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Tied Down

By: jazmyn909



We drove in silence until he pulled up to the familiar white mansion that I had been before a few times while having slumber parties with Madison. Derek said nothing to me as he got out of the car; I sat unmoving, unsure what to do.

I felt my door being opened; instead of letting me exit the vehicle by myself he unbuckled my seat belt and picked me up, carrying me bridal style into his home.

We finally reached a room I had never been inside, but knew from Madison telling me that it belonged to Derek. He kicked the door shut as soon as we entered, before I could even observe my surroundings I was being laid in the center of his bed.

He worked fast, my shell shock working to his advantage. Swiftly moving around the bed, he bound each of my limbs, I tried to pull away from him, terrified of what he was doing, but I was no match for his strength,

"Wh-what are you doing," I yelled once I was completely bound, spread eagle in the center of his bed.

He responded by leaning down close to my face, stroking my cheek, whispering into my ear, "something this part of me has wanted to do for a very long time."

I swallowed, "what do you mean?'"

"I always knew we would end up in bed together one day, I just didn't know if it would be. Just like we are right this moment, or if my gentleman side would have gathered the courage to ask you out, then we lost our virginities to one another after prom," he smirked.

"Gentleman side? Wh-what's the...other side?" I gasped, his hand as slowly inching up my thigh, making my mind go hazy

"A dark side my dear, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. My gentleman side has wanted to woo you since the moment I saw you, to show you how much I love you, to tell you how much I'm in love you. My dark side has yearned for you just as long, remember the first time I saw you? I certainly do, you walked into the cafeteria, you were like a goddess, all those vile boys staring at you, disgusting thoughts running wild through their minds. I wanted nothing more then to grab you right then and there, throw you up against and fuck your pretty little innocent body, right in front of all of them so they would know they would see that you belong to me. I wanted to fuck you so hard, until you saw no one else and thought about no one else except for me."

He squeezed my upper thigh and bit my earlobe as he told me everything; no matter how frightening this may seem to some, it only further excited me, my excitement pooling in my panties.

"You...you love me?"

"Out of my whole confession that's the part you paid attention to? You are a silly girl sometimes, but that's part of the reason why I am so in love with you."

"If you love me...then why did you take me....and tie me to your bed?"

"You brought this on yourself love, don't think for one second you didn't," he growled at me. I gave him a look of confusion and he continued, cupping my chin and jutting out my bottom lip.

"You are always biting your full luscious lip, licking it sensuously right in front of me, tempting me, teasing me. I've dreamed about your lips, kissing them, sucking on them, having them suck me off, biting your lip so fucking hard and just watching your innocence just drip," by the time he was finished his sentence his face was an inch from mine, his cool breath fanning my face.

He closed the gap between us, kissing me roughly, he shoved his tongue in my mouth and I couldn't escape the moan that escaped and absorbed by his mouth. This wasn't the gentle first kiss I imagined having with Derek...this was a thousand times better.

He pulled away from me, but kept on sucking on my bottom lip, I felt his teeth lock onto my lip, applying pressure until there was a pain surging through it, I squirmed against my binds.

"Derek," I cried in pain, he bit so hard that he punctured my lip and I tasted the familiar metallic taste of blood.

He let go of my lip and pulled away from me, I looked at his face. He had my blood dripping from his lips, down his chin, looking like a god like vampire who had just fed.

"Then you are always moaning my name in your sleep, driving me wild," he licked my blood off his lips.

"Sleep?' I questioned. Had I said his name in my sleep when I was having a slumber party with Madison? Had Madison heard? His parents? Oh God...how embarrassing.

"Yes...sleep. No offence to your father, but how did he become the chief of police when for the past year a teenage boy who has an obsession with his daughter has snuck into her room multiple times a week to watch her sleep. Hell I've even used your bathroom and he didn't even stir."

My eyes widened and my breathing accelerated, here I thought Derek was indifferent to my existence, but he had been more or less stalking me. I know I should have been terrified after learning this, but apparently I was the most fucked up person in the world and was excited by it.

