GolfGirl2448
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It was Doug’s birthday and I really wanted to do something special for him. We weren’t really dating, but our friendship had progressed to the level where we felt very comfortable with each other, and flirted with each other constantly. It was no secret that we thought each other to be very attractive, although up to this point we hadn’t acted on that lust. Especially over the last few weeks, we had grown to know each other much better and had hung out quite a bit. At first he was a little shy around me, but lately he had all but flat out said that he thought I was the most gorgeous thing ever to walk the planet. And hey, although he was a little older than me, I thought he was really hot and really wasn’t sure why our relationship hadn’t progressed to that next level, whatever that might be.
I debated whether or not I should go through with it, but decided that we were close enough that if he was disgusted by what I did we could both just brush it off and move on with our lives, and our friendship wouldn’t suffer for it. I was still nervous, however, as my finger hovered over the send button of the e-mail. No. Not yet. I wanted to read it one more time.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOUG,
I WANT THIS TO BE THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. I’LL BE AT YOUR HOUSE AT SEVEN O’CLOCK THIS EVENING, UNLESS YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE. I’LL ENTER YOUR DUNGEON WITH NO MEANS OF ESCAPE FOR 24 HOURS. YOU CONTROL ME. I WANT TO FULFILL ALL YOUR FANTASIES, DOUG--DON’T HOLD ANYTHING BACK. I WANT TO BE YOUR SLAVE FOR 24 HOURS, ONLY YOU CAN DETERMINE FULLY WHAT YOU WANT THAT TO MEAN.
YOUR SLAVE UNTIL 7:00PM TOMORROW EVENING,
KATIE
Yep, that was about the extent of it. I hit send at 8:52am. I thought I made it just about as clear as I could in a little short but sweet (devilish?) note. I wanted him to know that this night was all his and that I wanted him to completely dominate me in every way possible. I didn’t want to give him step-by-step instructions though, so I just left it up to his imagination. The shortness was just intended to make him think, and think about it all day at work. I had done something like this before with a friend, but it had been a while and I knew the experience would be completely different. Having someone I’ve never had sexual relations with dominate me somehow extremely turned me on, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me.
The only communication between us the rest of the day was one exchange of text messages around noon. “Wow Katie, you’re amazing….But you better be ready you slut.” “Yes Sir”, was my only response, and from there we went on with our days. God, I couldn’t wait. The degradation, the serving, the just plain making a guy happy all turned me on immensely in these situations. Now, this wasn’t something I’d want everyday that’s for sure, but once in a while I desperately urged for it. I got closer and closer to that point throughout the day.
I was way past that point when I rang his doorbell at exactly 7:00 that evening. I stood there with my heart nearly pounding out of my chest waiting for him to open the door, wearing a very low cut black top with a tight leather mini skirt, nothing underneath either of them, my golden blonde hair down over my shoulder. Five seconds passed, still nothing. Nearly ten seconds, and just as I was wondering where he was, he opened the door. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion until he opened the door wide and just took a fistful of my hair and literally threw me in the door. I braced myself and barely made myself miss hitting a chair with my neck, utterly stunned by what just happened. I guess I didn’t have to worry about him being too gentle.
He kicked somewhat forcefully at my thigh, but of course not hard enough to hurt me badly, which pressed my back up against the chair that I had nearly crashed into. He was just wearing boxers, and I could already see an outline of his cock in them, semi-erect. “Stand up you stupid cunt.” He said with total confidence, as he proceeded to spit in my face as I began to stand up. “FASTER!” He nearly screamed, just inches from my face. ‘Holy shit’ I just thought to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into, as I had never been treated like anything close to this, yet on some level loving every second of it.
I had nothing to say. Well, actually I had a lot to say but I couldn’t form the words to get it out, as I stood up just inches from him. “How dare you show up at my door with clothes on, you stupid pig” He said, like I somehow should have driven over and stripped at his door before I came in.
“I…I’m sorry Sir”, was all I could think to say as I barely even got that out, stuttering as I said it. Before I could even get it out, his hands and nails were scraping at my body, tearing what I was wearing with no regard for it or for my body, as he tore my top down the middle, then proceeding to throw it to the floor. He eyed my skirt and my long legs below it for just a couple seconds before he pulled that down just a little less violently, but tripping me as he got it to my ankles and just tugged on it as if it could somehow slide right through my legs.
I awkwardly fell to the floor, breaking my fall with my arms as he halfway flipped me over trying to get the skirt off of my legs. I could tell I was in for a long night, and I was wondering if I could even handle whatever it was he had planned. Propping myself back up, and then going on to re-assume my standing position where I was before I fell, looking at him with a look of utter surprise on my face. Before I hardly even looked at him the wrong way, he slapped me across the face, and while I’m sure he could have hit harder, it felt like about the hardest I’d ever been hit like that.
The sharp stinging feeling remained on my cheeks as he again grabbed some of my hair and pulled me close to him, whispering in my ear, “You said you could handle it you fucking cunt, now you can back out now or you can choose to go through the worst 24 hours of your life.” He talked calmly even as he degraded me at the same time. I told him I would do it and I wasn’t about to back out now, although I admit the choice to get out was very tempting considering the last ten minutes I’m sure were just a preview of what was to come.
“I…I’m alright Sir”, was my simple response. With that little phrase I practically handed my life over to him for the next twenty-four hours, and that was at the same time a very scary yet arousing thought. It wasn’t five seconds after I said that that I was pushed forcefully to the floor, naked, and flat on my face.
“Stay there, whore”, He said firmly to me as he walked away for just a few seconds, going back into his room. He came back with a shopping bag full of sex toys, although I couldn’t tell anything that was in it until he took it out. At the time, he pulled out a string of anal beads, pressing the first to my tight asshole as he gripped one of my ass cheeks and very roughly pulled it away from the other. They were much larger than I had expected as the first one popped into my asshole with no lube whatsoever. I let out a little shriek as it did, but I was already starting to get very turned on by this. Two, three, then four of the large beads were shoved into my asshole just seconds apart from one another.
“Clench” was his only instruction, and I proceeded to clinch my ass cheeks tightly at his command, as I figured if I didn’t obey I would be severely punished, just drawing that conclusion based on what had already happened to me being perfectly obedient. He tugged slightly at the string of beads a second after I clenched my cheeks tightly together, and then waited a few seconds, seemingly inspecting my asshole. Then he pulled hard, pulling all of the beads rapidly out of me.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUCK” I screamed so loud as I really hadn’t expected that. With no lube, it killed as the round beads raced out of my asshole. Before I could even start to collect my thoughts though, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK came a split leather whip right in the same spot three times over, cutting into my ass cheeks. I guess my assumption that we might actually eat a nice dinner together before the action started went down the drain within the first five seconds, along with my assumption that he would have a hard time being forceful with me as we had never had sex before—only talked somewhat about our sexual likes and dislikes.
All I could do was whimper, “Puhh…Puhlllease…please…” was all that escaped my mouth as I lay there weakly on the floor. I could actually feel tears welling up in my eyes as the pain from the whipping just pulsed through my body. He pulled me up by the hair a little to see my face, then dropping me back down to the floor and my face crashed somewhat harshly down onto the carpeted floor of his living room. Almost simultaneously as my head hit the floor, CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK. Then a five second break, then, CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK. All the strikes coming evenly separated, yet less than a second apart from each other. It was more physical pain that I had ever felt in my life—whether it was sports, sex, anything—I had never felt anything that would compare to this. My deep red ass cheeks burned like hell and the only thing I could do was whimper and cry, as I breathed hard and tears streamed from my eyes down my nose and to the floor.
He was getting really aroused by this, and I couldn’t see as my face was buried in the carpet which was now burning my face as I rubbed my tears against it to get them off me, but he was removing his boxers and stroking his cock lightly getting ready for me. With the pulsing pain still throbbing throughout my body, he pulled me up at the hips almost into the doggy style position for him, and spread my ass cheeks wide, putting the tip of his cock on my asshole. I could feel that there was a little lube on his cock, thank God, as he quickly pushed forward and popped the head of his cock into me. Tears were still streaming down my face from the earlier pain, and the pain of the moment. His cock entering me so forcefully now thrusting down into my asshole caused a little pain, but it couldn’t come close to comparing to the pain from his palms gripping and pulling apart my burning ass cheeks.
He now started to slap at my left ass cheek with his hand as his cock impaled into me now, starting to thrust in and out, fucking me relentlessly. I sniffled a couple times as the pain just kept increasing, not stopping for anything. It felt like going to the dentist and having them fill a cavity, but after it was filled, continuing to drill into your tooth, just grinding away as if the dentist had some sadistic agenda to complete. SLAP, SLAP—His hand came down on me harder and harder as he fucked me faster and faster, groaning and grunting hard and going at my asshole like a crazed animal. Although it hurt like a bitch, the fulfilling feeling I got from knowing he loved it, and the degradation on top of it, just turned me on in some unexplainable way. I could easily feel wetness covering my clit and my pussy, even as tears covered my face.
He suddenly pulled out of my asshole, moving around in front of me and forcing me awkwardly to kneel in front of him as he stood in front of me. I opened my mouth instinctively as he shoved his cock at it regardless, and my eyes widened right away as he pushed his whole cock into my mouth and down my throat with no warming whatsoever. I instantly gagged, making me lurch even further down onto him, his balls pressed against my lips. It didn’t say there long though, as he went on to relentlessly fuck my throat, pre-cum forming on his cock. I gagged continually and my face turned red as I still felt the pain all throughout my body from the earlier whipping.
Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my hand, moving it to his shaft and I gripped it firmly, stroking his cock quickly in front of my face, positioning myself for a facial. He had other ideas though, as he pushed my head down just as he started to cum, shooting load after load of sticky cum into my hair. He sure made sure to make it messy, shooting all over my hair letting it drip down further and looking, admiring his work as his cum was clearly visible all throughout my hair from behind.
