8 comments/ 21500 views/ 8 favorites Taking Control: By His Rules By: CateJ It's amazing how easy it is to manipulate a woman. Sure, you can waste hours, days even, flattering a woman in the hope of getting her to do what you want. You can spend a fortune on flowers and jewellery, fancy dinners and vast amounts of alcohol but all that will ultimately lead to it her thinking you've done something wrong and are buying your guilt off with gifts. The trick to controlling women is simply to underestimate her. Tell her you really want her to do something but you honestly don't think she will. Dare her, push her to prove you wrong. Women love to think they are superior and nothing pisses them off more than being thought of as weak. They will literally do the most bizarre things just to prove they are better than you thought they were, better than you. Of course, they will eventually work out that they have been played, bested by a superior mind, but by then you've won. They will rage, cry, slap and moan and it's likely you'll never get another chance with them but women are like buses, you only have to wait 5 minutes for the next one and it will always be more vacant than the last. If you want to keep the same woman around for a while, it gets trickier but the strategy is still the same. Tell them you don't believe they have it in them and they will always prove you wrong. Unlocking the hotel room door and stepping inside, I quickly sized up my surroundings. Perfect. As requested, the large suite played hosted to a Kingsize four poster bed. Directly facing it, a huge flat screen tv and two squashy armchairs. The ensuite bathroom housed a shower so roomy it was technically a wet room. So far so good. Dropping my holdall on the bed, I quickly set about setting up the room. Some candles on each of the bed side tables lent an air of sensuality which did nothing for me, but would be appreciated by my guest. The mood was set by the laptop I hooked up to the tv, my specially created iTunes mix would provide the soundtrack. Opening the table drawers I added a box of condoms, several bottles of flavoured lube and three vibrators. Same process in the bathroom cabinet. Taking off my jacket and stashing it in the hidden wardrobe I was delighted to find the hotel favoured wooden coat hangers, one of the perks of upgrading from one of those awful chain hotels. Snagging two, I returned to the bed and took out the next batch of equipment. A quick glance around and I attached small cameras to the light fittings on the wall next to the tv, the bedside lamps and the headboard. A few keystrokes on my laptop and I was satisfied that I would be able to catch all of the forthcoming action. The monster shower had one of those storage shelves built up into the tile so it was the perfect place to position the video camera. Another check on the laptop and I had the perfect bird's eye view. The remaining items in my bag of tricks would wait so I slid it under one of the chairs and surveyed my handiwork. Not long to wait now. The knock on the door was tentative. I checked my watch, she was exactly on time which disappointed me slightly. They were always so eager to please that I sometimes felt unchallenged. Knowing that the next few hours held cheered me somewhat and I smiled to myself. Another quick check proved the cameras were rolling and everything was set. She knocked again, slightly harder this time, a mixture of nerves and irritation. Irritation was excellent, a pissed off woman is quicker to rattle. Walking to the door I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I knew what I expected and I knew what I hoped for. I had every faith that by sunrise I would have achieved both. The woman on the other side of the door had no idea what she was capable of and I was definitely the one to show her. She was shorter than I'd expected. A beige trenchcoat covered her from neck to knees, something of a cliché considering my "request" but it showed promise. Her dark brown hair was pulled back off her face in a high ponytail and her face was painted up like a war time pin up. I looked her up and down and stood aside to let her in. She seemed hesitant but one cock of my eyebrow and she entered the small corridor leading to the bedroom. She'd told me she had never done this before but they all say that. As I watched her wide eyed appraisal of the room I thought she may actually have been telling the truth. I walked past her and sat in the chair directly facing the bed. She motioned to follow but I raised my hand and she stopped. "Take it off" She blinked at me like I'd slapped her. I was beginning to regret my choice. "Take... it... off" Her hands fumbled with the tie on the coat and once again I sensed her hesitation. Shifting in the chair I sat forward, my elbows resting on my knees, my eyes never leaving her face. I gave her a nod and glanced at my watch. Tie loosened, she unbuttoned the coat and slowly opened it. She was biting her lower lip but to her credit, her eyes never left mine. She slid the coat off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Turn around" She slowly stepped away from the coat at her feet and did as she was told. I took in every detail of her appearance, shiny black stilettos which I was certain were bought just for tonight, sheer black hold up stockings - I hated hold ups, suspenders were the way to go, that little snap as you undid each clasp - delicious. A black thong pulled up so high on her hips I could see the lips of her cunt. As she turned I watched as the g string reappeared between her ass and was pleasantly surprised at her high round cheeks. I was glad I'd taken the wooden coat hangers, and even more glad that she'd given me a very good reason to use them. Her stomach was bare and her waist was a stark relief to the flare of her hips. Her tits were squeezed into a black push up bra which bared more than it covered. I was gratified to see that she hadn't lied about them, they were indeed her best feature. Her skin was pale and bare, no obvious piercings, no ink. Virgin skin. I held up my hand to stop her revolutions and saw the look of panic in her eyes. Virgin meat. "Very nice" She sagged slightly with relief "Although it's not what I'd asked you to wear, is it?" She blinked again and opened her mouth to say something I would find meaningless. I wasn't interested in what came out of her mouth, only what she'd let me put in it. "My question is rhetorical. There is nothing to say. You were given very clear instructions which you chose not to follow. This is not what I expected from you and I'm more than a little disappointed." Her head dipped slightly and I knew she was dying to talk back. She was nervous and I'd bet there was a large part of her that wanted to flee but she'd come this far and was desperate to see how this evening would turn out. She knew I'd fuck her, she knew she'd submit to me but the details