"You would say my name in your sleep, moan it, and I wanted so badly to wake you up and tell you I love you, to fucking show you."

"Why," I swallowed before continuing, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what? That I've been practically stalking you like the sick fuck I am because I have this crazy obsession with you! I'm not that fucking insane."

"Tell me that you have feelings for me, I-I love you too," I told him.

"I love you so much it hurts. Sure you would have reciprocated my feelings, but what would have happened when I started being this sexually dominating psychopath that I am? When this dark side came out full force? You would have dumped me so fast and got a restraining order against me, I couldn't take that rejection or pain. I can't."

All of what he had just said had made sense, it would be logical to get a restraining order against him, to move to Florida with my mother to get away from him, but even after knowing all this I wouldn't rather be anywhere in the world at this moment than here with him.

"Even so if all that happened it would have been my fault, but like I said before you brought this entirely on yourself, my urges have been building for so long and you have to tease me by wearing this to school," he yelled, forcefully grabbing a handful of my miniskirt.

"I...it wasn't to tease you. I-I just wanted to get you to notice me. I always assumed that you were indifferent to me."

He smirked, "Your assumptions were very wrong weren't they?"

I meekly nodded my head.

"All day you have been prancing around in next to nothing, testing my control," he took a shallow breath before continuing, "showing yourself off to the entire school. Don't get me wrong I certainly enjoy your attire, but it would have been a hell out a lot better I didn't have to watch the entire male population of the school undress what little you left covered with their eyes."

I blushed at his comment, and looked away from, slightly ashamed at my actions today, but there was still something I needed to know.

"Why did you look so angry at me in Biology...why did you run away from me?"

"I wanted to kill them Samantha, Martin, Blake. I wanted to murder them for looking at you like that, like a piece of meat. Sure I lust after you worst then the rest of them, but I also love you very much, it's different...it just is. I don't just want to fuck you I want to be with you as well," he admitted.

"Oh...why did you run," I repeated.

"I ran because all I wanted to do at the moment was to throw you on our lab table and fuck you senseless, I ran to control my urges, but after being so close to you there was no going back. Let's say I did some work on your car so it wouldn't start, I figured I would offer you a ride home and you would have no choice to take it, but you had already started walking in the pouring ran, in next to nothing. Are you insane?"

He dismantles my car, stalks me, and ties me to his bed then has the nerve to ask if I'm insane.

"No! Are you?" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, fearing I had upset him, but he just let out a dark chuckle.

"No my love despite my actions we are not. We all have a dark side, a side we try to not to let anyone become aware of. Not to bring my sister up at a time like this, but do you know where Madison is right this moment?"

"With Tyler?"

"Yes, but do you no what she's doing?"

I shook my head; I had no idea what my best friend was doing at this moment.

"Tyler rented a room so no one would know she's playing naughty nurse to his wounded soldier," he told me.

I stared at him in shock, he was wrong; Madison wasn't like that, was she?

"How do you know?"

"A brother never wants to walk in on that, but when you hear your best friend say he's really hurt you want to make sure he's alright," he shuttered at his memory.

"So what is your dark side my love, your dirty little secret. I think I have I figured it out already, since you haven't asked me to untie you, I bet that thought hasn't even crossed your mind," he gave whispered into my ear, I shivered at the sensation.

"Are you cold? You are still wet from your little stroll in a thunderstorm," I didn't respond. I wasn't cold, very warm in actuality. I gasped as I felt the tips of his fingers brush the outside of my underwear.

"Yes you are very wet indeed," he smirked; I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

He let out a tisk, "There you go again, testing my control. Is this turning you on my love? You truly were made for me weren't you? The submissive to my dominant."

He sucked my bottom lip between his lips and applied more pressure to his fingers, and I couldn't refrain from moaning, he pulled his hand away from me and I let out a sound of disapproval.

"Does this turn you on? What do you want Sam, I'm no mind reader you have to tell me," he taunted.

"Yes," I gasped out.

"Yes what love?"

"This turns me on."

"What turns you on?"

"You...touching...me...bound," I managed to get out.

