chest, wanting to feel Him. I whined slightly as He pulled away and let go of me. “Twice now, you did something you shouldn’t have done without permission. First, you spoke out of place. Second, you touched Me without my permission.” His voice was hard as he spoke. My hands dropped to my side and I let my head hang again and pouted. I gasped as He grabbed my hair and began walking towards a door. I had no choice but to follow with His hands tangled in my hair. He pulled me down the stairs to a dark room, with a small light in the corner on a desk. His hands left my hair only to push my onto what felt like a bed. The little light was only a nightlight, and at the opposite end of the room, so I felt like I was blind. He moved away from me and I started to sit up. As soon as the bed creaked beneath my arms, He pushed me back down hard on the bed. His hands trailed down to my ass as they left my body and I groaned out loud. I wanted to feel him so bad, wanted him to touch me like no one ever had. I heard some rustling from somewhere in the room and I tried, and failed, to look around to see where He was. I felt His presence behind me and tried to look back, only to have Him push my head into the mattress. “Never look at me without permission!” He said loudly with a smack to my ass. I yelped as I jumped in surprise. His hands grabbed and slapped at my ass and I could hardly stop myself from squirming. I felt His hands leave my ass, and then felt them again at my ankles. There was something cold and metal wrapped around my ankles, then a click as he shut the handcuffs. There were two more clicks as he attached chains to them that were tied to the floor. I was definitely not going anywhere. I heard more than saw Him move to the other side of the bed. He grabbed my hands, pulled them together, and tied a rope around them. I leaned farther across the bed as He pulled the rope and tied it to one of the bed posts. He leaned over and I felt His breath along my neck. I shivered as goose bumps started to rise on my skin. “Heh, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon if I have a say about it.” He spoke very lowly and so close to my ear. He left me again, except this time I could move less than before. I heard rustling in the corner again, and didn’t try to look around this time. He lifted my skirt above my waist, trailed his hands on my ass, down my thighs, then I heard a loud crack before I felt the sting in my ass. “OW! What the fuck?!” I screamed out. Another loud crack and a stinging feeling in my ass. “That was for the two rules you broke earlier. Now you get extra because you yelled out, didn’t call Me Master, and swore inappropriately. I can administer whatever punishment I feel necessary, and I feel you need a good whipping to get my point across. Do NOT disobey me again, that is, unless you wish to be whipped harder next time.” I cringed as he spoke so harshly to me, yet got even more wet. Crack, rub, crack, rub, crack, rub. I cried in pain as he whipped me once for each thing He felt I needed to be “punished” for. The pain was so intense and I could feel my skin burning, but I didn’t say another word. I gasped and moaned when He stuck two fingers into my pussy. I wanted His cock, but at this point, this was better than anything. He went in and out slowly, making sure to rub my G-Spot well, then sped up, then slowed down again. I could feel my orgasm building up and I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore. I was about to cum when He suddenly stopped what he was doing, not moving His fingers anymore. I whimpered and shook from being denied my orgasm. “Not yet pet, I’m not done with you, there’s lots more to come.” God just His voice got me all worked up. I heard a zipper, then His pants falling. He came around to the other side of the bed and got on his knees in front of my face. “Suck it slave. Take it like a good dick loving slut.” I didn’t need to be told twice as I took his head into my mouth. I went down as much as my throat would let me, then came back up for air as I licked up and down the sides. When I went down again, He put his hands on my head and pushed farther into my throat.

I gagged and choked and tried to pull back; He just kept his hands on my head, keeping me there gasping for air. My throat hurt from the intrusion, but there was no way to get air. Finally, after what seemed like forever, He pulled out so I could get a breath in, just to slam His hard cock right back into my throat. I gagged and coughed more as He continued to fuck my face. After about 5 minutes of fucking my face, He pulled out and got off the bed. I was so turned on, I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but He sure was taking his time getting there. “M-Master? Can you please fuck me? I want you so bad” I said in a small voice. I heard Him chuckle from somewhere behind me and once again felt His hands on my ass. This time, I winced at the pain from the whip marks when He rubbed His hands over them. “Oh slave…you’re so impatient. You’ll get what you want eventually.” He said as He continued to rub my ass, thighs, and over my pussy lips. I groaned as His fingers brushed my protruding clit, pushing back against His hand trying to get Him to finger me. When I did so, He pulled His hand away. I didn’t say a word, in case I got more punishment. I heard Him turn something on, which I assumed was a vibrator. I was soaking wet and ready for it. I screamed a bit as He pushed it all the way in me in one shot. I was not used to that yet. He turned the vibrator up more, on full now, sending shivers through my entire body. I moaned and called out as he continued to fuck me with this foreign object. I pushed back as He fucked me harder and harder with the vibrator. I could feel the pressure building up again as my moans got louder and my words less coherent. “Ask permission if you wish to cum slut. You don’t get the privilege if you don’t ask.” He said in my ear. “Master! Master… May I cum? Please may I cum? I’m so close I can’t hold back!” I mumbled and moaned with difficulty. “Oh I don’t know. I don’t see a reason to let you cum tonight, since you HAVE been pretty bad. Does a bad slut like you deserve to cum? Hmm?” He was playing with me and it drove me nuts. I just wanted to cum, NOW. “PLEASE! Please Master. Oh fuck….please please oh god Master may I cum? I’ll be better next time I promise please!” I begged and squirmed and moaned. “Mmm…yes. I’m feeling nice tonight. You may cum.” With that I came the hardest I had ever cum before. I screamed and called out His name as my body shook violently. As my body began to settle down and aftershocks hit me, He slid the toy out of me and into my ass. I was not expecting that and it surprised me. He wiggled it around in me a few times before leaving it there. I felt Him erection slide along my slit and I groaned once again, still wanting more of Him. I tried to push back as He pushed in. God, He was so big! The more He pushed in the more I felt like He was stretching me open. I winced in pain, but the amount I had cum helped. It took awhile to get used to his size, but I loved the pleasure-pain that came with it. He filled me like no one ever had, and it felt incredible. He fucked me slowly then fucked me fast. He alternated between short and long strokes, fast and slow. Not a minute later I was screaming and cumming with the intense pleasure. I didn’t even feel Him spank my ass hard because of the pleasure coursing through my body, it just increased my orgasm. When my orgasm subsided, my body shook violently with aftershocks. I collapsed back on the bed then was immediately yanked back up by the hair. “Don’t you ever dare cum without my permission again, got it slave?” I heard Him growl in my ear. “Y-yes Master, sorry Master. I couldn’t hold back…” I replied out of breath. He slapped my face and ass, and nibbled along my neck and back. I shivered as the pressure began to build again. “Master, may I cum again?!” I pleaded quickly. “No…wait a few more seconds.” He grunted. He fucked me faster and faster and yelled out now at some point, both of us cumming together. We shook and screamed and moaned. After what seemed like the longest orgasm in history, He collapsed onto my back. We lay there just breathing, letting our bodies calm down a bit. Sometime soon after, He got up and slipped out of me. I whimpered wanting him to stay there longer. He moved around me, and began untying my wrists and ankles. Once released, I just slid to the ground in exhaustion. He stood over me, His hands on His hips, and looked down at me. “Suck me clean slave.” Was all He needed to say, and I started cleaning Him instantly. Once I had sucked him clean and almost had Him hard again, He pulled me up by my shoulders. We got in bed, and I passed out in a few seconds. Sometime during the night, I felt Him shift and wrap his arms around me. I smiled to myself in my sleep dreaming about tomorrow’ abuse. -the end-