9 comments/ 23676 views/ 6 favorites At the Mercy of a Stranger By: Dimachaerus Author's Note: People think that the world is getting closer. They think that modern technology and social networking is bringing us all together. It's not. All that it has really achieved is to replace real, meaningful human contact with an artificial electronic 'handshake' of sorts. Many people feel more lonely and cut off now than they ever did before. Sure they can find out what a long lost friend is up to at any given point, but...they probably can't remember when they last actually 'talked' to them face to face. People are beginning to fall through the cracks. Electronically fooled into thinking they are engaged in life and surrounded by friends and yet they go home to their empty apartments and sleep alone every night. You can't replace real contact with a 'status update'. 'At the Mercy of A Stranger' is about one such person who fell through the cracks. Wounded by broken relationships and life in general. A person driven to an unconventional solution to what is now a very common problem. Yes men and women are profoundly different. Our perspectives on life may differ, but in the end we both suffer from the same human condition. We all get lonely and we all need contact and affection. In this respect the similarities far outweigh the differences. (In real life I have played the role of the mystery man in this story....it sounds a little vain..but I am him and he is me....writing what he did and what he said was easy...it's what I would do and sometimes what I have done. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I have had anonymous liaisons even more intense than his one.....beautiful women met online that desperately craved the kind of anonymous experience described here. The danger of it...the thrill of giving over control and submitting their bodies to the sexual whims of a mysterious stranger. So you see, this is very much a fiction based on fact, a collection of many real people blended into one.) Scratch the surface of this story and you'll realise that the two protagonists in this tale are really just two sides of the same coin. Their approach may be different, but in the end they simply represent both the male and female response to the same desperate problem....and....as electronic alternatives grow and continue to take the place of real human contact, it's a problem that I suspect will only get worse. This is for the people that still want real world intimacy in a time when social media passes for a relationship. This is for the poor souls that want something real but no longer have the social skills that humans used to take for granted...............sometimes what you crave most can be found behind the anonymous freedom of a blindfold. Peace and love........ William (aka Dimachaerus) ***** Angela arrived home from work, poured herself a drink, and without thinking slumped down in that comfortable familiar chair in front of the TV. Her mind was blank. Today was like yesterday and the day before that. Even the network news seemed to be playing the same old stories over and over again. If her life was hell, then it was a comfortable, familiar hell. Never ending and unchanging. An endless daily routine that would probably continue on until the day she died. Sometimes Angela thought she was suffering from depression. Maybe she was. She never thought of herself as sad, but then again, she couldn't remember the last time she was actually happy. A person begins their life full of hope and ambition, and day by day their choices shrink until they are only left with one. Angela had made her choices and she had played the game. She had put up a good fight all of her life and had never settled for the easy road. She trusted that by being brave and not giving up that she would get the life she deserved. It broke her heart when one day she finally realized that for all her struggles, she had still found herself in this place. A place she didn't deserve. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was now on the wrong side of 35 and she lived alone. She had a fine home filled with stylish and expensive things, but it all meant nothing. Her apartment contained a fine collection of IKEA furniture and it had now become a virtual showroom. The result of her own 'nesting' instincts combined with rampant consumerism. A vain attempt to fill the void in her life with possessions. But....no matter how she tried to close it....the void always remained. The solid oak shelves contained expensive trinkets and objects but held no pictures of a loving husband or boyfriend. There were no images of her beautiful, smiling children either. She had never had any. There had been boyfriends and lovers of course. More than a few in fact. She had approached each relationship with hope and honesty and every time it would end in tears. She had such high hopes for each and every one, and she was genuinely shocked and hurt with each failure. It's hard not to take it personally when it keeps on happening over and over again. Michael, her last boyfriend may have been the last straw for Angela. She approached that relationship with patience and optimism. She was determined to take all of her previous failures and learn from them. She did everything perfectly, or so she thought. Angela became the best version of herself she had ever been. She couldn't be any better than that. If this failed then there was no hope for her at all. When he told her one day that it just wasn't working out for him, something broke deep down inside her. It was the end of hope. The acceptance of a different kind of life. She let herself stop fighting. She would live the rest of her days in this comfortable hell, alone. One by one her feelings and emotions began to shut down and she began not to hurt so much anymore. No pain, but no happiness either. Sometimes she would panic when she realized she felt nothing. She knew it wasn't normal. She didn't crave company. She didn't desire sex with anyone. She became a non-descript, dull version of herself. Her clothes became drab. Her hips increased in size. It was okay if nobody desired her any more, she didn't want to be desired or even feel desire for somebody else, she had been down that road too many times and it had always ended in pain. She was alive and nothing more. Her heart just kept beating and one day either tomorrow or maybe 50 years from now it would stop. It didn't really matter which. Occasionally Angela went through the motions of being alive, but that was mostly for show. She was her usual happy self at work and as long as she attended the odd social function, her workmates wouldn't ask any intrusive personal questions. Her life was her own business. Watching other people's lives and their personal dramas had become entertainment for her. She was immune to it all. She could laugh at the folly of their relationship troubles because she was past all that and she knew better. Online dating sites were the best of all. Angela scanned the personals of the 'lost and desperate' as she put it and found it all comical and pathetic. Once she started looking at things with a detached, clinical mind she started to see what people were really like and Angela was not impressed by any of it. She had seen it all before and could identify every ploy and strategy that took place in the pages of those online personals. Back when she gave a damn, she had even been one of those poor lost souls. Now she was just a spectator. She felt very smug and superior about it all, and soon, without even knowing it, her arrogance had become her greatest weakness. She now hid behind a protective wall built of her own hubris and pride. An understandable but tragically flawed strategy, because when that wall finally tumbles down, the person cowering behind it has nowhere left to hide. One night Angela saw something new online, something she could not explain and it infuriated her. It was an adult personal from a man in his thirties and it didn't conform to any of the tricks or stereotypes she had come to know so well. She didn't know what the purpose of this personal was, but it had to be a new variation on an old trick. She wasn't sure yet. The heading contained only four words. "YOU ARE NOT ALONE" Angela clicked on the heading and began to read the personal....but....with each word she only just got more agitated. 