by J. M. Alt
Keeping her nipple in a tight squeeze and held up so that she had to stand a bit on tiptoes, I backed her up then pushed her onto the bed on her back. She tried to anticipate my position as I roughly shifted her the way I wanted her. This hotel used a frame bed and I took full advantage of it, using leather straps around her chest below the breasts and around her abdomen to lash her down to the bed. Spreading her legs, I strapped her ankles in thick leather cuffs and lashed them as wide as I could physically spread them, then repeated the process with a pair of thick cuffs around her thighs. It was almost a pure “splits” position for her legs and I liked the visual.
Placing an extra pillow under her head, I pushed her forehead to force her head down, then I ran a length of black rope through the ring on the front of the corset neck collar and tied it to the upper corners of the bed to ensure she couldn’t jerk her head up or forward. Admiring my handiwork, I slid my hand gently along the fabric of her gag down to her full breasts straining against the calf-skin leather of the strait-jacket. I paused for several moments as I stroked the nipples through the leather then slowly began to unzip the jacket over her right breast. Soon, her breast spilled out of its confines and lay mounded on the warm leather. I repeated the process for the left breast and soon both lay unrestrained before me, nipples erect and taut.
I stepped back and, taking the tit whip, administered twenty very crisp strokes to each tit. My wife strained and struggled, muffled moans and squeals accompanying each strike. But the leather straps and my rope work held and the neck corset allowed only the slightest of sounds.
Finishing the twentieth stroke, I harshly groped her sex along the strap holding the two intruding dildos in her. I spanked it with my bare palm, watching her jerk, then stroked and pinched the folds on either side of the strap. Picking up the crop, I struck her cunt lips with strokes that alternated between gentle light taps and harsh swats, varying the style, number of the same type of stroke in a row and the intensity of the strokes themselves without any pattern. She responded well to the light and medium taps and swats and I enjoyed watching her body jerk with the intensity of the harsh croppings.
I proceeded to crop each breast on the underside flesh ten times, then took my time sucking, biting and manhandling each full globe. Drew actually came while I was sucking her right nipple deep and manhandling the left and I rewarded her unauthorized orgasm with five very harsh croppings of the nipple on each breast, then used my palm to palm-slap her breasts a number of times. I looked at her firm breasts after I finished and saw no marks, yet knew they would show bruises in the morning. I gently stroked her pussy lips, feeling the heat of the blood rushing to the punished flesh.
I was enjoying the total dominance I held over her.
As I lifted my fingers slightly from her tender flesh, my wife moaned, arching her hip to find my touch.
The bitch was turned on. I repeated the stroke and her body arched as much as it could against the straps holding it down. I loosened the straps slightly, then touched her again and pulled off. She arched again, moaning.
She liked this.
The bitch liked this.
I lightly cropped her sex and then gently ran the pad of the crop along her pussy lips, lifting it ever so slightly. She moaned and arched, stretching herself upward as much as her bindings would allow.
She wanted control – she would get control.
And I was going to show her just how much control I had over her.
I tightened the straps holding her down, then undid the strap on the jacket holding the dildos in her ass and pussy. I pulled the monster from her cunt, letting it slip out easily, covered in her juice. I removed my clothes.
I wanted to fuck her.
And I was going to.
Hard.
Without mercy or remorse. I wanted this bitch and I intended to use her as my personal fuck toy.
I mounted her and slid my hard cock into her very wet and very used pussy.
No cuddling, no gentleness.
Working my shaft in and out of her wet sex, I began a slow rhythm, plunging my cock deep into Drew then slowly pulling out, allowing her juices to flow, before plunging in as deep as I could push my cock. She struggled to buck and grind, moaning and lost in the pleasure. I was not gentle and began to vigorously fuck her while I roughly massaged her breasts and bit her nipples, sucking them mercilessly.
