Buddy started to smile as he pulled her feet together and wrapped the thick leather strap around her ankles. Her arms were already pulled up over her head, each hand strapped with its own leather and pulled as far apart as possible. Those wrist bonds were tied to the brass headboard.
As he stood on the bed, he started to throw the end of the ankle strap over the ceiling beam. Then, he pulled it, so Wendy's lower body was being raised gradually, until her white buttocks were no longer on the mattress.
He tied the end of the strap and looked at his naughty girl.
"Everyday you seem to do something else wrong," he told her, in a strict tone. "And everyday, I have to punish you."
He could see the way her tits heaved up and down as he reached for his whip. At the first lashing of leather to ass flesh, her red nipples seemed to stiffen. It was only then that he started to suspect she loved being punished ...
CHAPTER ONE
Her very first instinct was to move away when he sat down next to her at the restaurant. Actually, it was one of those serve yourself places. Wendy had gotten a tuna sandwich and a coke and she'd moved toward a large table where she could sit alone. That had been at the beginning of the lunch rush.
She'd been so engrossed in her magazine article on the "Ways of Bondage" that she didn't even notice the place filling up. Then, when he sat next to her, she quickly covered the magazine (because she didn't want anyone to know what she was reading about) and gave him a scornful look.
"Sorry," he said and he held out his hand to let her take in the rest of the place. "There's not another table to be had."
Actually, Wendy could see that there was. There were tables for two, with only one person sitting there. If he'd really wanted to, he could have sat at one of those, across from someone else. Hers was a table for at least four and now there were two of them. She couldn't say anything.
She continued to eat and looked back at her magazine. She sensed that this man sitting next to her was looking over her shoulder to try and see what she was reading about and when she looked up at him, she knew she was right.
"Do you mind?" the pretty blonde said to him, sarcastically.
"Sorry. But it's not every day that you see someone as lovely as you reading something like that. My name is Buddy. Buddy Myers."
"Buddy?" she asked him. "Certainly a grown man is not named Buddy."
"Of course, that's my nickname," he said to her. "It's really Brian."
"Oh," she said to him and though she pretended to look back at the magazine, feigning non-interest, she managed to take all of him in.
He was a handsome enough looking man with brown hair and a rugged complexion. In many ways, he was her perfect type. When she thought she saw him smiling, she liked the glow and energy that came from him. He wore a business suit, something that turned her on and he smelled of a fragrant cologne.
Buddy was sizing her up, too. She could tell, though she didn't really know if he liked what he saw, or what.
If Wendy could have read his mind, she would have known that he was quite impressed.
He knew he could have sat anywhere in this dumpy little restaurant, but this big-titted blonde was the hottest thing he'd laid eyes on when he walked in. Her hair was shoulder length and seemed to have a hell of a lot of body. She was wearing a super tight sweater and though it was obvious that she had a bra on underneath, the bra did nothing to alter her tit size.
Buddy loved a girl with big tits and she really seemed to have them.
He really loved them.
He had no idea of how old she was, but she looked young. She was also wearing a pair of tight jeans, which he associated with youth. Best of all, when he first sat down next to her, he noticed that she wasn't wearing any make-up at all - another sign of youth as far as he was concerned.
To top it off, Buddy was thinking that this hot bitch next to him was an all out natural beauty. He really wanted her bad!
"Do you mind?" he heard her asking, in a somewhat mean tone of voice.
"What?" he asked, dazzled and a bit confused.
"I don't really like a man reading over my shoulder. Move away a little."
She said it in a tone of voice that made him think she wanted the opposite. When he did move away, easing his chair a few inches, he looked at her face and sensed some kind of disappointment. Buddy knew, right then and there, that this blonde was the kind of bitch who liked to play games. No - she loved to play them!
Wendy was smiling a little bit when he moved. She knew that he was already well aware of her game-playing nature and she knew how to take the game even further. She took a bite of her sandwich, put it back on the plate and started to chew. As she was swallowing the last ground up portion of tuna and white bread, she moved her hand toward her large coke glass.
She kept her eyes on the magazine, just make it look like an accident.
Because as she moved her hand, she brushed the back of her hand against her glass, instead of her palm. She had no intention of trying pick it up, but she did have every intention knocking it over and making it seem like an accident.
And that was just what happened. The back of her hand pushed the coke glass over precisely in his direction and the initial spill was incredible. That was followed by the soda which continued to drip over the side.
"Jesus Christ," she heard him saying, as he started to stand up.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she said to him and she did what she wanted to.
As quickly as she could, Wendy took some bunched up napkins and started to rub the wetness away from his crotch. As she did, she let her fingers press against him.
"I'm really sorry," she kept saying. "I wasn't watching what I was doing. I don't know how it happened. God, can you ever forgive me?"
"I have a meeting late this afternoon and now I'm a mess," she could hear him saying over her apologizing. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I said I was sorry," she repeated and he seemed to smile.
There was no doubt in his mind that she'd done it on purpose. While her eyes had been focused on the magazine article and her hand had been moving toward the glass, his eyes had been on her hand. He could have avoided the whole thing by reaching for the glass before she purposely knocked it over.
But she was a game-player he could tell. A naughty girl!
"I don't know how I'm going to be able to make my appointment," he was saying to her. "I'll be all sticky and messy and ... "
"I have an idea," she said to him. "Look, I only live around the block from here. You could come over and I could wash your pants out and then put them in the oven to dry. It shouldn't take more than a half an hour."
"Well, I guess it's the only solution," he said to her.
"I guess it is," she said, standing up. "By the way, my name is Wendy."
And that was how she got him over to her apartment. As they began to leave the restaurant, she folded her magazine closed and he could see the name of it - KINKY WAYS. It seemed as if she was trying to let him see it.
Inside of her apartment, which was sparsely but nicely furnished, he started to take off his jacket to be more comfortable. Wendy threw her magazine down on the couch and told him to take off his pants.
He had to kick off his shoes in order to do so and then he opened his pants and slid them all the way off. He took everything out of his pockets and as he handed them to her, she was a little bit disappointed. His shirt tails were long, hanging down over his underwear in front. She couldn't see anything.
Wendy went into the kitchen and washed the sticky soda out of his pants, then turned the oven on and stuck them in. When she walked back into the living room, she was not at all surprised at what she saw.
Buddy was sitting on the sofa reading the magazine she'd thrown there. As he turned the pages, she saw something else. The tails of his shirt had parted in the front. He was wearing white shorts. He was also absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch as he looked at some of the pictures in her magazine.
"The pants will be ready in a short while," she said, startling him, causing him to look up. He quickly put the magazine down and she laughed.
She thought that he was forgetting about his cock massaging hand, but she was wrong. Buddy knew exactly what he was doing. As she started to move toward the couch to sit down next to him, she laughed and spoke.
"You seem to have aroused yourself. Isn't that right?"
"It seems to have happened. Sometimes it does, know what I mean?"
"I'm sure it has a lot to do with the magazine. Isn't that right?"
She was a game-playing little girl if he'd ever met one. So very naughty!
"Partly because of the magazine and partly because of something else."
As he started to slide his hand away, Wendy could see the huge bulge in the front of his underwear. She really couldn't get over it.
Ever so slowly she moved her hand down there and started to rub it. As she did, she could feel the way it throbbed a little bit more under her touch.
Of course, Buddy loved it, but he wanted more. He wanted flesh against flesh contact, so he started to pull his underwear down, just below his cock and balls. When he first did that, Wendy pulled her hand away.
As she saw his long, thick cock and his two big balls, she slowly moved her hand back there and began to stroke the underside. His cock was as hard as a rock and as she slid her hand from the balls up to the head, she felt a few drops of come there.
"Mmm, this looks so nice," she moaned softly. "I do like it."
"Well, you never did finish your lunch. But how about some dessert?"
"I like that, too," she said to him, smiling.
Before he could say anything else, she was moving her mouth down to his cock. She began to run her tongue along the underside, since his hard-on was pressing against his belly and it was easier to do it that way.
As she flicked it, she could hear him moaning a little bit louder. Slowly, she sucked one ball into her mouth and started to flick her tongue back and forth against it. He moaned louder when she did that.
Within a few more seconds, Wendy had both of his balls in her mouth and she was running her soft fingers up and down the underside of his velvety cock skin. She began to tighten her fingers a little bit so that she was jerking him.
After sucking on his balls for what she thought was the proper length of time, she started to let them fall out of her mouth and was soon licking her way back up his shaft, until she had his cock head in her mouth.
"Oh yeah, baby, that feels good," he moaned softly, when he felt her lips wrapping their way around the rim of his cock, then felt her tongue flicking back and forth against his come dripping slit. "It feels so good."
She started to slide her lips further down the shaft, until her mouth was pressed against his balls and his pubic patch. He could feel the way she was inhaling and exhaling deeply, causing her throat to open and close around his cock head.
Buddy couldn't get over it. Her mouth was the softest sweetest thing he'd ever felt working over his shaft. As she began to slide off the couch so she could get on her knees between his legs, he loved it even more. He felt her hand sliding to his balls so she could cup them, then he saw the way she looked at him.
Her blue eyes seemed to twinkle. He thought she was the hottest little bitch he'd ever seen. He still had no idea of how old or young she was, but since she seemed to have her own apartment, he figured that she couldn't be that young.
Still, there was this little girl charm about her.
And more than anything else, there seemed to be a kind of naughtiness about her. Even as she was sucking his cock, working her tongue and hand, she seemed to be like a naughty little girl, doing something she should not be doing.
When he started to throb, he was a little bit surprised. She pulled her mouth all the way back, so that he was no longer between her lips. She licked her lips as she started to push his shirt up over his nipples.
"I just love a man with a hairy chest," she moaned, but before she had a chance to lick her way up his body, something, he was sure she had every intention of doing, he leaned over and reached for her sweater.
He grabbed it at the bottom and started to pull it up, so Wendy sat back on her heels and pulled her arms up over her head, allowing him to pull it all the way off. She shook her head as he pulled the sweater over her hair, letting her blonde hair fall gracefully on her shoulder and she smiled slyly, still.
Buddy could see the way her tits were tightly encased in her bra. She had an incredible amount of cleavage and as he moved his hands to her white bra and cupped her breasts, he started to pull her up.
He continued to sit on the couch as he pulled her close enough so he could move his mouth to her tits. He began to exhale deeply, so he could blow hot air against her nipples and he did feel them stiffening through her bra. Then, he reached behind and unclasped the white thing.
She pulled back to let him take her bra off, even moving her arms to make it easier for him to slide the straps down. Wendy began to lick her lips as he moved his mouth to one of her tits and sucked her red nipple.
"Oh, you have such a nice mouth, Buddy. I mean, Brian. Brian sounds more mature."
He heard her going on and on about his name, but he didn't let it get to him. He was getting off on the taste of her nipple and as he flicked his tongue back and forth over one of them, his fingers were plucking at the other one. He could hear the way she was moaning louder and louder and when he pulled one of her hands down to his raging hard cock, she even stroked him.
"Mmmm, it's been such a long time since I've felt a cock like this," she was moaning. "It's so thick. I can't believe that they come as thick as this one, but since it's right here, I guess I just have to believe it."
He began to slide his hand down her belly, keeping his lips glued to one nipple. As he did, he could hear her moaning louder and he heard the sound of her snap being opened before his hand was even there.
That let him know, or at least let him think, that she was eager.
He started to move his hand toward her zipper and as he was opening it, she kept right on talking about the wonders of his crotch.
"And these balls, well, I've just never seen a pair as large as these. Not that I've seen so many. I don't want you to think that I'm a slut or anything. Nor do I want you to think that I pick men up all the time at that restaurant, because it's just not the case at all. No, it's just not true. But these balls and this cock, well, I really just can't get over them. Incredible. Incredible."
His fingers already had her zipper down and he moved both of his hands toward her pants and began to slide them down, too. He slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties to pull them down and avoid wasting any time.
It wasn't until he knew that her panties were past her pussy that Brian pulled his head back to get a full look at her.
"Magnificent," he said, though he was really thinking that it was more confusing than anything else. Though her body seemed to be the full lovely body of a woman, her cunt seemed to be the child-like pussy of a little girl.
He could see that her cunt patch was more or less fuzz, like the kind of fuzz a young thing first starts to grow, before the hair gets longer and the patch gets thicker and she has the full pubic patch of a woman.
Because the fuzz was so sparse, he could make out her cunt lips so well.
They were red and glistening and as he slid his finger over them, he could feel the way they were already nice and wet.
"Oh, lick me," she started to moan. "Lick my hot pussy."
And before he could do anything, she was kicking her pants all the way off so she could spread her legs wider and moving her cunt right to his face. He smelled her honey fragrance and stuck his tongue out so he could start lapping at her.
As Buddy began to thrust his tongue into her, he could feel her stiff clit. It was one of the largest clits he'd ever felt on a woman and it was so easy to probe it out because' of its size.
He started to flick it back and forth and he heard the way she was moaning even louder. He could feel her moving her hand back to his cock.
"Oh cock. Cock. Cock. I can't wait to feel this cock inside of me. I think you have to know that I want to feel this cock inside of me. It's so thick at the base though. I wonder if it'll rip me apart. No matter. I know that I can sit on it and I'll just turn myself on. I know I'll take it. But keep licking me. Keep licking me. I want you to make my pussy flow. Make it flow, flow, flow!"
He was doing just that. His tongue was now flicking her clit back and forth as his lips kept sucking on it and he could feel the way she was thrusting back and forth a little bit faster. As he sucked hard, a rush of juices surged into his mouth.
Buddy's cock throbbed even harder when he tasted her cream and she had to feel it. She said something about how much thicker it was, now that he throbbed and she seemed to realize that he was throbbing because he tasted her cream.
"Oh, one more time and then I'll sit on you," she moaned.
Buddy's cock felt like it was ready to explode. He didn't really know if he wanted to eat her and make her come one more time. He wanted to have his dick inside of her little girlish pussy. When he looked up at her, he could see that naughty expression.
She slid her hand to his hair and held it so he could not pull his mouth away from her pussy and then she started to thrust a little bit. She didn't thrust as hard as she had been doing it before.
He kept his tongue sticking straight out, so she was able to thrust her clit back and forth over it and as her pussy spasmed around him and she started to come again, he was moaning louder and louder.
"Oh, thick throbbing cock. Thick and throbbing because you taste me. Wait until you feel what it's like when you're in my pussy. Wait until you feel it."
His hands began to slide around to her buttocks. He was happy to feel that her ass cheeks were so nice and wet. He knew it was sweat and that sweat was from her passion and that passion was so high because she was so turned on.
Buddy cupped her ass cheeks, digging his nails into her a little bit and he began to pull her down lower and lower. He felt as if she was fighting him, trying to keep her legs straight, but he was stronger.
As he felt his cock head rubbing against her cunt lips, she began to move his shaft to make him rub more. Then, she seemed to give in and he could feel the way her pussy was being lowered right over his cock.
Buddy felt her sliding all the way down, until she was sitting on his dick and her warm ass cheeks were pressing against his balls. He looked at the way her eyes were closed and loved the way she licked her lips more.
Even as she started to slide up and down his cock shaft, he thought there was something so naughty about her look. He didn't know what was going on in her mind, but he could feel what was going on in her cunt and he loved it.
She spasmed hard around him and he throbbed, but knew that he didn't want to come just yet. He wanted this to go on and on.
She pressed her naked tits against his hairy chest and he felt her nipples starting to throb as they rubbed against his flesh. She ran her tongue over her lips even more, but didn't make any attempt to kiss him. In fact, Wendy even turned her head away when he tried to move his lips to hers.
Wendy was riding him faster then and she could feel the way his cock began to throb so hard inside of her. As she kept moving, she knew that she was going to make him come if she kept it up. He seemed to be moaning louder and breathing heavier.
He leaned back on the couch and put his hands up over his head, letting her do all the riding and movement, concentrating on his oncoming orgasm.
Then, suddenly, she stood all the way up, leaving his cock to dangle in mid-air.
"The pants," he heard her scream, as she turned toward the kitchen and started to run, leaving him there on the verge of orgasm.
Buddy moved his hand toward the base of his cock and squeezed, preventing himself from coming at the very last minute. After all, shooting into the air was not his idea of a good time and he was pissed.
Something in the back of his mind let him know she'd done all this on purpose. Then, his eyes spotted it under the chair in the living room. It was a thick leather strap, with a leather whip next to it. The magazine she'd been reading was on that chair - with those things under it. Buddy thought it all made sense ...
Things were beginning to become clearer in his mind.
Is that what she wanted?
CHAPTER TWO
Still, he sat there for the longest time debating. He knew that he could be wrong. You never knew with girls like this one. Some of them liked to play their naughty little games, but when you started to get serious with them, playing the game with them, they tended to freak out and start screaming.
That was all he needed, he was thinking. To do it to her, have her scream, have the neighbors call the police, then be arrested for corrupting a minor.
After all, as far as he knew, she could have been underage. There was this girl-woman quality about her, but all of her mannerisms were strictly girlish.
When she walked back into the living room, she was holding up his pants. She was totally naked and her flesh seemed to still be glistening. Her nipples were not as stiff as they had been before and though there seemed to be a wetness that had dripped down her thigh, her cunt didn't look as active as it had before.
"Well, saved them in time," she said to him. "Just in time. Another minute or two and they would have been burned. Here."
She threw them at him as she stood near the chair - the chair with the magazine on it and the leather gear under it.
There was a moment of silence. He saw the way she moved her finger to one of her tits and scratched away an itch. Then, she spoke. Her voice lacked all the passion she'd had before and it confused him a little bit.
"Well, what are you sitting there for? Your pants are dry. You can get dressed now and leave. You said you had an appointment."
"Yes, that's true, but it's not until late this afternoon. I have time."
"That's nice for you, but I have to go on a job interview. And now that I'm all sweaty, I'm going to have to shower first. Shit, I don't even know if I'm going to make that interview now. And it's all your fault."
"My fault?" he asked, not making a move to put his pants on but making a move to rub his still swollen cock.
Not only was it still swollen, but it was eager for some kind of release. He knew that she had to be aware of it. Every so often, he would see the way her gaze would move toward his crotch, letting him know that she was interested.
And yet she still didn't make a move for him, or even act like she was interested.
"Yes, your fault. I didn't tell you to sit where you were sitting. There were other seats all over the place. You could have sat anywhere."
"Now wait just a minute," he said to her.
"I don't have a minute, Buddy. I mean Brian. Buddy! What a dumb name! Anyway, I don't even have a few more seconds. I'll never make it on time if I don't hurry. And I do have to shower first. You can get dressed and let yourself out. I'll run to the shower now. It was nice meeting you, Buddy." She laughed. "I mean, Brian."
He saw the way she licked her lips, just a little bit, then walked down the hall. He could hear her turning on the water in the shower and for a few seconds, he just sat there, arms at his side. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't believe what a naughty little cock-teasing bitch this girl was.
He looked at the leather under the chair and wondered if she left it there purposely. She'd told him she didn't bring men home often, like she'd brought him home.
But could he believe her? He didn't really know her, though from what he had seen, he could tell she was a game-player and game-players were liars, when they wanted to be. They'd lie about anything, just to keep playing the game.
Buddy stood up then and let his pants fall on the floor. He looked down at his hard cock, noticing the way it stuck out. Then, he smiled and started to talk to his cock, almost as if it was another person.
"Well, look what this bitch did to you. Look at that. She got you all aroused, sucking you and even riding you, but she didn't ride you all the way home. Now what kind of a bitch is that? I ask you, what kind? I don't know. I don't know what the fuck is going on in her head.