"What do you want?"

"To touch me...to fuck me," I pleaded.

"Oh really? There is something you have to say first though, will you say it?"

"Yes..."

"Say you belong to me, only me," he looked at me darkly, I didn't respond too in shock; you would think at this point nothing he could say would surprise me.

"That's okay my love I'll get the words out of you soon enough," he mashed his lips to mine and, slid his fingers into my panties, soaking his fingers in my juices, he pulled away all together much to my dismay.

He sucked one digit into his mouth tasting my juices, he moaned in pleasure.

"Delicious, even more appetizing then your blood," he told me.

He held his pointer finger to my mouth, a silent order for me to taste myself, I looked at him disgusted.

"Do it," he barked and I quickly obeyed, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I sucked my juices completely off his finger as he stared at me with glazed eyes.

"I can't wait for you to suck another part of my body, but all in do time. I can't believe I'm saying this love, but you are wearing too many clothes."

He moved down to my feet and pulled off the heels, I mentally thanked him for removing the atrocious footwear. He moved fast, next unbuttoning the skirt and pulling it off of me. He skipped over my panties and moved to my shirt, pausing. If he wanted to get it off of me he had to untie me, or so I thought. He ripped the offending tank top off of me and threw what was left of it to the floor. He decided my bra was useless as well because after he unclasped it he snapped the straps, pulling the bra away he set my breasts free.

I wanted nothing more then to cover my breasts with my arms, to hide my nudity from him, but I was bound. He stared at my breasts longer then it took him to take off my clothing, before breaking out into a grin.

"So beautiful," he whispered before reaching out and grabbing each breast in each of his hands. I moaned as he messaged my breasts, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my already hardened nipples.

He groped one breast as he lowered his head to the other, taking the peak into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it. I was panting by now; he switched and gave the same attention to the other nipple.

When he was finished the assault on my breasts he trailed wet kissed down to the hem of my underwear, he purposely ignored the place I needed him to touch me most and kissed my thighs, licking and biting.

I thrashed around, trying uselessly to shift so he was at my center. He grabbed my hips and held me down, looking up at me, using his facial expressions to tell me to stop it. Tell me he was in control and he would touch me there when he was ready.

I sat still, and apparently obeying him earned me some brownie points and he lowered his mouth closer to my arousal. Breathing on it, but not touching it, I let out a whimper. He put his nose to me underwear nudging my arousal through the fabric.

I closed my eyes, taking in all the sensations, when I felt his tongue lick my slit through my underwear, the fabric adding pleasurable friction, I cried out.

I felt him smile before he continued his long slow torturous licks, I cried and trashed, bucking my hips, begging for more, but instead he moved so he was perched over me, like a lion staring down his prey.

"As much as I am taking pleasure in the sounds you are making, I've decided that I want you to be silent and to stop moving while I work."

He went back to his 'work' then, and I couldn't obey his command, the pleasure was too much.

He hooked his fingers into my panties, destroying them like he had done to so many articles of my clothing. He took what was left of them and balled them up in his fist, before making his way back up to my face.

"Open your mouth," he demanded. I shook my head, hell no!

He grabbed my chin, holding my head as he forced the balled up fabric, soaked in my juices into my mouth, I went to spit them out.

"Do it and I'll tape your mouth with it in there," my eyes widened and I refrained from my precious action.

He moved to my completely bare vagina, taking it in as he took in my breasts.

"Did you do this for me as well?" he asked. I didn't do that from him though, I just distained the feel of body hair.

He gave my now unobstructed arousal another slow long lick. The feel of it against my bundle of nerves was intoxicating.

He continued his work, going slow to torture me. I laid completely still and quiet, in fear he would stop if I disobeyed his order.

"You taste amazing; I love slowly licking you, savoring your taste. Do you enjoy it?" he questioned, my juices and a devious smirk on his lips. I did enjoy it, but I distained the torture as well, bringing me no where near the release I needed.

He surprised me by suddenly biting my clit; I let out a muffled scream and bucked my hips.

