His Mistress Voice

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

Jason stood before the Beta Pi sorority house trembling nervously. He couldn't believe his girl would do this to him but...Jessica had always played the good girl when it came to exams. So when she had found he cheated on the last math test, she had been pissed and wanted to make him pay. He couldn't risk his football career on being expelled for cheating, so he had begged her to come up with something else. Anything else...

Of course, Jason had never realized that Jessica was such a bad girl in other ways...

He adjusted the sign that hung around his neck and blushed furiously.

"Bad Dog in Need of Stern Mistress/es"

He raised the blindfold to his eyes and bound it tightly as he had been instructed. Then he knocked on the sorority door.

He, the college quarterback, was the sorority sex slave for the night. Jessica would be there. He hoped she would be in control. He could trust her... probably. But with that blindfold he would never really know who was doing what.

OOC: Open thread - need at least one "mistress" (more if that mistress isn't Jessica of course), and short of mutilation, anything goes.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

Raylen was the dark, morbid chick from across the hall that you always assumed would be killing herself sometime soon. Though she did have a nice body (5'7, 120lbs, slim and toned), she kept her hair long and dyed black and she wore violet/blue contacts. She had black tattoos of butterflies in various locations on her back and stomach and she wore thick black and silver eye makeup. She had her tongue, bellybutton, and ears pierced and kept a tiny stud on the side of her nose. She usually dressed in black or another dark color and could be seen in the corner with her headphones. Needless to say, she wasn't your typical sorority girl. But hey, she was smarter than the rest of these airheaded blondes and somebody had to keep the bitches in order. They were friendly to her, and she was friendly back. Only God knows why they took her in.

Raylen had no special feelings for the quarterback on the school football team. True, he was gorgeous and fit, but that wasn't the top of her 'qualities in a man' list. And she was positive that her type of girl wasn't the top of his list either. Nevertheless, she wouldn't have minded getting with him; a nice body is a nice body.

So when he came knocking on their door blindfolded and bearing a sign around his neck, she turned her headphones off and stood up shocked. While the other blonde brats pointed and giggled at the stud on their doorstep, she approached him and took his rough hand in her delicate one. Turning him and leading him back to her room, she grinned at the other girls. They all knew she was one sick fuck and they most likely had a good idea of how she liked it. "Anybody up for some? I don't think he could handle me alone," she teased in silvery voice.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

As the door opened he shivered, not with cold as his girlfriend had not made him undress for this... yet he added in subconscious trepidation. It was the chill of fear as to who would be there. His blind blue eyes trying to see past the cloth. It had to be Jessica, it just had to be. And then a delicate hand took his and he knew he was right. Jason breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the sorority house, allowing himself to be led more easily now.

Giggling surrounded him as his tall frame was led into the lower lounge. Shit, he thought, she's got them all around so they know what she's made me do. Still, at least I know it's Jessica whose going to be doing stuff to me.

Flushing visibly at the attention of the rest of the girls as his captor delayed him in the lounge he tried to steady himself. A bead of embarrassed sweat formed at the fringe of his curly blonde hair and ran down his forehead before soaking into the blindfold. Then his captor spoke.

"Anybody up for some? I don't think he could handle me alone," she said.

It wasn't Jessica. Jason shuddered in silent panic as he tried to work out who was holding him.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

When none of the other girls took up her offer, she gently took hold of a tuft of his curly blonde hair and led him back towards the room she shared with two friends. Once they got there, she led him in and locked the door behind him. She turned on a dim lamp and drew the draperies shut.

Standing before him again, she put her lips beside his ear and spoke. "Don't worry baby, you probably don't know me. But since Jess obviously doesn't mind sharing you, you're mine for now." She saw his strong body tense up and she ran her small hands through his soft hair and over his well defined face to comfort him. She released him and replaced her hands with his. Slowly guiding his hands over her body, she let him guess who she was. He'd never know.

When he was through exploring, she left him standing there and turned her stereo on and down. Disturbed softly raged in the background. Sneaking up behind him, she slapped his perfect ass and lept onto her bed, out of his reach. "Now baby, you better do as I say. I have no problem with making this experience very painful for you. Now take your clothes off and let me see you. Leave the blindfold on."

She knew for a fact that he would be humiliated. It didn't matter how perfect his body was or how sure of himself he was; blindfolded and at the mercy of an unidentified woman, his self-confidence would falter. And that, of course, was what she loved most of all. There was nothing in the world like seeing a football player tremble.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

Pulled by the hair, Jason had no option but to follow the woman before him. She led him onwards, through the crowd of giggling girls. He thought he heard a camera click more than once and prayed he was wrong.

A door opened.
Something he didn't recognize was blaring on the stereo.
A door closed.
And locked.
Jason cursed silently.

"Don't worry baby, you probably don't know me. But since Jess obviously doesn't mind sharing you, you're mine for now." The musky voice came from right beside him and made him jump. Who was she? Jason had no idea. She began to caress him, taking his face in her soft hands and stroking eroticism over his fears. Then she placed his hands on her. She was beautiful, Jason could tell. Not as tall as Jessica of course, and perhaps not as busty, but she certainly had a divine feminine form that be began to look forward to feeling move beneath him.

Too soon she moved away from him and turned down her music. Jason stood in a dark world of confused desire and nervousness. He was not expecting the slap and nearly leaped from the spot. As he steadied himself, he heard the bedsprings beside him bounce.

"Now baby, you better do as I say. I have no problem with making this experience very painful for you. Now take your clothes off and let me see you. Leave the blindfold on." She said.

Painful? Jason rebelled. "Fuck that shit!" he said and began to reach for the blindfold. Her next words stopped him.

"You really think Jessica came up with this punishment alone? We all know what you did..."

They all knew? Jason stopped reaching up. If they all knew, they could all turn him in for cheating. They could all ensure he was kicked out of school. He had no option but to go along with things and hope that it would be enough to buy their silence.

"Ok," he said, his voice trembling as much as his hands that struggled to unfasten his jacket.