"But she was reading that magazine, wasn't she?" he asked and as his cock bobbed up and down a little bit, he felt as if it was nodding.
"Yeah, she was. And then there's that shit under the chair. Fuck it."
Brian pulled his tie off and started to unbutton his shirt as fast as he possibly could. He felt much more secure once he was naked and as he bent down to pick up the leather strap and the leash, he felt something else.
It was a certain kind of power coming over him. Mastery.
He pulled off his socks, then walked down the hall to the bathroom. He held the leathers in one hand behind his back and as he pushed the bathroom door open, he could see the shower door and the way it was closed.
She was in the shower cleaning herself off. As he slid the door open, she gasped for a second and when she spoke, she seemed mad.
"I thought I told you that you could leave," she said to him.
"You did, but we happen to have some unfinished business," he told her.
"Oh? And what do you mean by that?"
She was naughty. As naughty as they came. He was looking right down at his cock which, now that he was completely naked, stuck out more prominently than it had before. The head of his penis was even dripping with some come and as he looked, she had to be looking right down there, too.
And still, she had the balls to ask him what he meant?
He decided he'd play her game with her. He stepped into the shower, still holding that leather-geared hand behind his back and laughed.
"I have to shower, too. I told you I have a meeting and there's no way I can get there smelling the way I do. The sex scent doesn't mix with business."
"Oh," she said to him. "In that case, be my guest."
She moved a little bit so that the water could hit his body. As she reached for the bar of soap, he felt her rubbing it over his chest. She didn't keep soaping up his hairy chest for long and it seemed to let him know how eager she was when she slid her hand down to his crotch so soon after soaping him up.
Within seconds, his brown pubic patch was a patch full of soap suds and when he felt her hand sliding over his still erect cock shaft, he loved it. After all, the soap served as a nice kind of lubricant and he could feel his dick throbbing a little bit as she kept sliding her hand.
"Oh, this dick is so nice," she was moaning. "It is the thickest thing that I've ever felt. The thickest. So very nice."
He could see the way she was licking her lips again and he loved it.
The memory of her mouth and how sensational it had felt began to come back to him and he could even feel the way his shaft throbbed more. He wondered if she knew that he was throbbing because of the way she kept licking her mouth.
It didn't take long before he was starting to thrust his cock back and forth in her soapy palm and she had to know that she was really turning him on even more when he was doing something like that.
"Yeah, the throbbing," she kept saying to him. "The throbbing."
Deep down, Brian was thinking of letting the leather strap and the whip fall to the floor. He didn't know what would happen if the leather got wet, but she seemed to be getting into the feeling of his cock all over again and he was sure that he was not going to have to use it on her.
"Oh, the thought of it in my pussy is making me tingle all over again. And I just cleaned myself out, but it's still making me tingle. I wish that I didn't have to think about you in my pussy. I sure wish that I didn't have to."
"Why?" he asked her. "You seemed to love it before."
"Why? Because I told you that I have an interview, soon," she said.
And that was when she did it. He couldn't believe it. The blonde naughty bitch pulled her hand away from his cock and turned so that her body was in front of the shower stream. She even seemed to move one hand between her legs so she could spread her pussy and wash herself out again.
He could hear her bitching at the same time, bitching about the way she had to clean herself out again, now that he'd caused her to flow once more.
Brian, meanwhile, was looking down at his raging hard cock.
This time, it was covered with soap suds. For the second time, he was thinking, this cock-teasing naughty bitch had turned him on to the point where he was almost ready to come and then she'd pulled away.
He was not going to take it. Before she could even turn around, he was pulling one of her hands behind her back. He heard her gasp, but she didn't seem to struggle to pull herself free. When he got her second hand, the one that had been keeping her cunt lips spread, she struggled a little bit.
By that time, he was rubbing the leather strap against her first wrist. The moment her second wrist was near, he started to wrap the strap around her flesh. He began to pull it rather tight, to keep her from being able to pull her wrists free.
"What the hell?" he could hear her asking and though she seemed to be struggling a little bit, she wasn't putting up that much of a fight.
"You cockteasing bitch," he said to her. "I'm sick and fucking tired of your cockteasing ways. I've had it with you, baby. I sure as hell have."
He pulled the leather as tight as he possibly could and then he started to knot it to make sure that she couldn't pull free.
He turned her around after that and let her see that he was holding the whip.
"Where did you get that?" she asked him and he just laughed.
"You sure as hell know where, bitch," he said to her. "Don't play innocent."
Brian pushed her out of the way for only a few seconds. He stood under the shower spray and let the water wash his cock and balls free of all suds. Then, as he turned back to face her, he pressed his hands on her shoulders.
There was no way she could fight off being pushed to her knees.
He was much too strong for her and though he pushed her down, he didn't do it all that hard. After all, he didn't want her to crack her knees on the tub floor.
When she was down there, he began to rub his cock against her cheeks. Her skin felt so soft and his cock head throbbed and even left a few drops of lingering come on her skin. She did not, however, open her mouth.
"You're going to suck this, bitch," he said to her. "Whether you want to or not, you're going to suck this dick of mine."
"Don't count on it, baby," he could hear her saying, through clenched teeth. "You think you can barge your way in here and make me do what you want? You think so? Well, I'll show you that you can't. You just can't."
Even though she seemed to be refusing him, he could see something in her eyes, something that let him think she wanted it, something that let him think she was playing those naughty little girly games with him, all over again.
He raised the whip, as if he would strike her. As he held it up, the shower water fell on it. When Wendy still didn't open her mouth, he let the whip smash down against her back, which was already wet to begin with.
The combination of the water and the leather caused a deep stinging sensation on her flesh and though she groaned, he was sure she'd exhaled a kind of moaning groan, the kind that let him think she just might like what he'd done.
He did it again and that time, he saw it on her nipples. Her two red nipples seemed to perk right up, getting as stiff as they could be. Brian began to laugh a little bit. The next time he smashed her flesh, harder than the other times, she did open her mouth and he rammed his cock between her open teeth.
"Yeah, you bitch, you're gonna submit to me if it's the very last thing you ever do. You're gonna make my hard cock come. You're gonna make it come a few times. And if you try to use your teeth, you'll suffer."
She did and he smashed her back even harder with the whip. He knew then that he'd taught her a lesson of some sorts.
Though she seemed to enjoy it when he lashed her lightly enough so the leather kind of kissed her flesh, when he did it too hard, she didn't like it. She seemed to stretch her lips over her teeth, to keep them from cutting.
Brian couldn't get over the way her mouth was feeling. He thrust his cock in and out, working the head deep into her throat. When she started to gag around him a little bit, he loved the feeling even more.
"Yeah, you bitch," he said and then he thought of something.
He held the leather whip at the handle and bent over a little bit. He started to rub that thick handle against her pussy lips and as he did it, he saw what was happening. Her lips were spreading and as she pressed herself forward, she seemed to be getting into the feeling of the leather against her clit.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fill your fucking mouth real soon," he started to moan to her. "I'm gonna fill your fucking mouth with my hot come."
He didn't want to make her choke on it, so when he knew he was going to shoot, he pulled back so his cock was exploding against the roof of her mouth. He could feel the way her tongue began to lap at him, faster and faster. She flicked it against the underside of his cock shaft and also against the thick head.
She thrust her pussy faster and harder against the whip handle.
He could hear her moaning louder, too and he knew that she had to be coming against the leather. Brian slid his other hand behind her head and held her to keep her from pulling her head all the way back.
"Now keep sucking baby, because you turn me on so much that I'm going to make you submit in other ways. I'm going to make you squirm with pleasure. I'm gonna explore every fucking hole in your body with my cock."
He wasn't too sure of her reaction then. She seemed to moan a little bit and he hoped that she looked forward to it, because he was thinking that she didn't really have any choice in the matter.
As he felt the blood staying in his shaft, he started to pull her to her feet.
"You bastard," she said to him and he just smiled.
He slipped down to his knees and moved his mouth to her pussy. As he started to lick her all over again, he pushed her back so her ass was pressed against the tile walls of the shower. Seconds later, she was squirming like a bitch in heat.
He could even feel the way she raised one leg and put it over his shoulder. As her foot began to massage his back, Brian was just loving it. He waited until he had made her come a few times and then he stood up.
He'd been rubbing his cock the whole time he was eating her, so he was ready for a good hot fuck. As he started to rub his cock head over her pussy lips, he heard her moaning about what a bastard he was.
Brian slapped her hard across the face then and he laughed.
"You know that you love it bitch, so there's no denying it. You do love it."
"I hate it and I hate you. I don't want this to happen."
He rammed his cock into her, moving his hands to her buttocks so he lifted her off the tub floor a few inches. Her back and bound hands were now pressed hard against the tile wall and he could hear her groaning.
He just loved it. Her cunt was as hot as before, but the best thing about it was that he was now in control. Though he'd gotten off when she rode him up and down, Brian always preferred it when he was in charge of the thrusting rate. After all, when he was doing the thrusting at the rate he wanted to, he could control his cock throbs.
When he felt himself throbbing really hard inside of her, he slowed down.
"Come in me, you bastard," she said to him. "Come in me."
"Bastard, indeed! You know you love this, bitch. You sure as hell love it."
"I don't. I don't. You have it all wrong."
"I'm going to make you admit that you love it if it's the last thing I do."
He could feel the way his cock stopped throbbing and he started to thrust all over again inside of her. That time, she began to spasm hard around him before he was throbbing and he did keep on going to make her orgasm really intense.
He could feel the way her flesh was so wet and though he was sure most of it had to be from the shower water, he was sure that a lot of it was from her pleasure passion. After all, her pussy was soaking wet inside and that was something the shower water wasn't even getting at.
The next time he started to throb hard, he pulled himself right out of her.
"What do you think you're doing?" he could hear her asking, as he started to turn her around, so she was facing the wall. He pushed her body, so that her tits were pressed against the tiles.
She turned her head and leaned one cheek against the wall, too.
He was starting to rub the soap against her ass cheeks and then he was rubbing his finger near her asshole. As he worked up more and more of the lather, it was easy for him to slide his finger into her asshole.
The soap was a perfect kind of lubrication for him to use.
Wendy began to groan a little bit and as she kept looking at him, she was starting to cry a little, too. He slapped her ass with his hand and he felt the way her asshole opened up even more for his exploring finger.
"Don't do this to me. Please, Buddy, don't do it."
"Buddy? Buddy? I thought you thought that Buddy was a stupid name."
"Please, I don't want this to happen. I really don't. I beg you."
"Beg all you want, baby. It just turns me on more. And there's no way you're going to make me believe you don't want it to happen. No fucking way. I just wish to Christ I could get you to admit how much you love it."
She didn't say anything to him when he said that to her. As he felt her ass being soap-lubed deep, he pulled his finger out. Then, he started to rub his cock against her asshole and he slid himself right in.
At the same time, he was still holding the leather whip handle. He started to rub it over her pussy lips and then he slid it right into her cunt.
"Oh God," she started to moan. "Oh my fucking God."
"See? You do love it, baby. You do fucking love it. I knew it. I knew it."
He could feel how tight her asshole was, but because of all the soap, it was quite easy for him to slide his cock in and out of her.
He loved ramming himself all the way into her, up to the balls, so his balls would even be pressed right against her ass cheeks.
At one point, Brian could feel the way she started to thrust herself back and forth against him. He didn't really know what was going on, until she moaned loud and her ass began to spasm around his cock like crazy. It wasn't until then that he figured she was coming, in her pussy, because of the leather whip and as a result of her cunt spasms, her ass was doing a number, too.
It was incredible. He couldn't move for those few seconds, because he didn't want to run the risk of coming so soon. He'd just really started to get into the feeling of her asshole and didn't want to lose it just yet.
His cock felt better than it had ever felt in his life. He started to think that Wendy was the first girl he'd ever tied up. All of the others had been so willing to service him, the way Wendy had been willing at first. None of the others had ever pulled a cock-teasing number on him like she had.
The next time he started to throb inside of her, he knew that it was time to let himself go all the way. The waterproof watch he had on let him know that he was already late getting back after lunch.
He kept thrusting, letting his groin slap hard against her buttocks and each time it did, he would hear her letting out a kind of groan. She started to wiggle her ass around a little bit and then, she could feel it.
"Hurry and get it over with," she moaned, as she felt his come pouring into her asshole. "Hurry and get it over with. Fill me."
"You bitch," he said to her and he pulled the whip handle out of her pussy.
Her words were most definitely not his idea of a turn-on.
He started to whip her back with the leather as he felt his cock ejaculating more and more cream into her asshole. He slid his fingers from his other hand around and started to feel her pussy. He could feel the way she was still coming.
Brian kept his cock inside of her ass for as long as he could. When he pulled himself out of her, he left her tied up as he finished cleaning himself off. He didn't untie her until he was out of the shower, drying off.
That left him a few steps ahead of her. She first had to clean herself off as he was drying and he was dressing as she dried herself off.
He was standing near her telephone, jotting her number down into his phone book when she walked into the living room.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked him.
"I'm writing down your number so I can call you and we can see each other again."
"You have to be out of your mind," she said, as she tucked the towel to keep it from falling down past her breasts. "Forget it."
"You love to play games, don't you, Wendy?" he asked her. "Well, I like naughty little girls like you. I love naughty little girls."
"Get out of my apartment, now," she commanded. "Out! Now!"
"I'll let you think you're in command for now," he said to her. "Though I feel as if I've already mastered you a little bit. It wasn't hard to get you to submit to me. In fact, it was easier than I thought. What I want now is to hear you admit that you loved it. No? You won't say it now. Well, you will, one day."
And he laughed as he walked out of her apartment. He'd made the naughty bitch submit - now he was dying to hear her say she loved it.
CHAPTER THREE
Jill could feel the way the rope was cutting into her wrist and though she tried to pull her hands free, she couldn't. Jerry had tied her tighter than ever and he seemed to be laughing as he saw her struggling to get free.
He'd already stripped off her blouse and her bra, so that her firm brown-nippled tits would be bared before he tied her up. He could see the way they heaved up and down a little bit, though they did seem smaller with her arms stretched the way that they were stretched. He moved his hand to her nipple.
As he started to pinch her, he looked into her eyes. She loved it, he could tell and he wanted to hear her saying it.
"Come on, Jill, baby," he moaned softly, as he looked at the rest of her body. She was still wearing her short skirt and her panties, but her skirt was pushed up a little bit, exposing the panties. "Beg for my cock."
"Suck my cunt," she said to him and stuck her tongue out.
"Oooh, aren't we wicked today?" he asked and he slapped her face.
"You bastard, Jerry. It's too tight for me. I can't handle it."
"Sure you can, baby," he said to her and he slowly started to open his shirt buttons. He rubbed his hand over the fur on his chest as he was exposing each new area of flesh and when his shirt was open all the way, he let it fall to the floor.
He moved his fingers to his nipples then and plucked at them. Then, he let his eyes wander down to his crotch, because he knew that her eyes were following his and she would start looking there too.
She had to be able to see his huge cock bulge, he was thinking. At least that's what he thought when she started to lick her lips, running her long tongue over them. She had to getting hungry for his cock,
"Come on and beg for it," lie began to moan. "Beg for it."
"I can't, baby. You know that I can't. You know that I want it, but ... "
He started to open his pants a little bit, just opening the snap. Then, as he pushed them down, just so she could see part of his underwear, he had to laugh. He knew that his cock head was sticking out of the elastic band.
"It's too tight," she said to him. "Up there. Too tight."
Jill raised her head, causing some of her long black hair to fall into her face. As she looked over at her hands, he knew that was what she was complaining about, but he wasn't going to do anything about it.
She loved to be tied up, that much he knew. So what if he tied her up too tightly this time? It wasn't going to last that long.
"I don't give a fuck," he let her know. "I want you to submit to me and I want to hear it. It'll happen physically, no matter what. Whether you want it to happen or not, baby, it's going to happen. I want the verbal part."
"Too tight," she moaned again and he started to kick off his shoes.
He pushed his pants all the way down, so he was just wearing his jockey shorts and then he moved his fingers to his cock head, which was sticking out of the elastic waist and of his underwear. He began to rub his finger over the come dripping head.
"Mmm, I can feel all this come on ray cock head. I can feel the way it's just starting to ooze, baby. Think of it on your lips. You know you love it."
He saw the way she was licking her lips. He knew how much she loved it when he rubbed his cock head over them and left a trace of his come. Then, she really got off on running her tongue over her lips, to lick those come drops away.
By letting her know that they were there once again, oozing from the slit, he was letting her know that she could have it. All she had to do was beg.
"Let me taste it," she moaned softly. "Let me taste your cock."
"And if I do, will you beg to suck it off, baby? Will you?"
"Let me taste it," she moaned again and he moved closer. He pressed his knees against the bed, then leaned over a little bit so that the head of his cock was rubbing against her lips.
He started to move his cock all around. He loved the way it felt when her lips were making contact with his cock head and he knew that she loved it, too. He could hear the way she started to moan a little bit louder.
As he kept rubbing himself, she stuck her tongue out and flicked it against the slit of his cock, as if she was trying to dig in deeper to get more. He felt himself throbbing just a little bit and he smiled.
He knew what would happen next and just to make sure, he slid his hand near her nipple and massaged it, the way she liked it. That meant, his fingers began to flick it back and forth at first and then, after it was stiffer, they began to close so tightly around it, until he was pinching her.
Jill opened her mouth wider and lifted her head. She began to slide her lips all the way down his cock shaft and he let her suck him all the way down only once. In fact he thrust forward a little bit at the same time.
That way, she could feel the full force of his balls against her chin and also smell the strong erotic scent of his pubic patch. He knew that his male musky scent really did turn her on. By that time, he was slipping his underwear down around his knees and had every intention of kicking them off when he had the chance.
Jerry pulled back a few seconds later. He kept his shaft, in her mouth just as a kind of test and when Jill lifted her head again and started to attempt to suck him back down, he pulled all the way back.
"Now I've made you want me. My cock is lingering on your tongue. I'm sure that you can still taste me, baby. I know you can. Now beg."
"Oh, Jerry, I do want to suck that cock. I do. The ropes are too tight, though.' But I do want to suck your cock. I just love it."
He didn't care about the ropes. She had said it and that sent a kind of pleasure thrill rushing through Ms body. He started to move his cock all the way back to her mouth and ended up straddling her, sitting on her tits while he moved his hand behind her head and worked her mouth up and down his shaft.
He could feel how hungry she was for him. Her tongue was working like crazy and her lips opened and closed the way they usually would. Her eyes were closed and though they were tearing a little bit, he loved the look.
"Mmmm," he could hear her moaning constantly, as she kept inhaling each time she pressed her nose against his pubic patch.
"Yeah, a real submissive bitch. It's easy when you love cock as much as you love it. It's so very easy, baby. You should know that. You get so turned on by my cock. It turns me on to turn you on, bitch."
He slid his hand down over her flat white belly, then started to open her side skirt zipper. As he slid that down, it was easy for him to move his hand into her panties and start to massage her cunt.
He pressed his palm against her thick black pubic patch and then he started to slide his fingers up and down over her cunt lips. He felt how wet they were and when they parted, he began to massage her clit.
Jill loved it. It had to be a combination of his cock and his fingers which made her start thrusting up and down against his fingers like a maniac. At the same time that he felt her juices flowing and running down over his probing digits, he could feel the way she was using her mouth, faster and with more fury.
The more she flicked her tongue, the more turned on he got.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna fill your fucking mouth soon," he moaned to her. "I just don't know what else to do, baby. You turn me on so much. I'll get it up again for you. Don't you worry about that. I'll make sure your eager pussy hole is satisfied."
