"Come on. I know a good place nearby."
I'm not sure why exactly I was surprised when the limo showed up. I had expected us to walk, though I wasn't looking forward to walking in the cold. Though I realize I'd probably have walked off the Brooklyn Bridge if it was with him…
We got into the back of the limo, and there was a candlelit dinner, already waiting for us.
"How did you do that?" I said with an excited laugh.
"Magic," he said.
I laughed. It was a little white lie of course. Later I would learn that on a number of occasions, Gary had used this trick on a number of women he'd lured back to his limo. Well, perhaps "lured" is a strong word. That makes him sound like too much of a predator. Then again, he is kind of a predator, in his way. Just not the kind a girl needs to be afraid of. Well, not afraid for her safety, anyway. Her maidenhead on the other hand...I couldn't imagine a woman with the will power to turn down a beguiling buck like him. Apparently most women could not either. Weeks later, when I got more acquainted with Chet, his limo driver, he would say "I don't know how he does it, but Gary always leaves the party with whatever girl he wants. Gary Bennett always gets what he wants." And that's the point I figured out that he'd probably ordered that dinner prepared before he'd even cast eyes on me. He knew he could have any woman he wanted, and he just wanted to be prepared. I had to laugh at that.
At the time, however, it just felt so romantic, and though it was something he'd sort of prepared to ambush me with, I think he got as much out of our romantic candle-lit limo ride as I did. His predatory eyes were still there, but for the time being, the polite neighborly banter continued, and we learned a little about one another, and before the ride was over, perhaps because I'd drunk one or two too many glasses of wine, I'd admitted I was watching him dominate that Yvette girl, and that I'd touched myself a few times because I just couldn't stand it.
"You want—no—you need to be dominated," he said, not as a question. Just as a statement.
"If it's by you, I do," I said.
"Well, we're here," he said.
I looked out, and sure enough, as promised, he'd brought me home.
"Would you still like me to come in with you?"
"Yes," I said.
So he sent Chet home with the limo, and followed me in.
"Sorry the place is such a mess," I said.
He didn't say anything. He just started eagerly kissing me again, pressing me against the door. Clearly he didn't notice the mess. Or he didn't care.
He tore off my clothing, article by article until I was down to my bra and panties, while I struggled to get him down to his boxers. He helped a little too, and when it came time to undoing his tie, he took it off and held it in one hand while deftly unhooking my bra with his other.
"Turn around," he said.
"Why?"
"Don't make me ask again," he said, a little danger in his voice.
I did as I was told, and then he pulled my hands behind my back, and then tied them tightly, painfully tightly, with his tie. Then he spun me back around.
Then he kissed me again.
I instinctively pulled at my hands, which were tied quite securely behind my back. It was as though I'd already forgotten. I wanted to touch his face, and his beautiful, muscular chest. But also, feeling this helpless with him made my pussy so wet! I just wanted him to tear my panties off and fuck me already!
He pulled away from the kiss finally, leaving me aching for more. He took off his belt, and folded it over twice in his hand, and then struck me on the ass with it. Not terribly hard, but it felt like a slap, and I wondered if it was going to leave a welt.
"That's for making me ask twice. Don't let it happen again."
"Yes sir," I said.
He whipped my other ass check with the belt.
"You know how I feel about calling me sir. Only my submissives call me sir. So don't you dare call me sir unless you mean it."
"Yes sir," I said.
He whipped me again.
"Please sir, let me be your submissive, sir," I said.
He grinned.
"I'm way too fucking horny to discipline you properly tonight," he said. "Lead me to your room so I can fuck you."
Oh my…
I paused for the briefest of moments. I'm not sure why. I wanted to lead him to my room. I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I think I was just trying process everything.
"Now," he shouted, and I felt the sting of his belt across my ass again.
"Yes sir!" I said.
He whipped me again.
"Hurry up. Don't make me wait."
I hurried along to my room, and then I had to turn to grasp at the handle of my door behind my back. As I did so, Gary leaned in close, and I couldn't concentrate.
"What's the holdup?"
"Sorry…um…I…I'm not used to opening doors with my hands tied like this."
He smiled. He reached behind me and opened the door and let us into the room, and then shut the door behind us.
The room was dark. I looked at his dark, unreadable face in the city light and moonlight that filled the room. He peered around the room, and then back at me as I stood there in nothing but my panties, with my hands bound behind me. I was feeling very exposed. Feeling like I was about to be devoured by some kind of apex sex predator.
He stalked up to me and then his powerful frame loomed over mine like a phantom.
"Get on your knees," he said.
I did so without a word. Then he took his belt and looped it around my neck, and then pulled it until it was tight, almost, but not quite choking me. Then he used the free end of it as a kind of leash, pulling me forward a little.
"I want you to suck my cock, Kayla."
Then he pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprang out.
His cock was so…big. Much bigger than I'd expected. It looked so hard and so swollen… He must have been really excited! I think at that moment I felt just a combination of excitement and fear in my pussy. Would he be able to fit without really hurting me? I hoped so. I was so wet now. That's about all I had time to think before he thrust his cock into my mouth, while simultaneously tugging at the belt that now acted as a kind of choking collar.