He went on to pull my head back up to where it was before, still kneeling in front of him as he slapped his still near fully erect cock my cheeks a couple times, sending a couple little thin streaks of cum that were still there up onto my face. He then put his cock on my lips, and I knew what to do as I licked off every last drop of cum, closing my lips on his shaft but mostly just lapping my tongue at it to get every drop clean, swallowing the leftover cum eagerly like I was supposed to.
“Get some clothes on, slut,” he told me in his normal voice as he went briefly into his room to change. Of course, my shirt was completely ripped, so I just put the skirt back on after retrieving it from halfway across the room. I was curious as to why he wanted me dressed, but I didn’t dare ask questions. Apparently he had anticipated my top being completely in ruins, as he came out of his bedroom throwing me a plain white tank top. As I put it on, I found it to be a good two to three sizes too small. I was really beginning to worry about what he had in store for me, as he came out wearing a golf shirt and jeans.
He didn’t say anything as he walked to the door, only motioned with his finger for me to follow him out to his car. I was scared. I had never seen him act like anything close to this, or even talk about it for that matter. He had always been so gentle with me. I guess tonight would relieve any pent-up sexual tension between us, that was for sure.
“Where….Where are we going?” I asked, stuttering nervously.
“Just a little shopping trip.” He replied calmly, although my heart was beating about a thousand times a minute.
It was about 8:30 according to the clock on the dashboard as we pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot. We both got out and walked together as a couple in the front door. I looked like a total slut, that’s all there was to it, my tank top showing about four inches of my belly and the skirt barely covering my ass, not to mention the strands of drying cum still plastered throughout my hair. I could only pray that I didn’t see anyone I knew.
The store wasn’t too crowded, but we still got dozens after dozens of prolonged stares. There really didn’t seem to be any purpose in us being there, other than for him to parade me around as his little trophy girl. Normally I wouldn’t have minded the attention, but I was really nervous we would run across someone from school or something that would go on to spread the word like wildfire. He kept his arm around my shoulders the whole time, holding me close to him. We engaged in some light conversation during our fifteen or so minutes in the store. The only thing he picked up was a pack of gum, and we proceeded to the check-out line to pay for it.
It seemed like he purposefully picked the longest line, savoring the moment and all the admiration for as long as possible. His hand slid through my hair as someone came up behind us in like. He got a little leftover cum on his right index finger and put it to my lips, feeding it to me. I licked it off of his finger with a smile as the guy behind us—probably in his late 40’s—looked on with wide eyes.
“Quite a little girl I have here, huh?” Doug said proudly to the man behind us.
“She’s something alright,” he replied, not wanting to be rude although neither of them seemed to have any problem taking in every inch of my body with their eyes.
I just stood there completely humiliated as they both took my body in, forcing a smile. We went on to pay the cashier the whole $0.79 for the gum, and casually walked back out to his car. I let out a sigh of relief as we began to drive away as I didn’t think I recognized anyone in the store.
As we started to drive, his right hand moved from softly stroking my hair to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them as I looked on. “You know what to do, girl.” He said as I repositioned myself in the passenger seat, and moved my hand to his boxers, pulling them down as much as I easily and quickly could. He didn’t have to force me to lean over awkwardly and immediately wrap my lips around his shaft, flicking my tongue at it as it quickly became fully erect once again. I opened and closed my lips around him as the saliva built up quickly in my mouth, dripping down his cock and to the seat of the car.
I pressed my right hand on his thigh for support, and my arm was positioned so that I would be able to be more aggressive and not hit the steering wheel. It certainly wasn’t comfortable, but I scooted up in my seat to try to make it more so, not working out too well though as I moved my lips up and down on the first half or so or his shaft, soaking his cock in my saliva.
Just when I was starting to get a little more comfortable, I felt a tug at my hair. He held my hair right near my scalp, jerking my head first a little bit upwards, then down hard onto his cock, instantly gagging me as he pressed down as far as he could and held my head there, his entire shaft filling my throat. I was beginning to get short of breath, gripping his thigh very tightly as he drove. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, after a good twenty seconds of his whole shaft shoved into my throat, he let up and started pulling up and down on my hair, making my lips slide up and down rapidly on his cock as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He began to moan as he pulled harder and harder on my hair, the vibrations and sounds of my gagging turning him on even more.
With a loud grunt he very forcefully pulled my head up and then absolutely slammed it down on his entire shaft, sending his first stream of cum deep into my throat. I swallowed as best I could, but with his cock still engulfing me it just made me gag harder, trying to cough but that wasn’t about to happen as my face got redder and redder. Streams of cum still shot into my throat one right after the other as I felt the car swerve just a little bit. “Mmm good job you nasty little cunt,” he said to me as he removed his hand from my hair and returned it to the steering wheel.
“T…thank you Sir,” I managed to get out through my shortened breath as I returned to sit up in the seat, stretching myself out a little bit, thinking that I had five minutes or so to relax before we got home. I was wrong, of course, as he pulled out a massively thick eleven inch dildo and handed it over to me just seconds later. I looked over at him as I took it in my right hand, shocked.
“Your ass, now,” he instructed me. Of course I obeyed him, but I was scared as fuck as I’d never taken anything this big in my ass before and I knew it would hurt like hell. I lifted myself up out of the seat so I could get the dildo under my skirt. Being so short, there was no need to take my skirt off to get the dildo in whatsoever. I grimaced as I pressed the dildo to my ass, having to bounce up and down on the dry dildo just to get the head to pop into my asshole. My entire weight on the dildo didn’t move it down more than a couple inches into me, and I looked over at Doug. He proceeded to put his knee to the steering wheel, and put one hand on each of my shoulder quickly, absolutely shoving my body down onto the dildo. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I absolutely screamed as the entire length of it impaled into my asshole. I gulped hard and I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes again, but so far I was able to hold them back, although the look on my face said enough.
I just sat there helpless, knowing that it would hurt even more if I tried to move at all, although I couldn’t comprehend that it could possibly hurt more than this. I felt as if my asshole had just been ripped apart completely as if two metal rods were shoved in and two giants were pulling in opposite directions on them. Nearly in tears, I just looked straight ahead not wanting to look at Doug as if I did I would probably get mad at him or something, and I knew the punishment would be more than I could even imagine if I did something like that.
I remained like that, just trying to bear the pain as we pulled back into his driveway. I didn’t move as he got out of the car, and he came around to my side of the car, opening the door and telling me to get out and crawl. As he said so, he moved his hand to the end of the dildo in my ass, holding it tightly as I carefully got down on my hands and knees on the cement driveway and began very slowly crawling towards his front door.
“FASTER!” He screamed at me as I was barely moving. I didn’t think I could go any faster, but I tried. “MOVE you stupid pig-brained whore,” he went on as I struggled to keep up with him as he pushed me forward with the whole length of the eleven inch dildo still rammed up my asshole. It seemed to hurt exponentially more with every move I made. The pain shot through me; it felt like a knife was tearing into me.
I couldn’t take it. I collapsed flat on the cement and started sobbing. He knew I was hurting, but didn’t care whatsoever as this was his night, I was his piece of flesh to use and abuse, and that’s exactly what he was doing. I wanted to move faster, I wanted so badly to please him as he knelt down beside me and with an open palm slapped my already incredibly sore ass cheeks twice in succession. “I know it hurts,” he said, “but I don’t give a fuck and you’re going to do what I say tonight whether you like it or not, bitch. Now I’m going to take this dildo out of you, and you’re going to go inside, and make me some dinner. I’m going to my room to make a phone call that I need to do for work, I’ll be back in a half hour, and I expect dinner on the table by then.”
Saying that, he went on to pull the dildo out of my ass fiercely, and then proceeded to walk in the house leaving me laying there on the cement. I was completely stunned, and all I knew is that I had to force myself to get inside and make some food for him. I started to get up, thinking I would be alright as I got to my feet, but with the first step I seemingly had no control of my legs and I crashed hard back down onto the cement, scraping my right knee badly. It was bleeding, but there was nothing I could do about that as I managed to crawl on it, whimpering as I did, to the front door and I finally got into the house about ten minutes after Doug had went in. He wasn’t in the kitchen as said, he must have really went to his room to make a phone call. I had to find something to make him quickly.
Managing to get back up on my feet and limp around severely as the pain still was more than anything I’d felt in my life, I found some chicken in the fridge, and quickly warmed it up, and ended up making a chicken caesar salad. It looked alright, considering I could barely move to get it ready, and I set it on the table along with a glass of Merlot just as I heard his footsteps in the hallway coming towards the dining room. I had made some for me too, but I set it on the counter in the kitchen to eat it later, or to see if he wanted me to eat with him. I just knew that I couldn’t upset him, because if he punished me I thought I might actually have to use our ‘safe-word’ which we had established in our little conversation at Wal-Mart. We decided it would be ‘pineapple’. I was glad we set that up, but I was going to try my hardest not to say it.
He came into the dining room and took his seat at the table. “Kneel,” he said to me as he sat down, and I went on to kneel right beside him, looking up at him every so often to see if he needed anything. I was relieved I had nothing stuffed in me at the moment, although I was hungry and he didn’t ask me to eat with him. He seemed to be alright with what I made him, but neither of us said anything about the food or the presentation, which I was perfectly fine with, as I assumed it meant it was alright. I chuckled a little inside just for a second as he sat his plate down in front of me as he started to get up from the table. I was just glad I would get to eat something, as my stomach was already starting to growl a little bit. He looked down at me using my fingers to eat the salad as I didn’t have any silverware, and I figured he was going to get me some. My thoughts that he might actually do something for me were quickly dashed though when he came back with handcuffs as opposed to silverware.