He couldn't hold back another second. He rammed his cock right into her mouth, so the thick head of it was in her throat. As his come began to pour into her, he could hear the way she moaned louder. Her throat was opening and closing around his cock head and he just seemed to love her reaction.
Though she choked a little bit and her eyes were tearing more than ever, he knew that she was loving it. She sucked like a hungry baby.
"Yeah, Jill. The day I met you was the start of something good. You know that, too, don't you baby? You know that we both got what it takes. I fulfill your need and you fulfill mine. The master and his slave, right, baby?"
She nodded her head, which he just loved. Even with his cock in her mouth, she had to let him know all about it - she had to let him know that what he said was true.
He could feel the way she kept sucking, long after he had exploded in her mouth and that kept him semi-hard. He wasn't fully hard as he pulled out and stood by the side of the bed, looking down at her.
"Too tight," she moaned again and he moved his hand toward her face, as if he was going to stroke her cheek. Instead, he pulled his hand back and slapped her rather hard. He was getting sick of her bitching.
Jill groaned when he slapped her. She did love submitting to him. In fact, it was really the only way she got turned on. But she was telling him the truth. He had made the bonds much too tight. Her hands were throbbing.
He started to pull her skirt all the way off as he moved toward the foot of the bed and then, as he pulled her panties down, he saw what she did. She crossed one leg over the other and held it there firmly.
When he tried to yank them apart, there was no way that he could. Jill was a dancer and her legs were strong. In fact, they were the strongest part about her and once when he'd been fucking her and she wanted him to slow down but he refused, she'd locked her legs tightly around his ass.
Her grip was so incredible, that not only could he not move, but he couldn't pull himself free. He was stuck there until she decided to unlock her legs.
"So, you're playing games with me, huh?" he asked her. "Is that it? You don't want to spread that eager pussy to let me in? Is that it?"
"Just loosen these ropes a little bit. Not to free me, but ... "
"I am the master here and you are the slave," he started to scream out, in one of the angriest tones she'd ever heard. "I do things the way I want to do them and there's nothing you can do about it. Do you hear me?"
She could feel the way her whole body was trembling then and knew that he had to be able to see her flesh quivering.
When he tried to pull her legs apart again and could not, he slapped her across the face, moving to the head of the bed. Then, as he looked up at the ceiling beam, he started to think about something and he smiled.
Jill didn't know what was going on as he ran to the closet and pulled out the ball of thick cord. He started to tie it tightly around one of her ankles, just managing to do it even though that ankle was almost pressed against the other one.
He stood up on the bed then and started to throw the end of the rope over the beam. As it flew over and fell down the other side, Jerry began to pull on it and ever so slowly, she could feel the way her buttocks were being lifted up off the bed as her foot was being pulled toward the ceiling.
She still kept her legs locked, even after he tied the end of the rope to the pole at the base of the bed. Then, he moved to his drawer.
He pulled out a small paddle that she had never seen before and as he began to whack her on the buttocks once, she let out a low groan.
"Please, Jerry, this is hurting too much," she said to him.
"If you'd just go along with what I want, all the time, it wouldn't have to hurt. But you're too much of a fiery bitch. You like to cause trouble to make me hurt you more, because you know you love being hurt."
"No, that's not true," she was groaning, but he just laughed.
"We both know that it's true. Nothing could be more true than that."
As he whacked her buttocks again, she couldn't control herself. She unlocked her crossed legs and the second that she did, she was kind of sorry. Jerry began to tie another long rope around her other ankle and as he did it, he got up on the bed. He threw that rope over the ceiling beam, too, then began to pull at it.
He tied her so that her legs were both raised up, her ass was raised off the bed and her legs were spread nice and wide.
Then he got down between her legs and started to lick her. He could taste the sweet flavor of her cunt cream as he started flicking his tongue back and forth and when he sucked on her clit and flicked his tongue against the tip of it, he could hear her moaning louder and feel her juices flowing more.
"Oh, Jerry, this is incredible," she started to moan. "I love it."
"The slave bitch submits again," he said for a second, as he pulled his mouth away from her and looked at her.
Some of her cream dripped down his chin, but he didn't care. There was certainly a lot more come where that load had come from.
He pressed his mouth back to her pussy and continued to lick her. As he did, he started to think about the first time he had ever met her. Mien they'd gone back to her apartment and he started to make love to her, she turned out to be the most submissive tiling he'd ever eaten. He liked it when a girl massaged his hair as he ate her, or rubbed his shoulders or chest.
She just lay back and let him take full control of her.
It hadn't taken more than a few seconds before he'd noticed the way she was holding her arms up over her head. It was almost as if she'd been pretending to be bound, even going so far as to criss-cross her wrists.
They were at her apartment then and that was when he also noticed the noose like bond at the headboard of her bed.
"Oh, you like to be mastered, don't you?" he had asked her.
She hadn't really said anything, but as he'd slid up her body and pulled that noose around her two wrists, pulling it tight, she'd started to come to life. She was no longer so passive, even as he rubbed his body against hers. Instead of laying there like a log, she was thrusting her body up and down against his.
When he licked his way down her flesh again and started to eat her pussy, she thrust her cunt up and down against his face like a heated bitch. Of course, he'd loved that and from that moment on, he knew she loved to be tied and abused.
Sometimes, he could only take the abuse so far. Once, for instance, he'd held a lit cigarette lighter to her nipple, moving it close enough for her to feel the heat, but not close enough to burn her. She'd started to scream anyway and when she burst into tears, he decided that he should stop.
Another time, he'd tried to thrust a dildo up her ass, because he was thinking of trying to fuck her ass and wanted to open her up. He also wanted to make sure that she was nice and clean, but he never got it all the way in. Because of the way she'd protested and then started to cry, he stopped what he was doing.
Tonight, he wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, aside from having tied her hands a little tighter than usual.
And though she was complaining and even crying a little bit, he had no intentions of loosening the ropes. None at all. Not after his talk with Mike that day.
Mike was one of his associates and that afternoon, they'd gone out for lunch. Both of them had been dating one girl steadily for the last few months and as they started to talk, Mike had told Jerry something.
Jerry soon realized that Mike was into mastering his girlfriend, too.
"I do it, but only to a point," Jerry let Mike know. "There are times when she wants me to ease up, so I do that."
"That's not being a true master," he'd been told. "A true master wouldn't let anything like that happen. A true master does what he wants to do."
The more Jerry thought about it, the more he realized Mike was right.
If Jill was going to submit to him, she was going to have to do it all the way. That meant, if he wanted to go a little bit further than usual, he could. It meant that he could go as far as he wanted.
Tying her tight was something he hadn't really planned on that night. It just seemed to happen and no matter how much she was going to complain, he was not going to loosen up those wrists ropes. No way.
He kept eating her pussy for a long time, sucking as hard as he could on her clit. When her pussy throbbed harder and her juices began to flow into his mouth, he could feel the pleasure surging back into his cock.
"Oh, yeah, your cunt is turning me on again," he moaned. "I can't wait to ram my dick right into your pussy, baby."
"Not until you loosen it," she moaned and he had to laugh.
"I don't have to do a thing. I don't have to change a thing. I already have you tied and I can take it as far as I want."
He started to get up on his knees, rubbing his cock over her pussy lips. As he did that, he could hear the way she was moaning louder and louder and then he rammed himself right into her pussy. At first, he thrust in and out at a nice steady rate, until he could feel the way her pussy spasmed.
Then, as he slowed down, he could hear her moaning.
"No, Jerry, keep doing it. I was just about to come again. Don't stop."
"Beg me for it," he said to her. "Beg me for it, baby. I want you to beg me for my cock. Beg me for a nice hard fuck, like a good bitch."
"No. Not unless you loosen the ropes here. They hurt."
He couldn't believe her. She was really starting to piss him off and when he realized he was going to have to do something about it, the only thing that came to mind was slapping her a little bit.
He started to slap her as hard as he could. At first, his hand stung her cheek and she groaned and then when he backhanded her, it hurt even more. She started to cry and tears were welling up in her eyes.
At the same time, Jerry was thrusting his cock in and out of her as hard as he possibly could. He could feel the way her pussy spasmed around him more and her flesh was starting to get wet from her passions.
He loved the way her body was raised up off the bed and it wasn't until a few seconds later that he noticed something. There was some blood near her wrists. She was trying so desperately to pull herself free that she was bleeding.
He kept thrusting because he knew that he was going to come and when he couldn't hold back any longer, he just exploded inside of her. As his cream began to fill her, he could hear the way she was groaning a little bit.
"You bastard," she moaned. "You fucking bastard. You hurt me. You hurt me like hell. And you don't even care. You don't. You don't."
"You wanted it, baby," he said to her. "You sure as hell wanted it. You've wanted it from the very first. You always wanted it."
He kept thrusting and when he felt his cock starting to go limp, he pulled right out of her and squeezed his dick from the base to the head, to make sure that every last drop of come had been squeezed out of his shaft.
Then, he moved his lips to hers and started to kiss her. As he did, he could feel the way she was sucking his lower lip between hers. For a few seconds, it felt really nice, but then, suddenly, she bit into him, hard.
He started to scream and he slapped her a few more times, until she opened her mouth to groan and he was able to pull his mouth away from hers. He stood up and moved toward his dresser drawer. He opened it and pulled out the thickest whip that she'd ever seen. He raised it over his head.
"You bitch. You want to submit, but only up to a point. You want to be mastered, but only up to a point. That's not the way it works, baby. No fucking way. Now you're going to know what it's like to anger the master."
He lashed her once across the belly, hard enough for the leather to almost cut her flesh. He was about to lash her again when the doorbell started to ring. She raised her head, as if she thought there might be some hope.
Jerry gagged her before slipping into a robe and walking into the living room so he could open the door. Though she groaned as loud as she could, he couldn't hear her in the living room and was happy about it.
As he threw the door open, he had to start smiling.
"Buddy, how have you been?" he asked his brother. "What brings you here?"
"I wanted to talk to you, Jerry," Brian said, as he walked into the apartment and closed the door behind himself. "I hope I'm not interrupting you, but I do want to talk to you. I know you know a lot about bondage and ... "
Jerry had been about to tell his brother that he was interrupting, until he heard the way Buddy talked about bondage.
"And I met this girl. She loved it, you see. I've called her a few times but she always hangs up. I know she loved it, Jerry. I know it. I want to do it to her again. I want to be her master, but ... "
Jerry noticed the way Buddy stopped talking and he put his arm around his shoulder.
"Come on kid, what is it? Tell me all about it."
"I did what I know she wanted me to do. I swear. She left all that leather stuff out on purpose. I did what she wanted and yet, she won't admit to me that she loved it. She won't admit it to me and won't let me try again. I have to know how to do it better. I just have to. I want that bitch."
"You want to know how to get a girl to admit that she loves it?" Jerry asked and as Buddy smiled, he started to lead him down the hall.
CHAPTER FOUR
"And when they were both looking at me, I knew that I was in trouble," Jill said, as she lay on her shrink's couch and kept playing with the paper clip. "I was bound and gagged. My wrists were bleeding. My belly was bleeding."
"Go on," Anna said, as she jotted down a few notes.
"Must I?" Jill asked, as she sat up. "I don't know if I can."
"You know it would be best to talk the whole thing out," the beautiful, sophisticated blonde said to her. "You'll feel better."
"Well, I did like the way Jerry's brother looked. I could see the way he was looking at me. His eyes looked all over my body. I think that when he saw my bloody wrists he got a little bit upset, but then Jerry told his brother that I liked to be tied that tightly. That I liked to bleed."
"Do you?" Anna asked and Jill shook her head.
"I don't know, Anna. I don't know what's going on. Sometimes I love it and then there are other times where I wish I was dead."
Anna wrote that down and listened to the rest of the story.
As soon as Jerry knew Buddy was interested, he walked over and pulled the gag out of Jill's mouth. She spit her words into his face, speaking with such hostility that it only seemed to anger Jerry more.
"You fucking bastard. You can't do this to me. You can't."
Before she knew it, Jerry was taking the leather whip he'd used on her before and he started to wrap it around her neck.
As he pulled it tighter, causing her to gag, he spoke to her. He told her that she was now to service both him and his brother and as he spoke, he started to tell Buddy to take off his clothing.
"She'll do anything I want her to do. She's my slave. Say it."
He strangled her until she had to gasp it out, letting him know that she was his slave and he was her master and she loved the abuse.
By that time, Buddy was naked and his cock was nice and hard.
"Now come here and she'll beg you for the cock. She'll beg you and tell you at the same time that she loves to be bound and abused. It turns her on."
As he'd moved closer to her face, she got a look at his hard bobbing cock and did like it. It was the same shape as Jerry's and even the same size when it came to length. It was much thicker at the base though and that turned her on.
Buddy started to move his cock toward her face before she even opened her mouth and when she did, she was begging him for it.
"Call him Master," Jerry said to her and when she didn't at first, he moved near her buttocks and whacked them really hard. She felt the way her pussy surged a little bit and she said it.
After she said it, he started to fuck her face. He slid his thick cock in and out of her mouth and she was keeping her mouth as wide open as she could to suck him. She was even using her tongue against the underside.
"So you did like his cock," Anna said to her. "You were willing."
"Yes, I imagine that I was," Jill said. "I did feel the way my whole body began to surge with heat as he was fucking my mouth."
"Jill, you are as subservient as they come," Anna said to her.
Jill went on with her story. Though Buddy was fucking her face, he wasn't being as brutal as Jerry had been. He even started to massage one of her nipples a little bit and he never did twist it too hard.
He did not come in her mouth. He pulled his cock out and she begged him to move it into her pussy, which was just what he did. His cock turned her on much more than Jerry's cock had turned her on, because of the thick base. Each time he was all the way inside of her, she could feel his shaft making such good contact with her clit.
She could feel the way her whole body surged with pleasure heat.
He fucked her for the longest time and she was moaning about how she loved it. She didn't really want to, but Jerry was near her face and he was looking at her in such an evil way, to let her know that if she didn't moan about it, he was going to do something to her that would cause pain.
As Buddy started to come in her pussy, Jerry finally decided that he would untie her hands and she was thrilled. Her wrists were bleeding only a little bit and after Buddy pulled out of her, she was able to get up and go to the bathroom.
She was able to wash herself off and later, as she dressed, she could hear the two of them talking in the living room.
"Buddy met some girl and he seems to want to do the same thing to her. He wants to get her to admit that she loves to be abused. It's as if it's not enough for him to just tie her and use her. He wants her to admit it."
"Well," Anna said to her, "don't you think it's a healthy thing for a girl to admit? Especially if it's the truth?"
"I guess so," she said to her psychiatrist. "Isn't it?"
"You know that it is, Jill," Anna said to her. "In your case, we even have some idea of why you get turned on being a slave. You still seem to have some trouble coming out and admitting it yourself, but there's no doubt in my mind as to why you get turned on being the slave to your man."
"Why is that?" Jill asked and Anna had to laugh.
She started to look through the girl's file and as she was doing it, it all came back to her. She knew Jill's case well and it wasn't rare that a girl would be subservient in a situation like hers. In fact, it was expected.
Jill was the eldest child in a family of boys. She had three younger brothers and when her mother died at an early age, she was the one who had to raise her brothers.
Her father didn't seem to want to know from it. Jill went to school and when she'd come home, she'd have to clean the house and then make dinner. At night she had to do the laundry and whatever else a mother would do for her kids.
When they were still about five and six and eight, she was bathing them like they were little boys. Like they were her little boys.
And whenever she would complain to her father about them, he would tell her over and over again that he didn't want to know from it. He had enough trouble making a living to support them all, he'd tell her.
He showed the kids very little fatherly affection and she seemed to be the only kind of parent that they knew. However, when the eldest one was fourteen and she was in his room one night tucking him into bed, he said something to her.
He realized that she was his sister and not his mother.
He realized too, that if he opened his mouth and started to scream for their father, he could get her in trouble. After all, she was supposed to take care of them and cause no hassles. There were times when there were hassles and she would always take the blame and get hit for not keeping order in the family.
She had no idea of what her brother was getting at, until he pushed the cover down and told her that he wanted her to suck his cock.
She hadn't realized that he was naked under the covers and when she saw his cock it was easy to see that he was hard as a rock. He began to slide his hand up and down his cock shaft and eventually, he pulled her by the hair.
So, the first time she sucked a cock, she was half-forced to do it. Half, Anna had written down, because when Jill told her all about it, Jill said that she started to get into it a little bit, after a short while.
As far as Anna was concerned, that already meant something.
Jill was half-forced to keep sucking his cock until he started to shoot off and when he did, her eager tongue was lapping at the come. A few nights later, when she was in his room, he told her he was going to fuck her. She said she'd never let a thing like that happen and once again, he threatened to scream out and wake up their tired, sleeping father. She had to let him.
She had to strip and get herself wet because he didn't want to start eating her and then she had to lay back and let him slide it into her. The first time he was inside of her, it hurt, but he told her to get used to it because men always hurt women.
As far as Anna was concerned, that was one thing she must have grown up thinking - that men were always going to hurt her.
It was not long before the middle boy was old enough and the oldest boy was forcing Jill to service him, too. They would have threesomes, where she would be in the middle, sucking one brother while the other one was fucking her. She just had to lie there, not moving, because there were times when they'd decide to change their positions, so that the one in her mouth soon entered her cunt.
She didn't really love it, but she didn't hate it either. Her mind tried to fight it, but her body would get turned on.
When the youngest brother was able to, they started to have foursomes, with the three boys and Jill. That was when she really tried to fight back and that was the first time she ever found herself bound.
When she tried to fight back too much, her hands were pulled up over her head and her oldest brother used his belt to tie them together. He pulled the leather as tight as he possibly could, cutting into her flesh and then he started to fuck her face while the younger one fucked her cunt.
Later, the middle one took over fucking her cunt. That happened for many years, until she was able to fight back.
"And that is why you seem to be such a subservient slave girl to men," Anna said to her. "You know that, Jill. I don't have to explain."
"Yes," Jill said to her. "You're right. I know that."
"But there is one thing that you never did tell me. You told me that you did it until you were able to fight back, but you never went into that specifically."
The beautiful blonde psychiatrist knew that she'd hit a raw nerve when she saw the way Jill started to squirm a little bit on the chair.
She didn't really understand it all and had no idea of what nerve she'd hit. But then, suddenly, Jill started to shake a little bit. She sat up and Anna moved over to the couch where her patient had been sitting.
Before she could stop it from happening, Jill burst into tears. Her shoulders were heaving up and down and even as the psychiatrist tried to comfort her, there didn't seem to be any way to stop the flow of tears.
"I don't want to talk about it," Jill said to her. "I just don't. I don't want to tell you how it finally came to an end."
"All right, Jill. That's fine. You don't have to talk about it. Let's just talk about you and men. You seem to feel that you must be made a slave in order for you to get turned on to a man. Isn't that true?"
"Yes," Jill said. "Otherwise nothing seems to happen."
"I realize that. But have you ever made it with a woman?"
Jill pulled away and looked into Anna's eyes. She could see the way they were sparkling a little bit and when Anna started to lick her lips, Jill didn't know what to do. She saw the older woman stand up and move toward her office door.
"No calls for a while," Anna said, as she opened her door and stuck her head out .to talk to her secretary.
As she turned around, her fingers were already starting to open her blouse buttons. She opened the buttons one at a time, then let her blouse fall to the floor. Next she unclasped her bra and let it fall beside her blouse.
