That smirk confirmed what Tara already knew – that he was most certainly the boss, the dominant one and she was about to become his sexual plaything. That delightful little thought spun around in her head until her pussy throbbed and tingled with increased frenzied desire.
“I won’t stop you,” she told him breathily. “But I suppose it depends on what you’re going to do to me. I should warn you – I do karate so I can defend myself,” now it was her turn to smirk.
“Less of the smart arse attitude, Miss Hurst,” he growled and ran his hand lightly over her stocking clad thigh appreciating the fine silky fabric under his fingertips and tugging at the lacy top. Then he began to carefully ease one of them down, peeling it slowly from her long leg. “I’ll tie you with this,” he told her smiling - the idea amused him, binding her with her own underwear. He took both her hands and bound them together with the stocking then gently rolled its partner down her other leg. He would use this one to loop her tied wrists to the steel ring hanging from a chain dangling above her head from the ceiling. “Place your legs as I told you, Tara,” he ordered standing back to watch as she spread her legs and exposed herself utterly to him.
This was it – if she obeyed then he’d see all of her. Well all that was private and intimate about her.
He smirked again as she obeyed him. “I’ll take a good long look at you in a moment,” he promised then pushed a button making the chair rise. “I don’t like to bend,” he explained. “I like to examine and to torment at eye level – less strain on the back.”
Torment- her breathe was coming in sharp little gasps now and she was even wetter, her pussy was drenched.
“Your pussy is lovely,” he complemented gently parting her folds to look at her closely and hearing her sigh with contentment. “So responsive, so very wet and your clit is very swollen and aroused. But your opening is small – is your vagina usually tight, Tara?
What could she say in answer to that?
“Answer me girl – do your lovers have trouble pushing their cocks into you? Does it ever hurt you when they do?”
“Some…times,” she stammered. “But my ex was small and we didn’t make love a lot – so it’s been a while,” she admitted her cheeks turning pink. Hell – why was admitting that far more embarrassing that sitting here fully exposed like this in front of a strange man?
“I’m glad you told me,” he smiled feeling his penis stiffen. She was tight – he’d use that as the focus of the torment so he’d use the vibrator first. It was so long and thick she’d scream a lot and he’d enjoy that. Making his subs scream made him cum harder.
“I think we’ll try the vibrator first,” he said taking it from the box and smearing it liberally with lube from a tub on a shelf behind him. “As I understand it the vagina is very elastic, but really,” he frowned. “An object of this size pushed into that soft, tight, tender passage,” he paused watching her mewl silently. “Make your eyes water does it,” he chuckled passing it in front of her face. “Not for the faint hearted I would say.”
Tara was breathing fast – she couldn’t take much more she was so desperate. “Just do it, please – do it now,” she rasped closing her eyes and moaning her readiness.
First she felt his fingers and bit on her lip holding her breath. He was opening her - spreading her wide again. Then she heard the buzz followed by the pressure of the vibrator as he held it for a second against her open vulva. Tara called out and groaned. He pressed, he rubbed and slid the thing around her entrance, up between her feathery lips before finally resting it against her engorged clitoris watching as she wriggled and jumped on the chair.
“Good isn’t it?” His eyes were dark pools and his voice was deep and hard. He touched and stroked down the inside of her slit again watching her writhe. He had the thing on the highest setting and knew very well the sensations on such a receptive little area would be too much. But he wanted to torment her and he’d barely got started. “Feel free to scream, Tara,” he told her smugly. “No one will hear you except me. This room is completely sound proof,” he assured her. Then he slipped all the fingers of one hand into her deep, wet hole.
Tara shrieked out then swallowed hard – it hurt but she was on fire – she could feel her juices running warm and wet between her legs. You randy slut, she thought – as she felt his fingers work their magic.
“This is your first time in here,” he said casually withdrawing his fingers and circling her swollen clitoris with his sticky, wet fingertips. “So I’m not going to be too hard on you, Tara.”
She groaned – she didn’t care – she wanted everything he could give – everything he was capable off. All she really wanted was to climax – to get the blessed release she’d craved so much and for so long.
“Make me cum,” she whimpered as he began to undo the buttons on her white blouse. “Please just make me cum,” she was desperate – she wanted to lose herself in the ecstasy of orgasm and feel normal again.
“Not yet Tara – not until I say you can.”
She groaned and watched as he cut between the cups of her bra with a pair of scissors.
“Nice tits,” he sneered pinching her rock hard nubs. “So big and good to bite,” he added giving her left breast a nip with his white teeth. “So you want to cum, do you. How much Tara? How much do you want it?”
She whimpered again and her lovely full lips pouted sexily at him as she mouthed the word, ‘please’.
“I will let you cum – eventually, but this isn’t he usual sort of sex so I want to punish you a little first – agreed?”
Tara nodded – she’d let him do anything – anything to her sex starved body just as long as she could climax.
“Okay – given that you’ve asked for this,” he nodded releasing her from the steel loop and making her now lean over his chair on her front instead so that he had access to her backside.