'What the hell is your game?' she thought to herself, after all, men were stupid and ignorant. They weren't capable of anything deep and meaningful when it came to sex, so what was this guy trying to prove. She read on..... "You are not alone. I cannot offer you love or romance but I can give you what you need. You are a woman in your thirties or even forties. You think it is all over, but it has only just begun. You think you are worthless but you have worth to me. You think you are useless but you have many uses to a man like myself. I do not care what you look like, all I see is potential. I can give you experience and re-awakening. I offer only the opportunity, it is up to you now to choose it (or not) and take back your life" What did that even mean? Angela didn't need anything from this man but that didn't mean she couldn't call his bluff. For the first time ever she sent a reply to a personal. She would play with this fool. This was probably just some 'pencil necked' accountant type trying to score a quick easy fuck and she would bring him down to size. "What kind of experience and what kind of opportunity can you offer me?" Was her short reply. His own response was quick and business like. "Send recent pic...details will follow." Angela didn't reply right away, in fact she thought about it for two days before boredom and curiosity finally got the better of her. She sent a photo that wasn't particularly flattering and she even used her real name. It didn't make a difference one way or the other, there was no way she was going to follow through with this creep anyway. A longer reply came the next day. "Thank-you Angela. Yes I can work with you. I can give you what you need. I know your type. You are tired and dead inside but I can wake you up. I'm guessing you don't date a lot anymore and I'm sorry but you won't be dating me either. I can offer you a night that will change everything in your life. I'm not going to lie to you, it will not be easy and you will be pushed to your limits. Changing a person's life is no small thing, you have to go through an ordeal in order to emerge a stronger happier person. By telling you this you have most likely just decided not to attend. That is the reaction of roughly 80% of everyone I have offered this experience to. It's human nature to be afraid of what you don't understand. And let's get one thing clear right off the bat. Getting thoroughly fucked is going to be part of your experience (safely of course). I'm not a saint and I'm not here to give you therapy, however, there will be dramatic and positive results from all of this. The choice is yours Angela. Let's be honest you don't really have anything to lose anymore now do you....you can do this and change your life for the better or you can go on living it the same old way....your choice." Angela sat quite still for at least a minute after reading the reply. She felt nothing but anger and contempt for this man. If he had been standing in front of her she would have picked up the nearest blunt object and hit him with it. There were also many other things going through her head. She was supposed to be the one in control. She had e-mailed a photo and even used her own real name intending to expose and humiliate this man but she didn't feel good or superior now at all. In truth, she just felt deeply hurt. Many of his words had hit home and they had hit hard. He had taken one look at her photo and had ripped Angela to shreds. He had taken her apart in the cruellest way and suddenly without warning she began to cry. Was it really that obvious? A complete stranger sees a photo of her and all he saw was an un-datable cold bitch with nothing left to lose. Angela was feeling pain once more and she didn't want it. This was why she had turned her back on the world. Why the fuck did she even reply to that prick's personal? Why did she open that door? That night the familiar old demons that Angela knew so well came back to her while she tried desperately to fall asleep. They were ghosts from her past. They had never fully gone away and they always re-appeared whenever she was stupid enough to let her defences down. She knew those voices all too well and they were saying the same things all over again. There was the voice that told her she was 'ugly' and there was the other voice that told her she was nothing but a 'fat useless bitch'. Somewhere amongst all the tears she fell asleep. The voices stayed with her in her dreams and when she woke up the next morning she felt empty, alone and on the verge of tears. Things didn't go well for her at work that day. The pain and insecurity that had once dominated her life had now returned and she couldn't switch it off like she usually could. Angela let the days pass by thinking that the feeling would go away over time. But it didn't. A few days later she found herself staring at a bottle of prescription sleeping pills on her counter and wondering how it would feel if she took them all now and just let herself fade away. Even in her darkest days, things had not been this dark for Angela. It seemed now that there would be no dull boring life for her after-all. It seemed now that one way or another things were about to end and the pain would be gone. She wasn't afraid anymore. She wanted this. She wanted it to end. Not long after that the panic set in when she realized that she was really going to go through with this. All rational thought ended as the tears came freely and she let hopelessness take her. With venom and anger she opened her e-mail and composed a short message to the man that had done this to her. She wanted him to know what he had done. He had killed her with his callousness and he would have it on his conscience for the rest of his life. She put it all down. Every word contained malice and hatred for this man that she had never met. She drank recklessly from a bottle of Tequila as she typed each word. It was a bottle she had been saving for a special occasion but that didn't matter anymore. There would be no more special occasions now. When she had finished the message she let the mouse pointer hover over the on-screen 'send' button. Emotion over-took her as the enormity of what she was about to do struck her hard. In a