were not for her to know. We'd met online at one of the numerous sites I used for this very purpose, to meet women I could fuck and fuck with. She was a newbie but her bio said she was looking for adventure, some no strings fun with someone more experienced than she. Her profile picture had been good and the emails we exchanged over the following days held just the right balance between friendly and flirty. I'm usually upfront about what I'm looking for because I don't want to waste my time on a woman looking for cuddles on the sofa. I'd sensed she was up for the challenge when our emails had wandered into sexual histories and she'd told me about her lacklustre sex life thus far. From there it had been easy to segue into fantasies and within days we'd arranged this meeting. I had insisted this was for one night only unless we mutually agreed to meet again, no ties, no involvement, just sex. I'd told her it would easier for us both if we included an element of role play and we'd agreed on what the evening may include. She had said she was willing to try anything which I knew was bravado but I was intrigued. It had been a while since I'd had someone I had to talk through the process and I'd enjoyed writing those emails, I imagined she had blushed when I told her I wanted to taste her cunt. "You told me you wanted me to fuck you. You said you wanted to play by my rules. You obviously haven't changed your mind otherwise you wouldn't be here. So, do you still want me to fuck you?" Again she opened her mouth to speak and I silenced her with my raised hand. She nodded slowly "You expect me to honour my promise to you when you haven't honoured your promise to me? Does that seem fair to you?" She shook her head and her ponytail swayed from side to side "Do you know why I'm angry with you?" She nodded but this time she lifted her gaze and looked me straight in the eyes "I told you I wanted you to wear a peephole bra because I wanted your nipples to rub against your coat on your way here. I wanted you to feel like a naughty little slut, wearing nothing but underwear under your coat as you took the tube here to meet me. I imagined you standing there in rush hour, pressed up against all those bodies and no one knowing that you were almost naked. Your nipples would be so hard they'd hurt you and your cunt would be so wet you'd be dripping. " She was trembling and I knew she was already there. I actually couldn't care less about the peephole bra but I specified it from time to time for the simple reason that most women didn't own one and it gave me an easy opener. "I'm sad you don't follow instructions. We could have had so much fun but I have to wonder that if you can't follow a simple instruction, you won't be able to do any of the other things I'd planned for us." This time her chin came up and I saw the fire in her gaze, so very easy indeed. "I should really send you home and forget this ever happened. You aren't up to what I had in store, which is such a shame as I was looking forward to tonight." I rose from my chair and stood directly in front of her, "Do you want me to send you home?" Her ponytail wagged from side to side like a dog's tail "Are you prepared to make it up to me?" Her chin practically bounced off her chest "While we're in this room you can't say no to me. Do you understand?" Again she nodded with more enthusiasm that I would have believed her capable of 5 minutes earlier "Turn around and brace your forearms on the bed. I want to watch that beautiful arse turn pink." She turned and did exactly as she was told. I picked up the coat hangers from underneath the chair and placed one in front of her hands and the other by her hip. My hands lightly gripped her waist and slowly stroked down to her cheeks rubbing them gently before moving down to the backs of her thighs. I massaged back up moving closer to her pussy and gently separating her arse cheeks before repeating the journey a couple more times. She was pressing back against me, her breathing loud in the quiet of the room. She was relaxing nicely and I could smell her arousal in the air. The first slap made her jump but she kept quiet. I ran my hand down her spine to settle her back into place and raised my other hand to slap her again. This one was harder than the first and I saw the faintest handprint on her arse. Her hands were now clenched around the coat hanger. Another minute of massaging and I slapped her again in quick succession, the breath hissing from my lungs. Her skin was turning pink now and I could feel the heat radiating from her. I gripped the top of her thong and pulled it tight, watching the fabric disappear into her pussy, she moaned softly as it rubbed against her and I stopped immediately. She bent her head and tried to remain still, "It's okay if you want to make noise," I leant over her back until my mouth was by her ear, I purposely pressed my semi against her, letting her feel the rough denim of my jeans against her tender skin. "You can make as much noise as you like. You just can't tell me to stop." She gave a little sob then and I leant back, still pulling her thong tight against her cunt. She was rocking gently, obviously trying to use the tension to rub against her clit. I slapped her again and in one movement pulled her ponytail so her head was thrown back and I ripped the thong from her body. She moaned then, a combination of pleasure and pain and I felt myself harden. I pressed against her once more and tugged her hair, pulling her back against my cock. "You like it when I spank you, don't you?" I felt her agreement in the slackening of her hair. I smiled to myself, they all did. A little light spanking did wonders for a woman, made her feel brave and kinky. Take a switch to their arses and it was a different story altogether. "I wish you could see how beautiful you look. Your arse is almost as pink as your cunt." She pushed back against me again and I tugged her hair again pulling her head back as far as I could without hurting her. I leant over and licked the shell of her ear, "I'm going to spank you again. But I'm not going to use my hands. If you're a good little slut I'll suck on your clit when I'm finished. Are you ready?" She tried to nod but I had her head immobilised. I balled up her thong in my hand and pushed it gently between her opened lips, "I want you to taste your pussy, and know that soon I will be as well." Her groan echoed in the room and I released my grip on her hair, gently pushing her head back down to rest on the bed. I ran my hands down her spine and held her hips, pressing my cock against her for a few seconds. I urged her legs as wide as I needed and released her, stepping back to give the hidden cameras full access to her gleaming pussy. She was bare down there, another of my instructions and I crouched down to blow lightly of the exposed flesh. I saw her legs buckle slightly and straightened, reaching