Solomon – Fifty Degrees of Abuse - 1

by Solomon

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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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I just stood there looking over the house in front of me, not believing that I was actually contemplating doing what I had come here to do. The sun was an hour away from setting on the rear side of the house and I took a final deep breath as I left the sidewalk and headed for the front door. Half way there, I caught a glimpse of what I had to assume was the man I was here to meet talking to another man over his fence. When the neighbor saw me, he gestured my way and the man I only knew as John turned to eyeball me. I instantly melted into a ball of frazzled nerves as I saw something much better than I had imagined. John was an absolute hunk; he was shirtless and his muscles glistened under the sweat caused by yet another hot summer day. He had the pecks of a man that took extremely good care of his body, dirty blonde hair that was short and combed neatly to one side, and from what I could see of his eyes they relayed the self-assuredness of the man I had come prepared to meet.

John excused his conversation as the other man turned to walk towards his house, and he headed my way over a lawn just as well manicured as the man himself. He was wearing kaki shorts and nothing else I could see… other than a huge smile border lining on a grin. I knew why he had the right to feel smug; after all, here I was following through on what we had agreed to after a series of lengthy emails over the past several days. As he walked up to me he stretched out his hand to greet me and his smile was very reassuring that if I got half of what I wanted that I would walk away a very satisfied girl.

“Nice to meet you Ashley, and obviously, I’m John. Glad to see you didn’t chicken out on your passion as you spoke of in your last email. Come on in and we can get to know each other over a cold drink.”

He took my hand and essentially pulled me along after him. I felt like a silly little girl walking behind the guy. He had to be a foot taller than me, and I placed his age at around thirty… maybe a little less. He opened his door and as I was guided through it I shivered in absolute fear over the thought of what I had gotten myself into. I began trembling as my hand fell from his and he headed for the kitchen. When he came back with a couple of sodas, I was glad to see that he wasn’t immediately trying to ply me with alcohol like many of my dates would have done in the past. This was definitely the oldest man I had ever contemplated being with and it was nice to see his display of gentlemanly maturity. He offered me a seat on the couch and I sat down expecting him to sit right next to me, but instead he took a seat in a chair to one side of me. Again, unlike any other guy would have done in this situation.

That was when I genuinely began feeling like the prey I had offered myself up as in our online conversations. His eyes began checking me out from head to toe and I fell into that feminine mix of intimidation mixed with titillation over being acknowledged as having a pleasing body. I could see in his face that he was very happy with what he was seeing. And why not? Knowing what I had come here for would be enough to make any man delirious with desire especially since I was so young compared to him.

John made small talk about his life and the neighborhood for several minutes before asking me about my life in a snapshot. After telling him briefly about what a nineteen year olds’ life is like these days, he cut me off by interjecting, “Well, shall be get right to the point of your visit?”

He stood up and offered his hand to me again as he helped me to my feet. As he led me through his kitchen, he explained that he was taking me to his playroom. I began shaking again and everything flashed through my mind over what had gotten me to this point of no return. The online ad in the personal section of that classified website, the exchange of emails where both of us tried feeling out the other, especially that last one where I finally had accepted his offer; all had brought me to this point where I felt I had to go through with what we had talked about so many times. I had never done anything like this before, but after reading his ad as a lark and feeling drawn against my will to know more about what he was looking for, he had eventually gotten me to admit things I wanted to experience that had only previously been in my head during private moments alone in bed.

The basement of his house was so dark that when he turned on the one dim light I had to struggle to make my eyes see anything. At the bottom of the stairs, he turned to face me, took my hand firmly and stated very matter-of-factly, “Here we are? You made someone aware of where you were coming so you can feel safe?”

I nodded my head deftly.

“Good, then you trust me to keep to my word not to do anything you don’t expect?”

I nodded again and nearly whispered, “I sure hope so!”

“Then let’s begin! My name is Master John from now on, and your safe word is simply ‘uncle’. Utter it once and you’re free to go. But it also means you can never come back. Understand me?”

For the third time I nodded but was met with an immediate change in demeanor when he snapped back, “Answer me bitch?”

I blurted back, “Yes”, but when I saw his face scowling up, I added, “Yes sir, Master John.”

That seemed to placate his need for my respect and a smile came back to his face.

“Now strip!”