"Disobeying my order love? I'm going to have to punish you now," he smiled, moving away from my arousal. I groaned, wasn't denying my pleasure punishment enough?

He moved to my feet untying my ankles from their bounds, he was ending this because I couldn't contain myself. He undid my wrists and took the underwear away from mouth. I didn't want to stop, I didn't want to ever stop, I started to cry.

"Did you think there would be no consequences for your actions? Stop crying and get up," he commanded.

I continued to crying and got up, I went to pick up what was left of my outfit, but was forcefully grabbed by Derek.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I didn't tell you to do that did I?" I jumped and looked at him.

"But-but...I thought...thought you were kicking me out," I sobbed, not being able to handle the sudden rejection.

His expression became softer and he pulled me into a gentle embrace. "No my Sam, I don't want you to leave, I never want you to leave."

He held me until I finally calmed down, he wiped my face with his hands and sleeve, before discarding the soiled shirt, leaving him completely bare, I ran my fingertips over his toned chest, he shivered.

He grabbed my wrists, taking back control, and gave me a soft sweet kiss on lips; this is what I thought our first kiss would be like.

"That being cleared up there is still a matter of your punishment," he explained.

I nodded in acceptance. I could take anything he gave me, unless it was rejection.

"Kneel on the bed, facing away from me," he told me, I quickly obeyed. "Lean forward, palms flat on the bed."

I did as I was told, now in a doggy style position. He leaned over me, I could feel his breath against my neck.

"Your ass is as beautiful as the rest of you, but it would be even more beautiful if it looked like your lips, swollen and red."

When he finished I felt him slap my butt, hard enough to leave a mark and to sting. I gasped and jerked forward from the force, but did not break position, even though it hurt it was only adding to my arousal.

He continued his assault on my behind, slapping it until he was completely satisfied with his work.

"It's so red, so perfect," he grazed his fingertips over my sore bottom. "I can feel the head radiating off of it. One day I'm going to fuck you in your perfect little ass, but not today. I have another more important cherry to pop first. Did you learn you lesson?"

I craned my neck to the side so I was looking back at him, biting my lip I nodded.

"Obviously not entirely if you keep testing my control like that," he mused.

He pulled me off the bed and set me on the floor in front of his feet. I looked up at him in shock.

"Kneel," he growled, I got into the ordered position and watched as he undid his belt.

He threw the belt aside and undid his pants, pulling not only them but his boxers down, kicking them off along with his shoes.

I looked up to see the nude Greek God in all his form, he was magnificent. He was huge, how the hell was he going to fit into any of my holes?

"I've been fantasizing about your luscious lips on my cock, sucking me off, now I'm finally going to have that fantasy fulfilled."

I had known where this was going as soon as he had me kneel, but I made no move to take him into my mouth, I have never given oral before. Fuck I hadn't even been kissed before today.

He let out a frustrated breath through his nose as he waited for me to do what he wanted, but I remained unmoving, he got the idea he was going to have to coax me along.

"Open your mouth Samantha."

I relaxed my jaw and my mouth slacked, my lips parting. He put the tip of his manhood into my mouth. I became braver and licked his head, tasting precum, he tasted great. He let out a moan and gripped the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"More," he gasped, pushing my head forward and forcing more of his length into my mouth. I started sucking him his member, bobbing my head slightly back and forth, licking his length.

His grip tightened and he let out a hiss through his gritted teeth, I moaned, giving him pleasure was turning me on even more. The vibrations my moan caused drove him wild and he forced himself all the way into my mouth. I felt his had at the back of my throat and gripped his hips to keep from gagging.

"Relax Sam, breathe through you nose," he told me, I complied, my gagging reflex ceasing. He fucked my mouth faster, harder, I used my tongue the most I could, deep throating him. His breathing become ragged, he was going to cum soon.

He look down on me and moaned, "Your lips around my cock is such and amazing fucking sight. Your mouth is so fucking warm, fucking wet."

I don't know he was able to control his breath to say that but he did. He gave one last jerk and through his head back, crying out my name as he came, I swallowed every last bit of him.