for the coat hanger. "Soon. I'll taste you soon." I lifted the hanger and brought it down hard on her left buttock. The smack of wood against skin was a dull counterpoint to her muffled shriek. I knew the shock would cause her to bite down and she was currently tasting her juices. Counting to ten I raised the hanger and struck her right buttock, her cry was lesser this time as her body absorbed the blows. I struck her again, and again counted to 10 to allow the pain to transition into warmth. By the third round of blows she was arching up into the strokes, her buttocks now red with tension. She would bear the bruises for several days but the pain would take her mind off of the fact that her emails to me would go unanswered. I had already decided I would have no more use for her after tonight but I had enough pride to make sure it was memorable for both of us. I placed the hanger back on the bed and gripped her arse tightly making her yelp in pain. I massaged her cheeks with more pressure than before, using my thumbs to part her cheeks. Had I felt benevolent I might have bent and licked the tiny pucker of her arsehole, which would have sent her into orbit. This wasn't about her. I spread her arse cheeks as far as I could and thrust my denim clad erection against her, grinding against her wetness. I wore button fly jeans on purpose, knowing the cold metal would feel uncomfortable against her slit and loving that she was unable to tell me to stop. Her moans were getting louder and she was close to orgasm. I pulled back and rearranged myself, feeling her wetness on the denim. I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see that I'd been playing with her for nearly 30 minutes. I leant over her again and pressed her body down into the mattress. Her hands still gripped the hanger and her breathing remained harsh. I shifted slightly and slid my hands underneath her stomach and up over her breasts, she sobbed as my hands rubbed over her nipples and I pulled the cups down roughly, baring them. The weight of our combined bodies made it difficult for me to do more than pinch her nipples but judging from her sighs and the way she was trying to grind her pelvis against the foot of the bed, I figured it was enough. "I think I'm ready to fuck you now." Standing up, I squeezed her tits one last time and slid my hand down to her cunt which was now dripping arousal down her thighs. With no preamble I thrust two fingers inside her and felt her muscles tighten around me. Her body bucked and I pushed deeper, twisting my fingers as I pulled out. Twice more I plunged knuckle deep into her pussy, scissoring my fingers as I thrust. My hand was slick with her and I pulled free and clamped it over her cunt. I squeezed her, my thumb pushing inside her and my fingers rubbing circles on her clit, changing directions every few seconds. She was rocking forcefully against my hand and I could see her hands were cupping her tits, either for stimulus or to stop them rubbing against the starched sheets. I slipped my free hand between her body and the bed and pulled gently on her pussy, baring her nub to my fingers. With my other hand I pushed three fingers inside her and began fucking her hard and fast. I felt the burst of cream coat my hand and absorbed the rhythmic sounds of my fingers pumping her slick cunt. She was sobbing now, so close to the edge I almost let her cum but she couldn't. I could feel the pulsing of her pussy against my fingers and each time she got close I changed the pressure, easing off and drawing her back in. Her slit was so tight that I had to use all my strength to withdraw my fingers and each time I stroked her clit her back arched. Her entire body glistened with sweat and her breathing hitched in her throat. I decided I'd let her cum and I told her so, "Your cunt feels so good, so tight and juicy. You are such a greedy bitch I can't wait to get my cock in you. I want to see if your pussy can take it all you're so tight, I want to fuck you just like this, from behind like a whore." Her cries told me she wanted the same thing. I withdrew my hands and settled them on my fly. "I'm going to fuck you raw and you're going to cream all over my cock. And I'm going to keep fucking you till I've had enough of your tight greedy cunt and I'll flip you over and cum all over your face." She arched her back and mewled in anticipation, begging me with her body to fuck her as hard as I'd promised. Wanting to be treated like the whore I'd called her and willing to do absolutely anything to make that happen. I flicked my finger over her clit and watched her shudder. Right on time, there was a knock at the door. It took her a moment to register the sound, she was so focused on bracing her body ready for my cock. Her thighs trembled and her slit glistened invitingly, her legs now spread so wide I could see just how open she was. I thought of the contents of the bag beneath the chair and smiled. She would be filled soon enough. I knew the second she realised we were being interrupted, her head twitched towards the door and she took a deep breath before remembering she had to remain silent. Her hips rolled with the tension of remaining so close to the brink and I almost felt sorry for her, to want something so badly and not be able to have it was painful. "I wonder who that could be... Did you tell anyone you were coming here?" I purposely injected as much meaning as possible to the words coming. She shook her head vehemently and choked back a sob. "Then we should see exactly who's interrupting us so we can get back to business. I want to bury myself inside that pretty pink cunt and feel you gush all over my cock." She threw back her head and practically purred her desire. Her hips rocked and her entire body appeared to hum with need. I moved towards the door and turned to her, "I want you to stay exactly as you are. Do... not.. move. I want whoever is at the door to see you braced against the bed, tits heavy, legs spread. You look so fuckin' hot right now, I want them to see you too." Taking Control: By His Rules She blinked, my praise rippling through her lust addled brain. She nodded and her breasts swayed causing her nipples to brush the sheets. Her eyes almost crossed and I turned back to the door. My hand paused on the handle and I took another look back at the bed. Not only was she in complete view of the door way but also to the cameras. This was definitely going to be one for the spank bank. Opening the door wide, I smiled broadly at my new guest. She smiled back, a sly smile that told me she thought she was doing me a favour for crossing the threshold. Stepping inside, she began unbuttoning her coat, tossing it onto the floor, obviously in a hurry to get started. "At least this place is nicer than the last one you arranged. I don't think I could have... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???!!" Shutting the door, I leant back against it nonchalantly, crossing my arms across my chest. Inviting her was a risk but of all the women in my acquaintance, she was by far the most arrogant and therefore the most fun to play with. "Don't you recognise the scene when it's not you in the middle of it?" She whirled towards me on clear stripper heels which I loved. Her eyes were wild but I thought I caught a flash of something other than rage. Interest maybe? "I did not come all this way to be anything over than the main attraction! How fucking dare you!! I am not some whore you can order like a takeaway! I deserve better than this you fucking prick!" She was so close I could feel her breath on my face. She was so much sexier to me when she was angry, something I would miss once tonight was over. We had met up 4 times previously and I had violated her in every way possible. Dressed, she looked completely respectable, all shiny black bob haircut and expensive clothes. Naked she was a pierced tattooed bitch on wheels, demanding, dominant and well, bossy as all hell. Our first meeting would have been our last had she not been in possession of the tightest cunt I'd ever encountered and a mouth watering pair of pierced nipples. One night of her vocal stylings had been enough so from then on I had insisted she wore a gag at all times. It worked. Unfortunately she was beginning to get clingy, texting me outside of the agreed hours, wanting to meet up for a drink or to hang out. I wasn't interested in anything she had to offer beyond the bedroom and I had done everything I wanted to do to her at least twice. Her time was up as far as I was concerned but I wanted to have some fun at her expense first. "You deserve whatever I chose to give you and you will fucking well like it. In fact, you are such a cock hungry slut that you will love it. Now either shut the fuck up and accept that you are here as my whore or take your shit and leave." I stalked past her back towards the bedroom, towards the peace and quiet of my other playmate who was watching the whole conversation in eager anticipation. I smiled at her now, wanting her to see that I hadn't forgotten her. She moaned softly and I reached out to stroke her hair. I don't know why I was surprised when my arm was snatched back and I was forcibly pulled away from the bed, "I refuse to be treated like this. And to think I ever let you fuck me, you disgust me, I fucking hate you!" It was instinct really, nothing more. I stood before her, allowing her a second to catch her breath and just before she started spewing forth anything else, I slapped her across the face. Harder than I had spanked the other girls arse, hard enough to send her half way across the room. She slumped against the wardrobe and sank to the floor. She clutched her cheek in both hands, her now watering eyes locked on mine. She flinched as I descended on her, stopping inches from her face. "You begged me to fuck you sweetheart. Begged and pleaded with me to put my cock in your pussy, your mouth, your arse, so don't play the victim now. You wanted me inside you so badly that you were more than willing to agree to everything I suggested and then some. I gave you what you wanted, what you needed and you fucking loved it. So," I leaned in closer now, almost nose to nose, "you either shut up and get in the game or get the hell out of here and leave us in peace." She whimpered as I stood and glared at me as I returned to the foot of the bed. I returned her gaze as my hands caressed the still pink globes of our voyeurs ass, sliding my fingers down to her weeping gash and penetrating her with two fingers, "You are such a good girl, I'm sorry you had to see that display. You would never behave like that would you?" From the tension in her body I knew that watching us had kept on her on the edge the whole time. Like most women she got off on the language I'd used and was loving feeling like the favoured woman in this particular set up. She shook her head and rocked back against my fingers, trying to take me deeper. I flexed my fingers inside her pussy and curled them inwards, hovering against the fleshy pad of her g spot, my eyes still locked on the woman on the floor. "No, you would never talk to me like that. You are such a good little bitch. You've been so patient, so quiet. You deserve a reward my sweet." Licking my lips, I pressed hard against her and felt her inner muscles clamp around my fingers. Her back bowed with such force I momentarily thought I'd hurt her but then I felt the flood of liquid coat my hand and heard her deep moan of satisfaction as she came. Her forehead braced on her hands as her fanny convulsed around me, her hips pushing back to keep my fingers locked inside her. Her entire body seemed to flush and she groaned as I began to thrust my hand in and out of her pulsing hole, fucking her with increasing speed and pressure. "Oh yes, you dirty, dirty bitch! Feels like you're pissing all over my hand... Slut!" Turning my full attention to her now, I slid my free hand underneath her and rolled her clit between my fingers. She was still spasming hard around my fingers and my hand was dripping with her juices. The stimulation to her clit sent her screaming into another orgasm and her legs gave way beneath her, her stomach buffering the end of the bed. I bent slightly to keep my fingers pumping in and out of her pulsing cunt and gently rubbed small circles around the hood of her clit, aware that any more stimulus may tip her over the edge of pleasure into pain. Her moans and sobs filled the room and I stopped torturing her nub, it took me a while to discern a second voice moaning and hissing. Looking up I saw my bossy bitch plundering her own pussy, her fingers buried in her tiny red panties. Her eyelids were flickering and I could almost feel the vicelike clamp of her slit as if it were my cock thrusting into her and not her fingers. My breath was hissing out of my throat with the effort to hold off and she fluttered her eyes open and brazenly slid her hand from her snatch and into her mouth. She stared me down as she sucked her fingers clean, slowly inserting each digit into her mouth and laving it with her tongue. The faint imprint of my hand, pink on her cheek, adding another dimension to her virtual blow job. Still pumping into the soaking wet pussy beneath me, I turned to her, "So I take it you want to stay then? You want to play with us?" She nodded, the action pushing her finger deeper into her mouth. "Are you prepared to do what I tell you?" Again she nodded and sucked and all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears and the slick friction of fingers in wet mouths and even wetter cunts. "Come here then baby. Let me make it up to you." She rose to her knees then and slowly crawling across the room, swaying her hips like a wild animal. She was slim and her figure was bordering on boyish but the sight of her crawling