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He had been watching her sleep for a while now. The bedroom door
was ajar just enough to allow a sliver of light from the hallway
into the room. She was in a deep sleep. She was exhausted. He
had made sure of that. He glanced at the clock on the
nightstand. The indiglo light read 12:02 am. How had 5 hours
gone by so quickly?
It had been just about 7pm when they arrived at his house. He had
just made the 5:30 train out of the city. He knew she would be
waiting for him and didn't want to be late. This day was a long
time in coming and he didn't want to wait a moment longer than
necessary.
As luck would have it, she had secured a parking spot just to the
right of his car at the train station. She had seen him
approaching in the rearview mirror and was out of her car by the
time he reached the vehicle. She was bundled up from head to toe
against the frigid January weather - long coat, big scarf,
leather gloves - all black, of course. She was holding a small
overnight bag in front of her. The only inkling of what the
evening held for them was the sight of the patent leather
platforms peeking out from under the hem of her coat.
She started to smile nervously as he neared, but the smile
quickly faded when he did not greet, or even acknowledge her. He
slid silently behind the steering wheel and popped open the
passenger side door lock. His first words to her, as she was
getting into the car, were "put the bag in the back". She
followed his direction and tossed the bag onto the backseat. As
she was buckling her seatbelt, he startled her by grabbing her
leg.
"Let me see what you have on under there."
Laughing, she replies "You know what I have on. We talked about
it a million times." He had personally chosen the outfit she was
wearing, wanting her to look as slutty as possible. Tonight, she
was his whore and needed to look the part.
"I want to see for myself. Now. We're not going anywhere until
you show me"
"OK. See?" She flips back one side of her coat to reveal shiny
patent leather boots. The boots appear to go on forever,
disappearing under the black velvet of her coat.
"No, I want to see all of you. Unbutton the coat."
"Sure, but can you put the heat on first. I'm freez.."
Before she completes the sentence, he shakes his head. "No."
She's shivering, but she's not sure if it's only from the cold.
She's never seen this side of him, face to face. Sure, he spoke
to her like this in their chats - where she was the sub and he
was the master - but it was all an act, right?
She unbuttons the coat from bottom to top, unravels the huge
scarf from around her neck and holds the coat open. He leans
over and pushes a button, turning on the interior light. He
looks her up and down, appraising her. Now you can tell that the
boots are truly thigh high. Beyond the tops of the boots, black
fishnet stocking appear. Her black PVC dress has risen up so
high that you can see that the bands around the top of her
stockings are also made of the shiny black vinyl. In the light
of day, her crotch would be clearly visible, but the dim light in
the car casts a shadow across her lap, obscuring his view.
"Are you wearing panties? A thong, maybe?"
"No, no. Of course not. You told me not to."
"I'm not sure I believe you. Let me see for myself." His right
hand is sliding up her leg as he says this. His touch is
electric to her and she is unable to suppress a gasp. Without
even thinking, she opens her legs wider to give him better
access. He cups his hand over her bare mound and murmurs his
approval.
"Good girl." He lets his hand linger on her for a moment before
inserting his middle finger between her pussy lips.
A soft moan escapes from her lips as he wriggles his digit inside
her. When he removes his finger, it is coated in her hot, sticky
juices. He has done this to her, just by sitting next to her.
He feels his cock harden knowing that he has that kind of power
over her. He puts his wet finger to her lips; she instinctively
sucks it into her mouth and licks it clean with her tongue.
"Good girl" he says again.
They drive the short distance to his house in silence. Although
it is still early, it is eerily dark. She follows him to the
front door, tottering unsteadily on the 5 ½ inch heels of her
boots. Unlocking the door, he switches on an interior light and
motions for her to enter. As he steps in, closing the door
behind him, one of the resident felines zips by. Her laughter
breaks the awkward silence.
He has already removed his overcoat and moves around behind her
to help her off with hers. As he slides the coat from her
shoulders, he leans in and nuzzles her neck.
"Don't be nervous. You know we've both wanted this for a long
time."
It was true. Her longing for him had started over a year ago,
but she never imagined that it would progress to this point.
There were too many obstacles, too much at risk. Somehow the
innocent flirting and e-mails messages evolved into sexually
charged IM chats and surreptitious groping in a NYC pub. Now
they were here, alone, and she was prepared to give herself to
him...mind, body and soul.
And he was about to take full advantage of her offer. Other
women had made themselves available to him, to his whims, over
the years. And, certainly, since his marriage, he hadn't even
felt the need to look at another woman.
But this one was different. There was no romantic involvement,
no strings. She wanted to be fucked, hard and often. She wanted
him to do things to her that no man had ever done. But more than
that. She wanted to be used, ravaged, dominated. She wanted to
be owned. By him.