Jill was a little bit dumbfounded. She could see Anna's large firm breasts, with the stiff red nipples that seemed to be throbbing already.
As Anna began to unzip her skirt and slide it down, she bared her pussy. Jill couldn't believe that this woman wouldn't wear panties, but she saw the naked pubic patch and red lips right in front of her.
"Try to lick" me and see if you like it," Anna said. "You have to be commanded to suck a man. I'm not commanding you. I'm just telling you to try."
The naked blonde psychiatrist stood in front of her patient. As she did, she could see the way Jill was trembling a little bit, but then, suddenly, Jill leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. She started to lick Anna's pussy lips.
As she did, Anna was stroking her hair gently. She slid her fingers down to Jill's shoulders and massaged them a little bit. She could hear the way Jill was moaning as she sucked the cream out.
"That's nice, Jill," Anna said to her. "It's nice. I can feel the way you're making me come and it turns me on to feel it. I like the way your tongue is flicking me back and forth. Don't you see? You can make tender love."
Jill did start to feel her pussy getting wetter and as she pressed her nose against Anna's thick blonde patch, she could smell the scent of woman. She didn't really love it that much, but she didn't hate it enough to be turned off, either. She sucked the clit between her lips and flicked it back and forth.
Anna started to thrust against Jill's mouth at a nice, steady rate and her juices were flowing steadily, too. She had liked Jill the very first time the girl ever came to her office and deep down, she'd been hoping for something like this.
It was rare that Anna would ever let anything happen between herself and her patients, but this time, she'd made the decision.
Aside from the fact that she liked women and Jill in particular, she was upset about what Jill had just told her. She was thinking that if Jill continued to be as passive and subservient as she was before, it could lead to a lot of trouble.
A few nights ago, it had led to Jill's having to take on her boyfriend and her boyfriend's brother at the same time. Who knew what else might happen? Maybe one day Jerry would want her to take on another one of his friends, a friend who would treat her more brutally than Jerry already did.
So Anna was hoping to turn Jill on to the pleasures of a woman.
She hoped that Jill was loving the flow of cream that was coming from her pussy. She could hear the way Jill kept sucking, harder and harder and she really did like the way the tongue kept working over her clit.
It wasn't long before Anna just exploded, harder than she had in a long time. She felt the way Jill kept sucking the cream out of her and then, when Jill started to pull her mouth back, she saw her lick her lips.
"You see, Jill," Anna said to her. "I didn't have to act like a master in order to get you to do things. Or in this case, a mistress."
"No," Jill said, a little bit passively. "You didn't, Anna."
"And you were turned on a little bit, weren't you?" she asked.
As she asked it, she started to get down on her knees in front of Jill. She moved her hand to the girl's jeans and pressed her palm there. Then she started to rub her palm around. As Jill thrust up and down against it, Anna could hear the way Jill was starting to moan a little louder, too.
Then, Jill stood up so she could open her pants and pull them down.
She pulled down her panties at the same time so she could bare her pussy completely and when she sat back down, Anna moved her mouth there.
The blonde woman started to flick her tongue faster than she ever had. She was dying to turn Jill on, hoping that once the girl got turned on to the tongue of another woman, she would never be cock crazy again. If that turned out to be the case, then Anna knew that no man would ever abuse Jill again.
She slid her hands up and massaged Jill's breasts through her blouse and didn't even bother to open the blouse. There didn't seem to be any reason to. As she was massaging the breasts, Jill was moaning loud.
"Oh, Anna, that does feel nice," she said. "It does feel nice."
Jill could feel the way her cunt was spasming and when Anna started to suck her clit between her lips, her whole body seemed to surge with pleasure. Within a few more seconds, Jill was coming rather mildly.
She did moan louder than she would have with an orgasm of that strength, because she did know how much Anna was dying to turn her on and did want Anna to think that she was succeeding. But Jill's eyes were closed.
She was having a vision. She could see Jerry in front of her, with his cock near her mouth. She could see him taking a few steps back and she was walking closer to him on her knees. She could see herself with her hands bound behind her back so that she couldn't reach out for him. Each time her lips would touch the head of his cock, he would stay for a few seconds, to let her get the taste.
Then he would pull back a few feet, making her crawl toward him.
Jill licked her lips as she was thinking about this kind of master torture.
She could also feel the way her cunt was flowing more as she thought about it and slowly, she moved her hand down to stroke Anna's body.
She moved her fingers to Anna's breasts and began to pluck at her stiff red nipples. As she did, she could feel the way they were throbbing under her touch. By concentrating enough, she just thought about the nipples and not the tits. That way, it was easier to imagine that Anna's nipples were a man's.
Of course, when the breasts heaved up and down, Jill couldn't think that way. Also, she loved a man with a hairy chest and since Anna's breast flesh was smooth, it did break the illusion of her fantasy a little.
As she started to slide her hand down the woman's flat white belly, she brushed her fingers through the pubic hairs. At first, it was easy to imagine that these pubic hairs were the hairs of a man, because men had pubic patches, too.
But then, as she moved her fingers lower and felt the slit instead of the cock, she knew for sure. There was no way to keep the fantasy going.
"No," she started to groan, as she felt Anna licking her still. "No."
Anna didn't know what was going on. She could feel the way Jill was now stroking her cunt and Jill was still coming. She felt the juices flowing into her mouth and she did love the way the flowing cream felt.
She also loved the way it tasted, which was even more important. After all, feeling it meant that Jill was coming and Jill liked what was going on, but tasting it meant that she, Anna, was getting pleasure from it for she did love a woman's cream.
As Jill began to groan a little bit more, Anna looked up at her. She could see something of a look of disgust on the girl's face.
Jill was now shaking her head back and forth somewhat violently and as she did, she suddenly pushed Anna really hard. Anna felt herself falling back on the floor of her office and luckily the carpeting was plush.
She saw the way Jill stood up then, swinging her hands around, flailing them through the air, trying to hit her but hitting nothing.
"Jill, calm down," Anna said, as she crawled away and stood up, out of range of the black-haired girl's swinging arms. "Calm down."
When Anna realized that Jill was on the verge of hysteria, she moved closer, grabbed one of her wrists, then slapped her hard across the face. The slap caused Jill to calm down a little bit and when she opened her eyes and saw the naked blonde standing in front of her, she began to cry.
She slumped back onto the couch, burying her head in her hands.
As she cried, Anna sat down beside her and stroked her again. This time, even though the blonde psychiatrist was naked, she knew to hold back. She didn't stroke Jill with the same kind of sexual affection she'd used before. Now, she was stroking her as a psychiatrist would a patient who she was trying to calm down.
"It'll be all right, Jill," she said to her. "Just cry it all out and then when you're finished, tell me about it. What's the matter?"
"It won't work, Anna," Jill said to her. "It just won't work. I've never done anything with a woman before and I just don't think I have it in me. I don't want to do anything with you again. I just don't."
"That's all right. Tell me why, Jill. Just tell me why."
"Because you don't have a cock. I need a person with a cock. I love cocks."
Anna started to nod her head and then she said something to Jill.
"You mean that you worship cocks, don't you, Jill? That's what you mean."
"Yes," she said to Anna. "I guess that is what I mean."
"And as long as you do, you'll always be the slave to a man's cock. There's really no way to change that, Jill. As long as you worship them, men will be able to get you to do whatever they want. You'll be subservient."
"Is that so bad?" Jill asked, as she started to fix her clothing. "Is it?"
"Not if it turns you on. If it causes you pain, then that's a whole other matter. Look, let me get dressed and then you can leave. We'll talk more."
"All right," Jill said, though she didn't feel like talking again.
She waited until Anna got dressed and then they made another appointment for the next day. Before she left, Anna had one thing to say to her.
"If you could try to worship them a little less, you might be better off. And try not to admit to your man that you're his slave."
She thought about it a lot that night, but realized that she'd probably gone too far already. She'd admitted it hundreds of times, telling Jerry that she was his slave and that she loved to be his slave. It was the kind of statement you could not retract.
But suddenly, there seemed to be some kind of hope. Jill started to think about Buddy's girl, the one he was trying to make a slave, the one he was trying to get to admit that she loved being a slave. She'd heard him mention her name, first and last.
Perhaps she could help this Wendy Waller, warning her about what would happen to a girl if she let her man enslave her. Perhaps she could call her and tell her what Buddy had in mind. That way, Wendy would be one up on him and she'd be able to fight it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dan could sense something different about Tracy that night, but he didn't know what it was. As they were eating dinner and he ran his foot up her bare leg, she didn't seem to be responding the way she usually did.
She just looked at him and smiled' a little bit.
That was not like his wife at all. Usually, when he'd do something like that, the she-demon would come right out. Once she'd been something of a naughty little girl, but he'd taught her how to channel all that energy into being something else.
What she was, he knew, was a dominatrix and that was the way he liked things to be. That was just the way he liked her to be.
She started to lick her lips a little bit, after he'd been rubbing his foot against her leg for a long enough time, but when she spoke, she seemed somewhat passive.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Dan," the brown-haired woman said. "I really don't. I don't feel it in me tonight."
"That's all right, Tracy," he said to her. "You know I don't mind."
"Don't you?" she asked and as she looked at him, she started to think back.
When she'd first met Dan, years ago, she'd been charmed completely. She'd always told her younger sister that she'd hear bells when the right man would pass her way and Dan seemed to make her head ring, as if a million churches were in her mind.
Back then, a girl didn't go to bed with a man during the first date and she wasn't about to let those standards change. She and Dan had a proper first date, where she kissed him tenderly, but gently, right on the lips.
He tried to do more, kissing her more passionately, attempting to thrust his tongue into her mouth, because he seemed to know that could fire up a woman, but she managed to pull away from him before he could get too heated.
Of course, she'd known that he was disappointed, but they made a second date. The fifth time they went out, she let him feel her breasts, but it was not until they were engaged that she went down on him.
And it was not until they were married that she let him make love to her. Dan seemed to want it beforehand, but he didn't press her hard enough to make her put out.
On the night of their honeymoon, he'd been in bed while she got ready in the bathroom, putting on one of the sexiest, frilliest nightgowns she'd ever worn. As she walked out of the bathroom, she could see how turned on he was.
"I don't know what you need that for," he'd said to her, as he pulled her closer and started to kiss her on the lips. He pushed her brown soft hair aside so he could move his tongue to her ear and lick her.
Then, as he started to lick further down, he untied her nightgown in the back and began to pull it off. He slid it down over her breasts and when she felt a man's mouth on her nipple for the very first time, she went crazy. She just loved the way his lips worked around her nipple while his tongue flicked and she felt her pussy starting to get wet long before he moved his mouth down there.
Tracy would never forget the way it was when he licked his way down to her pussy.
Of course, up until that time, she'd masturbated and she and her younger sister had even played a few games together. They would slide their fingers in and out of each other to see who could turn the other on faster.
Usually, she would win and sometimes, her sister never even got her turned on.
When she felt Dan's mouth working over her cunt for the first time, she started to think about all those times with her sister and even thought that might be the reason why she never got turned on.
She needed something more than fingers. She needed something like a mouth and her husband's mouth was sensational. Dan was naked on the bed as he ate her and as his tongue flicked her clit faster, she moved her fingers to his cock.
She had never felt a hard cock before that night and loved the way it felt. As she slid her palm up and down the shaft, her hand began to feel kind of velvety. She spit on her hand and moved it back down and it felt even better.
Tracy had really let him have his way with her, though she was not what you would have called a passive lady. She just lay back and let him move his mouth to her cunt and when he turned his body around so that his cock was near her mouth, she sucked on it, even though it was the first time.
Eventually, they were both lying on their sides and he was letting her slide her lips up and down his cock shaft as fast or as slow as she wanted to. He was also letting her take as much of him into her mouth as she wanted to, never forcing her head all the way down his shaft so that she might choke on him.
Tracy had appreciated that. Later in life, she would see films where women were forced to take a man all the way down, even if they didn't want to and she would hate the sight of it - or at least think that she hated the sight of it.
That first night with her husband, she sucked his cock off so that the come was pouring into her mouth and she liked the taste of it.
She kept him in her mouth even after she had come, so that his cock stayed nice and hard and then, he turned his body around.
Tracy would never forget the first fuck. She was so thrilled about having Dan's cock inside of her, that before he was even in all the way, she was coming. Then, as he thrust it deep into her, she started to moan and come louder. His shaft seemed to be making such perfect contact with her clit and the more he thrust, the more turned on she was, so that she was soon flowing.
If anything, it was her black-haired husband who had to slow down, because he didn't want to come inside of her so soon. He kept telling her how hot she was feeling and how he didn't want it to end so soon.
That was when he did something. He grabbed her buttocks, held each one firmly in each hand, then rolled over so that she was on top of him. She didn't really know what to do, until his hands began to push her up and down.
"Ride me this way for a while," he said to her. "I don't think I'll come. At least not yet. And you can keep making yourself come."
There had been something about that position that turned Tracy on. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be in control. It had been nice, lying back as he thrust in and out of her, but there had also been something so overpowering about it. With her legs pushed up over her head and him between them, she felt kind of smothered.
But on top, where she could move as fast or slow as she wanted, where she could look at him more clearly, where she was in better control of him than he was of her, she really loved it and she started to come harder.
They didn't talk about that for a few years, until they had to.
He didn't come in her that way, either. Instead, he rolled back over and soon, he was fucking her the way that he'd started. He was thrusting his cock in and out of her heated pussy at a nice fast rate.
Having felt the power of being on top, she didn't come as hard as she had beneath him the first time. She did come, but the orgasms were mild and when he exploded inside of her, she did like the way he felt.
For many years he continued to dominate her in bed. Not that she was totally passive, the way she knew some women could be. She did participate in sex and moved her body to let him know that she's enjoying it. Even when he was on top, she was still thrusting her heated cunt up and down against him.
As it turned out, that was not what she wanted. After they'd been married about four years, she was bored. Actually, Tracy knew that she'd been bored for about a year and a half before she even told him.
So, like any suburban couple trying to save their marriage, they went for some therapy. They seemed to be happy about everything, until it came to talking about their sex life. Then, she was nervous, but she did have to talk about it.
Dan was surprised to hear that she was not happy. She didn't know exactly what was wrong and since she had a few hang-ups and couldn't really talk about sex, there was no way that they could really find out what would turn her on.
They continued to go to therapy for a while. Then one day, she went by herself and felt a lot more loose. She was able to talk about the fact that she didn't like being on the bottom all the time and that she felt like he dominated her.
Her therapist had a suggestion which she carried out that night.
When Dan came home from work that night, she accused him of smothering her and always taking control. She told him that she was unhappy with him overpowering her all the time. The overpowering, she let him know, began in bed, but seemed to occur throughout every aspect of their relationship. She told him, therefore, that she was going to overpower him. At first, he seemed to be upset about it, but when she told him that their therapist had suggested it, he seemed more eager to see what it was all about.
She commanded him to strip and he did that. Then, she pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed them together with some cheap but solid handcuffs she'd purchased.
Once he was bound, she felt like she had an incredible amount of power. She started to strip for him and she pressed her pussy against his face as hard as she possibly could. At the same time, she was rubbing her naked foot over his cock and it was so easy to feel that his shaft was rock hard.
He started to moan louder as she pulled him to his feet and led him to the dining room, where she'd set one place for herself. He was only going to get her scraps, she let him know and as she was eating, she kept his face buried between her legs. When he'd eat her pussy right and turn her on, he was rewarded with food.
When he did not, he was usually slapped across the face.
Tracy would never forget that the first few times, he hated it. He cursed at her when she slapped him and told her that he would not stand for it. She, on the other hand, laughed and told him there was nothing he could do about it.
Later that night, she made up for all the slapping abuse. She pulled him into the living room and sat him down on the sofa.
She went down on him and when she had his cock hard, she pulled her mouth away. At first, he seemed to be angry, but when she let him know that she was going to sit on him and take him for a nice long ride, he seemed to love it.
That fuck had to be one of the best that they'd ever had. She rode his cock all the way up and down and he was throbbing most of the time. She really did ride him all the way up at certain points. She'd always remember the way she would sometimes slide her cunt all the way up his body, pulling herself off his hard cock, rubbing herself against his chest, then moving her cunt to his mouth.
She'd let him eat her for a few minutes and then, when she wanted to feel cock in her again, she'd start to sit back down.
Dan loved it. She knew that he was going crazy with lust. She'd usually pull her pussy off his cock just when she thought he was about to throb too hard, hard enough where she thought he was going to come.
And even though she'd slide all the way up his body and move her cunt to his mouth, leaving his about-to-shoot dick in the air, he still liked it because she was moving to his mouth and he loved to eat her.
That fucking went on for the longest time and when she finally decided to let him come inside of her, it was incredible. His cock throbbed harder than she could ever remember it throbbing and then she felt the come shooting out of him with such force. It was unlike any other fuck they'd had between them.
Tracy freed him that night and let him make love to her the way that he wanted to, just because she didn't want him to be mad at her. And that night, they learned that they both liked it when she was in control.
Even though he seemed to get into a nice steady thrusting rate, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, he seemed to like it best when he rolled over and pulled her on top to let her do all the riding.
Tracy would always remember that he was the one, too, who started to buy her all the leather gear. She never would have thought of doing something like that on her own, but he decided to buy her a corset.
Then he decided to buy her a whip and a few straps, all of which she used on him. They would usually do it once a week, on a Friday night, when she would dress up in her corset and meet him at the door.
She was always one hundred per cent in command. When and if he ever said anything to displease her, she would slap him across the face hard. She would sometimes even use the whip on him to make him squirm.
It was a Friday night as they were eating dinner. When he'd walked into the apartment this evening, he'd been a little bit surprised to find her dressed in her normal clothing. He asked her why she wasn't wearing her corset and she didn't really answer him. She just shrugged it off.
Now, as they were eating dinner and he was rubbing his foot up and down her leg, something that would normally infuriate her when she was dominating him, she didn't seem to mind it at all. She just kept right on eating.
"Tracy, you have to let me know what's wrong," he said to her. "I have to be able to help you. I can tell that all is not right."
"I don't know what it is," she said to him.
"I think you're lying to me, Tracy. I know that you're lying."
"You fucking bastard. Don't you accuse me of lying to you. I'll break your fucking neck the next time you do something like that."
It was the old Tracy coming out, he thought, but she didn't sustain it. After her outburst, she even apologized to him, telling him that she was sorry about the way she'd just exploded, begging his forgiveness.
Of course he did forgive her.
That night, when they were in bed, she lay on her back looking up at the ceiling. He rolled over on his side, his hard cock pressing against her thigh and as he moved his palm up and down her body, she hardly seemed to respond. He could feel the way her nipple was stiff, but when he plucked at it, she didn't even moan.
He could also feel the way her pussy was wet when he slid his hand down there.
"Do you want me to make love to you?" he asked her. "Do you?"
"If you want to," she said, which was not what he expected from her at all.
She spread her legs for him and he moved between them. He started to rub his cock against her pussy lips and as he was doing it, she thrust up a little bit. He noticed the way she moved her hands up over her head and held onto the headboard.
Dan was really horny and he knew there was no way he could stop what he'd started. His cock was throbbing like crazy now and he just had to fuck her.
He slammed himself all the way into her and as he did, he could hear her moaning just a little bit. He looked at the way she had her eyes clenched shut and though she wasn't thrusting up to meet him, she did move her body a little.
He felt her pussy spasming mildly, but she never really did have a huge surging orgasm. The spasms seemed to stay at the same mild level.
Dan thought about slowing down, so that he wouldn't come right away and he would be able to keep thrusting for a while. He thought that he might even be able to turn her on, but soon decided that it was hopeless.