He discarded the demin quickly and then stripped off the football shirt underneath. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off the black socks. Then he stopped. He'd never taken off his trousers in front of a stranger except for in the changing rooms. Certainly not in front of an unseen girl. He had a rep for sleeping around, as most of the team did, but the truth was he'd only ever had sex with Jessica. Still, he didn't really have any option. Slowly, so nervous his teeth chattered briefly, he unbuckled his leather belt and slid down his jeans, revealing the purple boxers beneath them.

Suddenly, he remembered what he had worn and regretted it. There was a cutesy playboy bunny over the crotch of his boxers. Jason shut his eyes and whispered a cry of despair as to what she would make of them. As he stood up again, he tried desperately to cover his boxers with his hands.


OOC: Loving the posts, SD. Just a quick point - any thoughts he's having aren't directions I'm asking you to take things, they're his asshole male assumptions.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

For some strange reason, her pathetic little slave thought he had the upper hand. Sure he was bigger and stronger, but she was quicker, smarter, and far more skilled than he was. And of course, there was the one element that would make even the toughest man whimper and beg. But that, she decided was for later.

She felt no need to reveal her secrets to him now, so she kept her reasons simple. If she told, he'd be kicked off the football team and most likely out of school. She could always throw in a couple fabricated spicy details about his relationship with the male teacher just to completely destroy what little reputation he would have left. He'd be the laughing stock of the school; the quarterback gone wrong. But he knew all this already. "I would mind my manners if I were you."

As she watched him remove his clothing, she silently slipped her hand into her sheer lace panties. For a goth, she really did have a sense of style. To the sexy sights of his body, she slowly ran a finger up and down the length of her slit as it began to get wet. After he had all of his clothing off except for his boxers, which she noted were humiliating him, she left him stand there for a while and threw cat calls at him.

"Touch yourself baby, feel that sexy body of yours. And tell me how good it feels." She knew he was mortified but she felt the male race deserved it. For all the times perverted men called obscenities at innocent girls and made them feel like sluts, this guy would have to make up for it. She wanted him to suffer.

As she watched him in a mixture of amusement and arousal, she removed the various chains attached to her clothes and wriggled out of her skin tight shirt and jeans. She let her black hair down to lay on her shoulders and, laying back on her bed, continued in her private pleasure.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

He stood there in his boxers, her words assaulted him. He'd called out to women before, who hadn't? "Hey babe, I heard you ordered a pound of meat!" "Come on , tit inspection!" And worse. Not as crude as she was being though... at least, he began to wish it hadn't been. He was humiliated, ashamed. He wanted to smack her. He wanted to run. He wanted to curl up and die. She was payback and she really was a bitch.

"Touch yourself baby, feel that sexy body of yours. And tell me how good it feels." She called, and he didn't dare disobey.

What did she want? Did she want him to masturbate in front of her? His gut churned at the thought but still he let his hand begin to caress his penis, and grew more ashamed to find how it was growing so readily. Shivering, he caressed more firmly and let his other hand wander over the rest of his body, squeezing and massaging his muscles as he did in a tremulous attempt to impersonate a bodybuilder. He thought he heard her laugh.

From beside him, on the bed he figured, he could hear the mixed sounds of fabric, zips and... chains? Jason froze in fear. Chains? Now what was she going to do? If only he could see... but no, the blindfold was a big part of the punishment.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

"Take your funny little bunny boxers off asshole," she called out to him. He had begun to stroke himself and she was enjoying it immensely. As he cautiously slid them down, she made sure he was reminded of her presence. "Come on, I know you can get bigger than that! Make yourself hard."

He timidly began to pump himself harder, still not saying a word and trying to stifle his moans. As she saw him tense and really grab hold of his cock, she commanded him to stop. Trembling and giving a little whimper, he did as he was told. Quick as lightning, she was up next to him and grabbing hold of him around the waist. Before he had time to react, she thrust him onto the bed and chained his wrists to the rungs.

Shocked, he flailed his legs in an attempt to kick her away but she firmly took hold of his balls. Slowly putting more and more pressure into her grip, she cooed in his ear, "Now, I'm sure that kick was just an accident and you're really trying to be a good boy, right?" He enthusiastically nodded his head and she released him.

She slipped off her tiny panties and sat down on his stomach, pleased to feel the solid muscle against her most delicate area. Swiftly unhooking her bra, she let it fall to the ground and seized his nipples. Taking each between a finger and thumb, she squeezed and twisted until he cried out in pain. Bet he'd never do that to a girl again. In a brief moment of sensuality, she rested her small hands on his chest and leaned down to kiss him. Their lips brushed sweetly and her tongue slid between his lips. Moving her lips away, she smacked him.

Then, she moved into a 69 position on top of him and held her sweet smelling pussy inches from his lips. "Don't you dare even think about touching me," she warned. With that, she grasped his thighs and placed small kisses on the head of his penis, making him twitch. She gave it sharp little licks and brushed her clit against his nose, knowing it would drive him crazy to not be touched and not be able to touch her. She blew streams of hot air onto the wet kiss marks and touched her pussy to his lips, wanting to see how well he could handle himself.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

She made him strip. She made him lie down. And then...

Jason panicked as he felt his wrists over his head to the bed posts. He lashed out, trying to throw her from him, only to connect with air. She didn't know. Her hand fell quickly and firmly onto his balls, cupping them and squeezing. He groaned in pain as the pressure increased and she spoke into his ear.

"Now, I'm sure that kick was just an accident and you're really trying to be a good boy, right?"

Jason nodded, vowing to steel himself against anything this crazy bitch did while he was with her. If he tried to rebel again, she'd probably injure him and now he was bound there was no escape.

She sat on top of him, her naked snath smearing his chest, and he heard the soft sound of shifting fabric as she removed her bra. That made him harder than before and he tried to picture what she was doing. At least if she kept on like this he might get some enjoyment out of the night.

Fire blazed at his nipples as she tugged and twisted them. He fought to stay quiet, breath hissing between his teeth, but she just increased the pain until he yelled, then screamed. What was she doing? Girls enjoyed that he knew - he didn't think so at first, but when he'd squeezed Jessica's nipples during sex she'd demanded "Harder! Harder!" He didn't dare resist though and simply gasped his relief when she stopped.