I was still on the last stair and was almost eye to eye with him and knew that this was what I had come for, so it was time to buck up and follow through. I stepped down off the stairway and started by kicking off my flip-flops as I began asking him for his assurance not to hurt me, but was immediately rebuked with a stern warning not to ask questions or even speak unless I was asked to do so. And oddly enough, it was that very brusque, controlling manner that caused that first notion of sexual desire to well up between my legs. I stared at him as my hands went for the lower hem of my halter top to peel the fabric over my head. As my face was hidden by my top, I was met with his statement over how he was happy to see that I had come braless. Not a big deal for me, since I often don’t wear bras. My girls are less than I had ever wanted, but they are nicely shaped and now topped with very hard nipples. His face showed he was very satisfied with their detail, as well. That spurred me on to follow through with his order. I unsnapped my shorts, took a deep breath, and pushed them down my legs. I have never just stripped in front of a guy before like this and was apprehensive to say the least, but when ordered to do so by a man you had all but promised to fuck, it made it a lot easier. I felt delightfully sinful as my strip tease revealed that I had already complied with the only request he had asked for in our emails; to come without panties.

I stood up with my hands trying slightly to cover my very smooth shaven mons and was ordered to turn slowly to allow my master to check out my “goods”. My goods? Damn, that immediately made me feel like a piece of meat. However, unlike any other times, that was sort of a turn on… even the point of my coming here tonight.

After making one full rotation I came to a halt and awaited my next instructions.

John smiled smugly and demanded, “Play with yourself some and show me what I’m getting here.”

I knew what he meant. He wanted me to exercise my body parts to accentuate my desire to have him take control of me as we had agreed. So, as if trying to sell him a parcel of goods, as he had put it, my hands roamed up to my chest as I squeezed my girls invitingly for him and proclaimed, “Sorry they aren’t bigger.”

John’s face turned sour and I realized I had broken his first order not to speak.

John snapped, “What the fuck did I just tell you? Stand up straight and put your hands to your side.”

His voice scared me and as I took the position he demanded, I was launched into a world of sudden pain. Without any warning or even a hint of what was coming, out of nowhere his hand slammed across my left breast in one quick motion. I grabbed for the throbbing element of my pain as I lurched forward. I now knew how serious this all was and for one quick instant my safe word ran through my head. I caught myself however and understood what he was doing. He was setting the atmosphere, as well as my demanded attention to details, so I quickly dropped my hands from my boob and stood upright again. Was this what I really wanted… to allow a man to take control of my every action for mere sexual gratification - to brutally command my compliance by way of physical rebukes? My answer came as I found myself working to accept the pain as part of my indoctrination and wondering how to overcome my perceived disrespect as this man’s plaything. Realizing what might placate my new master, I instantly ran one hand between my legs to get back to what had been pleasing him, and began toying with my vulva. I ran my other hand over my ass and turned slightly for him to see me working it as a wanton whore might. Taking stock of his pleased smile, I bent over and even parted my legs slightly so he could see my pussy in all its glory.

Suddenly I was grabbed by my hair and asked, “You like porn?”, as he marched me across the dimly lit room in a half bent fashion.

I squealed out, “Sometimes… it depends.”

John shook my head and simply asked, “What did you say?”

I realized my obvious mistake and rephrased it as, “Sometimes, Master, but it depends on what kind.”

He stood me upright and demanded me to place my hands behind my back and to stay put. I could tell he was retrieving something from behind me and soon realized he was cuffing my hands. I began to make it difficult for him, but he easily overpowered me. I expected some kind of bondage and quickly accepted this minimal, but decided restraint. My lower extremities were on fire as I capitulated to his desires and felt like a very expensive piece of meat now. I began praying I hadn’t gotten in over my head. The quivering response from my pussy was reassuring me that I hadn’t. I had become extremely wet and that oddly enough embarrassed me that one man could do that to me so very quickly.

My master then backed me up a little and reached over my head for something. It was some kind of harness rig that he slipped under my arms and back over my shoulders. In an instant, I felt my body getting hoisted into the air, but just until I was on my tip toes.

“What kind of porn?”

I thought for a moment as I weighed just what I might want to say to him. I didn’t really want to reveal my most inner perversity nor give him any unwanted ideas, so I said, “Just guys taking girls in different ways.”

I got a quick but terse slap across my ass and he demanded, “Bullshit… tell me what you really like to see. In detail and I’d better believe it. Tell me what you fantasize about most when you frig yourself.”

My ass was stinging and I tried to rub it away with my shackled hands as I wondered what would appease him. Finally, I sheepishly answered, “I don’t know… its sick, I know, but I like… watching girls going down on other girls. I could never do that, but it gets me hot thinking about it.”

“That’s not it, or at least what you get off with. What’s the last thing you fantasize about as you cum?”

I hung my head in shame and gulped hard. I knew my secret would be safe considering the risks he would face if he pissed me off so I finally found the will to answer him honestly. “I think about what it would be like, if a girl, you know, sort of… sat on my chest and forced me to do that to her.”

“So, you like girls more than guys, huh? Then I guess you’d like it better if I was a woman? There must be something you like about men that brought you here. What is it?”

