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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part 6, M+g, bondage
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 6

I wasn't at all happy with what I had heard Lance say to whomever
he had been talking to.  Sex in exchange for half price on cuffs
made me look not only like a whore, but a cheap one.  But as soon
as Lance had resumed his place on the couch, he put two fingers
inside my pussy.

"When we get to this place, you do what you're told,
understand?"

He fingered me roughly, and I got the distinct impression that if
I didn't perform he wouldn't be understanding at all.

"You're selling me for a few dollars," I said meekly.

"You're a slut and you came down here to fuck," he replied. 
"What difference does it make who fucks you?  Besides, the cuffs
are for you.  You'll be a lot more comfortable wearing them than
you will be tied up with a shoelace, and it won't be much for a
horny bitch like you."  He fingered me very roughly, withdrew his
fingers and lightly slapped my ass.  The message was clear.

Johnny and Eddy did not return in time to learn of my appointment
at the leather shop.  It was nearly dark when it was time to set
out, but Lance scouted the route we would have to take before he
led me to his SUV.  I was seen, and gawked at, by several guests
at the hotel, but we made it to his van without incident.  Not
knowing the town at all, Lance took a few wrong turns trying to
find our destination, but we arrived only five minutes late.  He
had been instructed to drive down an alley behind the leather
shop and stop at the rear entrance.  When he knocked at the door,
though, it was opened almost immediately by a rather fierce
looking woman.

"This is the girl who needs the cuffs?" she asked as we stepped
inside.

"This is the one," said Lance.

The woman looked me up and down.  "What does she need cuffs for?
Her wrists are bound already."

"The shoelace is chaffing," said Lance, turning me around so the
woman could see.

"Humph," the woman snorted.  "I'll tell Rene you're here."

She left us in the back room and returned a minute later with a
bulky man who was at least thirty pounds overweight.

"Whoa," said Rene, as soon as he caught sight of us.  "This girl
is too young to be in here.  I could get busted selling to a
minor."

"Not to worry," said Lance.  "She's old enough."

"Yeah?" asked Rene suspiciously.  "How old is she?"

"Eighteen," said Lance.

"She's fourteen or I'm the king of England.  Get that little
bitch out of here."

"I know she looks young," said Lance.  "I was surprised myself
when the guys she came down with told me she was eighteen.  She a
freshman in college, takes care of six guys in one of the dorms.
She wouldn't be doing that if she was fourteen."

Rene frowned.  "That so, little girl?"

Lance was again fingering my pussy, and I knew only one answer
would do.  I smiled.  "Yes, of course.  I don't want to get you
in trouble."

Rene pushed up his lower lip.  "What do you think, Becca?" he
asked, turning to the woman.

"Unlikely, but possible," Becca replied.

"OK," Rene growled, "but let me check the store.  I don't want
any customers to see her."

He turned and left, then came back a minute later.  "No one's out
there and I locked the front door.  Come with me."

Led by Lance, I walked through a cluttered office and then
emerged into a large room displaying a wide array of BDSM gear. 
I had, at that point, only heard of BDSM, but it wasn't difficult
to guess what the store's accoutrements were for.

"Park that little bitch there," said Rene, pointing a wall to my
right.

There were four medal collars, each hanging by a chain, where
Rene had gestured.  Lance looked quizzically at Rene.

"Here," he said, "let me do this."  He led me to the spot where
the nearest collar was, placed it around my neck, and secured it.
 "There," he said.  "Bitches don't get to come onto the floor,
unless there's a need."

Becca, apparently, was included in this group because she stayed
behind, standing next to me, while Rene led Lance away down an
aisle.

"I know you're not eighteen," she said.  She pinched my ass. 
"But I want to see if you'll really suck Rene's dick."

I could see Rene showing his wares to Lance, but I could hear
none of their conversation.  It took several minutes before Rene
and Lance returned with three sets of cuffs.

"These will probably work, but I have to check first.  Turn
around, bitch."

When I did, Rene untied the shoelace and began fitting the cuffs.
 "You're right about her being small," he said.  "These are the
smallest I have."

Each cuff was secured by a belt, which Rene tightened to the last
hook.  "Damn," he said, "they're still a little loose, but it's
the smallest I have."  He secured the other cuff.  "Let's see if
she can wriggle her hand through that and get loose."

He pulled down on the cuff, but my hand was too large to slip
through.  "Now you try it, bitch."

I struggled with the cuff, but couldn't get my hand through it.

"Pull harder, damn it," said Rene.

I held my left hand stationary and pulled as hard as I could with
my right hand, but my right hand didn't slip through.