Then she kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth in a sign of dominance... and slapped him as she pulled away. Jason's mind reeled. He was lost and afraid, unsure what was coming next, a kiss or a fist. He barely heard her warning not to touch her as she reversed herself on top of him. Something clicked in though and he fought as her dark musk teased his nose.

His tongue fought for freedom, longing to strike out and see whether he could reestablish his dominance by at least pleasing more than her careful kisses and long licks excited him. If he did though... He bit his lip and fought the urge, but that only made her more determined to break him and she moved her crotch over his lips.

Jason groaned, clutching his hands into fists inside the cuffs to try to prevent himself from responding. That only made his cock twitch against her bussing lips more as he twitched though and that sent even more thrills through his body and tortured mind. He felt his cock twitch rhythmically, knowing he had not come, but sure that he was leaking precum to his torturesses seeking mouth as he did. He crunched his eyes tight shut behind the blindfold, trying to press them together as hard as possible, trying to hurt himself enough to take his mind off what she was doing. Jessica had always loved oral sex, more than anything else. If he let himself focus, he was doomed.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

She could tell he was struggling and his control was slipping. Carefully, she slid her hard clit into the soft valley between his full lips. She felt him tremble beneath her. Slowly, she parted her lips and sunk his cock between them, deeper and deeper until he was totally engulfed in her throat. Her lips gripped him snuggly and the warm wetness of her mouth and throat caressed his shaft. Deep moans escaped her chest and vibrated off of his pulsating member. She began to bob her head up and down on top of him as she heard him whimper.

With the sudden stimulation to his excited cock, he was able to handle no more and his tongue thrusted deep into her soaking pussy. Jumping from shock and pleasure, Raylen ground herself to his lips as his talented tongue worked up and down her slit. But, he had disobeyed her. Disregarding his lustful body, she abandoned his cock and turned her head back to look at him. Realizing his mistake, his strokes slowed and then stopped.

She came back up to him and gently kissed his stomach, chest, and neck. Placing a gentle kiss on each of his cheeks, she apologized. “I’m sorry, but you’ve left me no choice. You’ve been such a bad boy. Your body won’t get you everywhere, sometimes you’ve got to pay attention."

She left the bed and dug around in her closet for a moment, finding her favorite dildo. It wasn’t gigantic, but it was about 8 inches and fairly thick. “Now beautiful, I know you’ve always wanted to suck a cock, haven’t you? I bet you think about it all the time when you’re in the locker room with those big, strong boys. Tell me you want to suck their cocks.” She waited for his mumbled reply. Her poor baby was so humiliated. “Now be good and suck as I suck you. If you know what’s best for you, you’ll really get this good and wet.”

Placing the head of the hard rubber dildo to his lips, she returned to her own work on his still rigid penis. He was extremely tentative about pleasuring the dildo, but sharp slaps to his thighs reminded him of his goal. While she pleased him, she watched attentively to make sure he mimicked her every move.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

And then it happened. His cock entering her throat drove him beyond reason, beyond control. Her lips and clit demanded his attention and Jason gave him. His tongue reached out to caress her, stroking long over her slit before dancing on her clit in passion. She didn't douche, at least not with vinegar, which meant what he was tasting was pure and natural woman, something he loved.

Her mouth disappeared from his cock. At first Jason didn't care. He loved receiving oral sex, but he liked to give it even more and if he was pleasing her so much she lost concentration then that was a compliment to him. Except...
...That wasn't what had happened...
...He'd disobeyed her.

She kissed his cheeks and spoke. “I’m sorry, but you’ve left me no choice. You’ve been such a bad boy. Your body won’t get you everywhere, sometimes you’ve got to pay attention."

"Sorry, Mistress," he mumbled, hoping to avoid punishment, but it was no use - she had already left the bed

A few seconds later she returned, taunting him about sucking cocks. He tried to deny it, tried to tell her that he wasn't a fag, but she ignored him. As he lay prone beneath her she pushed a fake cock between his lips.

Jason gagged, fighting against the wait of the rubber penis in his mouth as she demanded he begin to suck it. This was disgusting. He couldn't do it... just couldn't. But he didn't have a choice.

Her mouth on his own cock urged him onwards and slowly Jason began to suck on the dildo in his mouth. It felt peculiar - the weight of the thing pushing back against his throat as he lay prone beneath it threatened to choke him. The artificial cock also felt realistic, lined with hard veins and ridges, it even had a peeled foreskin at the back of the cockhead.

Suddenly he remembered the day he'd walked in on Lenny, the wide receiver, going down on the coach in the chaning room. He'd been shocked and disgusted then, but for some reason he'd had to stay and watch. Now, that humiliating vision added to what was hapenning on the bed, and he feld nauseous with shame.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

She thought he was so incredibley cute. She loved seeing him deny being gay and she still forced him on. Of course she knew he wasn't a fag, but that made it so much better. She concentrated on giving him the best pleasure she could; God knows what she had in store for him wouldn't give him any. Deep throating his thick shaft, she contracted her lips and throat around it and pressed on with her tongue. He couldn't help but groan around the rubber cock in his mouth. Her pussy grew wetter by the second and she was tempted to reach down and finger herself, but she wanted to keep herself tight for later.

Stopping for a few seconds, she snapped a picture of the amazing scene before her. Naturally, he cringed, but she decided in her own mind that she wouldn't show the pictures to anyone. She'd just keep them as a little reminder of the time she fucked the quarterback. He really did give a miserable blowjob though, she noticed with amusement. Who knows, maybe he'd get better at it later.

She returned her hot mouth to his waiting cock, sucking him to the best of her ability until she felt him tense beneath her and heard his muffled groans. Quickly, she moved away; there was nothing like getting a guy all worked up then stopping. She crawled up beside him and removed the cock from his mouth. Immediately, he gasped a breath of fresh air with relief. She examined the dildo, and seeing that he had properly lubricated it, she rested it on his muscular stomach. Though he couldn't see her, she looked at him quisically, "Are you a virgin beautiful?" He shook his head 'no' but, with him helpless against her, she pushed his knees up and chained his ankles near his wrists.