He was right of course, accept about preferring girls. I added meekly, “I do like guys, like when they… like when I’m on a first date and they start feeling me up. I guess I like getting felt up… you know, that awkward fumbling, being molesting by a new guy. It seems so… nasty, and naughty allowing a guy to do that to get his kicks… I guess.”

He walked around behind me and when he came back he went to my feet and I felt him fitting some kind of leather cuffs around each ankle. I looked down and back and saw they were attached to more ropes that went into loops about four feet apart on the ceiling. Slowly each leg was winched into the air which left me hanging in a sloping manner with my legs slightly opened. It’s hard to explain, but being nude in front of this stranger, hanging in mid air with my bottom wholly exposed, but I was more aroused than I’d ever been. I think being forced to reveal my most closely held sexual secrets were a big part of it, but when I took stock of how hard my nipples were, I knew there was no denying to myself that I was somewhat pleased with where this was going.

John disappeared behind me and spent several minutes setting up two cameras in front and to one side of me. I had agreed that as part of his compensation for helping me realize this fantasy of being dominated in a way that I couldn’t fight against, that he could tape me. He had giving his solemn promise to me that he would never show the tape to anyone; rather just keep it for his own use to masturbate over. That was a real head-sweller for me. The thought that he could jerk off watching the things he was going to do to me anytime he wanted made me give this whole deal a real hard look. It’s a weird sort of compliment, but knowing that he would like watching me many times in the future as his “subject” had been the fantasy I had masturbated to most often ever since I saw where his emails were going.

Next he came back with some contraption that he quickly forced into my mouth. I realized it was a device to hold my mouth wide open and I began drooling uncontrollably. I was wondering what advantage this might have for my master, but the obvious implication was that I couldn’t say no to either a blowjob or ugh, allowing him to shoot off into my mouth. I’ve had my share of guys that insisted I catch their cum, but it was not something I enjoyed that much.

The light of a TV came on in front of me and after a minute, a porn video started playing. It was of a girl being coerced into giving a man with a rather rigid cock a blowjob. He wasn’t going easy with her, but rather was insisting the girl deep throat his cock. The video had an immediate effect on me since I love it when I guy tries to get a little more from my mouth than I can take. When I saw the man’s hands forcefully holding the girls head in place as he probed the depths of her mouth, I felt like I was leaking juices from between my legs over how wet it got me. Suddenly, my master’s hand was twisting away at my left nipple and stating, “I see your nipples betray you. Like that, huh? Getting your mouth used like a cunt… being treated like a bitch in heat for his pleasure? Think he’ll get it down her throat?”

I had to struggle to hold my head up to watch, but I couldn’t allow myself to not watch. When John asked if I would like to be in that girl’s place, I had to nod my head. He then asked again if I thought the man in the video would get his cock buried deep into the girl’s throat, I almost hopefully nodded again. Then my new master left the room to go upstairs. I couldn’t understand why he would leave me there hanging like this, but as the video switched from one perverse scene to another and then another, I figured it was more indoctrination into the world of domination he claimed to know so much about in our talks. And then a scene came on that mesmerized me. There were three girls that were suddenly forcefully stripping a younger girl and that was when I knew my master had picked this film for a reason. The three girls took turns sitting on the girl’s chest as the others held her down and forcing her to lick their pussies. The victim seemed so tormented and violated, just as I fantasized about in my private moments of masturbation. I squeezed my vaginal muscles so hard over the pictures of that girl getting abused that I became aware that I was trying to make myself orgasm as I watched.

I squirmed around in my bondage setup uneasily as I tried without any success to excite my clitoris. I wanted to be in that poor girl’s place so much and couldn’t pry my eyes from her forced servitude if I wanted. The drool emanating from my gaping mouth made me feel like a starving dog for a piece of steak. It struck me at that point that that was the very reason I had been compelled to come here and place my self at such grave risk. I wanted to be forced past my line of acceptance to be forced to delve into actions I could never take on through my own fruition. I wanted my own shy reluctance to be physically overcome by a knowledgeable patron in this arena.

I heard the door to the basement open and soon saw my master’s feet coming back down the stairs. I twisted uncomfortably as the video still had the images on it that bared my secret to whoever might understand my own twisted desires. But as Master John came around to view the scene, a couple of things came apparent to me. First, he had obviously been watching me from some hidden area to know exactly when he might come back to “catch” me enjoying the visions in front of me, and secondly, how truly wonderfully gifted he was at managing my reluctance.