fit of panic and tears she deleted the whole email and replaced it with three simple upper-case words. "PLEASE HELP ME". His reply came mercifully fast and in less than fifteen minutes she got her answer. "Angela. I assume that you read my previous e-mail and I trust that you have thought hard about its implications. If you want to change your life you must follow my instructions to the letter and without exception. If you understand this and you agree then you must say so right now." What did she have to lose now. What else was she going to say? "I agree to everything" She replied briefly. She knew this was unwise, but considering that moments earlier she would have happily swallowed a bottle of pills, this seemed like salvation to her. She received a reply an hour later this time. The e-mail contained directions to a loft apartment across town. She was to arrive at 11pm the following night. She would also find an envelope containing further information taped to the front door. The e-mail then went on to give more specific instructions. "You will follow all directions without question. Remember why you are there and dress accordingly. You are not going to work or attending a meeting and we aren't going to be chatting about art either. I don't care about what kind of body type you have or how big you think your ass is, you will come dressed provocatively. To be more specific, you will be dressed like a common little whore for me. You will discover very quickly that a whore possess the kind of freedom that a 'good girl' never can. It will be the first of many wonderful lessons for you. If you follow those simple instructions, then you will be rewarded with the fucking of your life. Do we understand each other?" "Yes I understand and I will be there." Angela replied. People do strange things when going through a crisis. It's fair to say that the old Angela wouldn't have given this man the time of day, and now she was going to place herself at the mercy of a stranger. God knows what he was going to do to her. The most surprising thing of all was that Angela didn't even care anymore. She surely deserved any suffering that came her way, even pain was now preferable to the numb existence her life had been for the past two years. Strange things began to happen inside her. Her inner pain was replaced by fear and the adrenalin that accompanied it. She began to feel. Even if all she felt was this sickening fear, the fact still remained that she was feeling something. That gave her a glimmer of hope. Angela was not a stupid woman, far from it, she was fiercely intelligent. She wasn't going into this as a gullible fool would. She read the man's words over and over until she worked out a motive that would fit his actions. It gave her a feeling of control, even though in reality she had none. She doubted he was sincere about anything he had said. This was clearly a man who had found an inventive way to get all the sex he wanted. Sure he was making it sound like he was doing her a favour, but this was probably just another random guy who had figured out how to get a good fuck from desperate women. She knew all that, and she didn't care. The truth of it was that this was the only offer she had received from anyone in over a year. She thought that it didn't matter to her, but clearly it did. She gave her best 'fuck off' vibes to anyone in the past who had tried anything. As far as Angela was concerned it was this little weasel's lucky day. He had found a sure thing. He had figured out a way to give 'pity fucks' to desperate women with lowered expectations. Inventive and almost admirable really. 'He probably has sad bitches like me just lining up.' She thought to herself. Those were typical of the thoughts that dominated Angela's mind over the next few hours. Passive aggressive. Self loathing. Self deprecating. She e-mailed her work and informed them that she had been sick the entire night and wouldn't be into work the next morning. Just to hammer the point home she changed her facebook status. It now read. "Soooo sick, I'm gonna kill the person that gave me this cold." Too easy. She got a few sympathy messages and one asshole even clicked the 'like' button. 'Fucking Typical' she thought to herself. The next morning Angela woke up feeling positively mean. It was just as well that she didn't go to work that day. She probably would've bitten the head off of the first person that so much as looked at her sideways. "So that asshole wants a good little whore huh?" She said aloud to herself. "Well mister it's your lucky day" She added with a smile, feeling good for the first time in days. She perched on a stool in front of her closet and retrieved a large cardboard box from the top shelf. She hadn't opened that box in over two years. She had since come to refer to it as her 'box of shame'. Inside the box were all the sexy tight dresses and skimpy lingerie that she had bought over the years in her vain attempts to spice things up and re-ignite the non-existent libidos of her past boyfriends. At the Mercy of a Stranger 'What a complete waste of time all that was' she thought to herself. And she was right. She had spent many hundreds, of dollars over the years on these items that she had probably only ever worn once if at all. They were the futile attempts at pleasing a string of useless un-appreciative men. Assholes that couldn't even get it up at the best of times anyway. Angela would open the box and make her choices later on in the evening, but for now, the entire day was hers and she wasted no time in switching on the TV and catching up on all the trashy soap operas that she had never seen because she was always at work. As much as she tried, she just couldn't relax. The thought of what she would be doing later that night was always looming in the back of her mind. Fear and adrenalin seemed to grow with each hour. It was 7.45 pm before she stepped into the shower and shaved a week's worth of hair growth from her legs. Despite her lack of exercise lately they still looked toned and shapely and she allowed herself a slight feeling of pride. Her tummy was another story. That tiny little bulge that had bothered her all her life had only gotten worse in the last couple of years and it needed to be hidden at all costs. Grooming had become non-existent for her. An impressive growth of pubic hair covered her crotch and it presented her with a dilemma. In the end there was nothing for it but to run the razor over her mound and lose it all. The shower drain soon clogged up with sandy blonde locks of pubic hair and for the first time in years she was now smooth and hairless. Angela now had to figure out how she was going to present her best assets. She stood in a fluffy white bathrobe and for the first time that day she opened the 'box of shame'. It was already 9pm now and Angela found that the fear in her stomach was becoming unbearable. Along with the fear came a glimpse of something old but familiar. A faint feeling of arousal was pushing and probing at her. It made hear heart beat a little faster but it was nothing she couldn't handle or control. She pulled the first item out of the box. It was a sheer black dress that looked impossibly small. She never would have dared to wear it in public. It was small for a reason. The thin lycra type material was made to stretch tight over every curve and contour exposing everything. It had a plunging neck and a hemline that ended about two inches above her knees. She hesitated for just a moment before laying it on the bed and then moving on. It was true that Angela had nothing to lose now, but even so, she took a deep breath when she removed the selection of sheer bras and tops from the box. She knew what the obvious choice was but it still made her nervous. Most of them were nice respectable 'push-up' bras but the item she had in mind was anything but respectable. It was a lace corset that fastened up the front. It was perfect. It would hold in her tummy and give her an hour-glass figure. The corset also had one other interesting effect. It held up her breasts but didn't cover them, it just made them sit up and her exposed nipples poke out. 