She moaned again and I slapped her hard enough to get her attention. She arched her back as I bit her nipple, thrusting my cock against her wet pussy and sucking the other breast harshly. Her moans were intense, even through the corset surrounding her neck and lower face and she arched into my attentions every little bit her bonds allowed. I slapped her covered cheek twice. It only spurred her on – her struggles to meet the thrusting of my cock even more pronounced as the straps held her tightly in place.
I struggled to maintain myself, but found I was losing control. She was wet, warm and completely in lust. Whatever inhibitions my wife held about what this man she thought she was with wanted were gone. She was nothing more than a sex-craved bitch in heat – wanting to be dominated and have a cock to fuck her at any price.
Pain was nothing more than an aphrodisiac to her.
Finally giving in, I slapped her hard twice, rammed my cock as hard in her as I could, then came deep in her, spilling my load in her very sloppy cunt. It was the most gratifying orgasm I had felt in quite some time and, as I pulled from my wife’s full puss, I continued to come onto the tightly cropped patch of her muff.
I smiled as I pushed the dildo back into her used pussy and buckled the jacket strap even tighter, leaving her skin, cunt fur and pussy covered in my seed.
Unzipping the material covering her mouth just enough to slide a straw through, I allowed her to drink her fill of energy drink, then zipped it up and left her. It was noon and I had things to do.
It was late in the afternoon when I re-visited my wife.
I could tell she was sleeping, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts telling me she was in a deep slumber. I realized she had worn the blindfold for almost twenty four hours and had not showered nor had anything to eat but energy drinks and my cum for the same period. By the time an additional twenty fours passed, my wife would be learning how to serve me in our home.
I sat for a bit next to her and watched her breasts gently rise and fall as I considered how to ensure she wasn’t aware who I was until I deemed the time right to show her.
Finally, I rose and cropped her pussy lips firmly. She woke with a start and struggled mightily against her bindings, but settled down quickly. For a few minutes, she shifted and arched, testing the straps and the strait-jacket she remained encased in. Realizing her situation was unchanged, she relaxed and shifted her head, trying to gain some sort of sensory clue about what was going on.
The sensory deprivation was beginning to affect her. Any perceived noise caused her to stop and turn her head, straining to hear something. She had no idea of her surroundings and probably was allowing her imagination to run wild with possibilities.
I cropped her pussy again. She jerked.
I touched the pad of the crop to her exposed pussy lips on one side of the strap and she tensed. Allowing it to slowly move up her body to her exposed breasts, I rested the pad of the crop on one breast then the other. She was tense, waiting. I didn’t disappoint.
I cropped the right, then left breast swiftly and with a bit of a snap to the wrist. Her squeal through the neck corset was very audible.
I touched the pad again to her breast. She tensed. I stepped back, deciding she needed something a bit more filling than energy drink.
Smiling, I retrieved a plastic funnel and black duct tape from the toy box I had assembled and returned to my wife. Unzipping the zipper covering her mouth just slightly, I slowly forced the funnel into her mouth, then taped it firmly in place. It had a fairly wide opening so whatever I poured into it would not get hung up before it dripped into her waiting mouth.
I unzipped my pants and began to stroke myself, thinking of how much I would enjoy pouring my spunk into the funnel and watching her suck it down. My cock quickly hardened as I gazed at her bound form, her nipples taut in the coolness of the air and her chest slowly rising and falling as she waited for whatever I had in store for her. I stroked my meat, pausing when I felt the urge rising and forcing it back just a bit. I imagined her tightly bound with a ring gag as I shoved my cock into her waiting mouth without compassion. My cock was enormous and though I had fucked her earlier, I could feel the jism rising. I wanted to feel her throat grip my cock as it pushed past the back of her mouth, struggling to swallow it deeper into her. The picture in my mind was beautiful and I came.