My master watched me with a huge grin on his face until I again twisted in a vane attempt to crush my clitoris enough to make me spasm in delight. He slowly sauntered over to me and grabbed a handful of my hair as his other hand ran over the cheeks of my ass until finally his fingers grazed my hot spot. I jumped in response to his light touch and heard my mouth moan out through the device commanding it. I wanted his hand to pleasure me for just a few moments at least, but as he retracted it I could see just how knowledgeable he was at teasing and taunting his subjects as he had indicated. For a fleeting moment I finally asked myself a question I should have put to him immediately in my first emails; how many girls had come before me that had ultimately taught him what he needed to know to manipulate my mind and body this way?

Bondage, sexual servitude, intimidation and even fear were quickly becoming my most needed desires. Then there was the physical discipline I had gotten a taste of earlier that was proving not only acceptable, but almost craved in some fashion. It all came together in one focal point that what I was looking for tonight was the ultimate form of being taken, ravaged, and compelled to perform as a loose collection of body parts another human needed for their own gratification. I was learning that pleasing a man under his terms with no apparent concern for mine was just as euphoric as any fantasy I have ever had in my life. As long as he was happy with his new plaything, so was I.

Finally, I felt a finger delve into my canal. I was embarrassed that there wasn’t the slightest resistance, and I cringed knowing that he had to understand just how receptive this video had left me. My master worked his finger in and out several times in a very slow and methodical way that finally allowed my head to drop, thus rendering the video a lesser desire. I moaned as spit dropped from my oral contrivance and I took in every nuance of his examination of my pussy. Then as he extracted his finger from me, I tried begging for more until I felt his finger toying with the entrance to my other opening. I squirmed trying to make him miss his target until he made it clear with a gleeful snort that it was his for the taking. His finger slowly entered the one place I had never allowed any other male to experiment with as I struggled to accept this new element of sex. But it quickly got worse. After extracting his finger, it was quickly replaced with some very hard and cold implement. I knew what the instrument was as I had seen one in use in a video I had once watched with a girlfriend. It was a metal hook and after placing the end of it firmly into my ass, I saw him running a thick string leading from it to yet another hook just over my head. John turned to get something from behind me and I tried my hardest to push the hook from my butt. Just as I felt it nearly out of me, John was back and slapped my ask in rebuke. He shoved it firmly back in place and then attached a weight onto the line to hold it in place. Then another… and then another until I felt like a hooked fish unable to get away from the newly introduced device.

My master spent several minutes roaming his hands all over every inch of my body. Every time he hit a spot I would moan over, he would give it just enough attention to titillate me, and then move on. It would be momentarily frustrating… until he hit the next endearing spot and I would moan again.

After a short eternity of blissfully being felt up, John came around and stood before me. I raised my head to see his wonderfully pleased face and then he undid his belt. I quivered knowing I was about to see the appendage I was ready to allow my body to devour anyway he chose to use it. As he pushed his shorts down, I saw he wore no underwear and assumed that was in tandem for his wish that I come without mine. As his cock came into view, I was mesmerized by its beauty. He wasn’t as hard as I would have thought, but it was well on its way to becoming a tool of destruction. It was thick and pulsing, had a wonderfully smooth mushroom shaped cap to it, and had several thick and manly veins visible. He came closer to me and I realized with my legs held as high as they were that my mouth was at the perfect height for him to pleasure himself with, but that was when I understood that the device in my mouth could in no way be a comforting way for a man to work himself off. Instead, he held his cockhead up until it barely touched the retaining instrument and demanded me to lick it. I struggled trying to get my tongue out far enough to taste this god of domination, and it seemed to do a good enough job as full life came to his erection. I saw that all my past lovers had been boys as his full girth came into play and I craved so badly to absorb his full length.

Master John pulled away from me and after turning the lights up brighter, took his place behind me and in between my legs. I looked at either camera capturing my carnal indignation and hung my head waiting for what I knew was coming for me. I knew accepting his girth would be a trial in itself, but with that hook in my ass, I feared that it would be all that much more painful. I felt the tip of his cock feeling its way for the proper positioning, and then my body lurched forward as he plunged unceremoniously into me. I screamed out through my gaping mouth, but all he did was push harder until it felt like his cock and the metal hook were rubbing along each other. I expecting his fucking motion to start, but instead he held his position and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me.

“Ahhh, now that’s golden. You have such a warm and firm grip on me. I could stay like this forever. You must be proud of this tight little cunt of yours?”

I nodded my head for so many reasons. His cock really felt great just sitting there. It was like I was feeling something for the first time from something within me. The muscles inside of me were examining his girth like they were my fingers and very much enjoying what they felt. I reveled in his words that he liked what I had to offer him so much, and even that word I normally felt so offensive took on such a new meaning, at least under these circumstances. Calling my pussy by that vulgar term “cunt” served to heighten my feelings of worth; it was suddenly a badge of honor that I had such a worthy appliance for a man to enjoy. I felt like the most desirable woman on the planet at that moment.