He came down from his orgasm and removed his member from my mouth, smiling down at me.

"That was...there are no words to describe that."

He pulled me up and pushed me back on the bed, climbing on top of me, trapping me between him and the bed, not like I was trying to escape anyway.


Tied Down & Left Alone



The following story was written by request for a fellow Literotica reader.

Who cares why I was there, the fact is, I was. Sex was not the first thing on my mind but after seeing the raven-haired beauty it jumped rapidly to the forefront. Apparently she and the old man had been playing a few love games in the middle of the afternoon and he decided to carry it a bit too far. 

I heard the car pull away from the front of the house and just to make sure no one was home I stole a quick glance through the kitchen window. I know what you are thinking, middle of the day, but, it was the ‘burbs and I had cased the place thoroughly for weeks. Everyone worked, usually, and with some careful testing I had found out which houses had the alarms. 

There she was. Her long, toned, and bare legs were tied just above the knees. She was bent over a small table, probably used for a cutting board and her hips fit right at the edge. She was obviously pretty tall for a woman. I would guess about 5’9”. Her hands tied to the opposite legs. 

I figure they must have been role-playing or something. Maybe he just tied her up for something different but then he drove off and left her! I quickly checked the door and found it unlocked. She had been pushed up near the refrigerator and when I came in she mumbled and tried to turn her head. Good thing her old man had done me the favor of gagging her and thanks to the tie up job he did she couldn’t even get a look at me! Quickly, I took off the bandana I was wearing and blindfolded her. She was tense but unusually quiet. I bet she thought I was her old man. 

She still had on a pair of panties but they had been pulled down enough that she was totally exposed. This woman was a doll! Her raven hair was pulled up into a bunch at the back of her head, I assume so her hubby could nibble her neck. She had faint tan lines that matched a sport bra and by the muscular tone of her legs I would guess she walked or exercised regularly. In the sun wearing her sport bra I am sure.

She smelled of recent sex, so hot, musky, and intoxicating. The co-mingled juices of their afternoon game glistened at the entrance of her vagina, her lips swollen and open. I wanted her bad!

I couldn’t wait any longer! I leaned my head in near her neck and inhaled deeply. God, she smelt delicious. Then I asked, “Where’s your old man gone honey?” 

You know that visa commercial? Bandana…. $2.95, 9mm Beretta from a pawnshop…. $310, hearing her muffled screams and watching her fight against her bonds to get up… priceless! I chuckled. I had no idea how long the old man was going to be gone, so I couldn’t waste too much time.

Placing the length of the barrel against her swollen lips I spoke loudly over the muffled cries for help. “Shut up! Shut up and listen!” Whether the cold steal of the gun barrel or the cold edge of my voice she stopped screaming into the gag, but continued to fight against her bonds. “I am going to have a piece of you no matter what you do, the question is, are you going to get hurt?” She quit squirming as I pressed the gun barrel harder into her womanhood. Slowly, I rubbed the barrel up and down her moistened slit. “Now, I am going to remove your gag so you can suck my dick.” She shook her head vigorously to indicate she had no intention of compliance. She quickly changed her mind when I poked the muzzle of the Beretta into her ass. “That’s better”. 

I moved the barrel back to her swollen lips and began to slide it up and down between her velvety folds while I untied her gag with my left hand. Once she was free of the gag I moved in front of her and having removed my cock from its confines I slapped her cheek hard with it. “Do a good job!” I ordered. 

She started tentatively at first, and then got into it. Her tongue swirling around the head of my cock felt good, but I had never experienced this kind of control over such a beautiful women. It was spur of the moment, but I grabbed her hair and forced as much of my eight inches into her mouth as I could. She gagged and tried to pull away. “Swallow it bitch!” She got a second chance when I pulled back just an inch or so then thrust forward again. This time she did get it all. Man, all the women I had been with in all my life, and this was the first time I had ever felt a woman’s nose pressed against my torso or my balls resting on a chin. What a marvelous feeling. 