Great gobs of cum shot and slid out of my cock into the funnel, some sliding quickly down into the tube leading into her mouth while other globs made their way into the tunnel a bit slower. I kept coming, streams of my hot cum flowing into the funnel and into her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working as the cum dropped into her mouth and against the back of her throat. And the sight of her struggling to swallow all I offered made me cum more. I had never cum so much.
It felt damn good.
I repeated it twice in the next three hours. Not nearly as much each time after, but more than enough to make her struggle to swallow it. And the best part was that it continued to drip in her mouth long after I finished. The last time I came, I allowed myself to also empty my bladder for a short while before clamping off the flow. She squealed as the warm piss flowed into her throat but swallowed it nonetheless.
After an hour past my last orgasm and making sure my wife had sucked down all the funnel would offer, I removed it, offered her a long deep drink of energy juice and put the funnel back in place. I knew she would be hungry, but I decided to make her wait a bit longer. To ease her hunger, I came once more into the funnel, long thick globs of cum sliding down the chute and into her waiting mouth. As before, Drew swallowed all that was offered.
I decided I wanted a good night sleep, so I buckled each strap holding her in place one notch tighter, removed the funnel and zipped her mouth opening shut, then made sure she was safe, turned out the lights and left her. I enjoyed a fantastic dinner, went to see a movie and returned back to the room at around midnight. Checking on her, I watched her chest slowly rise and fall in the soft lamp light. Her nipples were soft but still pert, begging for attention.
I admit I gave serious thought to relieving myself once again in her well-used pussy. Curious, I checked her cunt and found my cock juice had flowed from it onto the bed sheets. Her pussy was still quite wet though and I couldn’t help myself so I very lightly stroked the lips. She moaned and I started to prepare myself to fuck her again, but decided I would have more than enough opportunities in the future to have her any way I chose. I turned off the lamp and left her to the rest of the night, bound tight and in absolute darkness while I stretched out on the couch.
Besides, I had a very busy day ahead of me tomorrow and needed time to prepare.
CHAPTER THREE
I woke to the early rays of sunrise flowing into my window. I felt a contentment I had not felt in a very long time. Springing out of bed, I ordered a full Sunday morning breakfast through room service and then took a quick shower.
The breakfast arrived just as I finished checking on my wife. Shutting the door to the room behind me, I stepped out to greet the room service. I motioned for the young man to leave the cart, signed the ticket, gave him a nice tip and waited until he left before re-entering the room and locking the door.
The breakfast looked outstanding and I wheeled it over to the desk. She was awake, laying still but trying with every sense she had to assess what was coming next.
I wasted no time.
Loosening up the straps, I helped her up, then led her to the bathroom. Unbuckling the strap, I removed the dildo in her pussy, letting it slide out of her covered in my cum as well as her sweat and pussy juices. Tossing it into the sink, I positioned her so that she could sit on the toilet.
The humiliation of using the toilet to do your morning piss, then having what you believe is a complete stranger wipe your pussy first with a moist washcloth, then a dry cloth was planned and intentional. I allowed my fingers to slide into her moist sex, flicking her clit. She tried to close her legs and I slapped her hard enough to move her face, even though she was still bound in the neck corset. I pushed her knees apart, then played with her tender bud. It was the first time since she had entered the room that I paid any real attention to her clit and I wanted to make sure she understood I would do it when and where I wanted. She moaned softly into the gag.
Stopping my attentions yet knowing she was now focused on her pleasure, I stood her off the toilet and spun her around. It took just a bit to remove the neck corset, but in short order she stood before me, blindfolded and still tightly encased in the leather straightjacket. I led her out and sat her in a room chair, then strapped her into it with two leather straps. Taking a third, I strapped her ankles tightly together. She remained quiet throughout the entire process.
I slipped on my suit, the hood and gloves, then pulled the curtains to darken the room. I lit two candles behind me and ensuring the leather pad was in place, pulled a chair over and sat before her. Lifting the blindfold off, I removed the earplugs then sat back as she blinked several times and adjusted her eyes to the dim lighting.