"Not that kind of virgin silly, this kind," she gently laid a finger on his tight asshole. She could tell just by looking at him that he was definately virgin, or atleast hadn't done it for a very long time. His whole body tensed and shook as she traced the hard rubber cock over his abs. Finally opening his mouth to speak, he pleaded with her, but she heard nothing. "It's ok baby, just relax," she cooed. As he slowly began to calm, she could almost feel the fear emanating from him. She released one of his arms from captivity and instructed him to pleasure himself while she punished him but not to cum. "Don't even think about this, concentrate on how good you can make yourself feel," she said, positioning the dildo at his tight entrance. As he took his dick in his hand, she slowly popped the head of the cock into him, stretching him to the point he hissed in protest.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

The clicking of the camera made Jason's heart sink. She had him now. Jessica had him under her control through threat of reporting his cheating... and that was almost mitigated by her being his girlfriend, someone he could trust (or so he had thought). But now this deranged madwoman had photographs of him naked, bound, sucking a fake cock. She had him even more in her control than did Jessica.

She returned to her sucking, gradually taking his mind off his predicament as his arousal rose once more. She was good, better than Jessica when she decided to do this with him. It didn't take long for him to feel his balls start to tense and then... she stopped. Jason cried out in frustration.

She withdrew the rubber cock from his mouth, letting him draw in air fully for the first time in what felt like hours but had only been minutes. Then she rested it on his stomach.

"Are you a virgin beautiful?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"Not that kind of virgin silly, this kind," she said, securing his legs behind his head suddenly and fingering his asshole.

Jason panicked, struggling ferociously against the unbreakable bonds in an attempt to escape. She couldn't be going to do that, she couldn't be that sick, she just couldn't...

The thickness of the dildo speared his ass cheeks causing his to nearly swallow his tongue in shocked pain. He barely heard her command to relax, a command that only made him tense up more in response. And then she ordered him to begin to pleasure himself. Jason couldn't think of any pleasure but escape, but knew what she meant. Weeping into the blindfold, more in shame than pain, he reached for his cock and began to rub it.

It was still hard. Indeed, as she moved the rubber cock in him, his own seemed to grow harder. He shook his head attempting to deny what was happening, particularly his own response to so gruesome an invasion. That only encouraged her to go on.

He tried to ignore whatever she was saying, whatever she was doing. That wasn't difficult. Pain and fear had driven almost all thoughts from his mind. His hand reflexively squeezed tight on his own cock as she moved the dildo inside him, making him cry out loudly in pain. And still she continued.

"Please," he begged, all pride lost. "Please... I'll do anything... please... stop..."

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

His legs and hips convused as he tried to pull away from the intruder, only making the pain throb deeper. As gently as she could, since he really wasn't a bad boy, she thrust the rubber cock into his as far as it would go. She gave him a minute to relax and adjust to this new experience. As she watched him masturbate, she noticed that his own cock had actually grown harder. "Why?" she wondered. He certainly didn't seem gay. Then again, getting fucked by another man and being gently taken by a girl with a dildo were two very different things.

When she had given him enough time to relax, and for his broken virgin hole to stretch, she extracted the penis completely from him and quickly pushed it back in to the hilt. With this, he let out a muffled cry and pulled his dick hard; she couldn't tell if it was from pain, pleasure or both. She continued to pump the rubber completely into him, then completely out; she didn't belive in those half-assed in between thrusts. She timed her thrusts perfectly with his and the dildo filled him as he drove his hand down onto his cock.

Again, she slammed the cock into him and stopped to take a few pictures between his legs as he continued to jack off. And again, he got himself extremely close to cumming and she forced him to stop. She pulled the dick out of him and it emerged with a loud pop. "Did you like that baby? It wasn't that bad now was it?"

By now, he was so horny from nearly cumming twice that his lips trembled. Carefully, she released his legs and rested them on the bed. Climbing on top of him, she forcefully rubbed the head of his penis against her clit, making her gasp and groan. Her slick wetness coated him. She positioned herself above him with his throbbing cock pressing at her hole. She knew she hadn't had sex in a while and was fully aware that she would tear to pieces if she wasn't taken carefully. But, like a true gothic whore, she loved to take it as hard as she gave it.

She held herself in that position for minutes, knowing that it made him want to be inside her. She lightly moaned and teased at pressing herself onto him, but she never did. "If you want it, you're going to have to ask for it like a good boy." Satisfied with his response, she thrust herself down onto him and let out a cry of burning agony and pleasure. She was so tightand wet, and she could already feel the blood begin to trickle.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

Click-click... thust-withdraw.

Jason gasped at the overwhelming sensations, his own shy rebellion and pained fears being trampled by this woman's demands. Who was she? He couldn't help but think about it as she pushed him onwards to more shameful experiences. He knew she was taking pictures and he hated her for it. Yet at the same time, he began to feel a curious fascination with how he must look, and with what she might look like when she did so. Was she turned on? Was she fingering herself? Who was she?

Images of Jessica's friends flittered through his mind as he continued to be fucked by the dildo, barely realizing she was keeping time with his own masturbatory pace. They could all be bitches, he knew, but they were dumb bitches. Jessica was the only smart one he'd ever met when he'd come to pick her up.

His balls were ready to explode. He couldn't believe it, but he was so aroused he was about to come. With a final gargled cry of acceptance...

She pulled the dildo out of his ass.

"NO!" he couldn't stop himself crying out. "NO! You bitch...."

He blanched at that, realizing just what his words would cost him.

"I'm sorry, mistress..." be said, begging to avoid what she would do to him.

And it worked, or at least, she had decided to hold it back until later.

"Did you like that baby? It wasn't that bad now was it?" She taunted him.

Hadn't she heard him, he wondered. She didn't seem the type not to punish him if she had heard, and he breathed in relief, his lips still quivering in a mixture of denied orgasm and fear. She released him then and, eager to avoid punishment, he let himself be lowered submissively to a flat lying position.