'God I would have made a great whore' she thought to herself with some satisfaction. Next she removed a selection of panties from the box and this time Angela wondered if she was about to take things a little too far. Of course they were all sheer and sexy but again there was one obvious choice. The black lace pair with a huge slit up the crotch. She remembered those as being the most successful item in the box. She had worn those a record breaking three times before. Every time brought instant success. 'Well I guess I have to wear these" she thought to herself, actually allowing herself to get turned on by the thought. The last items were easy and a no-brainer for Angela. Black garter belt and stockings and a set of black heels to finish. Easy choice. 10pm had arrived and Angela found herself staring into a full length mirror. She didn't recognise the woman staring back at her. Underneath the tight black dress her corseted body had been cinched into the perfect hourglass shape and she could not remember ever looking this way before. It's true that she might have let herself go a little lately but there seemed to have been some positive side-effects from her increased weight too. Her breasts spilled over the top of the corset and the sheer material of the dress outlined her nipples which seemed to be growing more prominent by the second. Her waist was cinched as small as the corset would allow which only just made her ample rump flare out to even more impressive proportions. Her rear end now took on the shape of a deliciously firm peach. A hint of garter could be seen just below the hem of her dress and the black heels she wore just made her ass sit up even more, if that was actually possible. 'I look like a buxom big-titted slut' she thought to herself. As soon as those words crossed her mind they seemed to resonate somewhere inside her. Angela was starting to feel again and she was liking what she felt. Even if this night turned out to be a nightmare it would still all have been worth it because of that moment. If it all ended here she would at least have that. She stole one last look in the mirror and nodded approvingly. She then put on a long formal coat and walked out the front door to her waiting taxi. She was scared beyond words, but that was okay. She was starting to feel different and tonight had already been the best night she could remember in a long time. It was 11pm and Angela now stood in front of a plain wooden door. She was on the fourth floor of one of the most expensive apartment buildings in town. She stared transfixed at an envelope that had been taped to the front of that door. It had her name on it. She was shaking now. She thought hard about turning around and going back home, but something deep inside her drove her on. Something much stronger than fear propelled her forward. She opened the envelope and began to read her instructions. "Miss Angela, Thank-you for attending. You will find the door is open. When you enter you will see an empty chair in the middle of the room. Enter, go straight to the chair and sit. There will be a blind-fold beside the chair. Put it on. You will not be permitted to speak unless instructed to. You are, however allowed express yourself non-verbally (such as whimpering or moaning) when the need arises." 'God this is it' she thought almost in a panic. She was scared but also excited beyond words. Her excitement was not in the form of arousal yet, but it was close to that feeling. Nervous, electric, exhilarating. She opened the door, and with a pounding heart crossed the threshold into the unknown world beyond. The room echoed hollowly as the door shut firmly behind her. What she saw didn't give her any more clues as to what was about to happen. It was a large empty space cloaked in darkness. A central light shone down into the middle of the room and a sturdy wooden chair was the only thing the light touched. Everything beyond that circle of light quickly faded into inky blackness, making it virtually impossible to see what lay beyond. She remembered what the note had said. She was not allowed to speak. She stood in silence for a moment then. Once more the thought of turning around and going back home crossed her mind. It was a debate that lasted only a second or two before her resolve began to strengthen. Try as she might, she just couldn't see anyone or anything in the gloom beyond the light, but she knew almost instinctively that she was not alone. What Angela felt and what she knew, was that a pair of eyes was watching her closely. She shook with nerves as she let the coat she was wearing fall open and slide down her body to the floor. She heard the smallest noise escape from the darkness as the coat fell and it sent a shiver down her spine. She looked down toward the floor and saw what he must have reacted to. Her sheer black dress and coat had provided virtually no barrier against the frigid night air on the taxi ride from her apartment. The sharp contours of very erect nipples now clearly punctuated her ample breasts through the thin material. 'Christ he must think I'm a total slut' Angela couldn't help but think then. To her own surprise it was a thought that was not entirely unpleasant. Angela walked with timid steps toward the chair and she sat down as instructed. Beside the chair on the floor was a black, silk blind-fold and she carefully and slowly fastened it in place. The darkness and silence that followed was almost unbearable. The sound of her own breathing magnifying until all she could hear was the sound of her own nervous gasps. Her chest heaving and her lungs working harder than they needed to. The feel of that tight corset squeezing her body rhythmically as her diaphragm expanded and contracted. Then, seconds later, the sudden sound of loud footsteps approaching in front of her. Exciting and terrifying all at once. 