“You’re a fucking pig, Katie, pigs don’t eat with their hands they eat with their mouths,” he said as he took my hands and tied them behind my back. I scooted back on my knees and my torso fell down to the floor with my face nearly on top of the plate. I didn’t even really want to attempt to eat like this, but I didn’t dare refuse something he gave me. I could barely even get my mouth on the food, but he held my head up by pulling on my hair so I could actually eat it. It hurt, but I was hungry and appreciative of what he was doing. It had to look more than ridiculous as I felt like the most degraded person in the whole world; eating like a fucking pig from a plate on the hardwood dining room floor.
It tasted alright, but it was kind of dry, and I didn’t really think before I asked, “May I have some more dressing please, Sir, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble Sir.” I immediately thought I shouldn’t have asked it, but it just came out as soon as the thought popped into my mind. To my surprise, however, he dropped my face to the floor just in front of the plate and went back into the kitchen, coming back in with a bottle of caesar dressing.
“Tell me when,” he said as he started pouring dressing on the salad.
“That’s good, that’s good,” I quickly said as he was dumping almost half the bottle onto the salad.
He went on to nearly empty the bottle on the plate as I just stared at my plate of what was now just basically all dressing. Obviously he didn’t expect me to eat that, did he? Well, at least I had something to eat and it wasn’t too bad. He quickly answered my question though, as he pulled my hair back up forcing my head just about two inches from the pile of dressing. He then went on to let go of my hair, utterly surprising me as my face fell flat into the caesar dressing, absolutely covering it. He went on to completely smear my face all over it, making me look even more ridiculous.
“Go look at yourself in the mirror,” he said as he released my hands from the handcuffs and I stretched them behind my head in relief. Still, I could barely walk, but I got up and limped into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror like he commanded. I could hardly even see as the dressing coated even my eyes, but I could still easily tell I looked like the stupidest thing on the face of the planet. Thankfully, he took a washcloth to my face and wiped all of the dressing off; the dried cum was still all throughout my hair, though.
“Ready for the real fun to start, girl,” he said to me looking directly into my eyes. I could hardly hold my gaze to him but looked at him in disbelief. ‘What could be worse than what I just went through,’ I thought to myself, although that thought certainly wasn’t about to leave my mind.
I gulped, then said, “Ye…yes Sir,” and although my look said otherwise, all he needed was my verbal permission. Well, he didn’t even need that, as I had clearly found out earlier in the night.
We went down the hall to his bedroom, where I sat down on the edge of the bed. He picked me up at the sides and literally threw me up to the head of the bed and pushed me back so I was laying flat. I was just lucky my head didn’t crash onto the headboard. He flipped me over and took my right arm and tied it very tightly with rope to the right arm of the headboard, doing the same with my left arm to the opposite side of the bed. My wrists were tied high up on the headboard, making them a good foot and a half to two feet above my head, as the rest of my body was left alone for the time being. I was face down, my face lying right on the bed sheets, no pillow there at the moment.
“I think my girl needs a good hard beating, doesn’t she?” he rhetorically asked me as I couldn’t see him but he got out the same whip he used earlier on me. This was so much more than I had ever anticipated, as I honestly didn’t think I could go through another whipping, and what exactly did ‘good hard beating’ mean anyway. If my previous whipping wasn’t considered hard by his standards, then I couldn’t handle it, that’s all there was to it. “Beg for it, beg for the pain, bitch,” he continued. I opened my mouth but only sobs came out.
“I said beg for it—NOW!” he went on.
“P…Please beat me Sir, please.” I couldn’t even believe the words were coming out of my mouth.
“I said beg you whore, BEG!”
I laid there motionless as I whimpered out just above a whisper, “Please Sir, please whip me, please beat me Sir, please I’m begging you.” Just as I finished CRACK—the whip crashing down on my ass. I opened my mouth to scream but hardly anything came out as I then bit down hard, crumpling some of the sheets up in my mouth to muffle my cries. Twice more--CRACK, CRACK—right on the same spot as I whimpered more through the incredible pain that I couldn’t believe I chose to put myself through.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
“Ahhhmmmppppphhh pleeeease, pleeeease,” I whimpered as I began to sob onto the sheets. I just couldn’t take much more.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo, holy fuck, pleeeease pleeeease stoppp,” I begged as I tried to raise my voice to get through the sheets, but it barely even came out as I felt my body getting weaker and weaker literally with every strike of the whip.
SMACK--came the open palm of his hand down on my ass. SMACK—one more time even harder just before he walked up to the head of the bed and began to un-cuff my hands. “Turn over so I can see that slutty face,” he ordered me immediately after I was free. As I got myself turned over, just my ass barely making contact with the bed sheets made my whole body feel like it was on fire.
His hand moved down to my clit, pinching it first with his fingers, then with his nails roughly. Hurt. Pain. Torture. Those were just about the only words that came to mind to describe what I was going through. The feeling of him treating my clit so roughly was incredible. It was also incredibly painful.
“Has this little clit ever been tortured like it’s going to be tonight,” he questioned.
“No, no Sir please, no PLEASE,” I begged as I looked into his eyes and my look said it all, it said I was hurting, it said I needed this to stop, and it said I had had about all I thought I could stand. My eyes wandered to the whip in his hands as I literally shivered with fear from just looking at it.
He reached down to run a finger over my pussy just once, putting it to my lips to lick the juices off. I was so wet, but I hadn’t even thought about being turned on since we got him, it was just too incredibly painful. The feeling of him returning to my clit and again pinching it roughly between his thumb and index finger was just so confusing to my body.
Quickly, he raised the whip up and—CRACK—it came down right onto my clit with all the force he could muster.
“FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK,” I screamed incredibly loudly as that just went way above and beyond any of the pain I had felt even so far that night.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, three times—the first two perfectly on either side of my clit and the last one another direct hit. He was too good with this whip.
“NOOO SSSHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I just belted out with all my force as it felt like 100 bees were simultaneously stinging my clit over and over again. I couldn’t escape the feeling, I wanted to say the word but I couldn’t give up now, I had come so far.
He put the whip down and got on the bed between my legs, going right to my clit and lightly biting it. Well, it was light to him—to me it seemed like a fucking steak knife was ripping it to shreds. He lapped his tongue all over my incredibly swollen mound. “Cum for me, whore, CUM NOW,” He screamed as suddenly I screamed as well, but this time it was different as his tongue flicked over my clit at speeds I’d never felt before.
“AHHH, AHHH, AHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed out very, very loudly. I began to cum with incredible force, feeling my pussy convulse more than ever before. I couldn’t explain it to myself; but it felt incredibly good at the same time that just moving an inch hurt like more than I can explain in words. I gripped at his hair with both hands, pulling him incredibly hard and tight to me with his mouth over my clit as I came onto his face, spewing and gushing out cum as I continued to moan and scream like crazy.
“Mmm, see how much you love that you nasty cunt?” he said to me as he moved up to lay beside me on the bed as my orgasm began to die down. I really couldn’t believe how I felt. I was so turned on, breathing heavily from my intense climax, yet everything—literally everything—hurt. Pain was pulsing through my whole body like a migraine beats at your skull, yet I was laying there in complete ecstasy at the same time.
He moved his face up to mind and whispered in a deep, husky voice, “See what you did, girl? Clean up after yourself.” I leaned into him and proceeded to lick and kiss my juices off of his face completely. “Good girl,” he continued as he leaned away a couple inches as he reached up and with an open hand briskly slapped my face away. I guess being a good girl wasn’t good enough.
Still laying there motionless except for a little heavy breathing, I looked on as he stood up and started to take his clothes off. He stripped completely naked, and then went back up to the head of the bed. He again took my wrists roughly and handcuffed me in the same position I was before, just face up now. However this time he wasn’t done, as he went down to the foot of the bed and grabbed my ankles, tugging rather roughly, causing my body to scoot down until the handcuffs stopped me. My ass rubbing against the sheets burned like hell. He spread my left leg first to the footboard and cuffed it tightly to the post. He had to pull hard to get my right leg to the opposite post on the footboard as I just laid there whimpering.
He moved up on the bed and began to softly kiss up the inside of my right leg, taking his time as he worked his way up my thigh. Stopping about three inches from my pussy, he jumped over to my left leg and started about the same distance from my already wet cunt and kissed down the leg all the way to my knee. This process took a good five minutes, and he then moved his tongue to just above my pussy, letting his lips lightly touch my skin as ne nibbled softly on my body. My pussy got wetter and wetter by the second and the anticipation grew mightily.
He reached down to the side of the bed momentarily and came up with what looked like a tiny little egg. I instantly knew what it was, as I had one in me before and it could be torturous. It was a very small vibrating egg which you could put in you and it had a little remote control that either you or someone else could control the vibrations with. Somehow I had a feeling I wouldn’t be the one controlling it. My ex-boyfriend had put one in me all day at school one time the year before, it was nearly silent, but having no idea when it would turn on and off could just drive you crazy. The last time it wasn’t very intense at first, and it would have taken a long time to cum just from that, but after a while the anticipation built up and I could hardly stand it.
“Ever seen one of these before?” he asked as he pressed it against my lips, sliding it just an inch or an inch and a half into my pussy.
“Yes Sir,” I replied as I swallowed hard and looked into his deep blue eyes as he knelt over me on the bed.
“It will go off once every half hour for 90 seconds, and whenever else I want it to. I’ll be back in the morning.” He said to me as he turned to leave the room.
“Please…please no….” I whimpered as he had turned it on for just about three seconds as he was walking out of the room. It was way more intense than my last experience with one of these things, and I knew it would be a long night. He wouldn’t hear my desperation as he just walked out of the room and shut the door behind him after turning off the lights. Every half hour for a minute and a half, it wouldn’t be enough to cum, but it would certainly be enough to keep me awake all night and on the edge.
After just laying there tied to the bed for a few minutes, I decided that I should at least try to get some sleep. I closed my eyes, and tried to relax although if I tried to budge an inch pain shot through my body violently. Not that I could move much anyway as my position was nearly completely determined by my hand and ankle cuffs.