Then she straddled him, the feel of her slit almost making her spurt right onto her right then. As she rubbed him against her, he felt the seed bubbling again. He wasn't going to last long. He was too turned on, too aroused, too desperate. Even as she held herself still above him, he felt his whole body burning with desire. He loved having sex with Jessica, but never had he known something like this. He was shaking his head slowly, almost crying with desperation to control his orgasm. He didn't want it to end, he wanted to experience more. Not more pain, certainly, but more of what she was doing. Oh god, he wanted her, and he wanted to know who she was.

"If you want it, you're going to have to ask for it like a good boy." She said.

"Yes, mistress, please use me," he begged.

And then she thrust down with a cry. His own scream mingled with hers as his cock was almost bent double by the pressure of her tight pussy. And as he felt something wet begin to slide down his balls, it sent him over the edge.

He came, splashing burning spunk deep inside her, screaming out in a passion he had never felt before. Over and over, for at least a minute, the jets of cum seemed endless. And then the most miraculous thing of his life - he stayed hard. The feel of her pussy on his recently erupted cock was a burning agony of overstimulation, more painful than even the thrusting of the dildo, yet he couldn't lose his erection inside her.

His head thrashing from side to side, the muscles on his neck standing out as he gritted his teeth, Jason screamed.

"Oh my god, it hurts... oh god, hurt me.... OH GOD! RAE-BETHHHHHH!"

The name was wrong somehow, but in his mind the image was clear. One time, just one time, when he'd been picking up Jessica, some snotty goth chick had made some insulting comment to him - something about him being with an airhead like Jessica. Jessica had glared at her and yelled "I'm gonna kill you, Rae-Beth!"

Not Rae-Beth... something like it but not that. But if the name of his mistress was missing, her picture was clear. And he began to think her insult had been right.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

As soon as she gave him that final stimulation of her tight pussy on his overused cock, he came deep inside her. She paused for a moment to endulge in the scalding pleasure his hot cum mixed with her own blood and enjoyed the feeling of the last hard cock she'd probably have in a long time. She didn't want to get off of him and she was upset that he would cum so quickly, abandoning her.

But then, as she milked him of everything he had, she realized that he wasn't shrinking; not even a bit. He really was incredible, she decided. Curiously, she gave him a few mild thrusts to test. He screamed out in pain from the obvious overstimulation, but if he was going to stay hard, she paid little attention to how badly it would hurt him. She eagerly bounced up and down on top of him, her screams mixing with his.

Then, another miracle; she had finally broken him. He was begging her to hurt him and it almost made her cum right then. She was so pleased, so grateful to be begged to use him and torture him, that she decided to forget about how quickly he had cum. Obviously willing to comply, she tangled her fingers into his hair and launched herself into an avid assault of her own pussy, using his large cock as a weapon.

Her tits bounced and her tight cunt pulled at him everytime she moved, but she continued, growing closer and closer to orgasm. She felt her legs begin to tremble around him and she screamed out about being a bitch, and him being her bitch, over and over again. "And my name's Raylen you asshole! What the fuck kinda name is Raebeth?!" she roared from her throne atop his penis. When she felt she could cum, she removed herself from him, leaving a bloody smear on his abused cock.

Cautiously, she removed the chains from his bruised wrists and gave him one last deep kiss before gently untying the blindfold from his eyes. With the removal of the blindfold, her entire demeanor changed. She could no longer pass for some barbie blonde gone wrong; now he was free to see her as she really was. She was definately a gorgeous girl, but she knew she could never be beautiful in his eyes. Feeling any confidence she once had slip away under the gaze of the powerful football player, she gave him one more command, which turned out more like a question. "Love me?" She quickly averted her pretty violet blue eyes.

She felt like an ant as he looked over her, but then he gently lifted her and turned her onto her back. He parted her legs and laid across her, trying not to gag at the sight of the bloody wound between them. He carefully entered her, keeping his eyes steadily on her, but her once critical ones welled up with tears. Obviously, this was just some kind of favor he was doing her, but she didn't know why. Crystal tear drops spilled down her cheeks and she clung to him, digging her nails into his strong back. Losing herself in her derranged emotion, she wailed something barely coherent about being raped as a child, living with a sadistic father, and growing up equally sadistic. She had no idea of the words that tumbled from her lips, though they were more for her than him.

Though she was gone, off in her own tangent world, her body responded to the force of his slowly pumping cock and her legs began to fall wider apart and quiver.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

Her verbal abuse excited him in this state of arousal and as she castigated him for not knowing her name he began to silently do the same. Asshole... Asshole... Images of his earlier violation returned to him and made him gasp in pleasure. Soon he felt her begin to shudder and expected her to come... but she didn't... she pulled herself away.

Jason was confused.

And then she began to free him. He almost protested, lost now in his role as submissive, and desperate for more. But as she continued, he felt her touch change. By the time she removed his blindfold, she seemed almost trembling. She looked away, almost fearful. Her voice as she requested his love was barely a whisper.

Jason was confused.

She was beautiful. He'd never have gone for her before tonight, he was too wrapped up into the "beautiful blonde" image. Even Jessica, a natural redhead, had died her hair. But this girl, this woman, his mistress of just a minute ago, was a whole different kind of beauty... more... more what he didn't have the words to describe, but she was MORE.

Love me... Jason pondered the request Raylen had made. How could he do anything but, how could she doubt herself, what could have made her feel so insecure? That wasn't a question he had ever considered before... about anyone. He'd never been allowed to feel insecure. That was for dorks. He had to be proud, and aggressive. Being forced to be a sub had turned him on to whole new worlds of experience.

Love me... He lifted her onto the bed and positioned himself above her, at once wishing to serve and wishing to show he would protect her. This was the only way he knew to show her the latter though, to show her he would be all man for her when she wanted it, and he began to move inside her.

And then she opened up. She began to tell him about her childhood, about her rape, about her abusive father. Jason felt filthy for making love with her while she said this, but she seemed to be responding in a way that urged him to continue and so he did, measuring every thrust to meet her desires, holding her firmly but gently and most of all listening to the sickest most disgusting tale he had ever heard. How could anyone do that to someone, he wondered as her tale unfolded. How could anyone do that to anyone? Let alone their own daughter?