Master finally began his fucking motion and as my body heaved forward with every thrust as the human swing he had turned me into, he grabbed under my chest to grope my boobs to heighten his pleasure. After getting years of taunts over my slight size, it was wonderful hearing him describing to me just how beautiful and inviting he found them. He toyed with my nipples and twisted them as I withered my chest side to side. His tweaking of my nipples was just a little too hard, but that was just the way I liked it. Even when he groped my tits roughly, I enjoyed just how wonderful the pain felt as he enjoyed himself.

My body was lurching to-and-fro under his undulations, his use of my cunt felt as good to my body as it did to my mental pleasure. Feeling his fully engorged cock sliding in and out of me was driving me wild with lust for more. I was amazed that the hook in me barely interfered with his efforts. Knowing just how much he was enjoying fucking me was way past anything I had ever experienced with any other guy. His age probably had a lot to do with it. He was more mature in what he wanted and needed, and I felt like a princess knowing I was able to give this to him. Or perhaps better said, allowed him to take from me. Oddly enough, it wasn’t my pleasure that was working my brain now. It was how pleasurable this was for my master. As long as he was enjoying the hell out of me, that was as erotic and pleasurable for me as anything my body normally found exciting. Even the normal worries I would have during intercourse over achieving an orgasm meant nothing to me now. This was all about pleasing my master; that he felt great with what he was getting from me was all that really mattered, that he was the only one satisfied strangely enough was the satisfaction I was looking for now. Whether I got off or not didn’t mean a thing to me. I could always get myself off later.

Between his grunts and groans, I could see he was nearly finished with me and I struggled to grip him harder to make my cunt the only one he would ever want. I wanted to know I had the perfect hardware that would ruin all other girls’ abilities for him. I wanted at that moment to be this man’s lover forever after. But just as he was about to get off, he pulled his cock from me and nearly ran in front of me. I knew this action well. Several past boyfriends got off on giving their girls a “facial”, so I fully expected that this time. I knew the psychology behind the act as an exuberant feeling of control and satisfaction of debasing another to achieve that ultimate orgasm. Until that is, he took his cock in one hand and jerked away, his other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair to raise my head and I realized he wanted to take that action to the ultimate step of debasement. He was going to ejaculate into my wide opened mouth. With there nothing I could do about it, this had to be the epitome of orgasms. The thought of getting sperm in my mouth was always a disturbing idea to me, but with no way to stop it, it took on a whole new meaning of lustful endeavor. I pulled my tongue back to the floor of my mouth hoping to keep any of it from entering my throat and waited for the inevitable.

I struggled to watch his face as it was clear he was so very close to cumming. I was amazed that a man could find this much pleasure in me. My worth as meat went straight up to filet mignon. I was the hottest ticket on the menu. His face was distorting into that look of total domination over the girl he was fucking when suddenly, that first spurt shot into my mouth. I gagged trying to control its penetration into me, but as several more spurts shot from the slit in his cock, I marveled over how useful I had become for this man amongst men. My hair was hurting as his orgasm subsided and my head was suddenly unceremoniously dropped to indicate he was finished with me. His spent cum started draining from my mouth, except for the thicker remnants I tried coaxing away with my tongue.

As my very satisfied master stood back a step, my own impending mental orgasm was kept going by his words. All words that until this moment would have been construed as highly demeaning, crude, and uncalled for, were now verbal gestures of gratification over my worth to him from his eyes.

“Now that was the best fuck I’ve had in one fuck of a long time. You have the greatest little tight cunt, and titties that are out of this world. I’d cum in that pretty little mouth of yours anytime. I think I’ll make you my bitch. Would you like that?”

I looked up at him and wondered how a man could think and talk that way, but hell yeah, I wanted to be his bitch. I was in heaven despite my total physical displacement, but with the way he had so wonderfully used my body the way he had, I wanted to be his forever. I quickly nodded my head.

“Then you like my style of play? You’ve had a good time so far?”

Again I nodded.

“Great… I’m going to have a good time playing with my new toy. But you know what’s expected of you as my bitch? You’re mine now… no boyfriends, no hook ups with other guys. I want you waiting for my call to you every minute of every day. And when I summon you, you come ready to play. Understand?”

I tried smiling even as I knew I was giving away my right to free will, and nodded one more time.

“There’s still going to be other girls in my life, and even in this very room, but you can rest assured that you’re my favorite toy. Can you handle that?”

Truthfully it hurt to hear that he would still want other women, but his favor was so badly wanted that I gave him another nod.

“You can handle me fucking other girls? Perhaps even having to watch from time to time?”

I thought for a moment and realized that as long as I was the one being bragged about, and my master was happy, I could endure some way. I wanted to please this man so much so I could stay in his life, and finally I nodded one last time, sealing my destiny.