'Oh Jesus', her mind blurted out with a sudden fear that passed through her like a rogue wave. "Greetings Miss Angela" a strong, confident sounding voice spoke. "I'm so glad you were able to make it". A brief pause followed giving her just enough time to process that all of this was real. The man who now stood in front of her was also very real. He had a voice and she had heard him speak those words......they were the first words from a total stranger who, in all likely-hood, was mere moments away from fucking her like a cheap whore. Just the very idea of that happening was arousing her in ways she couldn't quite understand or counter. She flinched in nervous surprise when she felt his first touch. It was on part of her body that she wasn't expecting at first but within moments its purpose would become clear. She felt something soft wrapping around her left ankle. It wasn't till she tried to move it that she realized that it had been tied and secured to the front left leg of the chair. The same thing was done to her right ankle as it was secured to the other leg of the chair. That mystery man standing in front of her was probably getting a great view up her skirt right about now. A thought that was just one of many swirling around her head at that moment. Strong and confident hands guided her arms behind the chair until her wrists were crossed over and then bound together. Within mere moments Angela had been tied and secured to that chair. Helpless, alone and now truly at the mercy of a man she had never even seen. Her heart continued to beat faster than it had in a very long time and the adrenalin coursing through her veins began to make her shake terribly. Without any warning at all he began working on her in earnest. There were no words, just the sudden sensation of soft fingers against her skin. All thought of protest soon giving way to her own growing arousal. Out of the darkness had come the caresses. Soft hands sliding over her body and then fingernails raking over intimate, sensitive terrain. His searching fingers gliding over her nipples through the sheer fabric keeping them hard and sensitive. And then, the feeling of cool air hitting her skin when he pulled down her low cut top and exposed her full breasts. There was something very different about this man. He didn't simply stampede toward the 'greatest hits collection' of the female anatomy as most men invariably did. His fingers danced over subtle and erotic areas first before moving toward zones of heat that would escalate Angela's condition to almost desperate status. Then a soft kiss on the back of her neck migrating to the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. Next, a gentle bite on her shoulder at the base of her neck. Fingers now circling the delicate flesh of her breasts before being replaced by lips and tongue. A beautiful and persistent torture making her want to cry out. And...finally after countless minutes, a dramatic change. The harsh bite of clenched fingernails digging into both of her nipples. A new sensation that was almost startling. "Fuuhh!" Was Angela's immediate non-verbal response. A result of her mind screaming "Fuck!" and her mouth then stifling that word just before it's completion. The resulting sharp pain in her nipples then producing a reaction from her own body that she didn't expect or fully understand. A resulting throb in her crotch as if it had somehow been hard-wired to her nipples. Then her own tell-tale shudder that telegraphed that pleasure to a man who saw it and understood immediately. "So....little miss princess has a weakness for nipple play.....interesting." the satisfaction in his voice was unmistakable. "Let's explore that shall we?" This apparrent new 'weakness' as he had put it was news to her. She couldn't really recall getting off on it in the past...but then again...nobody in the past had ever treated her quite like this man was treating her now, and he was only just getting started. Angela was in no doubt that she really was his play-thing. Tender and yet cruel in all the right ways. He was clearly going to take his time with her. She heard his footsteps trail off toward the dark side of the room. There were faint noises and then an unfamiliar jangling sound that made her desperate to see what he was doing. Those loud footsteps approached her once more. Moments later a new sensation against her skin. It confused her at first before recognition finally set in. The gentle drip drip drip of ice cold water striking her skin. Those tiny droplets hitting her lips and then moving down to her exposed breasts. Next came the subtle and persistent teasing of each droplet striking first one nipple and then the other. An erotic water torture that was driving her insane with each drop. A slow delicious feeling of those water droplets then pooling together and sliding down her body. But...this had only just been a prelude to what was about to happen. The electric jolt of an ice-cube sliding over one of her very erect and sensitive nipples. A sudden moan escaped Angela's lips then. The ice cold series of shocks making her tremble and shiver. Even though she was blind-folded she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her lower lip as the teasing continued. She felt a little dizzy and she exhaled hard. The ice cube was abruptly removed and replaced by the hot lips and tongue of her mystery tormentor. A momentary over load of feeling swept her then. "OH FUCK" Angela rasped as she spoke for the first time. A lapse of control that she wasn't even aware of at first. "You just broke the first rule" The man said softly. "But I understand and I will even be merciful this time." Once more she heard his footsteps trail off before returning. "Open that pretty mouth Angela, I think this will help you". Nervously she obeyed. As she opened her mouth she immediately felt something smooth being eased past her lips. Moments later her mouth felt full. Next came a subtle pressure at the back of her head accompanied by the sound of a buckle being fastened. Angela swirled her tongue around something large and smooth that now filled her mouth completely. She knew without being told exactly what had just happened. "First time wearing a Ball-gag?" the voice asked coldly? She nodded feeling a new kind of fear start to creep over her. "Don't be alarmed Angela, trust me, it's better this way. You don't have to control yourself. You can scream and swear and cry out all you like. With that ball-gag in your mouth it'll all sound the same anyway." He really did have every angle covered it seemed. A mental picture shot through her head of what she must look like right now. She saw a bound, blind-folded slut with a ball-gag in her mouth, and it wasn't just any slut, it was her. The fear was easing now but the adrenalin was worse than ever. She felt herself jolt slightly when once more an ice cube slid across one of her nipples. Only moments later that hot feeling again as his lips and tongue took over. She couldn't help but whimper into her gag and the sound of her own muffled voice now sounded unfamiliar and almost dirty. And then......all of a sudden.......there was nothing. He wasn't touching her anymore and he wasn't speaking either. He was watching silently now and she could feel his eyes practically burning a hole through her. What was he waiting for? A signal or a sign perhaps? He let her linger in that darkness for the longest time before he finally broke the silence, his calm steady voice echoing back at her from the void. "I'm going to give you a choice now Angela. Either we step this up a notch or I untie you and you walk out that door. The choice is yours and it's important that you know that." Her heart raced as he spoke those words. Intelligent and calculating. He seemed to understand that giving her a choice would only just make what happened next that much more intense. "Well........Do you want to leave?" He said