I laid there completely naked, my pussy wet, my hair lying sloppily over my shoulders and somewhat on the bed, and already needing to cum just from his little teasing act. I felt the egg turn on for the first time since he left the room, and it startled me just a little. It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds after it turned on when I started to bite my lip and let out a high-pitched moan through that. Sixty seconds--I was dripping wet as the vibrations went through my pussy and I could feel them in my hardening clit. Seventy seconds--the sensations were building dramatically, my pussy soaked and dripping wetness onto the bed below me. Eighty seconds—I could hardly stand it anymore, nearing orgasm and thinking I might actually get there. Maybe he was controlling it and this wasn’t one of the regular ninety second intervals. I moaned louder through pierced lips and arched my back as far as the binding would allow. Eighty-nine seconds—I felt it coming—I wanted to touch and rub my clit so bad as I clearly moaned louder and louder. Ninety seconds—Nothing. It stopped. “Fuuuuhhhckkk,” I whimpered in desperation. I didn’t want to be too loud and have him punish me for waking him up if he was asleep. I struggled to get my right hand free, but there was no chance of that happening as all four of the cuffs were very secure.
I knew it would be like this all night. With a half hour in between each session, there was no way I would climax before morning. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it would be hours of torture before my body would be allowed to orgasm. I was exhausted and I tried desperately to sleep throughout the night, but I never got any further than my eyes getting very heavy and nearly slipping into a state of deep relaxation before the egg turned on again, and the process repeated itself. By the middle of the night it became painful to even think about. I needed to cum badly, but if I cried out I would only make him mad and make the torture worse. Each time it came on I prayed that it would stay on longer, but he must have been fast asleep in the guest bedroom—or wherever he was—because it was always at thirty minute intervals that the vibrator came on.
I had no way of knowing what time it was, but I was starting to get anxious. My body was cramped up from not hardly moving for hours, the pain from my whipping was still pulsing through my body constantly, and my exhaustion started to mess with my mind. Each time the egg turned on, it gave me false hope. The hope that the vibrations meant orgasm surfaced every single time, just to be dashed in a minute and a half time and time again. All I could do was lay there with my pussy drenched, my clit hardened and swollen, and my nipples hard and just begging to be touched. The yearning was unexplainable and the anticipation was too much for my mind to comprehend.
I heard footsteps. Footsteps in the hallway right outside my door, just about three minutes after the egg last shut off. My heart started to pound, and I literally got goosebumps all over my body. My large, pink nipples pointed straight up in the air for attention and my whole body, as exhausted as it was, needed to be satisfied.
Without saying anything, he stepped quietly into my door as just the sight of him made me whimper with desperation, just hoping that he would let me cum, one way or another. He got up on the bed between my legs and parted my pussy with his index finger as my juices absolutely covered it. His finger brushed my clit ever so slightly but it made me scream out sharply as it was so hard, so swollen, and so sensitive.
“Do you want to cum, slut?”
“Yes, p…ppuhleease,” I whimpered with all the desperation I could muster, just begging him.
“No. Put your clothes on we’re going to breakfast”
“SIR PLEASE, I NEEEED TO CUM IT HURRRRRTS”
“I said no, girl.” He calmly responded, tossing my tank top and skirt on top of me.
I couldn’t control my words and another “PLEEEEASE” escaped my mouth, yelling at him as my body shook from anticipation.
Now standing beside the bed, he slapped his hand down hard on my left breast and squeezed and twisted my erect nipple hard. “GET UP,” he simply said to me as pain erupted through my upper body.
I knew I couldn’t disobey. I thought for a short moment about saying what I needed to get myself out of the situation completely, but I knew I would look back on this as one of the most erotic experiences of my life, and I managed to restrain myself. I stood up, with my juices dripping down both of my thighs, and put the skirt and tank top back on. You could easily see my hard nipples poking far into the tank top.
We got into the car and just when I had begun to forget about the egg in my pussy, he turned it on once more. I looked over at him from the passenger seat and my eyes begged as my body again started to shake. I gripped onto the side of the door as I felt my orgasm coming on again. He looked over to watch me intently, and I pressed my back up against the back of the chair firmly. He could tell I was close, and it stopped, as I had expected.
“FUCK,” I burst out violently as I couldn’t even think straight at this point. He had total control of me and it was more intense than I ever could have fathomed.
He knew what he was doing to me and he loved every second of it. He apparently expected me to get like this, and just smirked as I looked over at him with a very pissed off look. At least he couldn’t whip me in the car.
When we sat down at Perkins he ordered for both of us. Naturally, every guy in the restaurant between the ages of 13 and 93 had his eyes locked on me as I looked ridiculously whorish. He ordered scrambled eggs and bacon for himself, and pancakes for me. The food came and he began to eat as I poured maple syrup all over my pancakes, just how I liked it. I picked up my fork and started to take my first bite.
“No silverware. I told you, you’re a pig, eat like one.”
“But…Sir!?!?”
His only response was a five second burst from the egg in my cunt. It was all he needed, and I nodded. He controlled my orgasm and I would do anything I had to in order to be allowed to have one.
I first took a sip of my coffee and then stared at my pancakes covered in maple syrup for a few seconds. I looked over to Doug, and then leaned down, using only my mouth to get a bite of the pancakes. This was not going to be easy, and it would certainly be very messy. From that very first careful bite there was already syrup stuck to the sides of my mouth and the tip of my nose.
Laughs and chuckles came from all over the restaurant, and even our teenage waiter couldn’t hold his composure when he came back over to ask if we needed anything. He said that we didn’t, but the next time he came back to bring us our check he stated that he was sorry but we would have to leave promptly as one of the tables with young children had complained about the way I was dressed.
I had gotten about half of my pancakes eaten, and my face looked utterly ridiculous. I walked funny as he turned the egg on again on our way to the car, promptly turning it off as we got in. I thought we were going home from there, but I was wrong. We were headed to the gym for him to workout, and for him to humiliate me even more.
We walked together into the gym and he went straight to the treadmill to jog a little. He instructed me to kneel beside him, and I did so, looking up at him, but also looking around the gym. After he had jogged for just about ten minutes or so, just enough to begin to work up a sweat, he stepped off the treadmill.
“Follow me,” he said.
I walked just a step or two behind him as he walked into the men’s locker room. Of course, I wasn’t supposed to be there but I quickly learned not to argue. He took me to the last row of lockers right before the bathroom started, and pointed to the corner. I knew he wanted me to kneel there, and I did. He pulled out a bright red Sharpie after he pulled my hair back into a ponytail. “CUMSLUT” he wrote on my forehead, telling me what he wrote although I knew just from the feeling. He posted another sign above my head, although I didn’t know what it said, but it instructed people that they could either jack off on me or make me give them a blowjob, and deposit their cum wherever they wanted.
He walked away, and over the course of the next three hours or so (with him turning my egg on periodically, sill never for long enough to cum) I gave seven blowjobs, three of which came in my mouth and I swallowed, the other four cumming all over my face and hair. Many other guys, 14 at my best count, jacked off onto me, most cumming on my forehead some going to my hair and some to my face, although three or four came onto my tits. Of course, none of this was cleaned up and I had cum endlessly dripping slowly from my cheeks and chin, down my chest (making my tank top nearly see-though), and down my stomach. The periodic vibrations in my pussy kept my clit and nipples hard, and I thought about masturbating because it was to the point where I couldn’t stand it. I kept my composure, and resisted.
I was more than happy to see him when he walked through the door to the locker room again. He walked right over to me and extended his hand to help me up. I was very sore from being in the same position the last three hours, but was forced to walk at a quick pace to keep up with him as we exited the building. I think a lot of the guys in the locker room were sad to see me go, which gave me a little chuckle. To my estimation it had been at least an hour since the egg had been turned on, but my pussy was still soaked, with wetness dripping down my thighs.
We got into the car and he immediately turned the egg back on. I again pressed my back into the leather car seat, feeling the intensity quickly pulse through my body once more. I got closer. Closer. Closer.
“Do NOT cum, girl,” he said sternly to me.
I didn’t think I could hold back. I lifted my body off the seat, gripping at the sides of my seat trying to think of something else. I was so close, and—STOP. The egg turned off and I still propped myself up off of the seat, breathing hard, surprised that I hadn’t came, actually. I slowly settled back down in the seat as we made the ten minute trip back to his house.
We got out of the car and made the short stroll up the sidewalk and into his house. He pushed me through the door and I fell hard to the carpeted floor of the living room, only able to brace myself slightly. He reached into me with his middle finger and pulled out the vibrating egg, after forcefully pulling my skirt off. His nails dug into my skin as he pulled the tank top, still wet from everyone’s cum, up over my head quickly, hitting my face as he did.
He promptly stripped off his clothes, nearly jumping down on my body after he did so, slapping his nearly erect cock on my legs. He grabbed my hips and knelt over on top of me, one knee on either side of me. His cock hovered over my pussy for just a brief second before he thrust into me, pulling my hips up forcefully to meet him as his shaft plunged into my cunt. His grip was firm on my hips as he controlled my body, pulling me up into him and fucking me harder as he did so. He pulled me on and off of him, and it felt so good, I felt an orgasm coming on almost instantly.
His grunts mixed with my moans as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my skin with each thrust. I couldn’t hold on much longer, and neither could he. We climaxed simultaneously as he continued to impale me with his cock. I arched my back as far as I could, making his cock drive even further into me as I gushed juices all over his cock and his hot cum belted into my pussy. The feeling was different from any other orgasm I’d ever had, as I had been teased—no, tortured—for so long. It was a release that I felt I had worked for, and truly deserved.
“Wow,” he said as he collapsed onto my body with his cock still in me, then pulling it out went to lie down beside me on the white carpeted floor. We were both breathing hard and I was truly exhausted, as he turned to me and said, “You were amazing baby, I can’t believe you did that for me.”
My chest still heaving from my intense climax, I responded simply, “Neither can I.”