He had never felt like this before. She was his, to do with as
he pleased, to indulge all his fantasies. The feeling of power
was exhilarating, intoxicating. Just the thought of it made him
hard.
He had boasted to her that he would own her by 9pm that night.
He was wrong. It didn't even take that long. As soon as her
coat was off, she was on her knees and his rock hard cock was in
her hot little mouth. She licked, tongued and sucked him like a
woman possessed. He had totally gotten off on her obvious
enjoyment and thrust his meat further down her throat. He knew
she wanted him to cum in her mouth, but he held back. He wanted
to maintain the control.
By the time he was tonguing her pussy into a frenzy as she lay on
the dining room table, it was a done deal. He knew he was
masterful at cunnilingus, but never had he seen a woman cum like
that. Again and again. She just about went through the roof
when he was sucking on her clit while finger-fucking her. She
begged for more.
He was happy to oblige. Instead of tiring, he was energized.
She wanted to be thoroughly and completely fucked, and he was up
the challenge. Before she could catch her breath, he pulled her
up from the table and impaled her on his rod as she straddled him
on the chair. His initial thrust knocked the wind out of her.
He ripped open the laces on her dress and sucked on her tits as
she rode him. The orgasms followed.
His adrenaline was really pumping now. He lifted her from his
still-hard dick and she could barely stand. Somehow, he
maneuvered her over to the stairs and ordered her to bend over.
She did so without hesitation, placing her hands on the third
step. He pushed her dress up over her hips and entered her
roughly from behind. He knew from their chats that she liked it
best this way. Her moans of pleasure confirmed it. He pounded
her mercilessly, relentlessly. She would scream in ecstasy when
he hit that spot, so he tortured her by alternating his thrusts
to purposely miss it. It drove her wild. She begged. She
pleaded.
She called him her master.
He didn't even have to ask her to say it. He rewarded her by
reaming her in that spot, over and over, until she was babbling,
almost incoherent.
Except when she screamed "Yes, master!" "Fuck me, master!" "Fuck
me harder, master!" That was crystal clear. She belonged to
him. He decided to reward her again by spewing his hot cum into
her reamed pussy.
Now they were both exhausted. They managed to make it up to the
bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. That was an hour ago. She
was still sleeping. He was awake and refreshed and ready to go
again.
She did not stir as he pulled the comforter back. She was
sleeping on her stomach, still dressed. Even the boots and satin
gloves were still on her. The dress was bunched up around her
waist. He ran his hand over her ass. It was time for the main
event. She was an anal virgin. He had been given the privilege
of deflowering her ass. Him. Not her husband.
He was debating how to wake her, how to get her aroused. His
plan was to get her pussy good and wet, so he could lube her ass
before he fucked it. Despite what he said during their chats, he
had planned to go slowly at first, loosening her up with his
fingers before he rammed his dick into her.
He wanted both of them to enjoy it.
That was his plan all along. Now he wasn't so sure. He gave her
a damn good pounding tonight and she still begged for more. She
enjoyed it a little too much. Maybe she wasn't lying about being
insatiable. Maybe he should break her ass cherry in a more
memorable way.
He was, after all, her master. The decision was made.
He'd be crazy not to take advantage of the situation; it might
never happen again.
She was facing away from him, still on her stomach. Her arms
were up on the pillow and one leg was bent, giving him complete
access to her ass and pussy. It was almost too easy.
He slid off the bed and quietly left the room, returning moments
later with a brown paper bag. Discreet packaging camouflaged the
contents inside. When he visited that shop in the Village, he
wasn't really sure that he'd put his purchases to use so soon.
He silently congratulated himself on his foresight as he lay the
items on the bed, and then crawled over to her, spooning his body
over hers, his arm encircling her waist.
He whispered in her ear "Are you awake?"
"Mmmm." Her eyes remained closed.
"I have a surprise for you. Don't move."
"Mmmm." Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, but she did
not move. Her eyes were still closed.
He reached behind his back and felt for the restraints he had
purchased. He quietly fastened one of the fur-lined leather
bands to her right wrist and waited to see if there was a
reaction. There was none. Her left wrist was left unbound, for
now. He grabbed the second set of restraints and placed them
around her PVC-clad ankles. There was now about 12 inches of
slack on the leads between the cuffs, but he could shorten that
distance later if he wanted to restrict her even further.
He was getting impatient. He wanted her to be awake, alert. He
had to get her attention. He knelt over her prone body and once
again ran his hand down the smooth skin of her ass, down into the
open lips of her pussy. Before she could react, he roughly
plunged two fingers deep into her, jolting her awake with a
scream. She tried to push herself up off the bed, but his other
hand pushed her back down. He quickly withdrew his left hand
from her pussy and wiped it on her thigh before straddling her.
He quickly fastened the other restraint on her left wrist. As
she was struggling to free herself, she realized that her legs
were bound, as well.