towards me, red high cut knickers biting into her hips and a red lacy balconet bra cradling her ripe firm tits, I thought she looked incredible. Reaching me, she pulled her finger from her mouth with a pop and slid her hands to my crotch, rubbing me through the taut denim. "I'm sorry" She rubbed her cheek against my cock like a cat, letting me feel the ridge of her nose and then the warmth from her mouth, I moved my hand to her hair and pressed her hard against my straining erection. She hummed and opened her lips, running her mouth up the thick ridge of straining flesh. "Sorry... for... what... exactly?" Her hands were at my fly now, unbuttoning me slowly and pressing her lips to each inch of cock she exposed, "I'm sorry I made you slap me. I deserved it though, you were right. I can't get enough of your cock." Springing free from the constrictive denim, she capped me and swirled her tongue around my head, pointing her tongue and licking the fluid from the tip. She hummed again and took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me. I knew from experience that she sucked like a dyson and as great as it was I had no intention of letting her finish me yet. I pushed her away gently and she pouted sulkily, her hands caressing my cock firmly. She leant forward and lapped at the crown, quick flicks of her tongue as she began fucking me in a hand over hand motion which she knew I loved. Almost imperceptivity my hips began pushing towards her, my body wanting to thrust balls deep into her silky throat. She gripped me firmly at the root and opened her mouth wider to take me so deeply I hit the back of her throat. The sensation was so awesome, I almost forgot about the exhausted woman on the bed, my fingers now pruny from delving into her sopping hole. My cock was enveloped in her warm wet mouth as she withdrew, the sliding sensation of her tongue against the vein on the underside of my dick was heaven. She softened her lips and slid down again, moving her fingers to my taint rubbing tiny circles with her fingernails. I was ready to shoot my cum all over her face at a single touch and it took all my strength of will to stop. She gently bared her teeth and grazed the tip as I withdrew and I bit down on my lip to stop myself ramming her face once more. The three of us were all breathing heavily, each of us at varying stages of gratification. I knew I could take another few hours without shooting my load and I still hadn't decided which of them would get the honour. Actually I wasn't sure if either of them would but it had the potential to be a total splat fest. I'd held off from wanking for 3 days in preparation and my balls were slowly turning blue. I wanted to see how long I could last, wanted to see if either of them could inspire me as much as my own sick imagination. I doubted it, but I was more than willing to try. I bent my head and licked a bead of sweat from my cock sucking whore's forehead. She nuzzled against me and lifted her face, in search of a kiss. This was why she had to go, I'd happily kiss any other part of her anatomy, and had spent over an hour once, tonguing and plundering her cunt until she blacked out. But I resolutely refused to kiss any of them on the mouth. That implied intimacy and that wasn't my thing at all. "You want a kiss?" She nodded and I saw the hope flash in her eyes, "I'd love to see the two of you kissing, that would make me so hard watching the pair of you rubbing your tits against each other and sucking each other's tongues. So sexy and fuckin hot" I heard a moan from the direction of the bed and my cock twitched at her enthusiasm. I had wrung her out but she was still breathing. The slut at my feet seemed less enthusiastic which emboldened the idea in my brain. "Oh yeah, I want to sit here and watch the both of you naked on the bed, stroking each other and kissing. Slowly at first, like nervous schoolgirls practising kissing for the first time." The image ran through my brain, little kilts, white knee sock and shirts with ties, next time man, definitely next time. "I want to watch you tease each other's nipples with your fingers, finding out what you like. Soft gentle strokes maybe, does it feel good when she pinches your tits and bites your nipples? I want to see which one of you goes for the pussy first. Which one of you has to have the first taste. I'll be pumping my cock watching you both sucking each other's clits. Watching you fuck each other, watching you cum. And when you do, I'll fuck you both." The moans from the bed were increasing and I could see she had slipped her hand between her legs and was rubbing herself. I'd either tapped into a fantasy or she'd done this before, either way she was on board. Moving closer to her I ran my palms up the back of legs and gently parted her thighs baring her cunt to the cool air. I looked down at my noisy girl and beckoned her to look it, at the fingers streaking ever faster across her clit. I registered the look of fear and interest on her face and took my cock in hand, roughly pulling up the length as I spoke, "Look how pretty her cunt is. See how pink and wet she's gotten from hearing you suck me off. You've made her so horny she can't stop herself. You've made me hard and her wet you filthy whore." Her eyes were wide and her lips formed such a perfect O I was sorely tempted to ram home once more, but I staved the urge, opting instead to gently tap her bottom lip with the head of my knob. She tried to close her lips around me but she wasn't quick enough, I increased the pressure of my hand until I was hitting her face with my erection, leaving dots of fluid on her cheeks. Her eyes closed and she inhaled my scent, filling her lungs with it. Bingo, I bent my head to her ear, "I will choke you with my cock and fill your throat with jizz until you gag my little bitch," she hummed in anticipation, bitch really did love my cock, "I will face fuck you until you are blind to anything but me, until you cum all over this lovely carpet. I will do this for you if you do one little thing for me." Her eyes opened halfway, she was already imagining me spurting across her tongue, "Anything, " her hands lifted towards my erection but I pushed them away, "Absolutely anything you want." "Eat her out." As I'd expected she was not happy. In fact I had to stifle the laugh brewing in my chest at exactly how not happy she was. I'd found her on another website, this one targeted towards people like us, people who wanted to fuck hard and nasty. Her profile had caught my eye almost immediately, from her blatantly photoshopped but still cock stirring profile picture to her fetish loving bio. Instead of listing her likes and dislikes, she had written everything she had even done and frankly, I'd learned a few things myself reading it! I'd emailed her that night, a simple declaration of intent, "I'm going to piss all over your face." An hour later we were booked