He wrapped his arm around me and stroked my hair, and I knew the last 20 or 22 torturous hours were over. I knew Doug and I had definitely taken our relationship to another level, although at the time I wasn’t sure just quite what that was. What I did know, however, was that this day would not be soon forgotten. The feeling of true, pure submission was more intense than I could have imagined, and while certainly not for me, I was happy for the experience.
I debated whether or not I should go through with it, but decided that we were close enough that if he was disgusted by what I did we could both just brush it off and move on with our lives, and our friendship wouldn’t suffer for it. I was still nervous, however, as my finger hovered over the send button of the e-mail. No. Not yet. I wanted to read it one more time.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOUG,
I WANT THIS TO BE THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. I’LL BE AT YOUR HOUSE AT SEVEN O’CLOCK THIS EVENING, UNLESS YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE. I’LL ENTER YOUR DUNGEON WITH NO MEANS OF ESCAPE FOR 24 HOURS. YOU CONTROL ME. I WANT TO FULFILL ALL YOUR FANTASIES, DOUG--DON’T HOLD ANYTHING BACK. I WANT TO BE YOUR SLAVE FOR 24 HOURS, ONLY YOU CAN DETERMINE FULLY WHAT YOU WANT THAT TO MEAN.
YOUR SLAVE UNTIL 7:00PM TOMORROW EVENING,
KATIE
Yep, that was about the extent of it. I hit send at 8:52am. I thought I made it just about as clear as I could in a little short but sweet (devilish?) note. I wanted him to know that this night was all his and that I wanted him to completely dominate me in every way possible. I didn’t want to give him step-by-step instructions though, so I just left it up to his imagination. The shortness was just intended to make him think, and think about it all day at work. I had done something like this before with a friend, but it had been a while and I knew the experience would be completely different. Having someone I’ve never had sexual relations with dominate me somehow extremely turned me on, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me.
The only communication between us the rest of the day was one exchange of text messages around noon. “Wow Katie, you’re amazing….But you better be ready you slut.” “Yes Sir”, was my only response, and from there we went on with our days. God, I couldn’t wait. The degradation, the serving, the just plain making a guy happy all turned me on immensely in these situations. Now, this wasn’t something I’d want everyday that’s for sure, but once in a while I desperately urged for it. I got closer and closer to that point throughout the day.
I was way past that point when I rang his doorbell at exactly 7:00 that evening. I stood there with my heart nearly pounding out of my chest waiting for him to open the door, wearing a very low cut black top with a tight leather mini skirt, nothing underneath either of them, my golden blonde hair down over my shoulder. Five seconds passed, still nothing. Nearly ten seconds, and just as I was wondering where he was, he opened the door. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion until he opened the door wide and just took a fistful of my hair and literally threw me in the door. I braced myself and barely made myself miss hitting a chair with my neck, utterly stunned by what just happened. I guess I didn’t have to worry about him being too gentle.
He kicked somewhat forcefully at my thigh, but of course not hard enough to hurt me badly, which pressed my back up against the chair that I had nearly crashed into. He was just wearing boxers, and I could already see an outline of his cock in them, semi-erect. “Stand up you stupid cunt.” He said with total confidence, as he proceeded to spit in my face as I began to stand up. “FASTER!” He nearly screamed, just inches from my face. ‘Holy shit’ I just thought to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into, as I had never been treated like anything close to this, yet on some level loving every second of it.
I had nothing to say. Well, actually I had a lot to say but I couldn’t form the words to get it out, as I stood up just inches from him. “How dare you show up at my door with clothes on, you stupid pig” He said, like I somehow should have driven over and stripped at his door before I came in.
“I…I’m sorry Sir”, was all I could think to say as I barely even got that out, stuttering as I said it. Before I could even get it out, his hands and nails were scraping at my body, tearing what I was wearing with no regard for it or for my body, as he tore my top down the middle, then proceeding to throw it to the floor. He eyed my skirt and my long legs below it for just a couple seconds before he pulled that down just a little less violently, but tripping me as he got it to my ankles and just tugged on it as if it could somehow slide right through my legs.
I awkwardly fell to the floor, breaking my fall with my arms as he halfway flipped me over trying to get the skirt off of my legs. I could tell I was in for a long night, and I was wondering if I could even handle whatever it was he had planned. Propping myself back up, and then going on to re-assume my standing position where I was before I fell, looking at him with a look of utter surprise on my face. Before I hardly even looked at him the wrong way, he slapped me across the face, and while I’m sure he could have hit harder, it felt like about the hardest I’d ever been hit like that.
The sharp stinging feeling remained on my cheeks as he again grabbed some of my hair and pulled me close to him, whispering in my ear, “You said you could handle it you fucking cunt, now you can back out now or you can choose to go through the worst 24 hours of your life.” He talked calmly even as he degraded me at the same time. I told him I would do it and I wasn’t about to back out now, although I admit the choice to get out was very tempting considering the last ten minutes I’m sure were just a preview of what was to come.
“I…I’m alright Sir”, was my simple response. With that little phrase I practically handed my life over to him for the next twenty-four hours, and that was at the same time a very scary yet arousing thought. It wasn’t five seconds after I said that that I was pushed forcefully to the floor, naked, and flat on my face.
“Stay there, whore”, He said firmly to me as he walked away for just a few seconds, going back into his room. He came back with a shopping bag full of sex toys, although I couldn’t tell anything that was in it until he took it out. At the time, he pulled out a string of anal beads, pressing the first to my tight asshole as he gripped one of my ass cheeks and very roughly pulled it away from the other. They were much larger than I had expected as the first one popped into my asshole with no lube whatsoever. I let out a little shriek as it did, but I was already starting to get very turned on by this. Two, three, then four of the large beads were shoved into my asshole just seconds apart from one another.
“Clench” was his only instruction, and I proceeded to clinch my ass cheeks tightly at his command, as I figured if I didn’t obey I would be severely punished, just drawing that conclusion based on what had already happened to me being perfectly obedient. He tugged slightly at the string of beads a second after I clenched my cheeks tightly together, and then waited a few seconds, seemingly inspecting my asshole. Then he pulled hard, pulling all of the beads rapidly out of me.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUCK” I screamed so loud as I really hadn’t expected that. With no lube, it killed as the round beads raced out of my asshole. Before I could even start to collect my thoughts though, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK came a split leather whip right in the same spot three times over, cutting into my ass cheeks. I guess my assumption that we might actually eat a nice dinner together before the action started went down the drain within the first five seconds, along with my assumption that he would have a hard time being forceful with me as we had never had sex before—only talked somewhat about our sexual likes and dislikes.
All I could do was whimper, “Puhh…Puhlllease…please…” was all that escaped my mouth as I lay there weakly on the floor. I could actually feel tears welling up in my eyes as the pain from the whipping just pulsed through my body. He pulled me up by the hair a little to see my face, then dropping me back down to the floor and my face crashed somewhat harshly down onto the carpeted floor of his living room. Almost simultaneously as my head hit the floor, CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK. Then a five second break, then, CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK….CRACK. All the strikes coming evenly separated, yet less than a second apart from each other. It was more physical pain that I had ever felt in my life—whether it was sports, sex, anything—I had never felt anything that would compare to this. My deep red ass cheeks burned like hell and the only thing I could do was whimper and cry, as I breathed hard and tears streamed from my eyes down my nose and to the floor.
He was getting really aroused by this, and I couldn’t see as my face was buried in the carpet which was now burning my face as I rubbed my tears against it to get them off me, but he was removing his boxers and stroking his cock lightly getting ready for me. With the pulsing pain still throbbing throughout my body, he pulled me up at the hips almost into the doggy style position for him, and spread my ass cheeks wide, putting the tip of his cock on my asshole. I could feel that there was a little lube on his cock, thank God, as he quickly pushed forward and popped the head of his cock into me. Tears were still streaming down my face from the earlier pain, and the pain of the moment. His cock entering me so forcefully now thrusting down into my asshole caused a little pain, but it couldn’t come close to comparing to the pain from his palms gripping and pulling apart my burning ass cheeks.
He now started to slap at my left ass cheek with his hand as his cock impaled into me now, starting to thrust in and out, fucking me relentlessly. I sniffled a couple times as the pain just kept increasing, not stopping for anything. It felt like going to the dentist and having them fill a cavity, but after it was filled, continuing to drill into your tooth, just grinding away as if the dentist had some sadistic agenda to complete. SLAP, SLAP—His hand came down on me harder and harder as he fucked me faster and faster, groaning and grunting hard and going at my asshole like a crazed animal. Although it hurt like a bitch, the fulfilling feeling I got from knowing he loved it, and the degradation on top of it, just turned me on in some unexplainable way. I could easily feel wetness covering my clit and my pussy, even as tears covered my face.
He suddenly pulled out of my asshole, moving around in front of me and forcing me awkwardly to kneel in front of him as he stood in front of me. I opened my mouth instinctively as he shoved his cock at it regardless, and my eyes widened right away as he pushed his whole cock into my mouth and down my throat with no warming whatsoever. I instantly gagged, making me lurch even further down onto him, his balls pressed against my lips. It didn’t say there long though, as he went on to relentlessly fuck my throat, pre-cum forming on his cock. I gagged continually and my face turned red as I still felt the pain all throughout my body from the earlier whipping.
Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my hand, moving it to his shaft and I gripped it firmly, stroking his cock quickly in front of my face, positioning myself for a facial. He had other ideas though, as he pushed my head down just as he started to cum, shooting load after load of sticky cum into my hair. He sure made sure to make it messy, shooting all over my hair letting it drip down further and looking, admiring his work as his cum was clearly visible all throughout my hair from behind.
He went on to pull my head back up to where it was before, still kneeling in front of him as he slapped his still near fully erect cock my cheeks a couple times, sending a couple little thin streaks of cum that were still there up onto my face. He then put his cock on my lips, and I knew what to do as I licked off every last drop of cum, closing my lips on his shaft but mostly just lapping my tongue at it to get every drop clean, swallowing the leftover cum eagerly like I was supposed to.