"Mmm," he said, as he slowly, but firmly pulled me in and then back out, coaxing me to take in the head of his cock. Thankfully, he didn't try to force it too far in at first. I had this fear that I would gag, and that would be humiliating. I wanted so badly to please him. But I wanted him to fuck me too.
He probably forced me to suck his cock for another two minutes or so, so for two minutes, there was just us in the dark, me staring into his unreadable dark eyes as they stared deeply back into mine. Then, finally, he pulled out and spoke again.
"I can't stand it anymore," he said. "Get up."
He tugged at the belt, forcing my back up and onto my feet, then he pulled the belt again like a leash and led me to the bed.
Then he kissed me passionately again, this time biting down on my lower lip. Hard. So hard I yelped. Then he pushed me so that my knees buckled against the edge of the bed and I fell backwards onto it. Then he roughly pulled me up a little so my that head was behind the pillow.
"Condoms?" he asked.
"I don't think I have any," I said, feeling a bit pathetic as I did. It had been some time since I'd shared my bed with anyone.
He seemed to smile at this, almost in satisfaction, and disappeared outside the room for a few moments, leaving me there on the bed, my hands feeling a little numb behind me now, my neck feeling a little bit choked, but in a way that was obviously turning me on. My panties felt so wet now that you would think I'd just gone swimming! Then Gary came back with a packet. He tore it open and covered his massive erect cock with it.
Then Gary climbed onto the bed, and finally peeled off my panties. I breathed heavily now, so ready for him to take me I ached. I was so impatient now! Gary climbed on top of me and then began to slowly push his cock into my pussy. And I
thought it would hurt, but it slid in so easily I felt suddenly that his amazing cock had been made just for me! I let out a gasp of both shock and delight.
He thrust in and out, slowly at first, an animalistic look on his face. One of his hands felt around at my face and throat, while the other gripped the pillow behind me as leverage to force himself in and out of me. And it was the first time I'd ever felt so completely possessed by man. It was too much for me. I could feel a major orgasm coming on, and it was going to be violent, and I was going to be very loud!
"Oh god, I'm going to come," I moaned.
"Not without permission you're not," he said.
"Please, sir, please do I have permission to come?"
"No, just wait."
I couldn't wait. Everything about this position just made me so fucking hot. I came. Hard. And I screamed.
Until he slapped me. Hard. Across the face. That shut me up. I stared back at him in a combination of fear, anger and lust.
"Wait for permission, next time" he said.
There's going to be a next time? I remember thinking. The thought made me feel overjoyed. I really wanted there to be a next time. Because really, no man was going to be able to satisfy me after this.
"Yes sir!" I laughed.
"What are you smiling about?" he said.
"This is the best fucking sex I've ever had," I moaned. Evidently this was the right answer, because he began grunting immediately, and made a face that harkened back to another time—maybe a time when we didn't have so many rules and formalities—and men like Gary took what they wanted, and women like me loved it!
After that, he rolled off me, untied my hands, and we talked for awhile, all that sexual tension between us gone, for the time being.
"There's something special about you, Kayla Grace," he said, stroking my hair gently. We exchanged a smile. I felt safe now, like that, with him. It was like he was two people. One that was fond of me, the way a nice boy is sweet on a nice girl, and the one that wanted make that girl into a dirty slut who screamed for more dirty sex! And I was in love with both of them.
Then we fell asleep together in my cozy bed. And I slept better that night than I had in years.
Chapter Three
I still touch myself when I think about our first night together. It seems so long ago now. We've certainly come a long way since then. He's had ample time to train me, during our last two years of marriage. Master has been slowly been breaking me. Molding me. Shaping me. Yes, I call him Master now, when we're within the confines of the mansion. Especially when I'm in confines, if you get my meaning. And he's slowly been preparing me, though for what, I was only about to find out.
It wasn't until just half an hour ago that I realized what Master had planned for me this evening. And even now, I'm not entirely sure how deep exactly this scenario was going to go.
We were upstairs in the bedroom, getting ready for the party. I'd just put on a coquettish French maid's dress for the occasion, something I already thought was suitably humiliating for the occasion.
"How do I look?" I asked Master, as he adjusted his bow tie. He would of course, be wearing a tuxedo while hosting the party. And he looked so good in it. I beam with pride whenever I look at him now, knowing he's mine. Or I suppose more accurately, i am His.
He kissed me then, and groped at my breasts. I purred with pleasure.
"Take it off," he said.
The old me would have asked what he had planned, but the new me knew better than to question Master. I stripped it off without hesitation.
"The bra and panties too," he said.
I bit my lip and did as I was told. I sort of wanted him right then. It was amazing how quickly he could raise that desire in me now, just by the commanding tone of his voice. I was so ready to be fucked.
"Put this on," he said, and handed me the teeny, tiny latex bikini we'd bought together a few months back. It looked good on me, and fit me well, like a tiny, form-fitting glove for my tits and crotch. But it was so skimpy! It just barely covered my lady parts.