It happened then, their climaxes approaching at the same time, as their own needs and passions rose.

He matched her.
Not only in their motions.
But in a way he had not done since he was five years old.

With a knot of hatred, vengeance, fear, protection and overwhelming love in his throat...

Jason felt a tear run down his face and onto hers.

"I love you, Raylen," he tried to say, but was lost in their unity to even know if he had said it aloud. "I love you."


OOC: If you want to continue from here and write their relationship, SweetieDomme31, I'm more than happy to. On the other hand, if you wish to end this thread, this is a phenomenal climax. Let me know what you'd like to do.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

Her emotions crashed inside her head over and over again. She hardly knew what she was saying and she was certain she made no sense. All she knew was what she could physically feel. It was the same action that had caused her so much pain and heartache years ago, but now it felt good and right. Now she wanted it so badly and felt the gentle care of a partner who wanted it too. As her orgasm grew near, she began to calm herself, bringing herself back down to reality and out of the chaotic jumble of thoughts and memories.

"I love you," she heard him choke out as a tear slid gracefully down his smooth cheek. She had never seen tears in the eyes of someone so beautiful, with so much confidence and power. She pressed her palms to his back and his cheek to her shoulder. At that moment, with a soul she had so badly tortured giving her his most intimate feelings and the body she had damaged softly craddled in her arms, she knew she loved him too.

Her body convulsed in one last fit of pleasure and she felt him stiffen inside her. Her nectar crashed down onto him as his shot up into her and she cried out, "I love you too, I love you." She knew the intense pleasure could only last a minute or so, and as her body relaxed, he collapsed ontop of her, trembling and spent. She held him for a while, just adoring the feeling of having someone so near. When he finally regained the strength to roll off, she cuddled beneath his arm and rested her head on his strong chest.

Again, her horrible insecurity and jealousy plagued her. She ran a finger along the lines of his six pack and asked quietly, "So now what happens? I guess I have to let you go and give you to someone else. I don't think this is exactly what Jessica had in mind." Her finger stopped and she looked up into his eyes, afraid of what she'd find there and never wanting to let him go.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

He lay with her, lost in his own feelings and bemused by what had happened. It wasn't, any longer, that he had enjoyed her dominance, it was that he had never felt like this before. His girlfriend was someone he had told himself he loved. He certainly enjoyed his company, he enjoyed talking with her, he enjoyed sex with her, he... enjoyed her. But now he knew, he didn't love her.

"What about Jessica," Raylen asked.

Lost as he was, the name meant nothing to Jason. The only name he could think of was Raylen... and Rae-Beth he recalled with an embarrassed smile at his mistake.

Jessica... the name bounced in his head.

"Who?"

Jessica...

The name snatched him from his emotional plateau with a suddenness that stole his breath. He pushed himself up on his elbow and stared down at Raylen, with a worried look on his face. No, she probably wasn't expecting this. How could she be? They'd even discussed marriage once... not in any definite terms but in the general way of lovers. Jessica... his girlfriend.

"Raylen..." he said and sought for the right words.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to say what he wanted to... it was that he didn't know what he wanted to say. He had an obligation to Jessica, didn't he? She was his girlfriend, wasn't she? Well, he wouldn't have made her do what she'd made him do tonight. Then again, if she hadn't he would never have seen Raylen.

She'd watched an old chick flick with him once: some dumb ass British movie called Geordie Girl or something... It was about a boy who tried to get a date with a beautiful and popular girl, and the way she set him up to be with a much less popular and attractive girl who wanted him. He hadn't got it at the time, though he'd pretended to since they were on a date... but now it hit him that that was what Jessica had done. Maybe not deliberately, but she had set him up with Raylen, someone he wouldn't have seen just a few hours ago, let alone been with.

Jessica... she was one of the smartest women he knew. Did she know what would have happened? It struck him that he hadn't heard her voice in the sorority lounge. It struck him that no other girl had tried to take him. It struck him that even the sluttiest of her sorority hadn't come knocking on the door... and it struck him that Raylen was probably the only person in the sorority house who would so get off on dominating a male that she'd drag him off to her room instead of just making him do stupid shit in the lounge for everyone's laughter.

He looked down at Raylen, with confusion on his face.

"How do we know what she wanted?" he asked.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

She thought about his question for a minute as her finger continued to trace patterns on perfected abs. She couldn't tell if he really believed this, or if he was just looking for something to tell himself because he loved the sorority's only suicidal candidate instead of the most popular girl around. But if he was going to propose it, she figured she go along.

"Well, I guess we don't know. But I'm sure she didn't want... this," she said, searching for the right word. "She's always hated me, but she's going to despise you." She really did love him, but because of that, she didn't want to make him do anything that would (ironically) cause him pain or embarrassment. Before he could answer that question, she glanced away from his soft eyes and gently asked another.

"Are you sure you want this? After all, you're... you and I'm... well, I'm me." She felt as if she'd cry again at the response she expected. He stumbled on his thoughts for a moment. She had no idea what he was thinking, but a rush of embarrassment surrounded her at what seemed like indecision. She turned away from him and tore the bedsheet from the two of them and wrapped her tiny body in it. She climbed away from the bed with burning tears in her eyes, sorry she had gotten involved in the first place. Sure, he had given her a power trip, but she had been naive and she shouldn't have set herself up to be broken like this.

Carefully covering herself, she pulled on her bra and panties, her tight jeans, t-shirt, and pocket chains following soon after. She glanced over at him; a stream of words and phrases flowed from his mouth, but she had barely heard. He was scrambling into his boxers and baggy jeans and when he was decent, he came over to her, putting his hands on her hips. She slowly turned, still in his light grasp, and retrieved a long blade from her drawer. Holding the knife loosely in her hand, she grinned at him and he slowly backed away from her. He obviously didn't know that she would not damage him like that. She carefully folded her shirt up and dug the blade into her flesh where his hands had been on her hips.