She cried out in frustration. "Let me up! What are you doing!!
Get off of me!"
He used his body weight to pin her down on the bed and held her
wrists down on the pillows above her head. Her thrashing about
did not last long, as she realized he was too strong for her, too
over-powering. The angry cries turned to pleading, but he was
unmoved.
"Don't fight it. This is why you're here. This is what you
wanted. You gave yourself to me."
A pause.
"I own you, remember?" His grip on her wrists tightened for
added emphasis.
"Yes." She was panting, almost hyperventilating.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes,master." She was afraid. Of him. Of what he would do to
her. "Just..please..don't hurt me."
He leaned down to her, saying "I would never hurt you. But
sometimes pain is part of the pleasure. You knew that."
He continued. "If you accept what is happening - what will
happen - this will be a memorable experience for both of us."
Then he laughed. "But then again, you don't have a choice, do
you?"
With that, he got up off her and stood next to the bed,
admonishing her not to move. He walked over to the other side of
the room, out of her range of vision. She heard him open a
drawer, followed by a familiar sound that she just couldn't
place. She heard his footsteps returning to her side of the room
and looked up to find him standing over her with a large
scissors. Her eyes grew wide, but she remained silent.
"Let's get you out of that dress. It will just be in the way."
The cold metal brushed against her hot flesh as he pulled the
dress taut, sending shivers down her spine. She could hear the
scissors cutting through the flimsy fabric. "Well, you won't be
wearing this again." She felt the sides of the dress fall away
with the final cut. All that remained was the halter collar
around her neck. He reached up and lifted the hair off her neck,
and slid the scissors under the collar. Two snips and it was
done. He grabbed one side of the dress and pulled it out from
under her.
He looked at her, laying prone on his bed, bound hand and foot,
clad only in satin opera gloves, thigh-high stockings and boots.
This was a wet dream come to life. He felt his cock stiffening.
He startled her by grabbing her ankles and sliding her down
towards the foot of the bed. He tightened the leads on the ankle
restraints, leaving only about 6 inches of space, and repeated
the process on the wrists.
He commanded her. "Get up on your hands and knees." After
laying flat for so long, she was slow to move. Impatient, he
grabbed her arms and jerked her upright, and then waited while
she got into position. He climbed onto the bed and knelt in
front of her, his thick cock inches from her face. Another
command. "Make me hard."
She's still not fully cognizant of what's happening, but obeys,
taking him into her mouth. He moans softly as her tongue coats
him in hot wetness and deftly massages his meat. She's gliding
down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper. He grabs her hair
and grinds into her face, urging her on. He's never had anyone
go down on him the way she does. Kneading, licking, sucking him,
almost into a trance.
Before he loses control, he pushes her off him. She looks up at
him and runs her tongue along her lips. Her ample tits sway
wildly as she gasps for breath. He pushes her head down; he
doesn't want her to see how shaky his legs are as he gets off the
bed and walks down to the end. She is positioned in such a way
that her ass is at the very end of the bed and her legs hang over
the side. Just one more adjustment to make. He removes the
cuffs from her ankles, adjusts the size and refastens them around
her thighs. Now he can move in between her legs. That tasty
virgin ass is at just the right height for him to dive into her.
Perfect.
His dick is throbbing. He is aching to penetrate her. He sees
the wetness on her thighs and knows she wants it, too. He moves
in behind her and runs his hands down her spine, and over her
hips. Her skin feels incredibly soft and hot under his hands.
He spreads her cheeks and locates her bud with his index finger.
She stiffens, feeling the finger enter her slightly, but relaxes
as he withdraws it. Her heart is pounding in her ears and she
feels the stickiness running down her legs. The wait is
unbearable. She submits.
"Please, master. Please do it." She begs. "Fuck my ass."
Without hesitation, he plunges into her with all his weight. She
screams as she feels him tearing her apart. He yells as he feels
his cock breaking her cherry. Her tight ass squeezes him even as
he pulls back. He starts pumping into her in a frenzy, overcome
by how he feels inside her. Her body takes over for her mind,
erasing the searing pain, hungry for his rod to fill her. She
rocks her ass in rhythm with his thrusts, helping him penetrate,
stretch her. The touch of his fingers on her clit sends her into
a frenzy. The feeling of being simultaneously fucked by his dick
and his fingers is overwhelming and sends her to the brink of
unconsciousness. He feels her cum again and again, and her
screams drive him deeper into her, until he can't hold back. His
hot cum gushes into her ravaged ass and once again, the line
between pleasure and pain is blurred. He pulls out of her and
his overflow drips down the back of her thighs. She falls
forward onto the bed, gasping and moaning, still bound.
He joins her on the bed, exhausted and exhilarated at the same
time.
He's living the new American dream. Your own home. Your own
car.
Your own slut.
He reaches out and strokes her hair as he drifts off.
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