“I’m glad you thought about your answer. Now I can believe you. It’s settled then, from now on, you’re my bitch. That’s quite an honor you know. I’ve never been so pleased by a girl that I invited her back to my little playroom. You like my playroom… and how I’ve treated you?”

I nodded very quickly so he would understand my exuberance.

He turned and began pacing the room slowly as he nearly muttered his thoughts aloud. “This is going to be very fun. I have so many things you haven’t seen and ideas I want to play out. And with that smoking hot little body of yours, wow!” He came over to me and removed the device holding my mouth open and I immediately began twisting my jaws to regain my movement and trying to expel what was left of the cum still caught in my mouth.

“Look at the cameras and beg to be mine.”

I snapped my head up to see a very smug look and realized he wanted proof that I wouldn’t cry rape later on. After working my jaw to formulate words again, I looked to the camera on my right and begged, “Yes, I want to be yours. I want to be… yours to play with.”

He quipped, “That’s a little ambiguous. Get more detailed.”

“I want to be your bitch. I’ll wait for your calls to come to you.” I thought about it for a moment and as any male would want to hear over loyalty, I added, “I swear, I won’t get with any other guys… ever. I want to be your playmate forever.”

“Now that I know your desire for other girls, I want you to prove to me that you can handle my abundant sex life. Before you get to play again, you have to prove your ability to cope with competition. You’re going to have to bring me my next toy. And of course, you’ll have to watch it play out. Understand?”

What? He expected me to find him another girl to fuck, or worse, to enjoy in this perverse way? I was aghast that not only did he want to do this with other girls, but forcing me to find his next victim? His smile began to fade and I felt so worried that I would lose his favor that I quickly answered in a very loyal way. “Yes Master John, I’ll try to find you a new toy. But…”

With that he smiled and began removing the weights holding the hook in my butt. He removed the hook and then began lowering my legs. I was still suspended on my toes however and waited for him to see my discomfort. When he did finally notice, he lowered the rope just enough so as to allow my feet to the ground. And then he went back upstairs. I was left wondering why he hadn’t released me, but my thoughts quickly turned to two things. How could I actually find the new man in my life a girlfriend, a one night stand for his carnal pleasure, and then I was still itching between my legs to get off. I tried reaching my still cuffed hands down low enough to reach the backside of my pussy. I was barely able to reach my opening, but fingered myself as best I could. I even began squeezing my legs together to excite my clitoris. I closed my eyes and remembered how that hook had felt and began fingering my ass. Between the wiggling around and my fingers going back and forth between my openings, I was finally able to cause a small orgasm that left me withering in a sweaty heap hanging from my bonds.

After about a half hour, Master came back to me and the first question out of his mouth was, “Have you thought about how you’re going to get my next toy?”

I nodded and suggested a girlfriend I had, but he didn’t want that.

“No, it can’t be anyone you know. I don’t want you becoming jealous of your friends. It has to be someone you don’t know and will never see again. And you know, I saw you frigging yourself upstairs. Did I say you could cum?”

I forgot he might be able to see, and whined, “I’m sorry Master John, but I needed that so badly. I’m sorry.” And to answer the first part of his statement, I added, “I don’t know where I’ll find someone for you, but I’ll work it out.”

“You should be sorry. I was getting ready for a second go at you, but now you’re probably not into it.”

Worried that I had robbed myself of something even greater, I begged his forgiveness and tried assuring him that I was ready for more. He came around to free me from my harness and then un-cuffed my hands. I was dumbfounded that he was about to send me on my way, but then he spun me around to face him and gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever received. One hand went to my crotch and began groping me like a horny young boy. I pushed against his hand and finally he told me to follow him. He flicked on a second light and I could see a row of cabinets and shelves that held all kinds of sexual devices, harnesses, and assorted leather products. I was amazed to see such a huge collection.

John reached over to a drawer and rummaged through it until he held out a pair of white cotton panties, a peasant top, a pair of short shorts, and a dog collar. I was puzzled by every piece he held out, but when he ordered me to put on the clothes, I did. After pulling the shorts on, he swung the dog collar in circles on his fingers and beckoned me to him. I could see he wanted to put it on me, and sick as it may be, I wanted to wear it for him. I tilted my head to one side and pulled my hair out of the way as he glibly fastened it to my neck. It was leather and had one loop hanging from it. I figured it held more symbolism than anything, but I was soon to be proven that that was only a part of its purpose.

Master pulled me into his arms as he began caressing me again and grabbing my ass. “Was that orgasm you gave yourself that good?”

I shook my head and told him it was hardly anything at all.

“Good, you want another one?”

“I swooned that he was offering to please me and whispered in his ear, “I want that so much… please Master, forgive me for doing that. I want to experience it your way. Will you please take me?”