With her prostrated in this position and her ankles shackled to the chair legs she looked just wonderful. Her ass was glorious and her pussy lips peeped between her semi parted buttocks so temptingly. He was hardening – this one was just what he needed – she be good for him. He slapped hard across both cheeks – he couldn’t help himself. She squealed and shook her ass at him – he slapped again rubbing her clitoris with his free hand as he did.
“Hell that was good,” he groaned bending to kiss each red cheek in turn. “Next time I’ll deliver more strokes and use my cane,” he promised.
Tara was surprised at how much she’d enjoyed that. She’d never suspected this strange little need was even in there – but he’d obviously spotted it
“This will stretch you and it will probably hurt too,” he added with mock concern as he put a hand on the back of her thigh. “But the intense sensations you feel in a moment – whether they be pain or pleasure - is what it’s all about, Tara,” he intoned darkly - his voice now laced with a seductive, velvet tone that sent goose bumps over her skin.
He passed a hand over her soft buttocks almost lovingly then gripped her thigh again. Holding the vibrator against her opening he first teased by switching it on so she could feel the erotic little pulses. Then secure in the knowledge that his cock couldn’t get any harder he thrust it firmly into her wet softness.
Tara shrieked as the object filled and stretched her. It filled her to the hilt and felt like nothing she’d experienced before. It throbbed and buzzed against the walls of her passage as he energetically fucked her with it. Each thrust he delivered was hard and went deep - it felt glorious – it felt hideous. It made her almost faint with the intense pleasure as the waves of blissful delight swept throughout her pussy. Her clitoris was on fire and throbbing as he ensured he rubbed against it with each harsh push. Yet the pain made her hold her breath and squeal with outrage. Exquisite – that was the only word she could think of to describe what he was doing to her. Despite the humiliating way he was using her she never wanted him to stop. Finally Tara could take no more and with an almost animalistic shrie
k she climaxed heavily and went limp as he continued to ram in and out of her.
“Next time I’ll use a cane or a paddle and make that cute backside of yours very red and sore,” he promised as she finally came back to reality. “Perhaps sharp, little clamps for those glorious nipples of yours too – what do you think?”
He’d stopped. She was still restrained in the same way and he was rubbing a wipe over her pussy – cleansing her of the copious juices.
She screamed out as once finished he pushed his fingers into her again. How many she couldn’t tell but her pussy was, once again, stretched to capacity.
“Does that hurt,” he asked.
“Only because I wasn’t expecting it,” she gasped. “What do I call you,” she squealed as he pushing into further. All this intimacy – this strange weird pleasure, pain thing and she didn’t even know his name.
“My name is James but when we are together like this you call me Master,” he confirmed darkly. “No need for you to know anything else,” he said as he withdrew.
Master – and there was going to be more of his – oh joy. This being restrained and taken rough and hard was just the most delicious way to have sex. And then there were those words – punishments, torment. They were glorious words filled with the promise of pleasure to come.
The words sizzled in her head and sparked hot through her sex – they were the most beautiful words. The prospect of being sexually tormented by James was a new and dark pleasure and one Tara knew she was going to enjoy – red buttocks and all.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he announced. “I’ll use a condom but I will get you checked out and adequately protected soon,” he promised.
He entered her hard and harsh like he had the vibrator, thrusting deep. He gripped the sides of his chair and rolled it towards him on its castors pulling her onto his large erection then pushing her back. Each penetration filled her completely and felt so good after what she was used to with Gareth. She screamed – she couldn’t last – this was so good – poor Gareth after this she’d be lost to him.
She howled as he pounded into her again and he was manipulating the chair with one hand now and using his other one to squeeze and pinch at her clitoris. The pleasure was intense – the pain each time he gripped her delicate nub excruciating but the blend was just the most delightful thing. She screamed and bucked and held her breathe and then her world seemed to dissolve as the most intense orgasm claimed her – stamped her hard with its mark – and made it’s demands on her psyche for how things would be in the future.
“You’ll come here again, Miss Hurst - tomorrow after work.” He told her once he’d released her and she’d dressed. “I close at six so don’t be late or the punishment will be particularly harsh.” He promised before plundering her mouth with his own. “You are mine now and I’ll tell you the ground rules as we go along. But be warned – if you disobey me again the consequences will be dire.”
“But I haven’t disobeyed you, James,” she pouted.
“You climaxed without permission,” he pointed out. “And you have just addressed me wrongly.”
Tara hung her pretty head contritely. “Sorry Master, please forgive me,” she whined. “I’ll do anything to please you, anything,” she offered.
James smiled and kissed her again. She was really very good – such a good find. “I know you will,” he smiled. She could pay for her misdemeanours tomorrow. He’d think of something good. But whatever that was he’d most certainly put his cock in her mouth and teach her how to deliver fellatio the way he liked it.
“Until tomorrow evening, Miss Hurst,” he said handing her the wrapped vibrator as she left the shop. “Regards to your friend and I hope she gets a great deal of pleasure from the present,” he smirked as he pecked her cheek before watching her shapely figure disappear down the street.
If you enjoyed part 1 then parts 2 and 3 are available now.
Part 2 – Sampled by the Master
Part 3 – Tara’s Humiliation
Table of Contents
Book 1
Part 2 – Sampled by the Master
Part 3 – Tara’s Humiliation
Toying With Tara Page 2