"OK," said Rene roughly, "maybe these will do.  They're
fifty-five bucks.  Now we'll find out what your discount is."

Without further ado, Rene unhooked the chain attached to my
collar and clipped it to a hook that was lower on the wall, about
waist (my waist) high.  He unzipped his pants, pulled out his
dick, put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the floor.  To
my surprise, he was hung and already hard.

As soon as I got his dick in my mouth, I could tell Rene was
partial to rough sex.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced
his dick in my mouth and down my throat.  As you probably already
guessed, I'm not a zero to sixty girl but Rene gave me no
quarter.  I nearly gagged on his dick, gasped for breath when he
pulled his dick out of my throat, and nearly gagged again when he
shoved it down my throat again.

"Maybe you will get a discount," said Rene.

"Make her earn it," said Becca with a growl.

"Don't worry," said Rene.  "She's going to earn every penny."

Becca had obviously seen all of this before, because she
encouraged Rene with nearly every stroke.  She wasn't shouting,
but she repeatedly urged Rene to make me take every inch.  "Take
every inch," she growled several times, "take it all you little
slut."  She didn't limit herself to calling me a slut, though,
referring to me just as often as a cunt, a cocksucker, and a
bitch.  Despite all of her cheering, though, it was just
background to the blow job (if you could call it that) at hand. 
Rene wanted intensity and, since I knew it was the only way out,
I tried to provide it.

"She's not humming enough," said Becca, not long after Rene began
fucking my mouth.

"Come on, little girl," said Rene, "hum some more."

When I hummed loud enough for everyone to hear, Becca laughed out
loud.  "Too bad Russell isn't here.  I bet he'd like some of
this."

"Yeah, Russell," Rene grunted.  "It serves him right for going
home early."

It took ten minutes of rough treatment, but Rene finally came. 
The size of his orgasm didn't match the force with which he
fucked my mouth, but I didn't care.  There was enough that some
cum slipped over my lower lip and dribbled down my chin.

"She didn't swallow it all," said Becca with a scowl.

"True enough," said Rene, "but she did OK."  He looked at Lance.
"I'll give you half off the cuffs and throw in a little extra if
I can fuck her."

I couldn't look up at Lance, but from his weak agreement I could
tell he wasn't entirely happy with the proceedings.  Rene didn't
wait for Lance to speak up.  He jerked me to my feet, bent me
over, and began fucking me with gusto.  As soon as he did, Becca
was urging Rene to make me scream, or at least grunt.  The
grunting came naturally, but Rene wasn't the man to make me beg
for less.  To Becca's disappointment, Rene came fifteen minutes
later without making me cry out in pain once.

"She's one hot little slut," said Rene, when he had finished. 
"What's her name, anyway?"

"Funny you should ask," said Lance, with a hint of tremulousness
in his voice.  "I don't know."

"A slut like this should have slave's name, something short, you
know, something like Becca.  What about Cat?  That would do."

"OK," Lance agreed, "that's fine."

"Good," Rene enthused.  "Now let me show you something that will
go real good with this girl."  He led Lance away down one of the
store's aisles.

Becca stood me up.  "Maybe you are eighteen.  No fourteen
year-old can suck the way you do.  I'll bet you can eat pussy,
too.  Want to eat mine?"

I had never, even once, considered having sex with a girl, never
mind a woman like Becca.  "I'm not into girls," I said.  "Men
have always had my number."

"I'll say they do," said Becca, her tone softening, "but a slut
like you would like it any way she can get it."

"Not right now," I said, sure that Becca was about to drop her
pants and put me on my knees.  She pinched my ass.  "Day will
come, little girl, day will come."

When Lance and Rene returned, Rene was holding a leather collar
and what looked like a leash.  Rene took off the collar I was
wearing and put on the collar.  "There," he said, "it's a little
large but it's the smallest I have.  But it's very feminine.  The
collar is round, no edges."  He attached the leash to a ring at
the front of the collar.  "Now you can lead this bitch around the
way she should be led.  And when you're not using the leash, you
can wrap it around her neck, because it matches the collar.  It's
just as slender as the collar.  You attach the end of the leash
to the back of the collar, like this."  The collar attached to
the back, and the loop of the leash fit neatly through the
attachment, or so I guessed.  "I'll give you the whole thing,
cuffs, collar, and leash, for twenty bucks."

Lance took out his wallet and handed Rene a twenty.

"Nice to do business with you," said Rene.  "Don't be a stranger.
 I have some other stuff that would suit Cat just fine."

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
href="https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%3FCat%3D25
0&search_404=1">https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%
3FCat%3D250&search_404=1</a>
 

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