He kept thrusting until he was coming inside of her. As he looked at her face, he thought that he could see a look of disgust. It was something that he didn't particularly like seeing, as he liked some kind of a response.
He finished fucking her and pulled right out. Then, as he rolled onto his back and lay there, he started to speak softly.
"I hope it's not happening again, Tracy. I sure as hell hope that it's not happening all over again. I'll be real pissed off if it is."
"If what is?" she asked him, keeping her eyes shut.
"I seem to remember that you were like this before. Years ago. You have to remember it also. I know that you have to remember it. You weren't getting turned on and you told me that you were bored. We went through that therapy."
"Of course I remember," she said to him.
"Well, you'd better not let that happen again," he said. "Really."
She sat up then and looked at him. He could tell that she was angry and in some ways, he was happy about it. Her anger might channel into some kind of dominant attitude, he was thinking. Or at least he was hoping.
"You fucking unconcerned bastard," she screamed at him. "You can drop dead for all I care. You know that? You can fucking drop dead."
He tried to grab her hand as she slid off the bed, but she slapped it away. He heard her slamming the bathroom door closed, then heard her crying behind it.
As far as Tracy was concerned, he could not have said anything worse than what he said to her. Yes, things were wrong. And yes, maybe they might have to go back for some therapy, because she felt horrible.
It had all started with a phone call that morning. It was from her younger sister, who had a few things to talk to her about.
It seemed that her younger sister had had a man over the other afternoon and when she didn't fulfill all his needs, he tied her up in the shower.
"I bought some of those things because I thought I'd like to try them. I didn't even know he saw them. He must have thought I planted them. Anyway, he tied me up and made me his slave, making me service him. And now he wants to do it again and he wants me to admit that I love it."
"Did you like it?" she had asked her sister.
"Yes. I think so. I think I really did. But I don't understand why. I don't. You don't do anything like that, do you, Tracy?"
"No," Tracy had told her. But she had started to think.
She liked the idea of it. She liked the idea of being totally passive and the one way to achieve that was to be bound. She liked the idea of it a hell of a lot.
And then, Tracy heard something else her sister said.
"Some woman called me today and tried to warn me against it. She says a lot of it has to do with a person's childhood experiences."
"Oh my God, Wendy," Tracy had said then. "Oh my God. Oh my God."
"What is it, Tracy?" Wendy had asked and as she moaned, Tracy was starting to think about being bound and she was getting turned on at the same time she was crying.
"I remember," Tracy had moaned. "I remember. I remember."
CHAPTER SIX
Tracy sat in the bathroom crying, even though Dan kept knocking on the door. She was glad when he finally gave up and hoped that he'd be asleep by the time she got into bed. She was scared. Her whole body was shaking.
When she and Dan had first gone for therapy and she seemed too hung up to talk about sex, the psychiatrist had said something to her about her first experience. He wanted to know what had happened, but she didn't seem to be able to recall.
The doctor insisted that she had some kind of mental block. He was so sure that something must have happened to cause this mental block. For the longest time, Tracy was able to keep that block up, almost like a wall.
But that afternoon, when she'd been talking to Wendy, it all started to come back to her. The whole thing. And deep down, she was hoping that Wendy wouldn't remember it. She was hoping that her sister might not have ever seen it, too.
As she sat in the bathroom, she could feel the way her body was trembling, so she reached for a large bath towel, pulled it around herself and sat there.
Tracy was ten years older than her sister Wendy and in many ways, she'd been Wendy's mother, because their mother had died at an early age. But when Tracy was thirteen, she saw her mother and father together.
She and her friends had talked about sex at school, though she really wasn't too sure of what it was all about. She knew that a lot of them just liked to talk even when they didn't know what they were talking about. It had something to do with the slit between a woman's legs and the long pole between a man's.
But one night, she actually saw something going on. It started when Wendy began to cry in her room. Tracy and her sister slept in the same room and once Wendy was up, she was up, too. She slid out of her bed, across to her sister's and started to comfort her a little bit, hugging and massaging her.
"What is it?" she asked and then there was silence. Suddenly, a kind of groaning broke the silence. It sounded like it was coming from their parent's bedroom.
Wendy began to sob again and Tracy told her that everything had to be all right. She told her to go back to sleep and pull the pillow over her head. Wendy followed Tracy's advice and when Tracy saw that her sister was sleeping again, she snuck out of the room and walked down the hall to see what was going on.
The bedroom door was closed, but she could hear the groaning even louder just by standing outside of the door. As her mother seemed to be trying to muffle a scream and the sound she made was loud enough, Tracy slowly turned the doorknob and looked into the room. She had forgotten what she saw, for so many years, but now, in the bathroom, it all started to come back to her.
Her mother was lying back on the bed. Her ass was lifted up in the air and her father was between the woman's legs. The thrusting of the pole in and out of the slit was the thing Tracy's friends always talked about.
However, she saw how hard he was doing it. Each time he thrust in, his groin seemed to make such a loud slapping sound against her thighs. After a few thrusts, he'd ram himself in all the way and hold himself. It was then that he'd lean over and start to slap her across the face, rather hard. When he slapped her, she groaned in pain and her large breasts heaved up and down.
At first, Tracy was a little bit confused. She had seen her father slap her mother a few times and also saw the way the woman would fight back. Sometimes, her mother actually hit him back and at other times, she screamed at him, cursing him out.
That time, in bed, she didn't seem to do anything. At first, Tracy thought it might be because of his pole inside of her. She thought that it could have had some magical effect on her mother. Or maybe he was being so brutal with it that her mother was afraid to say anything back.
The girl realized something was really wrong when she saw her father taking a razor from the night table. He started to move the blade toward her mother's nipple, moving it around in a circular motion. As her mother tried to hold her breath, nothing really happened, but when she exhaled and the breast heaved upward, the razor seemed to cut into the flesh, because there was blood.
Tracy thought the blood was as red as her mother's nipple.
"See, you bitch," he told her. "No matter how much you protest, no matter how much you try to convince me that men and women are equal, there's no way that you can. A man is stronger, physically and because that's the case, he's the master. He can turn his woman into a submissive bitch."
"You bastard," Tracy remembered her mother saying. "You never would have gotten me this way if you hadn't drugged me and you know it."
"You're full of shit, bitch. Full of it. Up to your fucking ears." As he spoke, he was slapping her face with his other hand. "I could have overpowered you no matter what and there wouldn't of been anything you could have done about it."
He started to slide the razor up near her neck, but he didn't press hard enough.
As he held it there, Tracy was so sure he was going to slit her throat and she knew that had to be what was going on in her mother's mind as well. She could see the way her mother was trying not to breathe in the slightest, because any upward movement on her part surely would have caused the razor to slice.
He laughed about the whole thing. He even started to thrust again, as if he was hoping to move her body by slamming his into her. He started to slide the razor a little bit later and as he was sliding it up her arm, Tracy saw it.
Her mother's hands had been pulled between two of the brass poles on the headboard and it looked like he might have tied her wrists together on the other side. There were times when she was trying to pull her wrists free, but she could not.
It looked like he might have just used a handkerchief, but he'd done good work.
"You're just a submissive bitch who's full of shit, but we'll see if that's really the case," he'd said to his wife.
And as he said it, he started to pull his cock out of her pussy. Tracy saw the way the pole looked so wet, covered with a glistening kind of cream. When he pushed her mother's legs up over her head, then buried his face near her buttocks, the young girl was not sure of what he was doing.
But then, she heard her mother grunting a little bit.
"No, not my ass. You can't do that to me. Not with that thing."
He pulled his head up for a second, slapped her face, then spoke in one of the most angry tones she'd ever heard him using.
"Look, bitch, you're going to get it no matter what. Now I want to hear you begging me for it, because that'll turn me on even more."
"Begging for something I don't want? No way. I won't do it for you."
He slapped her harder than ever, then moved his hand to her throat. He pressed it there hard and she started to gag. Tracy was so sure he was going to choke her to death, but then she heard her mother groaning.
"All right, baby, whatever you want. Whatever you want."
"Tell me that you "want me in your ass, bitch. Beg me. And call me Master. That makes my cock throb even more. That's what I want to hear you saying. Got it?"
"Yes, Master," she groaned. "Yes, Master. Eat my ass. Eat it, Master. And get it nice and wet so you can stick it in me. Anything to please the Master."
Before she even finished her submissive begging, he was moving his mouth back down to her ass and he was licking her. Tracy saw the way he flicked his tongue back and forth so fast. She also noticed the way he slapped her mother's ass every once in a while and when he did that, she seemed to groan.
But after a time, she was thrusting herself up against his face and Tracy didn't really understand that. She was so sure that her mother didn't like him doing those things and yet the woman was submitting.
Every so often, he'd hold his hand near his mouth and when enough of his dripping saliva landed on his palm, he started to rub it all over his shaft. It glistened even more by the time he was moving it toward her ass.
Tracy would never forget it now that it was coming back to her. He pressed the super thick head of his cock against her asshole and as she started to cry and her body seemed to be heaving, he gave her a look. The look had to be enough to let her know what she wanted and her voice trembled as she said it.
"Ram it into me. Ram it. Do it as hard as you want. Just do it, Master. I want to feel you inside of my asshole. I want to feel you so badly. Fuck it. Fuck it."
As he did slam himself into her, she bit her lower lip, so hard that she made herself bleed. Tracy saw the way her body started to contort a little bit and as he held her hips, he was thrusting hard.
He started to slap her ass each time he pulled himself back and after a while, Tracy began to realize that her body was being abused. She could see marks on her mother's flesh. Some of the marks were black and blue - others were red from blood and swellings. Yet she continued to moan and beg him to keep fucking her.
Tracy didn't know about men and the way the cocks would throb before the come shot out of it. She did see the way her father's hairy chest started to sweat and heard the way he was groaning louder.
At that point, she heard her mother whispering about being split open and didn't really know what that was all about. He did start to come in her asshole - she knew that now and as he was coming, he moved his mouth to one of her tits and started to grind his teeth around her nipple.
Luckily, when Tracy closed the door, they were still both groaning, so neither one heard them. When she went back into her bedroom, she realized that Wendy was not asleep. Her little sister asked her what was going on and she said nothing.
However, during the next few months, Tracy would hear it often. She'd hear the same kind of groaning and sometimes loud flesh slapping flesh sounds. Though she knew what was going on, there never seemed to be any reason to go and watch it again. Each time she heard the sounds, the vision of what she'd seen stayed clear in her mind.
Her mother died when she was almost fifteen. A few of her boyfriends had tried to take advantage of her before that time, but she'd never gone all the way with any of them. She was not that kind of girl.
Then, one night when she was fifteen, her father told her that Wendy was going to be sleeping in the room upstairs and she was to sleep in the den. Tracy didn't know why he wanted her sleeping down there and when she asked, he slapped her across the face harder than he'd ever hit her.
As she slept on the sofa bed that night, she was twisting and turning around. She thought that it was so uncomfortable. But deep down, she was thinking about some other things. Her father had been very drunk that night when he insisted that she sleep downstairs on the sofa. He had talked to her in a kind of voice that made her entire body tremble. As if he had plans.
Sure enough, she heard him moving around the den that night. She felt him pulling her hands out from under the covers and she woke up.
"Daddy, what do you think you're doing?" she asked him, because he was trying to bind her wrists together with some leather straps. She managed to pull her hand away before he could tighten it.
He was also stark naked. She'd never seen his hairy body so close. She could smell a certain odor about him that was making her sick. And when her hand brushed against it, she felt his hard cock for the first time.
"Need a submissive bitch to make it with," he was saying and from the tone of his voice, he was drunk all right. "Mother's dead, so daughter's gotta take over. That's all there is to it. That's the way it's gotta be."
She couldn't believe him. She tried to slap him and that only made him more angry and made him hit her right back. When he tried to tie her hands together again, he pulled on her arms even harder than he had before. She knew that there was no way she'd be able to fight back. He was just too strong for her.
He started to tie the strap, as tight as he possibly could. She even felt the way her hands were throbbing after only a few minutes and though she did groan about it, he didn't seem to care one way or the other.
He just started to move his mouth down near her neck. He kissed her and he was ripping at her nightie at the same time. He ripped the thing right off her body and his hands began to press all over her flesh.
Tracy sobbed into the bath sheet as she thought about it. Now she realized why certain years of her life had been blocked from her mind. Now she knew why she had this deep-seated hatred for her father. She even started to understand why his death had come more as a blessing than anything else and why she hadn't cried.
His hands had clawed at her flesh. His fingers had gouged into her breasts and the marks that they left stayed for a few days, because the nails were long and they just cut right into her.
When he moved his mouth down to one of her breasts, his lips started to open and close around her nipple. At first, it felt nice because his mouth was warm and his tongue was even flicking back and forth. But when he started to open his teeth and then close them around her, she hated it.
Her nipple was sore then and her whole body started to throb with pain.
By that time, he'd already wrenched her legs as wide apart as he could.
He was rubbing his hard cock there, just by pressing his body down against her. When she felt the way his cock head almost entered her, she hated it. She wasn't even wet between her legs, because she was so scared.
"I want you to beg me to eat you," he said to her.
She didn't even know what he was talking about, but when he said it and she first shook her head no, he punched her across the face. He didn't just slap her with his open hand. He balled his fingers into a fist and punched her so hard that her head was ringing as she repeated his words.
As she felt her legs being pushed up over her head, she was thinking that he was going to do to her ass what he'd once done to her mother. Instead, he moved his mouth down to her cunt and started to lick her.
The heat of his breath felt really nice, but that was all that felt nice. His hands were squeezing her buttocks and once again, like he'd done with her tits, his nails were digging into her flesh, causing her to squirm.
After a short time, she did feel the way she was getting wetter inside and she didn't think it was because of her pussy. She'd masturbated a few times at that age and knew what it felt like to spasm and get wet.
The wetness inside of her was from her father's dripping saliva. He was starting to spit into her. Each time he'd drive his tongue into her, he'd drive it in covered with saliva at the tip and that saliva started to line her walls.
Even when he moved his finger in and out of her, she thought he was doing it to get her walls wetter, deeper inside of her body. She was relaxing into his tongue and fingers a little bit, but it all came to an end when he lifted his head up.
"Now beg to get my dick, you bitch," he said to her. "Beg for it. I want to hear you begging. This is the dick that made you, bitch. It made you when I fucked your mother's hot little pussy. Hot little pussy. I need a hot pussy. Now beg for it, bitch. I wanna hear you begging your fucking tits off for it."
She opened her mouth and started to beg for his cock, only because her head was still ringing a little bit and she remembered the way he punched her when she didn't do what he wanted her to do the last time.
As she repeated his words, he started to ease himself into her. He seemed to know that it was going to hurt, at least enough to make her scream. As he slid back just a little bit, readying himself for the initial hard thrust, he moved his hand to her mouth and pushed it down fiercely.
She could hardly even breathe because his hand was so large and covered her nose and mouth. As he did, he slammed himself in.
Tracy could almost feel that same ripping pain as she sat in her bathroom, wrapped in the large bath sheet. It was something she had forgotten, but now she remembered.
She could feel that ripping pain inside of her body as he entered her. He had to break her virginity and when she felt him deep inside of her, she remembered the way her mother had once groaned about being split open. She knew what that was all about now, because she felt as if she was ripped open.
Her father hadn't even rested to let her get used to his thick cock. Once he was inside of her, he seemed to think that she was coming because of all the wetness which was really his saliva. He started to ram himself in and out of her at a nice steady rate and she could feel her head spinning like crazy.
She started to cry, but he didn't seem to care. As she opened her eyes and looked up at him, she could see him leering down at her. His mouth was dripping with saliva and his eyes were so eager and large that they seemed to be popping right out of his head. She closed her eyes after that.
He pressed his chest down on top of her tits and though there was a heat to the warm furry body on top of her, she still hated it. He had this sickening smell about him. She'd smelled his boozy breath before, but this was worse.
Later in life, she'd smell it again and it wouldn't bother her so much. It was the sex smell of a male that she hated those first few times.
When he started to throb inside of her, she could feel herself being stretched even more and then she felt the spurts of warm cream inside of her pussy. They made her feel a little bit better, especially when he kept moving, more slowly at that point and the cream was smeared all over her cunt walls.
He untied her after that and as he was leaving the den, she spoke softly.
"You bastard. I hate you for what you did. I'll always hate you."
He turned back, grabbed her by her hair, then whispered softly.
"Then it makes no difference. If you'll always hate me, you can't hate me anymore than you already do. So I'll have you again. As often as I wish. You got a good pussy, girl and that's just what I need. And you're the submissive bitch for me."
As Tracy thought about it, she knew that she really hadn't been the submissive bitch for him, though she had been submissive. There had been nothing else she could do in the situation she was in. She was too young to leave him and too scared to talk to anyone about what had happened.
After all, were she to have told someone, she and Wendy would have been taken away from him and put in a home. He'd told her that so many times. He'd told her that there were no relatives they could go and live with and were she to tell anyone about what happened something might happen to him.
"Think of your little sister," he would tell her all the time. "Think about her. You might be able to adjust to being in a home, but she's so young. She'd hate it. And she'd be there for the rest of her life."
She was fifteen the first time that it happened and seventeen the last time that it happened. During those two years, he took her as often as he liked. She always had some idea of when it would happen.
He would usually tell her to sleep in the den on the nights he planned to take her, but every so often, he wouldn't come down. She thought that he must have gotten too drunk up in his room to do anything. Still, she wouldn't sleep those nights, even if he never made it down, because she'd be trembling in the sofa-bed, thinking that he might be there at any moment.
Once, Tracy remembered now, she hadn't slept in the den like he told her to. Instead, she stayed in the room that she and Wendy shared and locked the door from the inside.
She woke up when Wendy was crying and heard him pounding on the door. At first, she wasn't going to open it, but it seemed like he was going to break it down. Also, Tracy was just scared for her sister. Wendy was screaming hysterically and she didn't want him to lay a hand on her.
When she walked to the bedroom door to open it, he pushed it open, grabbed her and pulled her out of the room. Later, she'd tell Wendy that he was drunk and she just had to talk with him until he went to sleep.
That was, of course, a lie. How could she tell her six-year-old sister that her father was raping her? How could she? She couldn't and she never did.
When she was seventeen, she went off to college and for some reason, she never really thought about those years from age fourteen to seventeen. It was almost as if they didn't happen. Now, she seemed to know why.
It all seemed to make so much sense.
Tracy knew now that a part of her felt guilty, leaving the house and leaving Wendy all alone with him. She didn't really think that he would try to lay a hand on her. She didn't think that he'd touch such a young thing. But there was a possibility.
She'd thought about that before going away to college and as far as she had been concerned, it was every girl for herself. She had to get out of the house and she did.
After her talk with Wendy, when she started to cry about remembering, she was wondering if he might have ever laid a hand on her. She had never heard Wendy talk so honestly about sex, but Wendy had said that a part of her wanted this man to tie her up and abuse her. But Wendy was still confused.
Tracy was not. When she first married Dan, it was as if sex was new to her. She played the part of a virgin and the two of them explored. At first, they were both giving equally to their sexual sessions. Then, after a time, it seemed like she needed to dominate him and that was what they did.
Today, she realized that was no longer going to work for them. She realized that deep down, she wanted to be dominated. Deep down, she wanted Dan to tie her up. She wanted to be submissive again, perhaps to relive it and see what it was like.