matter of factly. Without hesitation she shook her head. "So you're ready for the next step?" He replied. She nodded. She heard his footsteps. He was in front of her now and he was close. She felt his hands on her knees and it made her want to cry out. Next came the firm pressure of his hands against her as he eased her legs apart just a little further. He didn't stop. Her legs now parting wider and wider still until she felt the tendons in her groin stretch as far as they would go. Her crotch was now fully exposed and on display for him. Angela's mind suddenly recalled the crotch-less panties she had chosen that day and she knew he must have been able to see everything. Sure it had seemed like a good choice at the time, but there was no denying that she probably just looked like a desperate slut now. More than likely he would waste no time in telling her so. He began to speak. "Y'know most women are a little shy when I put them through this for the first time, but not you. You show up in crotch-less panties and with your tits on display." Instantly she felt embarrassed but he continued to speak. "Thank-you for following my instructions so well Angela. You really have excelled. You are clearly different from the rest......special." Her embarrassment instantly faded and she felt a wave of satisfaction from his words. She was somehow different from the rest. She was special and she actually believed him when he said it. His hands were still in place and holding her legs apart with a subtle but firm pressure. "When I start moving my hands you're going to try to keep those legs as wide as you can. Understand?" "Uh-huh" Angela breathed through the gag. Suddenly she was aware of movement. His fingers inching up her inner thighs with a deliberate slowness that was almost torture. Slowly. Mercilessly. Scratching and teasing their way towards her crotch. His fingers playing across her sensitive flesh. Closer. Closer. 'Oh God' Angela repeated over and over in her head as she willed those fingers on and she prayed he wouldn't stop. Closer still. His fingers now rasping at the delicate crease of flesh that marked the end of her thighs and the beginning of her crotch. Bracing for that moment when his fingers finally touched her womanhood. Longing for it. And then, at the very moment before he would have made contact she felt him lightly dig his fingernails into her flesh and drag them slowly all the way back to her knees. Her own tortured groan was immediately stifled by the ball-gag. At the Mercy of a Stranger Without even thinking she immediately arched her back in frustration and ground her hips forward on the chair. The man just laughed and repeated the torture over and over until she wanted to scream. Every time that same tortured groan as he got so close before retreating. He was patient and cruel in equal amounts and he seemed to possess an almost innate understanding of what he was doing to her. "Would you like me to make things more interesting?" He finally asked her softly. Angela didn't know what that meant but she didn't care. She just wanted more. She nodded her head and he replied sounding pleased. "Such a good girl. Judging from what I saw earlier I think you'll find this next part very stimulating." Before she could react or even think she felt a cold smooth feeling running over her breasts. "You really do have such beautiful and sensitive nipples." He said softly. Again she felt that same cold feeling against her skin and once more she heard his calm voice. "Well Angela, for one night only you're gonna become my beautiful little play-thing....my obedient little pet. Do you like the sound of that?" "Uh-huh" She gasped immediately through the gag. She didn't need to think twice about it. The very idea of becoming this man's anonymous sex toy for a night was beyond arousing for her now. "Well...every good pet needs a leash...don't you agree?" She nodded and he continued. "Well you're just gonna have to take my word for it when I tell you that I'm holding a beautiful silver chain with your name on it, so to speak." She was aware he was close to her now, so close in fact, that his next words were whispered directly into her ear. "But I'm not simply gonna put a collar around your neck like a naughty puppy. No. You deserve much more than that." Angela was almost dizzy now. She had never felt this aroused and for this long ever before. Nobody had ever made her wait like this, and to make matters worse, he showed no sign of finishing her off any time soon. He seemed to be getting such pleasure from the desperation he was making her feel. "The chain isn't for your neck by the way", he continued. "On each end of the chain is a little metal clamp, and, in less than a minute those clamps are gonna be firmly attached to those beautiful, sensitive nipples of yours." "Oh Gawd." Angela somehow managed to hiss through the gag. She couldn't tell anymore if it was fear or arousal she was feeling. "Does my pretty little pet like the idea of being led around by her nipples?" He whispered. She inhaled hard through her nose and for the first time caught the faint scent of her own arousal wafting up from her exposed crotch. Without needing to say a word her own body was broadcasting to that man what he already knew. That her will power was leaving her. That she was as good as his now. Immediately a sharp pain shot through first her right nipple then her left and she let out a high pitched squeal. It was a sharp biting pain that stabbed at her senses at first before subsiding to a persistent heavy throb a minute later. "That's a good little girl" he said soothingly. "You look so beautiful like that. If you could only see how big and hard those pretty clamps are making your nipples.....and that silver chain really does complement your outfit." He gave a sharp tug on the chain and she felt her nipples burn as the clamps dug in. Again came that sharp pain, only this time much more intense than before. Again too came that involuntary throb of arousal from her crotch and it was so much more intense than the first time. "Ohh mwy gawwwwd....ohhh fwuuck" Her gagged and muffled voice rasped. He tugged the chain again and she groaned. This time she thrust her chest forward and spread her legs as wide as she could hoping his fingers would somehow find their way to her aching pussy amongst all the confusion. And then, once more, everything stopped. Angela's mind began to race then. Why did he stop? Had she done something wrong? Was she enjoying all this just a little too much for his liking? That had to be it. She knew that she was behaving like the worst kind of slut but she couldn't help it. There was just no defence against what this man was doing to her. Surely he must have known that. Christ it had been so long since she had sex anyway. All things considered it was a miracle she hadn't come the moment he laid a finger on her. But...perhaps she was just being paranoid. As it turned out, his next words to her gave her the answer. "You weren't totally honest with me were you Angela". He sounded amused as if he was wearing a big smile when he said it. She didn't know what he meant by that but he continued. "I read your profile and I studied your picture. All I saw then was a frigid sarcastic bitch. But that's clearly not you now is it." Angela didn't know