in to a bargain hotel near the motorway and she was kneeling in the tiny shower cubicle, fully dressed, her hair and face dripping wet with my urine. That had been pretty epic despite the difficulties of trying to pee whilst sporting a hard on, but I love a challenge. She'd licked me clean and sucked me off until I was fully hard, naturally expecting me to use it to get her off too. Looking down at her bedraggled appearance and feeling insanely pleased with myself, I had pumped my dick and given her a facial. Like I said, I like to set the tone early on to avoid disappointments later. The rest of that first night had been fairly vanilla as neither of us had brought anything with us, but despite her constant bitching and moaning I knew we'd see each other again. A woman who lets a complete stranger piss in to her open mouth is not one to cast aside in a hurry. We'd emailed back and forth and arranged another hook up and we'd clearly stated how far we were willing to go. She'd shocked me when she'd ruled out girl on girl almost immediately. She said she was uncomfortable eating pussy, some shit about being freaked out by the texture. The beauty of email is no one can hear you laugh, she'd bragged about her spit roast experience and that she'd fucked 4 men in one night but seemed repelled by cunt. The idea was borne immediately but I knew I'd have to save it for our grand finale. I'd used and abused her to my full extent and she was no longer worth my time, and as for her wanting to take this out into the real world... "I know you say you don't like it baby but I would die if I couldn't bury my face in your perfect little cunt and I would hate for you not to feel what I feel when I'm eating you." I could almost hear the cogs whirring in her head, time to bring out the big guns. I crouched before her and cupped her face in my hands. "You suck my cock better than anyone else I've ever fucked. Your mouth so incredible I could cum just thinking about it. I want you so badly right now but I just know that if I watched you go down on her I'd get harder, so hard you wouldn't be able to walk away from me." Her eyes welled and she glanced over to the bed. To her ears, I was telling her I wanted her; that I cared. Sure, she wouldn't be able to walk but I'd have no trouble stepping over her limp sated body and leaving. It's all just a matter of interpretation. She was trembling, her eyes drifting back to the feast that lay between her and the fuck she needed so badly. "I'd really love you to do this for me, " Love is a hot button word guaranteed to make a woman do anything you ask, "I've never seen two women together before up close and definitely no woman as fucking sexy as you," Lies on both counts but flattery is an excellent bargaining tool. "I want to share this with you so much... but if you don't think you can do this for me..." Her face paled and the panic in her eyes should have made me feel more than a little guilty. It didn't. I stroked my hands down her neck and ran my fingers slowly down her arms down her arms. As I reached her hands I pulled back and looked away from her, exhaling deeply for effect. "Kiss me... please" A single tear spilled from her lashes and I smiled at her before cupping the back of her head and pulling her towards me, my lips hard as I licked the inside of her mouth. Her entire body seemed to sag into me and I felt disturbed that such a dominant woman could become so pliable with a few platitudes and a kiss. Her hands clawed up my t shirt as she tried to change the angle of the kiss and I pulled back, almost breathless in anticipation of her capitulation. Licking her bottom lip I stood and pulled my shirt off over my head, "Oh yeah, such a great mouth." She seemed to hold her breath as I walked to the bed and stroked the buttocks of the prone figure laying there. She turned to me over her shoulder and I held out my hand, inviting her to stand before me. Running my hands over her ass I gestured to the woman at my feet , "Would you like to feel that mouth on you?" She followed my gaze and took her first proper look at her new best friend. Turning to me, she nodded. "Excellent. Have you ever had a woman go down on you before?" She shook her head and a flush caught on her chest "But you've always wanted to try it you dirty little girl. This will be a night of firsts for all of us." I motioned for both women to join me and kissed each of them leisurely on the mouth, enjoying the fact that they were each wary and jealous of each other. "I'm going to sit here and I want you to inspire me. I'm going to stroke my cock and watch my two best whores fuck each other. I can't wait to see which one of you takes the lead... and then I'm going to fuck the living shit out of both of you." I kissed them both again and gently pushed them towards each other until they were face to face. Stepping around them, I stepped to the chair and made myself comfortable. A couple of clicks on the laptop and the opening strains of Massive Attack's 'Teardrop' filled the room. They both turned to me, hesitation and fear written on their faces, Taking Control: By His Rules "Inspire me" They stood there blindly for a few seconds waiting for my direction but none came. I merely raised my eyebrow and settled further into the chair resting my forearms on my thighs. I was hidden from the cameras filming and I fully intended to stay there until they had both so absorbed with other that they'd forgotten I was there. Like almost all men, watching two women go full on lez was up there in the fantasy stakes but knowing that this was an unknown experience for one of them and feared by the other made it even better. Ideally I would have preferred them both to have much bigger tits and for at least one of them to have long bright red hair like Bianca Beauchamp but this would work fine. I didn't have particularly high hopes that it would be any good, they'd be all shy and fumbling like the virgins they were, there would be no hair pulling, spitting or double headed dildo fucking here. That would have to wait for another night and another pair of girls, something I planned on arranging as soon as possible. Just thinking about it made my balls hitch and I really had to focus on the women before me. They were watching me but I was pleased to see that my newbie was gently rubbing her own tit through her bra, "I'm waiting" The vocals kicked in and in tandem they leaned into each other, kissing tentatively for several minutes. Blatantly getting into it she released her breast and ran her hands up the other woman's back, pulling her closer so their tits were mashed against each other. The motion caused a slight stumble and she took the opportunity to slide her thigh between her open legs. The answering moan was almost inaudible above the slowly thumping bass but it was there. It triggered something in both of them and they began kissing in earnest, mouths