“Get some clothes on, slut,” he told me in his normal voice as he went briefly into his room to change. Of course, my shirt was completely ripped, so I just put the skirt back on after retrieving it from halfway across the room. I was curious as to why he wanted me dressed, but I didn’t dare ask questions. Apparently he had anticipated my top being completely in ruins, as he came out of his bedroom throwing me a plain white tank top. As I put it on, I found it to be a good two to three sizes too small. I was really beginning to worry about what he had in store for me, as he came out wearing a golf shirt and jeans.
He didn’t say anything as he walked to the door, only motioned with his finger for me to follow him out to his car. I was scared. I had never seen him act like anything close to this, or even talk about it for that matter. He had always been so gentle with me. I guess tonight would relieve any pent-up sexual tension between us, that was for sure.
“Where….Where are we going?” I asked, stuttering nervously.
“Just a little shopping trip.” He replied calmly, although my heart was beating about a thousand times a minute.
It was about 8:30 according to the clock on the dashboard as we pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot. We both got out and walked together as a couple in the front door. I looked like a total slut, that’s all there was to it, my tank top showing about four inches of my belly and the skirt barely covering my ass, not to mention the strands of drying cum still plastered throughout my hair. I could only pray that I didn’t see anyone I knew.
The store wasn’t too crowded, but we still got dozens after dozens of prolonged stares. There really didn’t seem to be any purpose in us being there, other than for him to parade me around as his little trophy girl. Normally I wouldn’t have minded the attention, but I was really nervous we would run across someone from school or something that would go on to spread the word like wildfire. He kept his arm around my shoulders the whole time, holding me close to him. We engaged in some light conversation during our fifteen or so minutes in the store. The only thing he picked up was a pack of gum, and we proceeded to the check-out line to pay for it.
It seemed like he purposefully picked the longest line, savoring the moment and all the admiration for as long as possible. His hand slid through my hair as someone came up behind us in like. He got a little leftover cum on his right index finger and put it to my lips, feeding it to me. I licked it off of his finger with a smile as the guy behind us—probably in his late 40’s—looked on with wide eyes.
“Quite a little girl I have here, huh?” Doug said proudly to the man behind us.
“She’s something alright,” he replied, not wanting to be rude although neither of them seemed to have any problem taking in every inch of my body with their eyes.
I just stood there completely humiliated as they both took my body in, forcing a smile. We went on to pay the cashier the whole $0.79 for the gum, and casually walked back out to his car. I let out a sigh of relief as we began to drive away as I didn’t think I recognized anyone in the store.
As we started to drive, his right hand moved from softly stroking my hair to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them as I looked on. “You know what to do, girl.” He said as I repositioned myself in the passenger seat, and moved my hand to his boxers, pulling them down as much as I easily and quickly could. He didn’t have to force me to lean over awkwardly and immediately wrap my lips around his shaft, flicking my tongue at it as it quickly became fully erect once again. I opened and closed my lips around him as the saliva built up quickly in my mouth, dripping down his cock and to the seat of the car.
I pressed my right hand on his thigh for support, and my arm was positioned so that I would be able to be more aggressive and not hit the steering wheel. It certainly wasn’t comfortable, but I scooted up in my seat to try to make it more so, not working out too well though as I moved my lips up and down on the first half or so or his shaft, soaking his cock in my saliva.
Just when I was starting to get a little more comfortable, I felt a tug at my hair. He held my hair right near my scalp, jerking my head first a little bit upwards, then down hard onto his cock, instantly gagging me as he pressed down as far as he could and held my head there, his entire shaft filling my throat. I was beginning to get short of breath, gripping his thigh very tightly as he drove. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, after a good twenty seconds of his whole shaft shoved into my throat, he let up and started pulling up and down on my hair, making my lips slide up and down rapidly on his cock as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He began to moan as he pulled harder and harder on my hair, the vibrations and sounds of my gagging turning him on even more.
With a loud grunt he very forcefully pulled my head up and then absolutely slammed it down on his entire shaft, sending his first stream of cum deep into my throat. I swallowed as best I could, but with his cock still engulfing me it just made me gag harder, trying to cough but that wasn’t about to happen as my face got redder and redder. Streams of cum still shot into my throat one right after the other as I felt the car swerve just a little bit. “Mmm good job you nasty little cunt,” he said to me as he removed his hand from my hair and returned it to the steering wheel.
“T…thank you Sir,” I managed to get out through my shortened breath as I returned to sit up in the seat, stretching myself out a little bit, thinking that I had five minutes or so to relax before we got home. I was wrong, of course, as he pulled out a massively thick eleven inch dildo and handed it over to me just seconds later. I looked over at him as I took it in my right hand, shocked.
“Your ass, now,” he instructed me. Of course I obeyed him, but I was scared as fuck as I’d never taken anything this big in my ass before and I knew it would hurt like hell. I lifted myself up out of the seat so I could get the dildo under my skirt. Being so short, there was no need to take my skirt off to get the dildo in whatsoever. I grimaced as I pressed the dildo to my ass, having to bounce up and down on the dry dildo just to get the head to pop into my asshole. My entire weight on the dildo didn’t move it down more than a couple inches into me, and I looked over at Doug. He proceeded to put his knee to the steering wheel, and put one hand on each of my shoulder quickly, absolutely shoving my body down onto the dildo. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I absolutely screamed as the entire length of it impaled into my asshole. I gulped hard and I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes again, but so far I was able to hold them back, although the look on my face said enough.
I just sat there helpless, knowing that it would hurt even more if I tried to move at all, although I couldn’t comprehend that it could possibly hurt more than this. I felt as if my asshole had just been ripped apart completely as if two metal rods were shoved in and two giants were pulling in opposite directions on them. Nearly in tears, I just looked straight ahead not wanting to look at Doug as if I did I would probably get mad at him or something, and I knew the punishment would be more than I could even imagine if I did something like that.
I remained like that, just trying to bear the pain as we pulled back into his driveway. I didn’t move as he got out of the car, and he came around to my side of the car, opening the door and telling me to get out and crawl. As he said so, he moved his hand to the end of the dildo in my ass, holding it tightly as I carefully got down on my hands and knees on the cement driveway and began very slowly crawling towards his front door.
“FASTER!” He screamed at me as I was barely moving. I didn’t think I could go any faster, but I tried. “MOVE you stupid pig-brained whore,” he went on as I struggled to keep up with him as he pushed me forward with the whole length of the eleven inch dildo still rammed up my asshole. It seemed to hurt exponentially more with every move I made. The pain shot through me; it felt like a knife was tearing into me.
I couldn’t take it. I collapsed flat on the cement and started sobbing. He knew I was hurting, but didn’t care whatsoever as this was his night, I was his piece of flesh to use and abuse, and that’s exactly what he was doing. I wanted to move faster, I wanted so badly to please him as he knelt down beside me and with an open palm slapped my already incredibly sore ass cheeks twice in succession. “I know it hurts,” he said, “but I don’t give a fuck and you’re going to do what I say tonight whether you like it or not, bitch. Now I’m going to take this dildo out of you, and you’re going to go inside, and make me some dinner. I’m going to my room to make a phone call that I need to do for work, I’ll be back in a half hour, and I expect dinner on the table by then.”
Saying that, he went on to pull the dildo out of my ass fiercely, and then proceeded to walk in the house leaving me laying there on the cement. I was completely stunned, and all I knew is that I had to force myself to get inside and make some food for him. I started to get up, thinking I would be alright as I got to my feet, but with the first step I seemingly had no control of my legs and I crashed hard back down onto the cement, scraping my right knee badly. It was bleeding, but there was nothing I could do about that as I managed to crawl on it, whimpering as I did, to the front door and I finally got into the house about ten minutes after Doug had went in. He wasn’t in the kitchen as said, he must have really went to his room to make a phone call. I had to find something to make him quickly.
Managing to get back up on my feet and limp around severely as the pain still was more than anything I’d felt in my life, I found some chicken in the fridge, and quickly warmed it up, and ended up making a chicken caesar salad. It looked alright, considering I could barely move to get it ready, and I set it on the table along with a glass of Merlot just as I heard his footsteps in the hallway coming towards the dining room. I had made some for me too, but I set it on the counter in the kitchen to eat it later, or to see if he wanted me to eat with him. I just knew that I couldn’t upset him, because if he punished me I thought I might actually have to use our ‘safe-word’ which we had established in our little conversation at Wal-Mart. We decided it would be ‘pineapple’. I was glad we set that up, but I was going to try my hardest not to say it.
He came into the dining room and took his seat at the table. “Kneel,” he said to me as he sat down, and I went on to kneel right beside him, looking up at him every so often to see if he needed anything. I was relieved I had nothing stuffed in me at the moment, although I was hungry and he didn’t ask me to eat with him. He seemed to be alright with what I made him, but neither of us said anything about the food or the presentation, which I was perfectly fine with, as I assumed it meant it was alright. I chuckled a little inside just for a second as he sat his plate down in front of me as he started to get up from the table. I was just glad I would get to eat something, as my stomach was already starting to growl a little bit. He looked down at me using my fingers to eat the salad as I didn’t have any silverware, and I figured he was going to get me some. My thoughts that he might actually do something for me were quickly dashed though when he came back with handcuffs as opposed to silverware.
“You’re a fucking pig, Katie, pigs don’t eat with their hands they eat with their mouths,” he said as he took my hands and tied them behind my back. I scooted back on my knees and my torso fell down to the floor with my face nearly on top of the plate. I didn’t even really want to attempt to eat like this, but I didn’t dare refuse something he gave me. I could barely even get my mouth on the food, but he held my head up by pulling on my hair so I could actually eat it. It hurt, but I was hungry and appreciative of what he was doing. It had to look more than ridiculous as I felt like the most degraded person in the whole world; eating like a fucking pig from a plate on the hardwood dining room floor.