Basking in the pleasure, I had forgotten she couldn’t breath and only withdrew when I saw how red her face had turned. I pulled completely out and she coughed and sputtered. To distract her I reached over her back and started rubbing her clit with the barrel again. She must have really liked being forced to deep-throat a man of my size, because I could hear the sloshing of her wet pussy. “You want that again don’t you?” She only opened her mouth. While continuing to rub her with the gun I once again forced my rod down her throat. I couldn’t believe it! Her face was red, the sides of her neck bulging from the forced invasion, and she orgasmed! Violently! Her whole body shook and she took some time to settle down even after I had removed my cock from her throat.

Now walking around and admiring her beauty I was trying to decide where to take her next. Lazily I drug the barrel of the gun up and down her back. When I traced the crack of her ass with the muzzle, she tensed and hoarsely begged “No not there, please not there, you’ll rip me apart!” I laughed. “Well, I guess you know what’s coming then!” She fought and screamed even after I managed to get the gag back on her. I gave her one long stroke striking her womb with the head of my cock then lifted the head to her ass. I hadn’t figured on anything like this and had no lube with me so I dropped some spit into the crack of her ass while I held her ass cheeks wide and eyed my target. She was tight! I had worked the head in and whether from shock or fear she had stopped screaming and fighting her bonds, but I could tell she held her breath. Finally, with a pop, that I felt more than heard, her sphincter relaxed enough that I could push more cock into her. She had been holding her breath long enough that her shoulders were beginning to flush. “I’m not getting out, so you better start breathing.” 

I was enjoying the velvet vise grip of her ass too much to notice when she started breathing again, but I did notice when she started trying to push back against the short, slow strokes of my cock in her ass. It took a little doing but I finally got all the way in. I was going slowly at first, but it felt so good that I started taking longer and faster stabs at her ass. My balls were slapping her pussy lips hard each time I bottomed out. I was pumping so hard that I didn’t at first realize, she muffled cries had turned to those of excitement, no that her head was against the refrigerator, and that was the only thing keeping the table from making contact. Hands on her hips I started pulling her hips forcibly back into my groin and buried to the hilt one last time. My balls slapping her pussy had done it for her and the muscles of her back passage milked what felt like gallons of juice from my balls as we both came.

Call it weird fascination, but after I pulled out, I watched until her gaping asshole finally winked back to as close to normal as it was going to get. 

Realizing that I was doomed and DNA is easily traced I quickly formed a lame plan and executed. I slid her and the table back to where it had started, knowing she couldn’t turn her head enough to see me, I then removed the bandana from her eyes and wiped as much spunk from her ravaged ass as I could and stuffed the bandana into the pocket of my jacket. Unable to resist one last taunt I leaned in close to her and whispered, “Really Outstanding, Man Absent, Nice Girl, In Restraining Laces.”

I had just rechecked to make sure I didn’t miss anything and was planning to see what goods were ripe for the taking when I heard a car in the driveway. Fantasy fulfilled but not a nickel to show for my efforts, I dashed out of the back door and ran for cover. I waited for hours just far enough away to see how soon the cops would show. To my utter surprise they never turned up! Maybe she liked it! Did she even tell her old man? I was just breathing a sigh of relief when I realized I had dropped the bandana.

I still check in on that neighborhood and at least once I have seen my raven-haired beauty wearing what looks suspiciously like the bandana I dropped. Is she hoping I will see her with it? Is she asking for me to come back?



Tied Down and Made Up



This is my first story, be gentle please.

As a general rule, I am usually hot. No, I don't mean hot as in attractive, nor hot as in horny. I mean hot as in temperature, as in sweating, as in wanting to walk around in your birthday suit in an attempt to cool off your body in the flaming heat of summer. But that often applied in winter as well.

Walking down a back road, amongst the slush and dirt of a Michigan winter, I was cold. I wrapped the jacket around myself a little tighter, as if that would somehow stop the wind from slicing through it to my skin. The deconstructed (or holy, which ever you prefer) black jeans I wore offered little protection against the biting wind, and the canvas converse I was wearing quickly soaked through. But I wasn't thinking about that. My mind was numb, nothing transferred to my brain. I just walked. Walked down a few alleys I shouldn't have, took a few wrong turns. I think my subconscious knew where I was going. Maybe it, in its dejected state, wanted me in the south end. Maybe it hoped I'd get murdered. I didn't obviously. But as a hand with a fowl-smelling rag closed over my mouth, that was the last thought that passed through my mind before the world faded to black.