open, tongues probing, pelvises grinding against each other. "Get on the bed" They parted, somewhat reluctantly, and the brunette turned and crawled up onto the mattress, her motions so slow and deliberate that I knew she had watched a fair amount of porn. She looked back at her kissing partner and spread her knees wider, rocking back to fully expose her glistening slit to both of us. I wanted to laugh at the cliché of it all but couldn't. This one was definitely more interesting than I had given her credit for. She turned on the bed and sat back on her knees, stroking her fingers up her stomach and pulling the bra cups down to expose her deep pink nipples. Holding my gaze she began to pull them, stretching them between her fingers. Hypnotised we both watched as she cupped her breast and lifted it to her mouth catching the distended tip between her teeth and gently biting down. It was impossible to tell which us moaned loudest. In seconds she was joined on the bed by my soon to be ex who wasted no time taking the other nipple between her teeth eliciting a deeper moan from both of them. The bra was discarded and her tits were thrust eagerly towards her open mouth. So much for not being into girls. She sucked each globe exactly as she liked it done to her, open mouthed drawing as much as possible into her warmth, pulling back slowly, teeth bared to scrape the ultra sensitive nipple before clamping down and pulling it hard before releasing it. She repeated the motion on the other tit, squeezing the heavy flesh and sucking like a starving newborn. The music segued into Moby's 'Inside' and the pulsing beat matched the rhythmic sucking and deep breathing before me. A languid sigh escaped her as her nipple was released with a wet pop and she swiped her tongue up her collarbone and neck before plunging into her mouth for an aggressive kiss. Obviously hungry to return the favour she grasped the straps of the red bra and pulled them down, her gasp of surprise at revealing pierced nipples audible. For a second she just stared at them, her hands still on the other woman's arms and then she went crazy licking and stroking, sucking the tiny rings between her lips and pulling the nipple taut and stretching the whole tit. She twisted the other ring with her fingers, sliding the tip of her little finger though the ring and scraping the nipple as she pulled and tweaked. Her genuine enthusiasm made my cock twitch and her ministrations were having a similar effect on the bed, both women seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat and were bucking, desperately trying to find some relief. Never patient, my black haired bitch thrust her breast further into the brunette's eager mouth and slid her hand into her knickers, moaning loudly as the twin sensations reverberated through her body. With her eyes closed and her head thrown back she never even noticed me get up and almost choked in shock when I pulled her hand from her cunt and twisted it behind her back. She was perched close enough to the edge of the bed for her to feel my cock pressed against her arse and overcoming her surprise, she wriggled hopefully against me, gripping me between her cheeks. Increasing the grip on her arm I peeled her dripping panties down to her knees and adjusted myself so my dick slid between the spread lips of her wet pussy, rocking my hips just enough to catch her engorged clit with the blunt tip. She tensed against me, arching her back and pushing down to create more friction. The change of position pulled her tit out of the brunette's mouth and pressed her head back into the crook of my neck. I slammed my hips a few times to give her clit the stimulation she so desperately wanted and bit down on her exposed earlobe. She whimpered and clutched her own tit, tugging on the ring in tandem with my thrusts, "You fucking greedy slut, fingering yourself while you have your tits sucked. You want it all don't you, you are gagging for it, aren't you?" She mewed and tried to turn her face towards mine but was locked in position by my hold on her. She pistoned her hips and tried to close her thighs to trap my cock but was spread too wide to do anything other than take whatever relief I chose to give her. Not satisfied with that she abandoned her nipple and sought out her clit, rubbing her fingertips over my cock as she did. I pushed her face first towards the mattress, twisting her other arm behind her and holding them both I pressed home in one hard stroke. Her shriek of pain swept over me and I withdrew to the tip and rammed into her again. Her arms were taut where I had them pinned behind her but I knew from experience that she could take it. The brunette knelt like a statue before us, torn between horror at the swift turnaround of events and envy at my assault on a cunt that wasn't hers. I held her gaze as I withdrew and buried myself to the hilt once again, drawing groans from both of them. "Pass me that bag" She climbed down and gingerly pulled the holdall from beneath the chair, dropping in on the mattress. "Open it, it won't bite." She grinned and unzipped it, cautiously peeking at the array of toys inside. I kept my rhythm going as I reached into the bag and pulled out first the handcuffs and then the latex bindings. A further sweep on the bag and my fingers found the item I was looking for. As if by plan "Inside" by Nine Inch Nails started and I took great pleasure removing the posture collar and chain as Trent Reznor sang "You let me violate you". The brunette stared at the seemingly innocuous item and watched as I wrapped the collar around my bitches bound wrists and tightened them. The feminine growl as I pulled the strap tight coincided with another thrust of my cock and I felt her pussy clench around me. It took 30 seconds to wrap the chain back around the bed post and fit the posture collar around her exposed throat and a further 30 for her to realise what I'd done. Her cunt rippled around me as she tried to lean forward and was hindered by both the structure of the collar and the tension from the chain. Of all the women I'd ever fucked she was the only one who truly enjoyed restraints, mainly because she was lazy and loved being rendered nothing more than a series of holes to plunder. Sometimes that's enough but tonight I wanted some audience participation. Pushing her head down into the mattress with enough force to cause her a hint of pain I rocked into her again and crooked a finger at the brunette. Wary as all hell, she gingerly crawled towards me on her knees and paused, her hairless pussy brushing against the crown of the other woman's head. Grinning I beckoned her further as "I want to fuck you like an animal" echoed around the room. Seriously, the best fucking song in the world, it's like an instruction manual. She edged closer, spreading her thighs as she straddled the back of my submissive's neck. I dropped my hand and thrust again, increasing