It tasted alright, but it was kind of dry, and I didn’t really think before I asked, “May I have some more dressing please, Sir, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble Sir.” I immediately thought I shouldn’t have asked it, but it just came out as soon as the thought popped into my mind. To my surprise, however, he dropped my face to the floor just in front of the plate and went back into the kitchen, coming back in with a bottle of caesar dressing.
“Tell me when,” he said as he started pouring dressing on the salad.
“That’s good, that’s good,” I quickly said as he was dumping almost half the bottle onto the salad.
He went on to nearly empty the bottle on the plate as I just stared at my plate of what was now just basically all dressing. Obviously he didn’t expect me to eat that, did he? Well, at least I had something to eat and it wasn’t too bad. He quickly answered my question though, as he pulled my hair back up forcing my head just about two inches from the pile of dressing. He then went on to let go of my hair, utterly surprising me as my face fell flat into the caesar dressing, absolutely covering it. He went on to completely smear my face all over it, making me look even more ridiculous.
“Go look at yourself in the mirror,” he said as he released my hands from the handcuffs and I stretched them behind my head in relief. Still, I could barely walk, but I got up and limped into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror like he commanded. I could hardly even see as the dressing coated even my eyes, but I could still easily tell I looked like the stupidest thing on the face of the planet. Thankfully, he took a washcloth to my face and wiped all of the dressing off; the dried cum was still all throughout my hair, though.
“Ready for the real fun to start, girl,” he said to me looking directly into my eyes. I could hardly hold my gaze to him but looked at him in disbelief. ‘What could be worse than what I just went through,’ I thought to myself, although that thought certainly wasn’t about to leave my mind.
I gulped, then said, “Ye…yes Sir,” and although my look said otherwise, all he needed was my verbal permission. Well, he didn’t even need that, as I had clearly found out earlier in the night.
We went down the hall to his bedroom, where I sat down on the edge of the bed. He picked me up at the sides and literally threw me up to the head of the bed and pushed me back so I was laying flat. I was just lucky my head didn’t crash onto the headboard. He flipped me over and took my right arm and tied it very tightly with rope to the right arm of the headboard, doing the same with my left arm to the opposite side of the bed. My wrists were tied high up on the headboard, making them a good foot and a half to two feet above my head, as the rest of my body was left alone for the time being. I was face down, my face lying right on the bed sheets, no pillow there at the moment.
“I think my girl needs a good hard beating, doesn’t she?” he rhetorically asked me as I couldn’t see him but he got out the same whip he used earlier on me. This was so much more than I had ever anticipated, as I honestly didn’t think I could go through another whipping, and what exactly did ‘good hard beating’ mean anyway. If my previous whipping wasn’t considered hard by his standards, then I couldn’t handle it, that’s all there was to it. “Beg for it, beg for the pain, bitch,” he continued. I opened my mouth but only sobs came out.
“I said beg for it—NOW!” he went on.
“P…Please beat me Sir, please.” I couldn’t even believe the words were coming out of my mouth.
“I said beg you whore, BEG!”
I laid there motionless as I whimpered out just above a whisper, “Please Sir, please whip me, please beat me Sir, please I’m begging you.” Just as I finished CRACK—the whip crashing down on my ass. I opened my mouth to scream but hardly anything came out as I then bit down hard, crumpling some of the sheets up in my mouth to muffle my cries. Twice more--CRACK, CRACK—right on the same spot as I whimpered more through the incredible pain that I couldn’t believe I chose to put myself through.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
“Ahhhmmmppppphhh pleeeease, pleeeease,” I whimpered as I began to sob onto the sheets. I just couldn’t take much more.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo, holy fuck, pleeeease pleeeease stoppp,” I begged as I tried to raise my voice to get through the sheets, but it barely even came out as I felt my body getting weaker and weaker literally with every strike of the whip.
SMACK--came the open palm of his hand down on my ass. SMACK—one more time even harder just before he walked up to the head of the bed and began to un-cuff my hands. “Turn over so I can see that slutty face,” he ordered me immediately after I was free. As I got myself turned over, just my ass barely making contact with the bed sheets made my whole body feel like it was on fire.
His hand moved down to my clit, pinching it first with his fingers, then with his nails roughly. Hurt. Pain. Torture. Those were just about the only words that came to mind to describe what I was going through. The feeling of him treating my clit so roughly was incredible. It was also incredibly painful.
“Has this little clit ever been tortured like it’s going to be tonight,” he questioned.
“No, no Sir please, no PLEASE,” I begged as I looked into his eyes and my look said it all, it said I was hurting, it said I needed this to stop, and it said I had had about all I thought I could stand. My eyes wandered to the whip in his hands as I literally shivered with fear from just looking at it.
He reached down to run a finger over my pussy just once, putting it to my lips to lick the juices off. I was so wet, but I hadn’t even thought about being turned on since we got him, it was just too incredibly painful. The feeling of him returning to my clit and again pinching it roughly between his thumb and index finger was just so confusing to my body.
Quickly, he raised the whip up and—CRACK—it came down right onto my clit with all the force he could muster.
“FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK,” I screamed incredibly loudly as that just went way above and beyond any of the pain I had felt even so far that night.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, three times—the first two perfectly on either side of my clit and the last one another direct hit. He was too good with this whip.
“NOOO SSSHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I just belted out with all my force as it felt like 100 bees were simultaneously stinging my clit over and over again. I couldn’t escape the feeling, I wanted to say the word but I couldn’t give up now, I had come so far.
He put the whip down and got on the bed between my legs, going right to my clit and lightly biting it. Well, it was light to him—to me it seemed like a fucking steak knife was ripping it to shreds. He lapped his tongue all over my incredibly swollen mound. “Cum for me, whore, CUM NOW,” He screamed as suddenly I screamed as well, but this time it was different as his tongue flicked over my clit at speeds I’d never felt before.
“AHHH, AHHH, AHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed out very, very loudly. I began to cum with incredible force, feeling my pussy convulse more than ever before. I couldn’t explain it to myself; but it felt incredibly good at the same time that just moving an inch hurt like more than I can explain in words. I gripped at his hair with both hands, pulling him incredibly hard and tight to me with his mouth over my clit as I came onto his face, spewing and gushing out cum as I continued to moan and scream like crazy.
“Mmm, see how much you love that you nasty cunt?” he said to me as he moved up to lay beside me on the bed as my orgasm began to die down. I really couldn’t believe how I felt. I was so turned on, breathing heavily from my intense climax, yet everything—literally everything—hurt. Pain was pulsing through my whole body like a migraine beats at your skull, yet I was laying there in complete ecstasy at the same time.
He moved his face up to mind and whispered in a deep, husky voice, “See what you did, girl? Clean up after yourself.” I leaned into him and proceeded to lick and kiss my juices off of his face completely. “Good girl,” he continued as he leaned away a couple inches as he reached up and with an open hand briskly slapped my face away. I guess being a good girl wasn’t good enough.
Still laying there motionless except for a little heavy breathing, I looked on as he stood up and started to take his clothes off. He stripped completely naked, and then went back up to the head of the bed. He again took my wrists roughly and handcuffed me in the same position I was before, just face up now. However this time he wasn’t done, as he went down to the foot of the bed and grabbed my ankles, tugging rather roughly, causing my body to scoot down until the handcuffs stopped me. My ass rubbing against the sheets burned like hell. He spread my left leg first to the footboard and cuffed it tightly to the post. He had to pull hard to get my right leg to the opposite post on the footboard as I just laid there whimpering.
He moved up on the bed and began to softly kiss up the inside of my right leg, taking his time as he worked his way up my thigh. Stopping about three inches from my pussy, he jumped over to my left leg and started about the same distance from my already wet cunt and kissed down the leg all the way to my knee. This process took a good five minutes, and he then moved his tongue to just above my pussy, letting his lips lightly touch my skin as ne nibbled softly on my body. My pussy got wetter and wetter by the second and the anticipation grew mightily.
He reached down to the side of the bed momentarily and came up with what looked like a tiny little egg. I instantly knew what it was, as I had one in me before and it could be torturous. It was a very small vibrating egg which you could put in you and it had a little remote control that either you or someone else could control the vibrations with. Somehow I had a feeling I wouldn’t be the one controlling it. My ex-boyfriend had put one in me all day at school one time the year before, it was nearly silent, but having no idea when it would turn on and off could just drive you crazy. The last time it wasn’t very intense at first, and it would have taken a long time to cum just from that, but after a while the anticipation built up and I could hardly stand it.
“Ever seen one of these before?” he asked as he pressed it against my lips, sliding it just an inch or an inch and a half into my pussy.
“Yes Sir,” I replied as I swallowed hard and looked into his deep blue eyes as he knelt over me on the bed.
“It will go off once every half hour for 90 seconds, and whenever else I want it to. I’ll be back in the morning.” He said to me as he turned to leave the room.
“Please…please no….” I whimpered as he had turned it on for just about three seconds as he was walking out of the room. It was way more intense than my last experience with one of these things, and I knew it would be a long night. He wouldn’t hear my desperation as he just walked out of the room and shut the door behind him after turning off the lights. Every half hour for a minute and a half, it wouldn’t be enough to cum, but it would certainly be enough to keep me awake all night and on the edge.
After just laying there tied to the bed for a few minutes, I decided that I should at least try to get some sleep. I closed my eyes, and tried to relax although if I tried to budge an inch pain shot through my body violently. Not that I could move much anyway as my position was nearly completely determined by my hand and ankle cuffs.