Satisfied with the two long but not deep gashes, she dropped the knife and shrunk down against her drawers. Curling her arms around her knees, she calmly stared at him as he fell to his knees before her.

*Alot of things I said we're (like you said before) suggestions, but just stupid assumtions girls make.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

This was freaky... and scary. Jason knelt by Raylen, and snatched the knife from the floor. He struggled for something to say, bemused as to what the right thing would be. He had no idea why she would cut herself like that, and why she was crying. Of course, with all the shit that she had gone through, it was probably hardly surprising. But he had to think of the right thing.

And then it struck him.

He'd been trying to think of the right thing to say when she'd done this. He'd stumbled and bumbled over choosing the exact right words to sum up his feelings and that delay had caused... this.

There were no right words.

There were only words.

"Ok," he said suddenly. "First, I love you Raylen. You want me to yell it so you can hear it? I LOVE YOU RAYLEN!"

He stood up and walked to the door, opening it.

"EVERYONE OUT THERE HEAR THAT! I LOVE RAYLEN, ANYONE WANT TO MAKE ANYTHING OF IT? NO? GOOD!"

He shut the door firmly and went back to where she was kneeling. She looked in a state of shock, and he felt like he was too. At the back of his mind, a little voice kept trying to tell him that unless Jessica was the most forgiving woman who had ever lived, there was no way in hell she WOULDN'T turn him in for cheating now, but he no longer cared.

"Ok, I hope you heard that, Raylen, because you aint getting rid of me so easy ok?"

"Second," he reached out and ran a finger over one of her cuts. "I don't know what this is but its not one of our games... I mean shit, Raylen, you could really hurt yourself and I don't let anyone hurt my girl. You should ask Jessica one time about what happened to the barman at PJs when he tried to grope her... Nobody fucks with my girl, and that includes her... you... you know what I mean."

He wasn't aware of how fast or how loudly he was speaking in his panic, though he was pretty certain he was saying all the wrong things. But he didn't have any option anymore; there was nothing else to say except what came naturally.

"Look, Raylen, I love you. Ok?" he said, struggling to get his voice under control, "Shit, I don't think anyone on campus is gonna think otherwise after those airheads start hitting the phones and AIMs, what do you think? Jessica and me are over. I want you. I need you... this is fucked up, but I never had anyone do that stuff to me before and it was great. But its more than that Raylen, its more. I mean I want to lay that cunt of a father out for what he did to you. I learned a lot tonight, about me and about you and other stuff... and I want to learn more."

He sighed in exasperation, lost for what else to say.

"Look, Raylen... I don't know if anything I'm saying makes any sense to you. I hope it does, but I don't know. I don't know what to say. I just know I love you."

Another stupid thought entered his mind as he looked at the bleeding cuts on her waist, and with a shaking hand, he cut lines on both his palm. It was hard, he didn't have her years of experience of knifeplay, and cut deeper on his left palm than he meant. But he suppressed a cry and forced himself on. Reaching out, Jason grabbed hold of Raylen again, placing his bloody palms against her bloody hips so the red of their bodies intermingled.

"If you're going to cut yourself, Raylen, so am I. Now I saw in an old movie where indians slice their hands and run them together to become blood brothers... so since you did that I figured the best way I could make you know is make myself your blood lover. I dunno, thats probably fucked up. But I don't know what else to do now."

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Raylen

For a few minutes, Raylen was shocked and horrified. She had always cut herself, wrists, thighs, and sides mostly, to ease pain, but she had always been alone when she did it. And now that she realized how stupid and rash she'd been, she realized that, for once, the pain in her hips was actually hurting her. As she stared dazed into his eyes, she couldn't believe what was happening. She had been so sure that he felt nothing for her. She had judged his momentary hesitation as a sign that he had loved the sex, but not her. But now he was on a rampage, declaring his love for her anyway he could.

Then he cut himself. Raylen felt so sick that she couldn't even imagine the sickness he had felt when she had done the same action. She watched the blood ooze from his hands and she wanted to turn back time and stop him; she wanted to tell him how important he was, and how many people would care that he was doing this. He needed the hands he had just wounded to play football, to hug his mother, and to take exams. She felt as if he had wasted all that to be with her. She worried most of all that he, like she had the first time she had cut, would enjoy it and be unable to stop. Her face paled as he placed his bleeding hands to her hips but his words soothed her.

His hands were warm against her and his scrambled story of indians and blood lovers brought tears of hapiness to her eyes. Keeping his hands in place, she slipped herself into his arms and pressed her cheek to the soft skin of his chest. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she whispered gently into his ear, "I love you so much, and I don't know how you could have done this in two hours, but you make me feel so... cared for. It's nice to feel loved."

She grinned softly at him, but then her nose wrinkled up in disgust at a sour thought. "Does this mean I have to stop dying my hair and start going to football games?" She released a beautifully bright smile and laughed for the first time in years. While waiting for his answer, she parted their sticky wounds with care and took hold of his wrist. "Come one, let's go get you cleaned up. For now, hold your hands above your shoulders. Trust me, I've done this before."

Before opening the door into the lighted hallway, she turned to him and kissed her new found love. Determined never to make the mistake of her father, she let him know how much she cared about him. Then turning the knob, she grabbed his wrist and dashed for the bathroom.

*I like your suicide quiz, lol. Go figure it says I would cut my wrists.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

She led him into the bathroom and began to work on his wounds. Hers appeared to be drying already, the proficiency of experience granting her the ability to cut enough without going too far. He though had no such knowledge, and he was bleeding. She gently cleaned his wounds, giving him an occassional frustrated yet compassionate scowl as she worked. Then, once she was sure he was clean, she set to bandaging his hands as best she could.

Jason glanced into her medicine cabinet as she got the bandages and was bewildered at the amount of things there. Was she on any prescription pills, or was this all over the counter stuff? He didn't know what most of it was, but it scared him.

"Raylen," he said eventually. "You... you can't kill yourself."

His eyes turned to her and held her steadily while she seemed to freeze. He had no idea if he had the right idea or not, and he knew there was no way he could stop her if she really wanted to, but he had to make sure she knew what he felt.