my speed but shortening my strokes, just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to send her over it. The chain was taut as she tried to press back against me but couldn't, trapped now as she was by thighs slick with cum. Leaning forward I slapped the brunette's tits and tightened as she hissed with pleasure, pushing down against the body beneath her and rubbing her pussy against the top of her spine. The contact on her clit wasn't enough and she leant forward, her arms braced either side of the other woman's arse. Her face was inches from where my cock tormented her cunt and the urge to withdraw and fuck her open mouth was too good to pass up. The groan as I left one warm tight hole merged with the moan as I entered another and I had to take a second to adjust my pace so I didn't fuck her mouth with the same rhythm. As it was the brunette gagged as I hit the back of her throat, the sensation of her teeth rasping against my cock causing a shiver. I thrust again and this time she was prepared. She still gagged but her lips were now locked around me. I fucked her mouth for a minute with shallow strokes and withdrew, hammering into the dripping slit beneath it with force. The air was thick with the smell of cunt and I closed my eyes, focusing on the sounds of wet flesh and the pussy gripping my dick like a velvet fist. Immobilised as she was, her inner muscles sucked me deep, trying to keep me inside her. She was slick with cream now, a few more strokes and she would gush all over me. She cried as her orgasm built and tensed with enough strength to bump the woman sitting astride her forward. Her mouth brushed my stomach and as I pulled out, she fell on me, sucking my crown and licking me with ferocity, her rhythm in tune with the rocking of her pelvis. Unwilling to stop, I pumped into her, fucking her face with absolutely no regard for anyone other than myself. My fingers gripped her ponytail as I held her head steady and pounded into her, her muffled groans of pleasure and discomfort causing my balls to harden and the tell tale tingling to flourish at the base of my spine. I sucked in a deep breath and pulled out, slick with her saliva and strode back to the chair, grateful to slump down into its support. Another gulp of air and my vision cleared enough to fully appreciate the vision before me, the brunette had crawled back and straddled the face of the other woman who was eagerly plundering her gaping cunt with her tongue. Both were breathing heavily and glistening with sweat, their bodies undulating with need. So caught up in the moment that neither noticed me rebutton my fly, disconnect the laptop and pull my t shirt over my head. So lost in experiences I'd given them to see me rise from the chair, remove my coat from the wardrobe and pick the holdall of the bed. Pausing at the doorway I watched as the brunette screamed out her orgasm, her body shaking in response. I stood silently as she clambered underneath the chained body of Miss I-don't-do-pussy and buried her face in her pulsing cunt. I turned the door handle and left them to it, walking the few yards down the hall to the adjoining room. Identical to the last one, I once again dropped the bag and coat on the bed and set the laptop on the table, powering it up to continue my viewing. I was gratified to see the brunette opening one of the bed side drawers and pulling a large blue vibrator, her partner obviously recovered enough to remember my habit of leaving toys laying around. I picked up the laptop and crawled onto the bed, placing it next to me. I stretched, my body tense but pleasurably so. My cock rubbed against my fly and I absentmindedly adjusted myself, the denim still damp from their juices. My 5 wireless mini cams rolled as the brunette pulled the vibe from her mouth and began pressing it ever so gently against the other woman's puckered arse hole. The volume was high enough to hear her hisses of pleasure as she guided the brunette into the art of sodomy, "He loves this, he'll be so hard when he gets out the bathroom he'll fuck us for hours" The brunette giggled and pushed harder, her eager fingers reaching around to massage her pouting nipples earning her a deep moan of satisfaction. "Oh god, I hope so. I never knew sex could be like this, I honestly had no idea I could be this aroused for this long." The chain tightened as the dildo filled her, her breath patching as she clenched around it. "Oh honey, you have no idea. The things that man can do, it's practically illegal. One time he left me chained to a door for two hours while he went out. Couldn't do anything other than stand there waiting. I wanted to kill him for leaving me like that. But when he got back," she shivered in remembrance, "he fucked me so hard I blacked out, I literally passed out with pleasure." The brunette's giggles turned to gasps as her imagination took hold. I watched as she glanced at the bathroom door, "How long do you think he'll stay in there?" She shrugged, the action drawing the vibrator deeper into her arse, "Who knows, but I guarantee you neither of us will be able to walk properly tomorrow. Meeting him changed my life, he'll do the same for you. Are there any now vibes in there? I need something in my cunt." The brunette pulled the remaining dildos out and held them in front of her face, "Oooo, fuck me with the black one! Better yet, untie my hands and we can both play!" The brunette hurriedly set about undoing the restraints and I muted the laptop as their squeals and sighs filled the room. One woman in search of a sexual adventure she thought had passed her by and another so seemingly adventurous yet caught up in a web of lies about herself. Sometimes it takes an outsider to show you the way, it's like my gift to the world, As I watched them so hungry for my cock they were willing to fuck themselves with plastic I once again thought of how easy women were to handle. Flatter them , fuck them, underestimate them and give them what they never even knew they wanted. Easy really, well at least they were to me. Not all men understood them, hell, most men will drift through life perpetually under the thumb, unable or unwilling to take control. Men like my soon to be ex business partner, a man so vicious in business that he's willing to bankrupt me to save his reputation, to lie and manipulate to pass his misdemeanours over to me and potentially land me in prison because of it. A man whose mistress and daughter were currently writhing around on a hotel bed, faces wet with each other's cum, fucking each other with vibrators made from cast moulds of my dick. Men generally don't have any other areas of weakness other than the women in their lives and I knew that one day, my gift to the world would end up reciprocating. Grinning I leant over and ordered room service, nothing quite like dinner and a show, especially when it's someone else getting just desserts.