I put it on, and then coyly and demurely looked over my shoulder at him. He smiled.
"Perfect," he said with a devilish smile.
Then he brought out the black, leather, lace-up monoglove armbinder, and began to fasten it onto me, pinning my arms behind my back. He laced it up quite tightly, and I could feel my elbows getting pressed together. This was something we had had to build up to gradually. It had taken a lot of yoga and stretching before I was finally able do this, but then when I saw the way Master looked at me—so proud and full of lust—once I could do it, it had all seemed worth it.
"You'll want some nice shoes to add to the ensemble. Add some color. Here, wear these."
He took out my red three-inch stilettos, which close with a strap at the top—which he obviously had to help me with, given that my arms were now bound—and then I was wearing my shoes.
"There. Now you've got a little more height."
Master still towered over me, but these shoes did still make me feel a little more powerful. Plus, I loved the way they made my legs look. Or rather, I knew Master loved the way they made my legs look. I suppose that was all that mattered.
Then he took out a black collar and clasped it around my neck, looped a short leash through it—which hung down in a neat little loop that he could fit a few fingers through—that hung just past my belly button.
"There," he said. "You look so hot right now—I just want to fuck you."
"So what's stopping you, Master?" I said with a sultry smile as I bit my lip.
He returned a mischievous smile.
"Oh there will be time for that later, doll. But first, there's so much we need to do."
I looked at him imploringly.
"The party's in fifteen minutes," I said. "If you didn't want to fuck me now, then…"
He smiled. "You're going to make so many people happy tonight, doll." He leaned in close to my ear. "Me most of all."
"Master, you can't…"
He raised an eyebrow at me. I should have chosen my words better. I can't tell him what he can't do. And the look he gave me told me I knew better. And I did know better. But still…
"…You can't seriously expect me to go to the party looking like this," I objected.
He grabbed the loop of the leash and pulled my in close so that our faces were inches apart.
"I expect you to do exactly as you're told, slave."
"Yes, Master," I said, looking down, feeling stupid for saying anything, but also feeling fear at what was to come. I was so exposed like this. I loved it when master saw my body like this, loved the way it drove him wild with desire. But I didn't want others to see me like this. But if Master wanted it…and if I wanted to please Master, then…
"We're going to play a little game, doll. This is something I've wanted to do for a long time. And you may not have realized this, but you've been training for this your whole life. At least our whole married life."
He ran his hands up and down my quivering body. I ached with a desire for him to ravish me. My pussy ached for his deft fingers and his big, hard, perfect cock. But I was beginning to realize that it was going to be a very long night. What did he have in store for me I wondered?
So he told me.
The rules were simple. Tonight, I was to be everyone's slave. Not just his. Everyone's. Anyone at the party who wanted to have fun with me, touch me, use me, could do so. I had to comply. I was to go down with him, to the party, in front of all those people. I would be gagged too. And I would mingle with the crowd, and whosoever wanted to touch me, he told me, would likely be polite and ask. But that was a formality apparently, for I wasn't permitted to turn anyone down, no matter what they looked like, and no matter what they asked of me. No act was too depraved. If I was asked, I had to nod ascent. That was all I was allowed to do. I was everyone's slave, and as Master always says, when a slave is asked to do something, she does it.
"But Master, what if a m
an wants…you know…" I said.
"Wants what? Be specific, doll."
"What if he wants me to…you know…fuck him?"
"Then you fuck him."
"You can't be serious," I said.
He put one hand behind my neck and the other around my throat, and pulled me close to his face.
"Don't I look serious?" he asked.
I gasped, then sighed out a response.
"Yes, Master."
"Good," he said.
"But Master, what if someone really hurts me."
His expression softened.
"No one is going to hurt you, doll," he said. "They've been members of the BDSM community long enough to understand the concept of safe, sane and consensual. And you will of course be consenting, won't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Besides, even if they don't understand the rules, they wouldn't dare really hurt you. They know who you are. And some of them are quite looking forward to this."
Wait, what?
"They knew about this?"
"Of course," he chuckled. "Some of my friends have confessed to how badly they would love a chance to play with you. To dominate you. To take you. What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't willing to share?"
He walked back to the bedside table and then took out a red ball-gag.
"Now, open wide," he said.
"Wait," I said, with maybe more desperation in my voice than I liked. I wanted to object, but at the same time, I didn't want to contradict Master. Master must have read the panic on my face, because he stopped, and his voice softened.
"Kayla," he said, "honey, I love you. I won't make you do this. If this goes beyond your limits, that's fine. I'm sorry. I thought you were ready. I still do. But if you want to back out, that's fine, but I know there's a part of you that really wants to do this. That your inner submissive wants to take her relationship to the next level and be a submissive I can share. I know that deep down, you'll enjoy doing this, primarily because I can promise you, that I'm going to thoroughly enjoy watching you get swarmed by all my horny friends at the party."
And him having said all of this, the sweet boy coming out for just a moment, was all I needed to hear, and then I really did feel ready.
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