"Raylen... promise me," he said. "If you don't..." he struggled for some warning, some promise, some thing that would convince her. "Look Raylen, you said you love me. Don't leave me, ok. Promise me you won't kill yourself or... or I'll cut myself again."

He clamped his eyes shut as he said it, shaking in fear as he made his pledge a solid vow. It was the one thing he had seen her look afraid of, and now he understood why. But she'd taken him through so much fear when she was dominating him, when she was acting as his mistress, that it seemed nothing to push past fear for her again.

"I mean it Raylen, promise me or I'll cut myself bad. I love you and if thats what it takes, I'll do it." He said as he opened his eyes again.

"I promise," she said and nodded at him as she tied the last bandage tightly.

Someone was coming up the stairs at a run. Within seconds they had reached Raylen's door and was hammering on it screaming.

"Open up you goth bitch! What the fuck do you think you're doing you skanky slut! You were only meant to fuck with him a bit not... I'm gonna fucking kill you you cunt!"

They looked at each other in surprise. It was Jessica. And neither of them had heard her scream, or curse, like that ever before.


OOC: Since we never got a player for Jess... I suggest she is an NPC open to EITHER of us to do WHATEVER we need with.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Ralyen

The amount of concern Jason showed scared her. He knew she often thought of suicide, and she'd even tried once. But now she was so afraid of hurting him that she couldn't think of it. He threatened her with himself and it drove her crazy. Did he know that he couldn't threaten her with anything but something she loved? There was nothing he could say to her that could make her stop if she really wanted to do it, but she couldn't bear to imagine the hands that she had bound forcing a sharp blade into his wrists.

So she promised him she wouldn't kill herself. She didn't know if she could keep that promise yet, but she new it would atleast make him feel better. And he was right, she did love him.

Just as she tied the last of her bandages around his wounded hand, they heard some crazy bitch screaming up and down the halls. Raylen heard her pound on the doors and demand that the "goth bitch" open up. "Over here," Raylen called and opened the bathroom door, assuming that she was the goth bitch. Infuriated with seeing her boyfriend with the sorority outcast, Jessica flew into the bathroom in a fit of rage and stepped up to Raylen.

Ray was shorter and smaller than Jessica, but somehow, blonde sorority bitches had ceased to scare her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with him? I gave you all a chance to mess around with him a bit and you've taken it completely out of hand!"

Raylen stared at her, unblinking. Her normally soft eyes turned a dark, stony blue and she would never show a sign of weakness. "You're such a fucking whore! I can't believe you'd do that to me! What are you, like a fucking prostitute? You probably screw your fucking dad you slut!"

Her last comment threw Ray into rage. Her head spun and she wanted to lash out at her, but she knew she couldn't. Jason looked lost and torn between his old feelings for Jessica and his new ones for Raylen. Staring the taller girl in the eye, Ray wished she could kill her. She knew, after years of mistreatment and fighting at home, that she could win a physical fight, but that would never end her conflict with Jessica.

"First of all, I don't appreciate you addressing him like he's not even alive," she said, her hand flailing in a wild gesture at Jason, "If you loved him, you would atleast acknowledge him being here." "And why can't you imagine me doing this to you? I have no connection to you, we're not friends. Infact, the only reason I don't want to kill you right now is because I care about him, and I know it would hurt him to see you fucking die," she said, her face softening. "And third, you can fucking have him. I really care about him, but he's a big boy, and he can decide for himself. If he wants you, then I hope you two are fucking happy together." With that, Ray gave her the dirtiest scowl her evil body could conjure up and stormed into the corner of the room, leaving Jessica to face Jason.

As Raylen cooled her heels in the corner, Jessica looked at her former boyfriend with eyes full of hatred that threatened to kill him and Jason looked away.

 

[BadForm]

Jason Wilding

Jason watched as his two women, his old girlfriend and his first true lover, tore into each other verbally. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He still felt for Jessica and he felt guilty about how he had hurt her but... but he loved Raylen.

"You probably screw your fucking dad you slut!" Jessica spat.

That was about when he stopped listening, stopped hearing, stopped seeing. The words spun round in his head and the next thing he was aware of was Raylen backing away to sit down. Jessica was staring at him, her look a mixture of anger and betrayed love.

Jason stood up, his hands before him in a placating gesture.

"Jess... Jessica... I don't know how to say this..."

"You probably screw your fucking dad you slut!" The thought spun in his head.

"J-Jess... I'm sor..."

He couldn't finish the apology. His eyes turned to Raylen as he heard the accusation spin in his head like a broken record. Her father. That bastard. Her father. Probably fuck... Raylen hadn't said her father had raped her, she had said he had beaten her and that she had been raped. He'd assumed it was someone else. Hell he hadn't even realized it had been an assumption, fathers didn't DO that to their daughters.

"You probably screw your fucking dad you slut!" The thought was a scream now and for a split second Jessica was replaced by the image of a man he had never met.

"You probably screw your fucking dad you slut!"

He didn't even realize his hand was around Jessica's throat until she tried to lash out at him and gasped that she couldn't breathe. A lesser man would have been broken by her kicking, but he was not just a quaterback but a martial artist. More than that, he was beyond anger.

"You fucking bitch," he snarled, his face coming within inches of hers. "You listen to me right now... if you ever, if you EVER say anything like that to Raylen again she won't need to kill you 'cos I'll rip your fucking tits off and choke you with them you slut! Got that?"

He tossed her to the floor and put his foot on her chest. Then he turned back to Raylen and tried to still his breathing. She seemed shocked at his behavior.

"I'm sorry," he said, worried that she was afraid, but still not freeing Jessica. "I didn't mean to scare you its just... nobody gets to say that shit to you... especially not a bitch like this."

Rationality caught up with him for a second and he gave a slight laugh as he looked at his future.

"Raylen," he said. "I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be at this school - she got me to be a sub tonight by threatening to turn me in for cheating on a test... somehow, I don't think this is gonna make her want to hold back on that info... So, if I'm gonna be out of here anyway, is there anything you want to do to this... to her first?"