what to think. For all she knew she really was that frigid bitch that he had described and yet here she was, trussed up like a common whore and she didn't want it to stop. "You're so turned on right now that you can't think straight can you. I bet you'd let a whole football team of horny guys fuck you right now if they walked through that door....isn't that right?" "Uh huuh." Angela replied immediately, and she meant it. Again there was a long pause before his follow-up. "And I meant it when I said you were different. You've clearly not been living up to your full potential at all have you?" She shook her head. This man seemed to be manipulating her mind just as much as he was manipulating her body. Introducing thoughts and ideas into her head that turned an already intense experience into something indescribable. They way he was using her own desires and emotions to enflame her. Her own thoughts magnifying all physical sensation almost exponentially. Beautiful and evil all at once. "Think of all this as your own personal wonderland........." He paused for effect, ".....and guess what Alice, It's time to go deeper down the rabbit hole....are you ready?" She nodded in reply and felt her heart rate soar. "That's my little princess. Let's continue shall we?" He didn't give her time to answer. He pulled on the chain connected to the nipple clamps and this time he just kept pulling. A groan escaped her mouth as once more she thrust her hips forward and spread her knees. This time Angela was startled when for the first time she felt pressure between her legs as something was pressed up hard against her crotch. Something cold and smooth was rubbing up against her through the large slit in her panties. "That's it Angela, keep those legs nice and wide , there's a good girl" He instructed and she immediately obeyed. 'Oh god this can't be real' she thought as the sensations started to overwhelm her. He kept the tension on the chain as he pulled the clamps on her nipples even harder and all she could do was arch her back and hold on for her life. The pain in her nipples doubled. All of a sudden it became too much. Her lungs filled with air in preparation for the tortured scream that was about to issue forth from her body. Her mystery tormentor had clearly anticipated her reaction and at that vital moment he did something that changed that scream into an almost violent expression of pleasure. That smooth object pressed between her legs that she had all but forgotten about in her pain suddenly erupted with sound and movement. The round head of a large vibrator pulsed strongly against her clit and labia. Nothing intelligible or even remotely close to a real word came from the throat of Angela at that moment only a strangled "HAAAAAH" kind of sound. No thoughts of anything profound came then either. The man simply began to play her body like an instrument for a period of time that she had no concept of. At first letting her get close to an orgasm before yanking the chain attached to the nipple clamps and using the intense pain to bring her back from the brink every time. How many times did he do that...she didn't even know. After a time all she could do was frantically grind her crotch onto the head of that vibrating toy. Having a sense that her moans had now become unintelligible cries. Then finally getting to the point where the pain in her nipples didn't matter anymore and no matter what he did to her she was about to come so very hard and so very loud. And so, of course, that's when he stopped altogether and Angela could only cry out in her frustration. His next words were timed to perfection "Does the little slut want to get fucked now?" The frantic Angela practically screamed back her muffled response. "YESSH, OHHHHH FWUCK.....FWUCK MEH...PWEESE FWUCK MEH." "God I love it when they beg" he said with satisfaction "Go ahead. Beg me some more and this time make it a little louder." Angela didn't care anymore. She wanted this more than she had wanted anything in a long time. She did her best to speak but the gag made things difficult. "FWUCK MEH....... PWEESE JUH FWUCK MEH" "Oh you're definitely a keeper" he replied. Immediately she heard him moving behind her and she felt her hands being untied. Next her ankles were set free and she placed her hands on her lap as she waited almost instinctively for his next move. "Stand up and raise your arms above your head." Angela obeyed as best she could but she couldn't stop shaking. She stood up on very wobbly legs, raised her arms, and waited. A few moments later she felt her tight dress being peeled off of her from the bottom upwards and soon she stood in nothing but her lingerie. She knew how she must have looked. Heels and stockings, crotch-less panties and a corset. Her breasts exposed and the nipple clamps still firmly in place. "You know what I like about you Angela?........You came prepared." She heard him say with some satisfaction. She heard his footsteps circling now as if he was conducting an inspection. "Every woman is so very differen't." He paused briefly. "Some arrive here like they're out on a hot date. The last one was a thirty year-old lawyer who arrived dressed like a naughty school-girl right down to her knee socks and white panties. First time I've ever seen a woman have an orgasm just from being spanked." He continued to circle her. "My point is......All of you are so complex and different, but in the end, I can tell so much about a woman by the way she dresses. I know right away what she came here for." He was much closer now and he practically whispered his next words. "As for you....well that's easy now isn't it. I'm gonna fuck you like the cheap slut you always dreamed of being......would you like that princess?" She nodded. There was no point in even trying to deny it now. "Well then...get down onto your hands and knees right now....slowly and carefully." She obeyed without question. She felt him gather her shoulder length hair into one hand and then felt a strong tug as he began to pull her by the hair and lead her across the floor. Within a few feet the hard wood under her knees had turned to soft carpet and she could feel herself being positioned on all fours. He placed one of her hands over a smooth object that was attached to the floor and then he began to speak. "I want you to know what is about to happen. Do you feel that object under your right hand?" Angela nodded. "It's nothing sinister I promise you, it is just a metal ring bolted to the floor. Very soon your right wrist will be tied to it. There is another ring by your left wrist." Angela knew where this was going and it excited her. It was dirty and dangerous and her body felt electric. "You may have already guessed that there are similar rings bolted to the floor by your left and right ankles. You will remain tied to the floor on all fours and you will be a good little girl for me. Are we clear?" Again she nodded and she felt her wrists being tied to each ring. The man forced her legs apart even further until she felt her ankles touch each ring and they were fastened tight. 