His breath melted away every inhibition I ever had as he whispered into my ear, “If you can play the role, I’ll fuck the shit out of you. I know you like the force thing. You ready for the ultimate fuck? Can I rape you?”

I pushed back and was puzzled over why he would say such a thing. Rape me? He doesn’t need to rape me… I’m way too willing to fuck him willingly. But then as I peered into his eyes I began understanding what he was actually telling me. The big hint was his use of the word “role”. He wanted me to play the role of a victim to entice his actions. I think when I finally understood what he wanted that I shocked the hell out of him. I pushed away from him roughly and looked around the room as I spat out, “ No, you can’t fucking rape me! What the fuck do you think I am?”

And then I spied on the far side of the room something that I assumed he wanted to use for this ordeal. It was a mattress on the floor, and wouldn’t you know, with a steel loop on the wall right above it. I thought about the loop on my collar and realized I was missing one detail. I spun around to the rows of shelves and saw what I needed. I walked over and grabbed a leather leash and spun around to shove it in my master’s face. “What the fuck is this for? To walk me like a dog, too? You think you can have anything you want? Not as long as I can fight you off, you can’t.”

John knew exactly what I was doing then. I was taunting him just the way he would have it in his fantasies. He snatched the leash from my hand and forced me haphazardly against the row of cabinets behind me. I struggled to push him away, but after a brief skirmish, he had attached the leash to my collar. He turned and tugged me along after him as he walked to one camera to turn it towards the mattress, and then tugged me along to turn the other camera. The stage was set, now it was time to get mine… by giving Master John exactly what he wanted… a fight.

I made a grab for the leash and that started a whole new flurry of struggling. I was swearing at him to let me go and selling it so well that after tackling me onto the mattress, he held my arms over my head and asked, “Are we still playing?”

I was somewhat reassured that this man had my welfare at heart and in answer, I spat out indignantly, “Did you fucking hear me crying uncle, you fucking woose?”

The second I heard those words come from my mouth, I wondered if I had gone way too far. I wanted to fuck like crazy, but not get hurt. Either way, this was out of my hands now and the only way out was to cry out my safe word, but I already knew I never cared to mention that word uncle ever again in my life.

Master manhandled me up the mattress and pinned me down with his weight. I saw he was attaching the leash to the loop on the wall and as soon as I got a chance, I started hitting him with my fists. He quickly got control of me and with my arms pinned over my head again I felt him snatching the peasant blouse up over my head. I was blinded and sort of liked having my face hidden, and could feel Master sitting back to obviously enjoy the sight of my exposed and taught boobs. But then came another surprise that I should have half expected after my name calling. As he had already done once, he used the tenderness of my breasts to correct my attention. I screamed out when he slapped the hell out of my left tit a second time. I bolted upright and as my blouse fell down, I saw my boob as it throbbed in pain. I looked up to see sheer anger on John’s face and wondered if calling him a woose had been too much for him. He pushed me back again and then pushed the blouse back up to my chin. He switched the hands he was using to hold my arms up over my head so his left hand was free. I saw him looking directly at my right boob and knew what he was thinking. I winced over the thought of how much this was going to hurt, but I also could see how much he wanted to do it. So, I helped him.

“You fucker, you can’t treat me this way.”

He pulled his left hand back in anticipation of hitting me, and stared into my face. At that moment we both knew more about each other than anyone else in the world. Our secrets were out, but still only shared between the two of us. I mustered up all my strength and goaded my lover into fulfilling his greatest wish in just the way he wanted. I wanted his abuse and for him to enjoy raping me. It was my gift to him for all that he had shown me this night.

“You fucking chicken. You can’t do it, can you? You couldn’t rape a goat.”

With that I saw his hand fly through the air and land square against the side of my right tit and in super slow motion I saw my nipple fly out towards its mate and snap back. The pain made me cringe, but I had no time to worry about that since Master immediately began an onslaught of preparing my body for his forced sexual abuse. I felt my shorts getting ripped open and then pushed down to reveal the top on my pussy. I struggled under his weight to fight him off and quickly saw how that worked to turn him into a raging horned up attacker. As I lifted my butt off the bed to push him away, I was overcome by just how turned on I was becoming. I’ve had my share of rape fantasies in my own mind, but this was turning me on so much that I fought harder to keep it going. Knowing that the chance of getting really hurt was at a bare minimum, I played my role as my master’s victim to the hilt.