I laid there completely naked, my pussy wet, my hair lying sloppily over my shoulders and somewhat on the bed, and already needing to cum just from his little teasing act. I felt the egg turn on for the first time since he left the room, and it startled me just a little. It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds after it turned on when I started to bite my lip and let out a high-pitched moan through that. Sixty seconds--I was dripping wet as the vibrations went through my pussy and I could feel them in my hardening clit. Seventy seconds--the sensations were building dramatically, my pussy soaked and dripping wetness onto the bed below me. Eighty seconds—I could hardly stand it anymore, nearing orgasm and thinking I might actually get there. Maybe he was controlling it and this wasn’t one of the regular ninety second intervals. I moaned louder through pierced lips and arched my back as far as the binding would allow. Eighty-nine seconds—I felt it coming—I wanted to touch and rub my clit so bad as I clearly moaned louder and louder. Ninety seconds—Nothing. It stopped. “Fuuuuhhhckkk,” I whimpered in desperation. I didn’t want to be too loud and have him punish me for waking him up if he was asleep. I struggled to get my right hand free, but there was no chance of that happening as all four of the cuffs were very secure.
I knew it would be like this all night. With a half hour in between each session, there was no way I would climax before morning. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it would be hours of torture before my body would be allowed to orgasm. I was exhausted and I tried desperately to sleep throughout the night, but I never got any further than my eyes getting very heavy and nearly slipping into a state of deep relaxation before the egg turned on again, and the process repeated itself. By the middle of the night it became painful to even think about. I needed to cum badly, but if I cried out I would only make him mad and make the torture worse. Each time it came on I prayed that it would stay on longer, but he must have been fast asleep in the guest bedroom—or wherever he was—because it was always at thirty minute intervals that the vibrator came on.
I had no way of knowing what time it was, but I was starting to get anxious. My body was cramped up from not hardly moving for hours, the pain from my whipping was still pulsing through my body constantly, and my exhaustion started to mess with my mind. Each time the egg turned on, it gave me false hope. The hope that the vibrations meant orgasm surfaced every single time, just to be dashed in a minute and a half time and time again. All I could do was lay there with my pussy drenched, my clit hardened and swollen, and my nipples hard and just begging to be touched. The yearning was unexplainable and the anticipation was too much for my mind to comprehend.
I heard footsteps. Footsteps in the hallway right outside my door, just about three minutes after the egg last shut off. My heart started to pound, and I literally got goosebumps all over my body. My large, pink nipples pointed straight up in the air for attention and my whole body, as exhausted as it was, needed to be satisfied.
Without saying anything, he stepped quietly into my door as just the sight of him made me whimper with desperation, just hoping that he would let me cum, one way or another. He got up on the bed between my legs and parted my pussy with his index finger as my juices absolutely covered it. His finger brushed my clit ever so slightly but it made me scream out sharply as it was so hard, so swollen, and so sensitive.
“Do you want to cum, slut?”
“Yes, p…ppuhleease,” I whimpered with all the desperation I could muster, just begging him.
“No. Put your clothes on we’re going to breakfast”
“SIR PLEASE, I NEEEED TO CUM IT HURRRRRTS”
“I said no, girl.” He calmly responded, tossing my tank top and skirt on top of me.
I couldn’t control my words and another “PLEEEEASE” escaped my mouth, yelling at him as my body shook from anticipation.
Now standing beside the bed, he slapped his hand down hard on my left breast and squeezed and twisted my erect nipple hard. “GET UP,” he simply said to me as pain erupted through my upper body.
I knew I couldn’t disobey. I thought for a short moment about saying what I needed to get myself out of the situation completely, but I knew I would look back on this as one of the most erotic experiences of my life, and I managed to restrain myself. I stood up, with my juices dripping down both of my thighs, and put the skirt and tank top back on. You could easily see my hard nipples poking far into the tank top.
We got into the car and just when I had begun to forget about the egg in my pussy, he turned it on once more. I looked over at him from the passenger seat and my eyes begged as my body again started to shake. I gripped onto the side of the door as I felt my orgasm coming on again. He looked over to watch me intently, and I pressed my back up against the back of the chair firmly. He could tell I was close, and it stopped, as I had expected.
“FUCK,” I burst out violently as I couldn’t even think straight at this point. He had total control of me and it was more intense than I ever could have fathomed.
He knew what he was doing to me and he loved every second of it. He apparently expected me to get like this, and just smirked as I looked over at him with a very pissed off look. At least he couldn’t whip me in the car.
When we sat down at Perkins he ordered for both of us. Naturally, every guy in the restaurant between the ages of 13 and 93 had his eyes locked on me as I looked ridiculously whorish. He ordered scrambled eggs and bacon for himself, and pancakes for me. The food came and he began to eat as I poured maple syrup all over my pancakes, just how I liked it. I picked up my fork and started to take my first bite.
“No silverware. I told you, you’re a pig, eat like one.”
“But…Sir!?!?”
His only response was a five second burst from the egg in my cunt. It was all he needed, and I nodded. He controlled my orgasm and I would do anything I had to in order to be allowed to have one.
I first took a sip of my coffee and then stared at my pancakes covered in maple syrup for a few seconds. I looked over to Doug, and then leaned down, using only my mouth to get a bite of the pancakes. This was not going to be easy, and it would certainly be very messy. From that very first careful bite there was already syrup stuck to the sides of my mouth and the tip of my nose.
Laughs and chuckles came from all over the restaurant, and even our teenage waiter couldn’t hold his composure when he came back over to ask if we needed anything. He said that we didn’t, but the next time he came back to bring us our check he stated that he was sorry but we would have to leave promptly as one of the tables with young children had complained about the way I was dressed.
I had gotten about half of my pancakes eaten, and my face looked utterly ridiculous. I walked funny as he turned the egg on again on our way to the car, promptly turning it off as we got in. I thought we were going home from there, but I was wrong. We were headed to the gym for him to workout, and for him to humiliate me even more.
We walked together into the gym and he went straight to the treadmill to jog a little. He instructed me to kneel beside him, and I did so, looking up at him, but also looking around the gym. After he had jogged for just about ten minutes or so, just enough to begin to work up a sweat, he stepped off the treadmill.
“Follow me,” he said.
I walked just a step or two behind him as he walked into the men’s locker room. Of course, I wasn’t supposed to be there but I quickly learned not to argue. He took me to the last row of lockers right before the bathroom started, and pointed to the corner. I knew he wanted me to kneel there, and I did. He pulled out a bright red Sharpie after he pulled my hair back into a ponytail. “CUMSLUT” he wrote on my forehead, telling me what he wrote although I knew just from the feeling. He posted another sign above my head, although I didn’t know what it said, but it instructed people that they could either jack off on me or make me give them a blowjob, and deposit their cum wherever they wanted.
He walked away, and over the course of the next three hours or so (with him turning my egg on periodically, sill never for long enough to cum) I gave seven blowjobs, three of which came in my mouth and I swallowed, the other four cumming all over my face and hair. Many other guys, 14 at my best count, jacked off onto me, most cumming on my forehead some going to my hair and some to my face, although three or four came onto my tits. Of course, none of this was cleaned up and I had cum endlessly dripping slowly from my cheeks and chin, down my chest (making my tank top nearly see-though), and down my stomach. The periodic vibrations in my pussy kept my clit and nipples hard, and I thought about masturbating because it was to the point where I couldn’t stand it. I kept my composure, and resisted.
I was more than happy to see him when he walked through the door to the locker room again. He walked right over to me and extended his hand to help me up. I was very sore from being in the same position the last three hours, but was forced to walk at a quick pace to keep up with him as we exited the building. I think a lot of the guys in the locker room were sad to see me go, which gave me a little chuckle. To my estimation it had been at least an hour since the egg had been turned on, but my pussy was still soaked, with wetness dripping down my thighs.
We got into the car and he immediately turned the egg back on. I again pressed my back into the leather car seat, feeling the intensity quickly pulse through my body once more. I got closer. Closer. Closer.
“Do NOT cum, girl,” he said sternly to me.
I didn’t think I could hold back. I lifted my body off the seat, gripping at the sides of my seat trying to think of something else. I was so close, and—STOP. The egg turned off and I still propped myself up off of the seat, breathing hard, surprised that I hadn’t came, actually. I slowly settled back down in the seat as we made the ten minute trip back to his house.
We got out of the car and made the short stroll up the sidewalk and into his house. He pushed me through the door and I fell hard to the carpeted floor of the living room, only able to brace myself slightly. He reached into me with his middle finger and pulled out the vibrating egg, after forcefully pulling my skirt off. His nails dug into my skin as he pulled the tank top, still wet from everyone’s cum, up over my head quickly, hitting my face as he did.
He promptly stripped off his clothes, nearly jumping down on my body after he did so, slapping his nearly erect cock on my legs. He grabbed my hips and knelt over on top of me, one knee on either side of me. His cock hovered over my pussy for just a brief second before he thrust into me, pulling my hips up forcefully to meet him as his shaft plunged into my cunt. His grip was firm on my hips as he controlled my body, pulling me up into him and fucking me harder as he did so. He pulled me on and off of him, and it felt so good, I felt an orgasm coming on almost instantly.
His grunts mixed with my moans as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my skin with each thrust. I couldn’t hold on much longer, and neither could he. We climaxed simultaneously as he continued to impale me with his cock. I arched my back as far as I could, making his cock drive even further into me as I gushed juices all over his cock and his hot cum belted into my pussy. The feeling was different from any other orgasm I’d ever had, as I had been teased—no, tortured—for so long. It was a release that I felt I had worked for, and truly deserved.
“Wow,” he said as he collapsed onto my body with his cock still in me, then pulling it out went to lie down beside me on the white carpeted floor. We were both breathing hard and I was truly exhausted, as he turned to me and said, “You were amazing baby, I can’t believe you did that for me.”
My chest still heaving from my intense climax, I responded simply, “Neither can I.”
He wrapped his arm around me and stroked my hair, and I knew the last 20 or 22 torturous hours were over. I knew Doug and I had definitely taken our relationship to another level, although at the time I wasn’t sure just quite what that was. What I did know, however, was that this day would not be soon forgotten. The feeling of true, pure submission was more intense than I could have imagined, and while certainly not for me, I was happy for the experience.