'Oh god I can't stand it' she thought as she heard noises from behind her. The sound of shoes hitting the floor and the rustle of clothes being discarded. She felt his skin on hers as he kneeled behind her. Angela couldn't help it, she arched her back knowing it would make the angle easier as she offered her pussy to this stranger. She felt the soft skin of his fingers pull apart the slit in her panties and then gently spread apart her labia. "Show me how much you want it." He said in a calm soothing tone. Her response came so very naturally then. She let out a low sensual "mmmmmmm" sound and then ground her pelvis in small circles as if she was just daring him to take advantage and fuck her. It was almost frightening how easily he seemed to be able to read her. Just as he had said, she had always been so envious of those slutty girls who seemed to just do whatever they want and fuck whoever they wanted without any shame or consequence. So many times she had wished for that kind of freedom, but, to risk becoming known as just another bed hopping slut wasn't even an option. But...right here and now, as she felt that man begin to move behind her, the only thing she wanted was to become his dirty little whore for as long as he would have her. She bucked slightly when she felt the head of something warm nudge up against her pussy. The surface of it felt almost like skin, but not quite. She knew that feeling, he was wearing a condom and she could feel its rubbery texture as it slid up and down her slit, gathering moisture for that impending moment when it would all begin. Next the feeling of her body jerking slightly as he yanked at her crotchless panties until the lace gave way and it was torn from her body. That one raw act of passion only just escalating an already intense situation. The sexual torture then continuing. He would pause every so often and she would feel the shaft of his very erect cock nestle between the ample flesh of her buttocks. It was enough to confirm to her that his size and width was significant and he clearly wanted her to know it. She knew she was only moments away from being penetrated and violently fucked. True to form however, he stopped moving altogether at that very moment. Silent as a statue, he didn't move an inch. He just let her exist in that moment for what seemed like forever. Angela couldn't believe the feelings that were raging inside her. Primal, base and unstoppable. Waiting for that moment he would finally force his way into her and set her free from that longing. Like a sprinter waiting for the starting pistol he was poised and ready. She felt his weight shift slightly and she wanted to scream. Once more she felt him gather her hair into his right fist and then tug on it as he pulled her head back making her body arch even more. She felt his other hand reach forward and grab her shoulder for leverage. 'Oh god, oh god' was the only thought she could muster in the split second before it all started. She felt his muscles tense powerfully and a moment later he punched his cock all the way inside her in an aggressive, circular thrust. Angela screamed into the gag as he backed up almost all the way out of her before repeating the hard deep thrust. It hurt. As she had suspected, the man was far from small and she felt as if he was penetrating her all the way into her womb. Every inch felt intensely. "Aww fuck that pussy is tight!" The man said breathlessly as he settled into a rhythm and began to fuck her in strong unrelenting strokes. She began to moan now with every thrust as the pain eased and she began to lose herself in the feeling of it all. Her body rocked with the impact of each stroke and she began to push back hard. Angela felt a tugging at the back of her head and realized that he was unfastening the ball-gag. As soon as it fell free she gasped and cried out. She was free to speak but nothing intelligible came out of her mouth. "Work that pussy good baby" he blurted before adding "Beg for it like a good little whore." To her surprise the words came all too easily. "Awwwh yeah sooo good..... Fuck it.... Please....don't stop!" He continued to pound into her and she continued to groan with every thrust. A beautiful and ferocious rhythm ensued after that. The violence of his thrusts countered by her own response as she drove back hard to meet him. A loud SMACK, SMACK, SMACK sound filling the room as the flesh of her rump slapped against his pelvis over and over again. He pounded her like that for a full ten minutes before he pulled out and she groaned in disappointment. If she had any concerns that he had perhaps finished, or that it was over, then they were answered immediately. Angela heard him moving in front of her now and he pulled her still blind-folded face up towards him. She knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth and immediately felt the shaft of his cock ease past her lips and down her throat. He had removed the condom and now was intent on fucking her mouth the same way he had fucked her pussy. "You had better believe me when I say that I'm gonna use all of you tonight." He said breathlessly. Angela just let out a low groan of approval as she felt the shaft of his large cock invade her mouth and then explore her throat. Her body convulsing in a gag reflex at first before starting to adjust a little more each time. Soon a successful technique was reached where she would work the head and the shaft with her mouth before holding her breath and taking four of five deep strokes down her throat. Her pussy was still on fire and she wanted desperately to reach back with her hands and tease her clit but she couldn't. Her wrists were still tied firmly to the rings on the floor. Instead Angela did the only thing she could. She focussed all her attention on the cock invading her mouth and throat and attempted to give the most spectacular blow-job of her life. If his reaction was any indication she was succeeding. "Oh fuck that's it you dirty little bitch. Just like that you filthy whore." His words didn't insult her, far from it, they were only driving her on and enflaming her even more. "That's enough for now" he said suddenly as he pulled out and returned to his position behind her. Angela was in heaven when she felt his cock invade her pussy once more. He wasn't gentle or subtle. He thrust into her aggressively sending a shockwave through her body with each impact. She felt his torso slam up hard against her rump each time. That loud 'smacking' sound again filled the room as they both resumed that ferocious rhythm. For a brief moment her mind went back to all her previous experiences with men. Some of them had been a little rougher than others in bed but the majority had been fairly nice guys and their approach to sex was usually a romantic one. After all that's what women were supposed to want......... wasn't it? It's true that she had enjoyed those experiences, but they didn't even compare to what was happening to her right now. Angela was getting her pussy pounded mercilessly. This man had turned her into a cheap little 'fuck toy' and she was loving every second. She had no way of knowing that he was about to step things up a notch once more. This time without saying a word he simply let his roaming touch provide the clues. His fingernails scratched lightly down her back and it sent a small shiver through her body. His fingers traced invisible patterns over the sensitive skin of her lower back until they began to move with more purpose and Angela began to realize what was coming next.