And she was so sure that was the reason Wendy wanted to be tied. She was so sure that her father had gotten her little sister, too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wendy had something of a block when it came to her childhood, too. She couldn't remember her first experience at all, but on this evening, she wasn't even thinking about her first experience. There was too much confusion in the present to even begin dealing with the past and she wanted to sort out that confusion.
Buddy was going to be coming over soon and though she was sure he wanted to tie her up again, she didn't know if she wanted it to happen.
The young girl was sitting in her apartment sipping wine as she started to think about her first encounter with him. It was true, she had been playing her naughty girl game with him and as a result, he'd tied her up.
She thought about that encounter in the shower. As he'd been fucking her, she'd been terrified and stimulated, at the exact same time. A part of her had wanted him to stop, but part of her wanted it to go on.
What she could not do, no matter what, was admit that she liked it. True, she had come really hard and when he'd filled her, she'd come harder. That meant she liked it, to a certain degree, but she couldn't come out and say it.
As she sipped some more wine, she decided that she'd smoke a joint with it. For some reason, she was so nervous about this date.
He'd called her many times, asking her out and she had told him no. After her talk with Tracy, however, she decided to say yes and she still didn't know why. She thought about her talk and how Tracy seemed to remember something. And yet, when questioned further, Tracy wouldn't tell her what it was she remembered.
Wendy looked under the club chair and saw the leather straps that were there.
She still didn't understand why she had bought them. She did know that she'd left them there, hoping some man might see them and decide to tie her up. When it had happened, however, she couldn't admit that to herself - couldn't admit that she'd left them there for that reason. More than anything else, she could not admit to the man that she had left them there.
The man in this case was Buddy. He'd told her that if she didn't want to be tied, she never would have had those things out.
The joint helped to relax her and she started to think about the day when she'd purchased the leather straps. She'd been walking down the street past one of those peep show places and she just had to stop in. She'd never seen anything like that before and the idea of it aroused her.
Outside of the little booths there were all sorts of pictures from the films that were being shown. Wendy had been so surprised to see all the different kinds of things that people were into. She saw one film where a girl was making it with a dog. Actually, she just saw the stills outside, but had no interest to step into the booth.
There was another one where a girl was having some man pee on her. Wendy could not, for the life of her, imagine the thrill of that.
But then, as she'd walked toward another booth, she saw something.
There was a lovely blonde white girl with her arms strapped to her side. It looked like they had used leather straps to bind her arms to her side. Each hand was strapped to a thigh and standing near her were two men. One was white and one was black and both had hard cocks near her mouth.
Something about this photo made her decide to go into the booth. She went to get change for her dollar and decided to get change for two, just in case she didn't get to see the entire film. As she closed the door, she locked it, thinking that some horny men might get the wrong idea and step into the booth with her.
As she put the first quarter in, the film began. The girl was already bound at that point, the way she was in the picture. The white man was shoving his cock in and out of her mouth. He was not naked yet. He had on pants, but his pants were open.
The black man was also dressed. His mouth was between the girl's legs and as they showed him flicking his tongue out against her cunt, she was thrusting it up and down a little bit against his face. She was moaning really loud at the same time. The film was one of the ones with sound.
The white man thrust his cock in and out of her mouth even faster as he stood over her and there were times when he tried to shove his balls into her mouth along with the huge shaft that was already there.
Soon, he pulled out of her mouth and as the black man stood up, the two of them lifted their bound prey and carried her toward a table. They threw her down on her back, so her head and her pussy were hanging off the edges of the table.
Suddenly, the film stopped and the lights went on in the booth. Wendy immediately stuck another quarter into the slot.
After she did that, she sat down on the seat provided. She started to pull her skirt up a little bit, because what she was watching seemed to be making her cunt nice and wet. She didn't really understand why, but part of her wanted to be in that white girl's place, with the two men using her.
She had never even though about letting a black man take her before and as she saw the way he started to strip off his clothing and move his cock to the girl's open mouth, she still didn't think she wanted a black man. His cock was larger than the cock on the white man, yet he seemed to be able to ram it all the way down the bound girl's throat no matter what, causing her to choke.
The white man was starting to thrust his dick into her pussy. As he did, you could hear the loud sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Wendy liked the way it looked as the white man was slammming himself in and out of the bound blonde's pussy. She hardly even realized how her fingers were inside of her panties at the time. Her cunt lips were soaking wet and she was sliding her digits in and out, rubbing them over her hard clit.
Soon the two men changed position and even though the girl seemed to groan louder as the black man entered her pussy, there was nothing she could do.
"You bound bitch," the black man was saying to her. "Hot bound bitch with a heated pussy hole. Heated to make my cock tingle. I love it."
At the sound of those words, Wendy felt her pussy spasming harder than it had in such a long time. She could hear the girl groaning more as the black man was thrusting, but the groans were muffled a little bit on the cock in her mouth.
As the film stopped and the lights came back on, she pulled a sticky come covered finger out of her pussy and put another quarter in. The fucking continued as the girl was slapped around. Suddenly, there was a cut.
They were at the point that she'd seen in the picture. The bound girl was sitting up and both men had their cocks near her mouth.
Each one was jerking on his own cock and the girl was moaning. The black man had his fingers inside of her and he was wiggling her clit back and forth really fast. They showed close-ups of that and Wendy loved the way it looked.
Soon, both of the men were coming near the girl's mouth. They didn't actually come in her mouth, though she did have her mouth open and the cock heads were there. They seemed to both shoot onto her tongue and she didn't swallow the cream.
She just let the cream drip out of her mouth and some of the white stuff seemed to land all over her heaving tit. She was moaning loudest as they came.
The film ended there and Wendy's fingers were still working her pussy over. As the light came up in the booth, she quickly put another quarter in. She had to see what happened at the beginning of the film.
It was called "The Intruders" and it began with the blonde in bed. She was lying there naked, tossing and turning in her sleep. She had her eyes closed as she ran her fingers all the way down her body. She moved them to her own pussy and began to stroke herself nice and gently. She held her fingers steady and thrust her own cunt up and down against them, moaning loud.
Then they cut to the two men. They were looking in her window. They were both smiling as the girl licked her lips. The white man was rubbing his crotch.
The girl was moaning really loud and Wendy started to moan a little bit as she kept coming. The two men slid the window open and began to climb in.
Wendy had to put in another quarter, but she was getting better and better at it. There seemed to be a kind of clicking just before the film would stop and she had the next quarter near the slot before the film ended and the lights came up.
The black man was taking the leather strap out' of his pocket. It was so long. As they started to pull the girl into a sitting position, she opened her eyes and opened her mouth to scream, but the white man covered it.
Wendy loved the part when they started to strap her. They wound the leather around her arms, strapping them to her side. Of course, that meant wrapping the leather tightly around her tits as well. When it came to her thighs and her hands, they took two new straps, so that her legs could be spread.
By that time, the girl was no longer trying to scream. They'd cut to shots of the white man fingering her pussy as the black man was tying the leather and though she seemed to want to get out of it, she was thrusting.
His fingers were turning her on enough to keep her from screaming.
Wendy sat through the rest of the film all over again. She had to see the part where the two men came near her mouth. She also liked the way they lifted her up and threw her over a table, so that each man could fuck a hole in her body.
When the film ended for a second time, Wendy pulled her panties up, pulled her skirt down, then stepped out of the booth. She was all ready to leave the peep parlor when she passed another booth.
In that one, the girl was tied to the bedposts of her bed. Her legs were raised up so that her ass was off the bed and she seemed to have her feet tied to something in the air. Wendy had to know what it was, so she got change of another dollar.
As it turned out, there was a chain connected to the ceiling and the leather straps around the girl's feet had been pulled through the chain and tied there.
Wendy watched that whole film, too and really loved it.
This one had no sound, but it was easy to make out what was happening.
It began with a handsome black haired man pushing this redheaded girl into the bedroom where she would be tied. Her hands were already bound behind her back and she had on a gag and a blindfold, leading Wendy to suspect that she'd been kidnapped.
As the man untied her hands, but kept her blindfold and gag on, he started to tell her to do something. She tried to pull away from his grip, but she could not see where she was going. When she tried to pull off the blindfold, he slapped her.
Then, he ripped at her skirt. She was wearing panties and stockings under her skirt and his hand moved to her panties. Then, he started to rip them off.
He grabbed her free hand, pushed her back on the bed, then moved her fingers to her own pussy. He seemed to want to see her playing with herself and as she started to do that, he was rubbing his crotch.
She slid her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her pubic patch was a nice strawberry blonde color and Wendy liked the way her cunt lips got so wet. She did stop to wonder if a girl in this kind of situation would get turned on so easily and though she doubted anyone would, she knew that the people in these films were paid actors. Though the girl might have been playing the part of a kidnapped victim, she was not really the victim of a kidnapping. Therefore, her pussy was responding.
The man did not pull the blindfold off the girl until he had his pants open and his cock was hard as a rock, sticking right out of the open pants. Then he let her see it and he started to laugh. He pulled the gag out of her mouth and when he tried to move his cock to her mouth, she tried to pull away.
Wendy saw the way he started to slap her a little bit.
As she still struggled to try and free herself, he was ripping at her blouse and soon he had her stripped except for the stockings.
He threw the weight of his body down on top of hers and he started to pull her arms up over her head. Though she tried to hit him a few times on the back and managed to do so, it didn't seem to make a difference.
He was still too strong for her and once he had her hands tied up over her head, he started to slide down her body.
The man reached for two leather straps and tied one around each foot. Then, he stood up on a ladder and pulled the end of the straps through the chain that was hanging from the ceiling. He looked down at her as he pulled the straps, so that he could see how high up he was raising her off the bed.
When her ass was up off the bed, he tied the end of the straps.
Then he started to pull off all his clothing. He had a hairy body, which was the kind of body that Wendy liked to look at and play with the most. His balls were really huge. As he moved toward the bed, he rammed his cock into her mouth.
That time, she had no choice. Though she tried to turn her head in the other direction, away from his cock, he just pulled her hair, forcing her to turn to take him into her mouth. He started to thrust hard, letting his hand slide down over her flesh at the same time. He played with her nipples, pulling on them gently.
The camera seemed to stay between her legs for a long time when he moved his fingers down there and started to massage her pussy. His spread her cunt lips with two of his fingers and used a middle one to wiggle her clit back and forth.
She seemed to get into it a little bit more, Wendy could tell.
She started to thrust her pussy up and down against his fingers and when they showed her sucking his cock again, she was doing it much more eagerly. He didn't even have to thrust that much, nor was he holding her head up. Instead, she was holding her head up herself and sliding her mouth rapidly, up and down his shaft.
He moaned really loud and then he pulled out of her mouth.
As he started to jerk himself, Wendy knew that he was going to come. It was only the second time she'd seen a man coming on film. The two men she'd seen in the other peep booth were the first two men she'd seen coming.
Wendy did wonder why the men never came in the woman's mouth or in her cunt, but she figured it all out. If they came inside, you couldn't see it on film.
His come began to fly out of his cock and she had her mouth wide open so that she could catch some of it on her tongue. Most of his come shot onto her face and it was dripping down on her cheeks and her chin.
They cut to him moving between her legs. He started to rub his cock against her cunt and when she turned her head away and protested, he slapped her ass. Wendy felt the way her buttocks tingled a little bit as she saw the man in the film slapping the ass of her bound victim and she wondered if she would like to be slapped, too.
The man's cock was hard again. Wendy saw the way he started to hold himself at the base, rubbing the thick dripping head of his dick over her cunt lips. Every so often, she would thrust up against him.
Then, he rammed himself into her. He was sliding his hands up and down her upraised bound legs as he fucked her cunt. At first, she didn't seem to like it, but there was one shot later that let Wendy know the girl was loving it.
The shot showed her from the tits up. She had her eyes closed and she was licking her lips like crazy. At the same time, her large tits seemed to be bouncing around, because of the way the man's thrusting was forcing her body to jerk around on the bed.
Wendy thought it looked so great when the woman was licking her lips like that. There was no longer any come on her face and though the blonde girl wondered what happened to it, she realized that they must have taken time between the man's first orgasm and his second one. During that time, they must have wiped her face.
Once again, the blonde had been watching the peep show with her fingers inside of her own panties. She hardly even realized that was what she was doing until she pulled them out and saw how wet they were.
The film with the bound redhead ended when the man pulled his hard come coated dick out of her pussy and started to slide his hand up and down the shaft. The white cream began to spurt out all over the woman's cunt patch and Wendy did like the way it looked as the come drops rested there.
It wasn't until she stepped out of the booth again and walked to the front of the store that she saw something which struck her fancy. Hanging up on one wall was a leather whip. It was not the largest whip she'd ever seen, but she did like the looks of it and seeing it there made her body tingle.
She asked the man behind the counter if she could see it and when he pulled it down and let her touch it, she felt the tingling even more.
She started to describe what she'd seen in the back booth and asked him if he had any kind of leather straps like the ones she'd seen. He smiled, then pulled out this large box and let her look inside of it.
There were more straps than she ever would have imagined and she pulled out three of them and told him she'd buy them and the whip.
The moment she'd left the store, she wondered why she had done it. She didn't really know if she could let a man use them on her." She knew that she'd be a little bit too scared to let something like that happen. After all, you had to know a man for a long time before you could trust him to do something like that and even if you did trust a man, once you were tied, he could do whatever he wanted.
When she got home with her leathers, she stripped as she sat on the living room floor. She started to rub the straps over her flesh and loved the way her skin tingled under the feeling of leather.
As she rubbed the whip handle near her pussy, she felt her cunt getting wetter by the second and when she started to come hard, she knew there was something about the leather feeling that stimulated her.
She'd made herself come two or three times and then there had been a knock at the door. She'd thrown the leather straps and whip under the club chair, thinking that whoever it was wouldn't see them there.
It turned out to be a neighbor wanting to borrow some milk, which Wendy had. Later that day, she'd showered and when she walked into the living room and noticed the leather gear where she'd left it, she decided not to touch it again.
It had been sitting there for about three days before she met Buddy in the restaurant. During each one of these days when she'd come, she would see the leather and think about hiding everything in a drawer. However, she just decided to leave it there.
She knew that on occasion she asked a man home and even thought about it.
She knew that a man might get certain ideas were he to see all of that leather gear hidden under her chair and though that thought went through her head a few times, she still never moved anything.
And Buddy had gotten the idea. It was almost like a fantasy come true, if she had really wanted it. It was one thing to think about it and quite another for it to actually happen to her. She was still so confused about her first time with him.
Wendy was even more confused about the phone call she'd gotten from some girl named Jill - a girl she hardly even knew.
"I looked your name up in the phone book," Jill said. "You are the girl who met this man named Buddy a few days ago, aren't you?"
"Yes," she had said to Jill.
"Well, I know that he had a good time. I was at a friend's house when he told him about tying you up. He said that he loved it and ... "
"Who is this? What the hell are you talking about?" Wendy had screamed, because she didn't want this stranger to think it really happened. She wanted to act like it had never happened, particularly with some stranger on the. phone.
"Look, there's no reason to try and hide it. I know that it happened," Jill had said to her. "I know that he wants to do it again, also. And he said that he wants to make you admit that you liked it. He knows that you'll get off even more if you'll just admit that you liked it. My boyfriend made me admit it."
"Well, I don't know what you're talking about," Wendy had said, hanging up.
But of course, she did. She believed that this girl was a friend of a friend of Buddy's and must have heard something about it. She did think about one thing in particular that Jill . had said.
"I know he wants to do it again."
Wendy had been wondering about that. Her feelings for Buddy were still mixed, just as her feelings about almost everything were mixed.
But when she heard that he wanted to do it again, she knew that she was going to have to accept a date with him. He'd been calling her almost every night and she'd been turning him down. First she called her sister, Tracy and she was even more confused after her talk with Tracy.
The next time that Buddy called her after her talk with Jill, she told him that she would go out with him again. She told him to come over.
Now, as she sat there waiting for him, she decided to have another glass of wine. The joint and the first glass helped her to relax and she was already trying to decide on how she would play things with him.
She liked the way her naughty girl act had worked before. Actually, it wasn't all that much of an act. As far as she could remember, when she was younger, she'd been something of a naughty little girl. After she was living alone with her father, she became somewhat unmanageable and he was constantly scolding her.
Still, she liked to be naughty. She liked the way men seemed to treat her when they gave her that look which let her know they thought she was naughty.
As she heard the doorbell ring, she stood up and started to walk toward it. She opened her door and saw him standing there with some flowers for her.
"Oh, it's you," she said and she turned her back and started to walk into the living room, leaving him at the door to decide for himself whether he wanted to come in or not. And that was how her naughty evening got off to a start.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well?" he asked her as he stood there. "Do. I come in or what?"
"Do whatever you want to do," Wendy said to him. She was already sitting back on the sofa where she'd been sitting and waiting for him. She was looking at him standing near the door and she smiled like a little devil.
He stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. Then he walked right over to her and held out the bunch of flowers.
"Thanks. Why don't you put them in some water? You can get yourself a glass in the kitchen so you can have some wine, too."
She could see the annoyed look on his face as he walked into the kitchen and as she heard him filling the vase with water, she heard him screaming out to her at the same time and had to smile about what he said, too.
"Well, you sure are one nice hostess, Wendy. You invite me over and don't even try to make me feel comfortable. How naughty of you!"
"I'm trying to make you feel at home," she yelled back. "I mean, if I did everything for you, then you'd feel like a real guest. I'm trying to make you feel at home, so you can do everything yourself."
"Some of us like to be treated as a guest," he said and as he walked back into the living room, she had to gasp. He'd bought her a dozen long stem roses and they looked absolutely magnificent in the vase.
He was holding a glass, too and as he poured himself some wine, he started to sit on the club chair across from her. She noticed something.
After he sat and leaned forward to put the wine bottle back on the table, he seemed to bend over to look under the chair. She knew that he was looking to see if the leather was still there and she knew that he had to be surprised to see it was not.
"Here's to a nice evening," he said to her, holding up his glass to make a toast and she raised hers but didn't move close enough to clink glasses. "Well now, tell me about yourself, Wendy. What do you do for a living?"
"Nothing, at the moment. I'm taking it nice and slow."
"But how do you survive? I mean, you dress nicely and you have this real nice apartment. Where do you get the money for it?"
"I got the furniture from my sister after she decided to redecorate. I also have money from my father. He left me and my older sister quite a bit when he died."
"How did he die?" Buddy asked her and she closed her eyes.
"I really don't want to talk about it now. He just died and he left me a small bundle. I can't get by on it forever, but I won't have to work for the next five or six years, if I take it nice and easy. I can't get too extravagant. I'm looking for a job now, so I don't have to keep dipping into my savings. I figure I can pay my rent from the savings and live on what I earn, when I earn it."
As she spoke, she seemed to be quite intelligent and he was even thinking of her as being something of a mature woman. The naughty little girl quality was missing for a few moments and Buddy decided that he missed it. He liked her that way.
"And what do you do?" she asked and as she asked him, she reached into the cigarette box on the coffee table and pulled out another joint. She lit it and offered Mm some, but he didn't seem to want any.
As she sat there smoking and talking, he did start to think about her as being a little girl again. She had the qualities back once more.
"I work for an advertising agency," he told her. "It's fun."
"Do you need any help? I could use the work. I really could."
"I don't know," he said to her. "I'll check for you. I'll check to see if they need any secretaries. You wouldn't mind doing that kind of work, would you?"
"Not if they could teach me what to do. See, I don't really have too many skills. I can't type too well and I can't take shorthand. I know a little bit of sten. Enough to fake it and get by. I think. I mean, I never tried it."
Her indecisiveness was definitely girlish and Buddy found himself loving it.