I wiggled under him constantly trying to upset his rhythm and to really make him work to get at the all important acreage he was intent on reaching. At one point I was about to bolt out from underneath him, but I nearly strangled myself when the leash reminded me of its presence. After he had kicked off my shorts, his knee was in between mine so quick that I wasn’t able to snap my legs together effectively enough to thwart his control of them. In seconds his other leg was between mine and prying my legs open. The feeling of my vaginal lips being forcefully opened, and my muscles overcome so as to be rendered ineffective at stopping his assault, launched my head into orbit. At some point he reached down and bit my right nipple just hard enough to cause it to swell nearly double in size. Our sweat was making our bodies slippery and thus harder for him to keep a grip on me. I again tried to make a break for the edge of the mattress until my leash held me back.

My master now had my legs splayed and my arms controlled, and I was almost ready to give up my fight. However, he still had to get his own shorts off and that was even more difficult for him. Through lost grips and flailing arms, he managed to start his shorts down enough so I caught a glimpse of his erection. I saw how hard he was and determined to win my body. I had my knees bent trying to get them between myself and his body as he lifted up to kick off his shorts, but just as I went to get one leg between us, he grabbed it and pushed it into the air. They were now spread even wider than before and then in a flash my other leg was hoisted into the air. I giggled in my mind thinking how this must be how a baby feels as their diaper is changed; and in this position, it didn’t really matter if my legs were spread or not; He had a perfect target to aim for.

John’s head nuzzled into my neck and began biting me, but not so hard as to really hurt. I guess he was trying to engage my mind so I couldn’t fight him as effectively. I felt the tip of his cock probing my bottom and twisted just enough so he lost his grip on my right leg. It flung out away from his hand and was free to kick at him. So instead of trying to get it under control again, his hand went between us and his fingers plunged into my pussy. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until after withdrawing it slightly, he plunged it back into me again, but I could tell there was another finger this time. He quickly repeated his last effort and this time I was stretched further than ever by what felt like all his fingers until I cried out and stopped struggling to appease him. He sat back and released my other leg and it fell to the bed, bent at the knee still. He now had me under control by the grip of one hand that as I looked down appeared to be half way into me. His thumb began a frigging motion on my clit and I grabbed the sides of my head as the most forceful climax I’ve ever had was eminent. He was laughing at me and the predicament I had been plunged into, and seeing what he was doing to me, he upped his motion on my clit. I grabbed fistfuls of the sheet on the bed as I tried forcing my climax to subside, but it was already in motion and nothing was going to stop it. I felt his hand delve even deeper into me and began pumping it in and out. I screamed out as wave after wave of mind shattering orgasms ravaged my body.

Even before my body stopped quivering, John was back in place and easily penetrated me. My muscles could barely function, let alone stop his appendage from skewering me. He lifted my left leg into the air and pumped away at me unchallenged for several minutes until I realized he was about to get off. Just as quick as my fight had left me, it was now back and I managed to pull my body away far enough to make his cock fall from me. That pissed my master off and he slapped my ass as hard as he could. It stung so much that he easily splayed my legs again to re-enter me. Now he slammed into me so hard that his cock just couldn’t get any deeper in me. It was hard as hell to endure that final onslaught of thrusts, and my ordeal of being raped had a repugnant end to it.

When he was ready to cum, he pulled out of me and brought his cock to my mouth. He was so fixed on what he was doing that he simply forced my mouth open with his fingers until he could slide his cock in between them. I thrashed around trying to spit his erupting cock from my mouth, but instead he pushed it deeper until I had to hold still or risk being injured. I could feel my mouth swelling with his deposit until that final plunge when I could feel more spurts entering directly into my throat.

“Take that bitch, you little fucking cunt! Get it all. You like getting force fed, don’t you?”

I was struggling to keep from choking as the ooze of sludge crawled into my throat and I was held in place by his near impalement of me. The thought of what he was forcing me to do was only made worse by his taunts and smugness. When he finally withdrew, I quickly got my head around what had just happened and how it really didn’t affect anything I had already agreed to go along with earlier. I didn’t want to risk his wrath and just as quickly sought something to say to make my abuser feel comfortable over what he had just done. I coughed repeatedly trying to expel his cum from my throat, but in the end I had to swallow several times just to clear my airway. As my lover fell off me and onto his back entirely spent, I turned up onto one elbow to face him’

“Wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be, was it?”

His closed eyes opened to stare me down. Finally between his panting, he managed to eek out, “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t make a very good bitch if I weren’t, now would I?”

After resting for several minutes, we got up, I found my clothes, and we both got dressed. I straightened my hair the best I could and was soon being shown the door. When we got there, Master pushed me up against the wall and kissed me passionately for several minutes. Few words were being spoken, but I knew I had to say something to assure him just how much I wanted to come back to him. I lifted his hand in mine and kissed it softly as I whispered, “I promise I’ll find someone for you to play with, but… I won’t be left out of it, will I?”

I all I got from him before being aimed for the door was a very devilish grin.

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