*****

I awoke groggily and alive. I did not know how much time had passed, nor where I was. I was blindfolded and my hands were bound behind my back. When I tried to stumble foreword a chain between my ankles clanked, and a collar of some sorts choked me back.

"Looks like that pale twink you picked up on Woodrow woke up, Tyler." A male voice stated off to my right. "Should I knock him out again?"

"Nah, shop'll be open before he wakes up again. Besides, he ain't going anywhere." The second, deeper voice responded, somewhere near the first, finishing with a dark chuckle.

"You know," the first said, coming closer to me. "I ain't normally that into guys, but this one's rather pretty." He grabbed my chin, probably to get a better look at my face, and I jerked away.

"Where am I?" I demanded, kicking the man, possibly in the shins. He cried out in pain and the other one came thundering over. He stood next to me in silence for a moment, then let out a booming laugh.

"Getting beat by a tied-up bitch, Luke? Now that's pathetic for even you." He said to his hobbling companion.

"Shut up, Tyler." Then he turned to me. "Why you little bitch! I ought teach you a lesson!" He was close to my face now.

"Someone ought to teach you a lesson in grammar." I quibbled back.

"Why you..." Luke growled. I think he was about to punch me when Tyler grabbed his fist.

"You know we're not allowed to damage the merchandise. Boss'll have your head." The bigger man stated calmly. It seemed like they had had this discussion before. Luke huffed and stormed away.

"His owner is gonna have a hella time with him."

"What is this?" I questioned again. "Some sort of slave trade?" Tyler opened his mouth to speak when he was cut off.

"Smart, kid." A rich, commanding voice commented. I could hear the smirk in his voice. This man was powerful, and he knew it. He took long quick strides and stopped in front if me. He could not see my eyes, but I still looked down. "What is your name?" I could smell his cologne, hear the whisper of his suit against his tie.

"Russell...sir." I debated on the address, but decided it would be best if this man liked me, likely being the boss of the place. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"Would you rather have a Mistress or a Master?" I remained silent this time, tilting my head down to hide my blushing cheeks. I was thankful for the tight pants I wore, hiding the boner I had because, in all honesty, I was horribly turned on at the idea of a Master. I knew I was a masochist, and this way, I wouldn't have to try and find someone who would like me, they would come to me, so to speak.

"Well that gave me my answer. Nothing to be ashamed of, kid." I was a bit surprised by that statement. Apparently he hadn't heard what the rest of the world was saying. The man turned to Tyler. "Tell me when Mr. Baxter gets here. I think he'll like this one." Then he turned and walked away. A short while later I heard "Lukas, what the hell were you thinking with that girl's shirt?!" There was other bustling sounds of a business preparing to open that I mostly ignored. As much as I disliked being in the dark and defenseless, I was at least thankful they hadn't changed my clothes as they apparently had with some of the other people chained up like me. Guess they thought I had good style, not that I would argue otherwise. At some point a girl next to me woke up and started panicking and screaming. 

"Shut up will you?!" I snapped after a moment. She quieted, sobbing.

"Wh-who's there?" She asked fearfully, yet I could hear the hope in her voice.

"My names Russell, kid." I said, playing cool. "Yours?" I could hear her stifling her sobs.

"Ja-aclyn...where am I?" 

"A slave trade from what I gather. I'd get rid of those tears, a pretty gal like should get noticed by a good Master if your good." I said with a smirk and a soft chuckle.

"B-but I d-don't want a master..." She blubbered, on the verge of crying again. 