"Why don't we try it right now?" he asked her.
"What? I don't know. It sounds like it would be a real bore."
"Nonsense. Get a pad and a pen and I'll dictate to you."
"I don't feel like getting up. There's a pad and a pen over there. Get it."
He didn't really like the way she was ordering him around, but he wanted her to take some dictation. He wanted her to take it because there were certain things that he wanted to say to her and it would be easier this way.
As he threw her the pad and pen, he leaned over and Wendy seemed to realize that he was trying to look under the sofa. It seemed like he was really looking for the leather gear, though he didn't come right out and say it.
"All right, I'll start now. I might talk a little fast, because that's the way it would happen if someone wanted you to take down what they said. Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," she told him and she put the joint down.
"Dear Buddy," he said, as if he was dictating a letter for her to write down. "I just wanted to let you know that the last time we got together, I had a lot of fun. I know that I act girlish sometimes, but it's just my way.
"Maybe I was a little bit of a cockteaser the first time, but I do think there were reasons for it. I think I should explain it all to you. See, I really like the idea of being tied up. I don't even know why, but I've liked it and ... "
"Hey, just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Wendy screamed out.
"Don't interrupt me. You'd never get a job that way. Don't interrupt the boss when he's dictating a letter to you."
"The boss?" she asked him, but he went right on.
"But I've liked it and didn't know how else to get it to happen. See, it's one thing to like the idea of something. One thing to fantasize about it. But it's another thing to actually have it happen.
"Bondage and submission is a good example in this case. To think about being bound and forced to submit is one thing. It's easy to lie back and close your eyes and think about it and you can really get off on in. You can masturbate as you think about it - but the point here is that you can masturbate. You're not really tied so your hands are free to do as you please.
"To actually have it happen is another story. To actually be bound so that you can't do anything to fight back, when and if your partner starts to get too hard with you, well, that's a whole different story."
"I don't think I like this. I don't want to play this game anymore," Wendy said to him and Buddy just had to smile at her.
He loved the way she had called it a game. That was actually what it was and he was glad she was well aware of it.
"I thought about it and loved the idea of it," he went on saying to her, as if he hadn't even heard what she said in protest. "So I had to do something to make it happen. There was no way I could come right out and ask you to do it to me, because I just can't admit to myself that I like it.
"I wish that I could, but there's a part of me that absolutely refuses to come out and tell you that I love not only the idea, but the actual experience of being tied up tightly and forced to be a submissive slave to my man and ... "
Wendy stood up then and threw the pad and pen at him. He could see that she was really fiery red this time and he loved it.
"All right, buster," she screamed at him. "That's enough. That's about all I want to hear from you. Get out of here."
He heard the way she said it and knew that she didn't really mean what she was saying to him. Her body was practically coming right over to his and rubbing against him. Her tits seemed to be begging him to stay. He could see the way they heaved up and down in the loose fitting blouse she was wearing.
"But Wendy, our date has just started. You can't end it like this."
"The hell I can't," she said to him. "Don't fucking believe I can't. I want you to get the fuck out of my apartment now."
For a second he did think about leaving, but then she did something. She turned away from him and stormed down the hall to her room. She pushed the door open and walked in and then there was some silence.
Now Buddy was a smart man. He knew that if a woman really did throw a man out of her apartment and really meant that she wanted him to leave, she would have stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door closed, hard!
There would have been that loud slamming sound and perhaps the clicking of a lock because she would have feared that he might try to attack her.
He could see the light from her room out on the hall carpet. He waited just a few more seconds and started to walk down the hall.
As he looked into her room, he had to smile even more.
Wendy was sitting in her bed, with the covers pulled over her breasts. She was holding a book in front of her, reading it. From the look of her bare shoulders, Buddy knew that she was naked from the waist up, at least. He assumed that she didn't have anything on from the waist down and thought he'd know for sure later.
As he gently rapped on her open bedroom door, she looked up.
"Now just what the hell do you want? I told you to get out."
Once again, he knew she had to be lying. He could even see the way the cover slipped down just a little bit, exposing one breast.
He walked into the room and stood by her bed, playing innocent.
"But what did I do, Wendy?" he asked her. "I was just playing."
"I don't like that kind of a game. I don't like it at all."
Her body seemed to shake a little bit and as he saw the way her breast trembled. He saw something else then. He had to start smiling a little bit, though he didn't keep looking there, for fear that she might get more angry.
Around each of her bedposts was a leather strap, already bound to the post.
It would be a snap to work with only the loose ends, he knew.
"I'm sorry then," he said to her. "I really am. I'm so sorry if I offended you in any kind of way. Wendy, I like you a lot." '
"Well, I liked you, a little. But I don't know how I feel now, Brian. I just don't. First you abuse me the other day, then you start to ... "
"No, don't say anymore," he told her and he sat down on the edge of her bed, so close to her. His hand was dying to reach out and touch her breast. He was sure that her breast even wanted to be touched. It looked like her nipple was stiffening and as it did, it stuck out more, closer to him.
"What if I apologize then for everything that I've done to you. I didn't mean to do anything to hurt you. I think you're sweet. I thought so when I saw you in the restaurant. You turn me on more than any other girl I've ever met."
"You are a nice man too, Brian. I like you, too."
"Then let's see if we can start all over again," he said to her and he waited until she started to nod her head before moving his lips to hers.
As his lips pressed against hers, he could feel the way she started to open her mouth a little bit. His tongue moved right between her lips and he thrust it back and forth gently as she sucked on it.
Brian started to push her down, so she was lying flat on the bed. As he did that, he moved his body on top of hers. His clothing and the covers seemed to separate their bodies, at least from the waist down, but he was quite sure that she was naked under the covers, because of the way she spread her legs and his body was able to sink right down between them. His cock was raging hard in his pants.
He kissed her all over her neck and as he started to lick his way down to her breasts, he noticed something happening. He didn't feel her hands massaging his hair or his shoulders, so he looked up over his head.
She was reaching up. She had grabbed a leather strap in each hand and was holding onto them, almost as if she was pretending to be tied up. She looked so hot as she licked her lips and moaned, thrusting her tit up closer to his mouth.
Slowly, Buddy started to lick his way back up toward her neck. He moved his lips up one of her arms, sliding along. As his hands slid up her arm, he grabbed the end of the leather strap and started to bind her.
He didn't tie her too tightly and he didn't have any trouble. It was so easy. She had to be feeling what he was doing, Buddy knew and she didn't even try to fight back. She was willingly submitting to being bound.
After he tied one of her hands, it was simple to kiss his way over and tie her other hand to the other leather strap. As he kissed his way back down her semi-naked flesh, he could hear her moaning so loud.
Slowly, Buddy started to sit up and as he did, he began to open his shirt buttons. She looked at him and smiled a little, then looked over her head.
"Hey, just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked him. "I don't want you to tie me up. You can't do this to me."
"Not so loud, Wendy," he told her. "Don't scream so loud."
"Untie me and I won't scream at all. Untie me this instant."
He started to laugh and as he did, he pulled his zipper open and reached into his pants, pulling his hard cock right out.
As he sat up just a little bit more, he moved his hand behind her head, then rubbed the head of his dick over her lips. She opened her mouth wide and he was able to thrust his rock hard cock right into her mouth.
She seemed to love it. He could hear the way she moaned around his cock and she was certainly flicking her tongue like crazy. As he slid in and out between her lips, he could feel her warm wet tongue doing a soft dance along the underside of his cock.
She kept moaning louder and louder when he began to throb a little bit.
"Yeah, you hot bitch," he said to her and he pushed the covers down a little bit, so he could see that she was naked from the waist down. Her legs were spread and he had a good view of her slit from where he was.
Brian continued to thrust his cock in and out of Wendy's mouth as he slid his free hand behind his body, so he could massage her pussy. He let his fingers slide over her wet lips and they moved right into her because she parted to take him, so easily.
"Yeah, you do love it," he moaned. "I can tell. You're a hot bitch who loves to be bound so she can submit to her man. You just love to be bound. It's so fucking incredible. You're one hot bitch, Wendy."
He could tell that he said something to upset her, just by the way she stopped sucking him as well as she'd been doing it before. She was no longer sliding her lips up and down the shaft and even seemed a bit angered.
Brian kept thrusting his cock. He knew that he was going to come in her mouth real soon and there didn't seem to be any reason to slow down. He could feel the way her clit was throbbing so hard under the touch of his wiggling finger and just as his come began to spurt into her mouth, she started to come.
His finger wiggled her faster as he felt the way she flicked her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock. His whole body spasmed with surging pleasure when she did that to him, for his cock head was super sensitive when he was coming.
Brian waited until she had sucked all the come out of him and even a little bit longer. Her mouth felt so fucking hot and he just loved it.
As he started to slide down her body, he was kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants all the way off. He slid between her legs and looked at her.
"Yeah, you do love it, don't you?" he asked her.
Once again, her expression changed. He couldn't believe it. He knew that she loved it, but whenever he would bring it up in words, she seemed to get upset. It was really as if she just could not come out and admit it.
She even went so far as to kick him in the chest and as he was kicked back just a little bit, he felt it. He looked over and he just had to smile.
There were two leather straps hanging from the ceiling. He started to suspect that she might have just kicked him back to make him feel them. He hadn't really noticed them before, because they were closer to the foot of the bed.
He looked at her angry expression, then at the straps. As she tried to kick him again, he pulled at one of her feet. He grabbed it, then yanked the strap closer. Within a few seconds, he had her leg securely bound, around the ankle.
Once the first leg was bound, it was a snap to tie the second one. When he was finished and he took a step back, he started to think. She had to have laid back on her bed at one point and held her legs up, just to see where to hang the straps from, because now that she was tied, her legs were spread wide apart.
Her hot looking ass was also lifted right up off the bed.
Before she could say anything, as he sensed she wanted to, he moved his mouth right between her legs and he started to lick her. He slid his two hands under her buttocks and squeezed the soft white ass flesh.
Wendy could feel the way her pussy was spasming so hard. She loved how his mouth felt and loved the taste that was lingering in her mouth from his cock. When she felt his tongue wiggling her clit back and forth rapidly, she thought that she was going to pass out from all the pleasure.
"Oh, eat my aching hole," she started to moan as she licked her lips. "Eat it. Give it all that you got. I just love it. I fucking love it."
He sucked a thick load of juices right out of her and he could hear the way she kept moaning louder and louder.
And she was not lying. She was not playing any kind of a game with him when she moaned about loving it. He'd tied her up just the way she planned it. Her ass was lifted up off the bed, just the way she thought it would be. She hadn't been quite sure if the leather would raise her up high enough, but it did.
"Oh, I'm going to come again," she started to moan. "I'm going to come again. There's just no way in hell I can stop it."
As her juices surged into his mouth, she felt the suction once more. He was sucking her cream out so hard, that one orgasm seemed to rush right into another one. Her body was soon covered with a heavy layer of sweat.
He was about to make her come again. She could feel the way the mild spasms, his tongue was causing were starting to get more intense.
As she thought she'd reach her peak, he sat up on the bed, pulling his mouth away from her pussy. He started to rub his cock head against her cunt and when she felt the heated head make contact with her clit, she wanted him.
"Oh fuck me. Fuck me with that dick. Shove it into me.";
"Keep begging for it, baby," he said to her, as he was working himself into the biggest sexual frenzy thus far in his life. "Beg for it."
"I want that dick. Please. Please. You just have to let me feel that dick of yours. You just have to let me feel it."
"One more thing. I like your begging. It's turning me on. Before I give it to you, I just wanna hear you say you love it. I wanna hear you tell me what a submissive bitch you are and how much you love to be bound and treated like this."
The moment he said it, he could see the change in her again. He thought that he had worked her up to a point where she would come out and admit it, but he could tell that such was not the case. Her whole body began to shake again and Buddy rammed his cock right into her pussy, in the hopes of turning her on.
He could feel the way her cunt was spasming nice and hard around him and he started to thrust at a nice, steady rate.
"No," she was groaning. "No. Take it out of me. Take it out."
"You love it, baby," he moaned. "You just love this dick of mine. You love the way it feels in your heated hole. You love it."
"Yes," she started to moan. "The dick in my cunt. I just love it."
When he felt the way her body responded to her words, he kept right on thrusting. He moved his lips near her ear as his hairy chest pressed against her tits.
He started to lick her ear, flicking his tongue back and forth as fast as he possibly could and he knew she was getting turned on feeling it.
Deep down, he was dying to try it once more. He was dying to whisper for her to admit that, along with his cock working her pussy over, she was also getting off on the feeling of being tied and submissive.
However, he'd tried it a few times this evening. He realized that she didn't mind it happening. She even went so far as to set it up so that it would happen. But why she couldn't come out and admit that she liked it to happen was a mystery to him.
"Yeah, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she was moaning and he could feel the way she was managing to thrust herself up and down a little bit. He looked at her bound ankles and saw that one of them was bleeding just a little. She didn't seem to mind it however. Her upward movement was causing the leather to cut into her ankle, but she was so caught up in the fuck that she didn't care.
"Yeah, I'm gonna come," she heard him moaning and as his cock began to throb so hard inside of her, she moaned for him to shoot it.
Wendy felt the cream starting to fill her and as he kept moving his cock, she could feel the way he was smearing that cream all over her cunt walls. She started to come so hard just as his cock was going limp inside of her and he stayed as deep in her as he possibly could. She felt her cunt walls gripping him.
"Oh, far fucking out," she moaned. "That was some fuck. I can't believe how hot it was. Brian, you have such a fantastic dick. You know just what to do. My whole body is tingling. I don't think it's ever going to stop."
And as he looked at her, he was thinking: You'd really be so fantastic if you could just come out and admit it. Admit it. You're a naughty girl who loves to be bound and abused.
CHAPTER NINE
Tracy sat across from her doctor and saw the way he was looking at her. She had refused to he down for him, because that would have made her feel like she was really sick. Instead, she chose to sit in a chair opposite him.
"Now, we are getting somewhere," he said to her. "We now know about your father and what he did to you. It's not uncommon, Tracy."
"Is that supposed to make me feel any better?" she asked him.
He smiled and his golden boy looks were still not enough to charm her.
"No. You know that's not why I said it. Don't start in like that."
"Excuse me, Doctor. So sorry," she said and her voice was sarcastic.
He crossed his legs and looked deep into her eyes. He was trying to figure out if she was attracted to him or what. Deep down, he hoped that she was, because he seemed to have some idea of how to go about things.
He'd treated her and her husband years ago and he was so sure that everything would be all right. But then, about two weeks ago, they'd started to come back. Dan claimed that Tracy was frigid, that she no longer responded in bed.
At first, they'd had two joint sessions, but then Doctor Bob Binding had decided it would be better to see Tracy alone. This was her second visit alone and he was sure that they were onto something. At the end of the last session, she'd told him all about her father and how he'd gotten her.
Bob knew that was something she hadn't remembered last time. It was a block that she'd managed to break though, but she still had a lot of anguish to get over.
"So, you said that your father took you from the age of fifteen to seventeen. What suddenly brought all that on? What brought back the memory of it?"
"I talked to my sister and she told me that some man tied her up. She said that she liked it and didn't really understand why."
"I see. Tell me something, Tracy Does the idea of being bound turn you on?"
"No," she said to him. "It makes me sick."
"So then, you'd rather dominate a man, the way you were dominating Dan? Or so we tend to think. Yet if that's the case, how come Dan says you haven't let him make love to you in a few weeks, nor have you wanted to dominate him?"
"I don't know. Doctor," she said to him. "I thought that's what you're supposed to help me find out. I thought that's what I was coming to you for."
"I can't help you unless you want to help yourself. Now Tracy, I'd like to try something with you. I promise that I'm not going to hurt you. I think it might be helpful if I play your Father and you play yourself as a young girl."
"What?" she asked him, as she saw him standing up.
"That's right. I want you to pretend that you're sleeping on the sofa the way you would sleep there on those nights. Lie down over there."
He could see the way her whole body was shaking and deep down, he was hoping that he was doing the right thing. He was sure it would work. It just had to. If not, she would probably need years and years of therapy, as she was a real mess.
She did as he said, lying on her side. He moved closer to her and he smiled.
"Would you mind taking off your clothing? I have a blanket there. We're going to do it just like you said it used to happen."
"But, Doctor, I ... " she started to say and he moved his finger to her lips.
"Trust me, Tracy. I'll stop if you don't like what's going on."
As he looked at her, he wondered what she was thinking. He sensed that she might just be going along with this whole thing because she was hot for him. He turned out to be right, he discovered, in a simple way.
As she started to get undressed, he began to peel off his clothing. When Tracy asked him what he was doing, he explained that if he was to play her father coming to get her, he'd have to be naked, the way her father was.
Bob liked the way she waited for him to strip and when he was naked, he turned around to face her. He started to tug on his semi-hard cock, explaining that he wanted to be erect, the way her father was each time he came to her.
It didn't take much for him to get hard, especially when she started to strip off her own clothing. Her breasts were nice and firm and her nipples were already stiff. When Bob took one look at her pussy, he knew he liked it.
He handed her a cover to throw over herself and they began.
Bob lowered the light a little bit and watched her pretend to be sleeping. Then he snuck up next to her. As he started to pull on her hands he could feel the way she was fighting him, just a little bit.
But then, he brushed his cock near her naked face flesh. He wanted her to have some idea of what she was going to feel later on.
He began to wrap a thick cord around her wrists, binding them together. As he did that, he heard the way she was groaning softly.
"No, Daddy, don't do this to me. Don't do this to me. Please."
They were not the false groans of a girl playing a game. He could tell that Tracy really meant it. She did not want her father to rape her, but he started to pull the blanket down, baring her body.
"You're just a submissive bitch and that's all you girls are good for. That's all your mother was good for and that's all you're any good for."
His hand slid down over her flesh and cupped her breast. He could feel the way her nipple was stiff against the palm of his hand and he liked that feeling. Her flesh was so warm, even though it trembled under his touch.
As he slid his hand down near her pussy, he could feel the way she was hardly even wet. He slid his finger in and out of her, massaging her clit, but that didn't seem to do anything. She was much too terse to relax into something like this.
"No, don't do it to me, Daddy," she moaned again. "Don't. Please."
"Beg me for it, bitch," he said to her, as he started to move between her legs.
He reached over for a can of lubrication and began to smear it all over his cock. It would make it easier to get into her, he knew.
"I said beg me for it, bitch," he told her. "Didn't you hear me?"
He slapped her once across the face, somewhat lightly. He knew that he could crack her the way she said her father had, but there was no reason for it. The light slap seemed to get his point across to her.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me. Put it into me and fuck me."
Though she said it, her attitude was completely different. Her attitude was saying - if you have me bound and you're going to have to do it, then do it. Do it. Just do it and get it over with. Get it over with!
He slid his cock right into her and as he did, he could hear the way she was groaning a little bit. He knew that even though he was lubed, it still had to be hard on her to take him in, as she was hardly even wet.
When he pressed his chest down against her breasts and moved his ear near her lips, he could hear the way she was sobbing just a little bit. He started to slide his long thick cock in and out of her and he just loved the way she felt.
Deep down, Bob had always known that Tracy would be one hot bitch. He could tell by the way she looked and he'd thought quite a bit about her and Dan. After he helped them the first time, he would think about her dominating Dan
He liked the idea of it. Though he was in control now. they were just acting something out that had happened in her past. He could really see Tracy as the dominant woman, though. She had it in her, he'd seen it before.
Each time he thrust into her, he could hear her letting out a kind of wailing sound. It was still low, but he knew that she didn't like his being in her. Of course, he did not take it personally. He was playing her father and didn't even think of himself as her doctor at the time.