Focusing on my outfit, she licked her lips, “A bit melodramatic, aren’t we?”
I ignored her sarcasm. “Has the experience met your expectations?”
“Yes. A bit intense. But yes, it was everything I wanted.”
“So you wish to end it now?”
“No. As I understand our arrangement,” she began, “If I leave with you today, I can continue to experience this week by week but I’m allowed to leave at the end of the week if I choose to.”
“That’s correct. In fact, you may leave anytime you decide. However, while you are under my instruction and stay willingly, you will abide by all I command and decide. No restrictions. No considerations.”
She sat silently.
“Consider your options while you eat breakfast.” I pulled the cart over and lifted the covers off the plates. Scrambled eggs, hash browns and crisp bacon waited on each plate, steam rising from the eggs. Off to the side sat two bowls of fresh cut fruit while large glasses of orange juice and milk would finish the meal.
She laughed. “And how am I supposed to eat?”
I scooped up a spoonful of eggs and placed the edge of the spoon against her lips. She pulled back slightly. “You intend to feed me?”
“If you decide to leave, I will release you and you may enjoy your breakfast. However, if you decide to stay, then my rules.”
She stared at me. It was as if she was trying to think of something. Had she figured out who I was?
She looked down at the straightjacket holding her body in place. “I think I’ll try one week on one condition.”
“I don’t believe I said there was any negotiation.” I said without emotion. “if you believe…”
“Hear me out,” she interrupted, then caught herself. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
I paused, liking the idea of her calling me Sir. “Go ahead.”
“I’ll stay, but I want to experience absolute submission,” Her voice was demanding. “I want everything you can offer. This has been great, but I want no mercy. No pity. Nothing. Either you do that or I leave now. I agreed to this because I thought you could give me something I think I want. If you can’t then I have no more business with you.”
I stood. “What is it you want?”
She looked at the floor, then up. I thought I could see dampness in her eye in the candlelight. “It’s not what I want. It’s what I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.” She stopped and caught herself, then looked down and continued. “I want absolute control. I want to be pushed through pain until it becomes pleasure. I want to be kept in my place all
the time. I wanted to be a fuck toy – a personal fuck doll.” She stopped and caught her breath. “I’m not sick. I’m just a woman who wants to be under total control. I want a man to take me, make me his and show me nothing but absolute dominance.”
“Your husband never did?”
“No.” She paused. “He’s the sweetest man and the most hard working guy I know. He’s romantic. But he won’t slap me, throw me down and fuck me when I needed it. And I needed it so much. I even tried to provoke him.”
“So you come to me.” I interrupted.
“Yes,” She looked at me.
“I don’t need a slave right now. I thought I made that clear.”
“And I don’t want to be your slave.” She countered. “But I want to know what it would really be like. Can I handle it? Can I love it as much as I think I will?” She stared at me, her eyes never leaving mine. “And I hope you could show me. No mercy. No pity. I want to be a used totally controlled fuck toy. You get one week.”
“Fine.” I agreed. “I’m a busy man but I’ll give you everything you think you can handle for one week. I’ll prepare you for your journey. Hungry?”
She looked at the food. “No. We’re not staying here?”
Circling her, I picked up a roll of black duct tape. “No,” I replied. “This isn’t exactly set up for me to offer you a complete experience. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She bit her lower lip. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
I slowly clamped my gloved hand under her chin, pulling her head back and clamping her chin and mouth firmly together. Her eyes were locked on mine as I spoke, “You’ve made your decision, then. You know the rules. Nothing more needs to be said at this time.”
“Why tape?” She softly asked.
“Because I desire it.”
I cut off a strip of duct tape and applied it over her mouth as she followed me with her eyes, then cut off additional strips of tape. Once the second and third strips were in place, it was just a matter of minutes before her entire lower face was firmly sealed in the black shiny tape. I smoothed it out then applied several strips neatly cut and matched perfectly to form a nice square gag on her face.