"Aw, it ain't as bad as it sounds. Least this way you don't have to worry about friends setting you up on blind dates." I said with a chuckle. "Well hello, Jaclyn," I started in a nasal, feminine voice. She stopped sniffling. "Just the girl I was looking for! Do you want to go out with this friend of mine, Jeramy? You know, he's real sweet and, well," I dropped my voice to a loud whisper, "he's kinda got the hots for me, but you know, not my style. So maybe you could..." She laughed. 

"I've heard that one more than once!" 

"So what is your type?" I asked charmingly. I dropped my voice an octave and talked a little slower. "Tall, dark and all muscle?" I switched to my normal voice, "Or someone with a little more brain?" We chatted, me almost flirting with her. Not cause I liked her really or anything, but she needed someone to do that for her. If you weren't someone like me, this could be very traumatizing, waking up somewhere like this. I think it helped I woke up early. Time to process information or something along those lines. 

Silence filled the room as a whistle was blown. Jaclyn softly whispered my name but I shushed her.

"Welcome to The Untied Knot, home of the finest drink in Detroit and the best selection of bitches!" The Boss said grandly with a chuckle. There were some outcries and some catcalls, and Tyler whooped. "Now in a few minutes your future Masters and Mistresses will enter and I don't want any misbehaving, so keep your hands and /feet/" he paused, and I was quite sure he was talking to to me. I chuckled. "To yourselves." There was a soft rap on the other side of a door. "Now bitches, slaves and subs, prepare to meet your Masters or Mistresses, Owners and Doms!" The door opened and a flood of sound chatter flooded through to meet us. 

It wasn't that different from a regular market to me. Well, not that different if I were a piece of meat on sale. I was more or less lightly man handled. One woman came back four times to run her fingers through my hair. On man physically grabbed my crotch. I let out a startled cry that shifted into soft breathy moans as he began stroking and kneading me through my pants. I think I had started to draw a small crowd before Luke shooed the man away, my hard on now terribly uncomfortable. After a while I heard the Boss coming over, talking to someone. 

"I think you'll like him, Zach." There was a pause as the person commented. "He's pretty smart I think, was correcting Luke's grammar today. Got a bit of spirit in him too, kicked Luke in the shins when he woke up. Calmest I've seen one when they wake up though, even comforted the bitch next to him. A looker too." They stopped in front of me, and this time I could hear the other's response.

"Gorgeous." I blushed. The man's voice was soft, but demanded attention. It was as if he expected the world to shut up and listen, because he wasn't going to shout. I imagined he would be a wonderful singer. He came closer to me. He was a lighter man, with long legs. "Can I see his eyes?" He apparent got a nod because he removed the blindfold. I clamped my eyes against the harsh lighting my eyes were unaccustomed to. I slowly peaked open my right eye to look at the man. I inhaled sharply and my eyes snapped open because the man before me was hot! Tall; with just enough muscle to be fit, gorgeous sapphire eyes and straight black hair that hung messily around and in his tan face. I couldn't help but glance at his cock, and he looked majorly hung. 

My bangs hung in my face, as I usually styled it, covering my left eye, while the rest was in a loose ponytail. He brushed my bangs aside before I realized what he was doing and he gasped. I clamped my eyes shut fiercely and blushed scarlet.

"It's red," he breathed.

"I'm not like half demon or something," I muttered. "It got cut when I was little and the iris filled with blood... I can't see out of it either." He remained silent for a moment, then I felt him pull my shirt up. I squeaked in surprise and watched him run a hand down my flat, pale chest. My heart rate picked up as he traveled further south. His mouth quirked into a slight smirk.

"I didn't do that." He stated, looking down at my raging boner. I blushed. 

"Um, no, a guy was kinda groping me a little earlier..." He chuckled. 

"Like this?" He asked, roughly grabbing my cock through my jeans. I, involuntarily, let out a low breathy moan.

"Something like that, sir..." I breathed out.

"So that's what that little crowd was from." The Boss chuckled. "But rules are no groping merchandise, Zach, so-" he genuinely seemed disappointed. Maybe he liked the sounds I was making. I'm certain Mr Baxter did, because he didn't stop, and I knew for certain as he cut the Boss off.

"He's not merchandise. I'm buying him."