When he felt himself throbbing inside of her, he could hear the way she started to moan a little bit louder. She knew that he was going to come and she was groaning because she wanted it to happen soon.
Bob did not slow down. He kept right on sliding his cock in and out of her pussy and when he started to explode in her, he just loved the way it felt. Of course, he knew that she didn't come. He didn't feel her throbbing at all, but there was still heat in her pussy and the feeling of his flesh against hers was nice.
He stayed inside of her for a little while and he was thinking that it hadn't really worked. He had been hoping for something else.
As he slid out of her, he moved to one side of her and then he started to say it. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered.
"I'm going to get you all the time now that I've had you once, bitch. What else are you good for? You're good to turn me on and that's it. Your mother isn't around anymore and I'm going to need a piece of pussy."
She started to shake her head back and forth, violently. Her lips were forming the word no, but he went right on.
He kept telling her about the things he was going to do to her and the more evil he put-in his voice, the more determined she seemed to be getting. He looked over at her bound hands and saw what was happening.
Tracy was starting to pull them apart.
He hadn't bothered to tie her hands together. Instead, he'd just wrapped the cord around her wrists, because he'd been hoping she'd try to do something to fight back. Now that she knew her hands were free, she held the rope.
"Yes, I'm going to get you, you little bitch," he whispered.
"No," she suddenly screamed out and as she did, she opened her eyes. She took the rope and wrapped it around his neck, tightly.
She started to squeeze it, choking a little bit and as she rolled him onto his stomach, she slid down his buttocks and sat on them.
"Now you pull your hands behind your back, you fucking bastard," she said to him. "Rest them right here on your buttocks, or you're dead."
He did as she said and was glad when she pulled the rope off his neck. He let her bind his hands together with the rope and when they were tied, she lifted herself up a little bit, then rolled him over.
"Now, Daddy, you bastard, you're going to have to satisfy me. Do you hear me? Girls aren't all submissive bitches. They're only that way when they have a bastard of a father like you. We like to be satisfied, too."
As she said that, she slid her pussy up his body, lifted herself up, then smashed herself right down on his face.
"Now lick me, you prick," she said to him and as she said it, she reached behind and grabbed his cock in her hand.
She started to tug on it, hard and he began to lick her.
He could feel the way his body was aching a little bit, because she was being real rough on him. However, as she was yanking at his cock, the blood began to surge into his shaft. There were certain men who loved to be overpowered by a woman. There were those kind who loved to be submissive and Bob was one of them.
"Oh, you're getting turned on, are you? She asked. "Well, I'll see if I want to do anything to satisfy you. I doubt it, but I'll see."
She kept thrusting her pussy up and down against his face and he was lapping at her flowing cream like crazy. Seconds later, she turned her body around so that she was still sitting on his face, but could now see his cock.
He felt the way she pressed both palms together, with his cock between them and then started to slide her hands up and down his shaft. When she moved her fingers to the slit of his cock and smeared the come drops around, he groaned.
"Oh, I could rip this thing off," she started to say to him and just then, Bob felt the way she began to twist his cock.
"No, wait. Wait. Tracy. Tracy. Snap out of it. Snap out of it. I'm not your father. Believe me. I'm your doctor. Remember that?"
He could feel the way she kept her pussy pressed down against his face and he didn't really think that she heard what he said. After all, her hands continued to twist his cock around a little bit.
But then, after a few more seconds, she started to pull her pussy away from his face. She slid down his body and turned around to face him.
As she raised herself up, she moved his cock head toward her pussy and then she sat all the way down on him. Bob could feel the way her cunt was flowing like crazy that time and he thought he was going to come in her within a few seconds, because she did start to ride him up and down fast.
However, the moment he throbbed too much, she sat all the way down.
"Well, Doctor, I think that you've been successful, don't you?" she asked.
"What? You mean that you know it's me, Tracy?"
"Of course I know it's you. I heard what you said before, when I went a little bit too far. I know it's you I'm sorry if I hurt you at all."
"No, you didn't have too much time to hurt me. Lucky for me that is."
"Then get into this, you prick," she said to him and she slapped him across the face gently, then continued to ride him. She slid one hand behind to his balls and cupped them a little bit. As she moved one of her fingers to his asshole, she could feel the way he tried to press his buttocks down on the couch.
She didn't let him press down too hard. She wanted to rub her finger near his asshole, because she knew that some men got turned on that way. As she started to, she could feel him loosening up just a little bit.
"Yeah, you love to be dominated, don't you?" she asked him.
"Yes, I happen to like it. But there's no way you can deny you happen to like doing it now, can you, Tracy? You love to dominate."
"Yes, I do," she said to him. "I really do. I guess it doesn't always have to do with what happened in the past. Wendy said that other girl said it did."
He started to smile, licking his lips a little bit. The pleasure was still flowing between them as Tracy slid up and down his shaft. He also loved the look of her naked breasts heaving up and down as she rode him.
"Well, I still believe that a first experience has a lot to do with the rest of your sex life. It can just have different effects on different people. That's really all there is to is, Tracy. You know what kind of effect it had on you now, right?"
"Yes," she moaned, as she felt his cock throbbing inside of her. "I hated him for what he did to me and I wanted to get even with him. I wanted to overpower him and tie him up one day, to make up for what he did to me. I wanted to make him suffer."
"Which is why you like to dominate your husband," Bob told her.
"Right. Because I'm thinking that he's my father as I do it. But there's still something that I don't understand," Tracy told him.
Bob could feel the way his cock was throbbing harder and harder inside of her and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to keep from coming too much longer. He could smell the sex scent in the air and he loved it.
His eyes followed a trickle of passion sweat that ran down her neck, then seemed to disappear between her two breasts. As it trickled down over her belly, he thought that it looked so fucking hot. He just couldn't hold back.
Bob started to shoot his thick load deep inside of her and she moved her fingers to his nipples and stroked them as he was coming.
She even leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, pressing her tongue deep into his mouth. He kept thrusting for the longest time, until his cock started to go limp and he slid right out of her.
"Now," he moaned, as he rolled onto his side and let her untie him "what is it that you still don't understand?"
"Why I was turned off to sex, even for a short while. Why was I frigid when it first came back to me about the things my father did."
"I think you were confused," he said to her. "Your sister told you that she had been tied up and she liked it. That brought back the memories and you started to think that maybe you didn't want to dominate. Maybe you wanted to be dominated. And in a way, you did. You wanted to be in a situation where you were being dominated and could retaliate, to get even."
"Yes, yes, it all makes sense now," she said to him. "Doctor, you're incredible. I think you're a genius. But can that be all?"
"I don't think so. I think you might have possibly felt guilt, too. See, you left home, leaving your sister alone with your father. You probably think that he got her, which is why she likes to be tied up. Guilt."
"Then, how do I go about getting over that kind of guilt?"
"Simple. You must call your sister and ask her if it ever happened."
CHAPTER TEN
Wendy looked over at Buddy as she was talking on the phone and she knew that he wondered what she was talking about. He had to be wondering why she was shivering a little bit, too and wondered if he thought she was playing a game.
After all, she'd seen him a few times during the last two weeks and she liked to play her girlie games with him. When she played the naughty girl, there seemed to always be a reason for him to tie her up and punish her.
He'd force her to submit to whatever he wanted and she was loving it.
It was also fun to play the naughty girl, because that always seemed to be reason enough for him to tie her up. She could even justify it in her own mind, letting herself think that he was doing it because she was naughty, not because she wanted it.
"Now, why would you ask me something like that?" she said into the phone.
"Come on, Wendy," Tracy told her. "You can tell me if Daddy ever tied you up and raped you. I really would like to know. Be honest."
"No," Wendy said to her sister once again. "He never did."
"Well, he did it to me," Tracy said to her sister. "He did it to me so often after our mother died. He used to do it to her. When I left home, I was so sure that he'd do it to you. I was so sure of it."
"And yet, you left me there all alone with him?" Wendy asked.
"There was nothing else I could do. I was scared of him. I couldn't stay there any longer. I was so scared of him. I went to see my shrink today and he helped me get over it, Wendy. We played a game and it worked."
And as Wendy listened to her sister talking, she was looking at Buddy, wondering if they could play a kind of game so she could help herself.
She heard all about Tracy's game. Tracy thought that she might like to be dominated, the way their father had dominated her. But in the end, it turned out that Tracy really wanted to get even. She wanted to be free so she could tie him up and make him pay for what he'd done to her.
"When you told me that you got into getting tied up, I thought that he had to have done it to you, too," Tracy said.
"I didn't say I got into it, Tracy. You're misquoting me for sure."
"Why can't you admit that you like to be tied up, Wendy? Why can't you admit that he did it to you? Why? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," she screamed and she slammed the phone down.
She was crying when she felt Buddy starting to stroke her and she pulled away. She ran into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it. Though she heard him banging on the door, she told him she'd be out in a few minutes.
She sat on the toilet seat and closed her eyes. She started to think.
Wendy couldn't believe that Tracy hadn't liked being tied up. She thought about those few times when she'd actually seen it happening. She was six the first time she snuck downstairs into the den and saw her father.
He'd tied Tracy's hands together and his mouth was buried between her legs. He was licking her as she was moaning about how much she loved it and how she wanted him to keep licking her. She was moaning about how she couldn't wait to feel his hard cock deep inside of her pussy, working her over.
Wendy would never forget the look of that cock, because it was the first hard cock that she was ever to lay eyes on.
She remembered how nice and thick it was and how it even seemed to be glistening a little bit. She thought about that cock so often in her life.
She wanted it. She wanted it more than anything else in the world.
Yet he seemed to like giving it to Tracy Wendy would never forget the way he started to slide his dick into her sister. Instead of hating him for what he was doing to her, she hated Tracy for taking her Daddy away.
She wanted her Daddy and Tracy was the one getting him.
She saw it so many times, up until the time that Tracy went off to school. When Tracy left home, at age seventeen, Wendy was only seven.
Her body wasn't even developed yet, but she would spy on her Daddy as often as she possibly could. She liked to see him naked in the privacy of his own bedroom, when he had no idea that he was all alone. She liked to see him when he was tugging on his hard cock and when the cream would spurt out.
So she became a naughty little girl. When she was ten, she was the terror of the neighborhood and her father would hear about all the things that she'd done. He sat down one night and had a long talk with her.
"Wendy, it's hard for me to take care of a little girl. I don't really know what's expected of me. You're going to have to be on your best behavior from now on, or else Daddy will have to spank his little girl."
Her ten-year-old body had tingled when she heard him saying that and of course, the next day, she ran out and three stones through three of their neighbors' windows.
That was the first night that her Daddy spanked her. He called her into his room and told her that he'd warned her about being naughty.
He pulled her over his lap, then pushed her skirt up. He didn't bother to pull her panties down as he spanked her tushy. Each time his hand landed on her buttocks, she could feel the stinging kind of pain.
And yet, she loved it. Daddy was giving her some kind of treatment. It was not the same as what she'd seen him giving to Tracy, but she knew that when she was older, he'd probably give it to her.
She continued to be bad, until the time when she was thirteen. Up until that age, Daddy would only spank her for being bad. She would rub herself on his crotch and hope that she would feel him getting hard, but she never did.
When she was thirteen (though much closer to fourteen), she spilled ink on the living room carpet. When her Daddy got home from work that night and saw it, he was furious. He told her that he suspected she'd done it on purpose and when she gave him a sly look, he seemed to be even more sure of it.
"I'm going to spank you," he said to her and then she held out the ropes'.
"Why don't you tie me up and then fuck me, the way I saw you do it to Tracy?"
"What?" he asked and she repeated it again, shocking him once more. "You snotty little bitch. How dare you say that!"
"But Daddy, I saw you do it. I saw you and I want you too. I want you the same way that she wanted you. I'll beg you to let me feel your cock in me."
He slapped her across the face and screamed, telling her to never speak to him like that again. He said he didn't do things like that to his children.
But she knew that she'd seen him doing it to Tracy. She knew that she had seen it happening more than once and on more than one occasion, she tried to set herself up so that he would pass by and see her.
Once when she was fourteen, she lay naked on her bed with her hands up over her head. She had tied two thick cords to her bedposts and she was holding them, hoping that he would pass by and see her and come in. She wanted him to tie her up and take her. When he passed her room, she heard him screaming at her to sit up and get dressed, or at least to close her bedroom door if she was going to lie around like that.
Once when she knew he was in his room masturbating, she barged in, naked, holding the ropes in her hand. She told him he could relieve himself with her, because she was just dying to feel her Daddy in her.
Once again, he slapped her hard across the face.
Something had changed about him, she now knew. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that later in life, he stopped drinking and also started to read the Bible. He still didn't go to Church, but there were some changes in his character.
So Wendy had been dying for her father to fuck her. She'd blocked that all out of her mind for so many years, because she knew it wasn't right for a girl to want her father to fuck her. Incest was a horrible sin! The worst! Yet she'd wanted it so badly that it hurt - and she never got to feel it.
She would think about being bound by a lot of men, but she would just block it from her mind, too. It was not until she'd seen the film that the idea seemed to stick with her, but even then, she couldn't admit that she wanted it.
Because, as far as she was concerned, to admit that she wanted it would bring back all those memories of wanting her father and that just made her feel guilty.
Now that she'd talked to Tracy, she did feel a little bit better. Slowly, she stood up and opened the bathroom door. She could see Buddy lying on her bed, half-naked. He was bare-chested, rubbing his cock through his pants.
"Are you all right, Buddy?" she asked him and he nodded.
"How about you?" he asked her and she started to take off her robe.
"I feel better. Buddy, tell me something. What do you think about a girl who lusts after her father? I mean, is there anything wrong with it?"
"Nan," he said, shaking his head. "I think that every girl, at some time in her life, has to have lusted after her father. And every boy, too, has probably lusted after his mother. It's really not uncommon."
Wendy could not believe how good she was feeling when she heard him saying that. She moved closer to the bed and hugged him, then
spoke softly.
"Buddy, can we play act something? I'd like you to play my father and I'd like you to tie me up. I love to be tied up. I do."
He couldn't believe he was hearing her say it. He hugged her tighter than she had hugged him and kissed her hard on the lips.
As he stood up near the bed, he started to pull off what little clothing she still had on. He looked down at her and thought she looked liked a naughty little girl.
"You've been terribly naughty, Wendy," he said to her. "Daddy cannot put up with the naughtiness of a little girl like you. Daddy has to punish you for being such a naughty bitch. He's going to have to tie you up."
It was so easy for him to tell that she was turned on. Her nipples were all perked up and her cunt lips looked wet.
He sat on the bed as he pulled her hands up over her head. He took the thick leather strap that was there and started to bind her wrists together. He made sure not to do it too tightly, because he didn't want to hurt her that bad.
He tied the end of the strap to the bedpost and then he began to stand up so he could open his pants and pull them off.
"Now Daddy wants you to beg him for his cock, you nasty thing."
"Oh Daddy, I want your cock so badly," she moaned, as she licked her lips. "I can't think of anything else in the world that I want as much as I want your cock. You have to give it to me, Daddy. You just have to."
"But first, before Daddy does anything with his cock, he wants to hear you say it. You know what he wants to hear you say."
He was sliding his hand up and down his cock shaft, letting her look right at the head, which was dripping with come drops. He smeared the drops all over the head of the cock, so that it looked nice and lubricated.
"I love it," she started to moan. "I love to be tied up. I love to be tied up and then abused. I want to submit to my man."
Buddy just loved it. He could feel his cock throbbing when he heard her saying it and as he looked at the fast rise and fall of her tits, there was no doubt in his mind that she liked saying it as much as he liked hearing it.
"Then you suck on your Daddy's cock," he said to her and he kneeled near her mouth and rammed himself between her lips.
As Wendy started to suck eagerly, she could feel the way he was thrusting himself in and out of her mouth. Each time he thrust all the way in, she had to inhale so she could take the head of his cock into her throat.
She could feel his balls pressing against her chin and she just loved it. Her body was tingling all over as his cock took control of her.
Actually, he slid his hand down her body as he was fucking her face. He pulled at her nipple, pinching it tighter when he felt it getting stiffer and he could hear her groaning louder as he twisted it.
"Yeah, Daddy's little girl can be naughty, but she's naughty for a reason. She wants her Daddy to get her and her Daddy is more than willing to fulfill his little girl's needs. He might have to be rough on her sometimes, because naughty little girls can only learn when the Daddy is rough."
He could hear the way she was breathing more and more heavily and as he began to slide his fingers down to her pussy, he could feel how soaking wet she was. Buddy had thought she responded well all those other times he'd made it with her, but she hadn't gotten this wet. It was incredible.
He started to wiggle her clit back and forth and she thrust up and down against his fingers like some kind of a maniac. He could feel the way she was pressing down a little bit, so that his finger was making contact with her pussy.
When he started to come in her mouth, he felt her coming harder and harder around his fingers. He felt her tongue flicking at his cock head.
"Yes, baby, you drink all of your Daddy's cream down. You drink down every last drop of your Daddy's sweet cream. You got it?"
At first, she couldn't say anything because her mouth was still filled with his cock and he had no intentions of pulling it back yet. He wanted to make sure that her warm wet mouth would keep him hard.
When he did pull back, he slid down her body, rubbing his hard-on all over her flesh. As he moved it toward her pussy, she moaned.
"Oh fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with that power tool of yours. Fuck me nice and hard. Let me feel it, Daddy. Let me feel it."
"Daddy wants to hear it one more time," he said to her.
"I love to be tied up. I love to be tied up."
"Good. Daddy wants you to know that whenever you're bad from now on, he's going to have to tie you up. He's going to tie you real tight and he's going to spank you a few times, too. Then, he's going to fuck you blind."
As Buddy said that, he rammed his cock right into Wendy's pussy. He could hear the way she screamed out with pleasure and even if she hadn't screamed, he would have known that she loved what he was doing.
She was still coming hard and her pussy was spasming so tightly around him that he knew he couldn't keep thrusting. He knew that he was going to have to slow down and wait for a few more seconds.
When he was sure that he wasn't going to come, he started to thrust again. As he did, he could hear the way Wendy groaned.
"Oh, Buddy, thanks for helping me do this. Thanks so much. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you. I just want you to know that I like you more than any other man I've ever met. I'm yours whenever you want me. I'm here."
"Oh, Wendy, you know that I want you all the time, baby," he moaned and he moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard.
He could feel the way she wrapped her legs around his buttocks and started to massage them and though that felt good, he made a mental note. Next time he tied her up, he was going to tie up her legs.
That way, she would be bound even more than she already was.
Each time lie thrust into her, his dick would throb a little bit and he knew that she had to be able to feel it against her clit. When he felt her starting to explode around him, after having been in her for about five minutes, he knew that he could come. He knew that there was no reason to hold back.
After all, he'd just wait around to get hard again. He didn't have to worry about her trying to get away from him. She was bound and he wasn't going to let her up no matter how much she begged to be free.
If she told him that she didn't want to be tied, he knew it would just be another one of her games. For she'd come out and admitted it to him. She loved to be bound and abused and made to serve a man.
"Yeah, fill me," she started to moan. "Fill me with it."
He felt the come shooting out of the slit of his cock and he loved it. He could also feel his body bursting into an intense sweat and the wetness just seemed to be everywhere. It was dripping all over his chest and his buttocks.
"Oh Buddy," she moaned, as he kept thrusting and coming in her. "Buddy, you are just so sensational. Just so sensational. A girl couldn't ask for a better Daddy than you."