13 comments/ 16614 views/ 4 favorites Penny's Tales - Story 01 By: _penny_ -- This is my first submission. As real life tends to be stranger and more exciting than fiction, this is one of many stories I want to tell about encounters and experiences I've had. I won't be writing these in any kind of chronological order which will hopefully mean no one will recognise me. However, if I do seem familiar, then please drop a note to say hi. I've changed names and places to protect those involved, and I'm a little fuzzy on a few of the minor details, such as exact wording of conversations. This is not a nice tale of soft BDSM where the Dom realises the error of His ways and lets His sub top from the bottom. What happened to me was dark and violent, and I was only just eighteen. Be careful what you wish for, little ones. -- I was spitting venom as I applied my lipstick - dark, bloody red to match my mood. There was a reason I was born with green eyes and He had ignited the beast within me. I'd sat like a good little submissive, sobbing uncontrollably but always saying 'yes, Master'. Ryan explained that He was going away for a weekend to spend time with another submissive. I wasn't crying any more though, I told myself as my bottom lip quivered. I was going out clubbing with some friends and I would show Him that He was lucky to have me. One last look in the mirror confirmed I was the perfect little gothic princess - naturally dark chocolate hair pulled up into pigtails of ringlets, corset top pushing my small breasts up under my chin, scandalously short skirt showing off the tops of my trademark white stockings, striped knee-high socks and killer heels. I'd show Him, and myself, and everyone. I was meeting Tom at the club, but I needed to pick up my second chaperone for the evening. Keegan was one of Ryan's closest friends and he'd been assigned the task of ensuring I didn't get into any trouble that night. I didn't mind too much, I liked Keegan a lot. He was much older than me, in his late thirties, short and stocky, heavily muscled, with a flaming ginger mohawk and tattoos from behind his ears down to his ankles - he was the polar opposite to my young, slender, dark haired Master. While Ryan was calm and quiet, His best friend was brash and loud, known for his violent temper and sudden outbursts, but to the girls in our group he was like a cuddly teddy with endless patience. I pulled up outside Keegan's house and tapped the horn. He was soon piling in my metro, filling the little car with swearing and a thick Sheffield accent. A few moments were spent in a signature Keegan big ginger bear hug and rolling two slender cigarettes - mine with a menthol filter - before we sped off into the dusky summer evening. Keegan flipped through my CD collection as we flew up the slip road onto the dual carriageway. 'So, Ryan went off to see Ellie then,' he said out of the corner of his mouth not occupied with rollie. 'Yup,' I spat, 'fucked off until midday tomorrow.' I blushed and glanced over at him, embarrassed at my outburst. 'I mean, it's not like He's mine or anything, I've got no say, it's up to Him.' 'He's a wanker,' Keegan slid a Throwdown album into the CD player and reclined his seat back further. 'No, He's not, it's not like that between us,' I trailed off. 'I know exactly what it's like between you two, Penny.' He had his head tilted towards the window and watched me from the corners of his eyes, 'Ryan isn't exactly discreet about what goes on.' I really did blush then. 'In that case, you know what I want,' I retorted. 'Sure do,' he smiled widely and pulled his feet to rest up on the dash, 'you want a night out to let your hair down. Tom and I will look after you, we'll have a great night and you'll forget your troubles.' I returned his infectious grin. 'Amen to that!' Tom was waiting at the club when we arrived. He was hard to miss with his plus-sized frame and impressively groomed goatee. I was swept off my feet for my second hug of the evening, Tom growling into my stomach. After the customary greetings we headed inside. The venue was dark, sticky and played just the right combination of our version of cheese; Limp Bizkit, Rage Against the Machine, Disturbed, some Blink 182. I had a lot of male attention to bolster my ego and Tom and Keegan were kept busy. It was like going out with body guards - whenever I was just starting to have fun grinding up against a bearded biker or a tattooed goth, the poor guy was inevitably whisked away by the collar and given a stern talking to. By about one in the morning, all of the interesting guys had been warded off and Tom, Keegan and I were outside chatting and smoking. Keegan took out his phone. 'Time to be heading home sugar.' 'Awwwwuh Uncle Kee, do we have to? It's really early.' I pleaded, pouting and twirling a pigtail around my fingers. 'Don't push it, Penny, else Ryan will tan your hide when he gets back.' Keegan's face was stern. I turned to Tom. 'Tom, Keegan is mean, you won't let him take me will you?' Tom laughed, 'If Kee says it's time to go, I think we'd better do as he says.' I stamped my feet but Tom and Keegan grabbed my hands and I started shuffling towards the car park. Keegan took my car keys out of his pocket and nudged me to the passenger side. 'I'm driving sugar.' 'Think you can handle miss bratty-pants?' called Tom over the top of the car. 'Yeah, Ryan said she was to stay at mine so someone is keeping an eye on her tonight until he gets back tomorrow.' Keegan shrugged, 'apparently, I've got "babysitter" tattooed across my forehead.' Tom shook his head. 'I feel for you buddy. See you in the week maybe.' He headed off towards his car. I turned to Keegan. 'Ryan didn't tell me I had to stay at yours tonight.' 'He only just texted me,' he pulled his phone out of his pocket, 'did you want to see the text?' I shook my head. 'No. But I want to drive. It's my car.' Keegan sighed. 'It's late, I'm not going to have an argument with you. I prefer to drive when it's night time. Now hop in the passenger seat like a good girl.' I fizzed. He just said the two words that can still to this day make me melt into a puddle of acquiescence. I bowed my head and slid into the passenger seat when he opened the door. Keegan flopped into the drivers seat and adjusted the mirrors. 'Sugar, roll us some ciggies and let's get going.' 'Sure, Kee.' I fished tobacco, filters and papers out of the glove compartment as he pulled away headed for his place. Normal conversation resumed as my little car hurtled through the night. I pulled out my pigtails and let my hair hang loosely round my shoulders. It was comfortable, I always felt safe with Keegan, his loud Northern accent and easy laugh were soothing. I could almost forget that Ryan was two hundred miles away screwing some other girl's brains out. Keegan rolled the car to a stop in a parking space outside his house. 'Hey, Kee, I'm fine, really, I don't want to be an imposition. I can go back and stay at my own place tonight.' I smiled. 'Don't be silly, Penny, it's not a problem at all.' He unbuckled his seat belt and popped the buckle on mine. 'To be honest, I could do with some alone time. Take stock of things, you know? Thanks so much for tonight, it was really fun. Took my mind off Ryan and everything.' I could feel myself welling up. I needed to be alone, now. 'Hey, Penny, shhh, it's OK.' Keegan reached over and stroked my hair. 'Stay here tonight, otherwise I'll worry.' I shook my head. 'No, I'm fine, I-' Keegan's fingers gripped my hair and he pulled sharply, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. 'I'm not going to argue with you, sugar,' his voice was steely now. The temperature in the car rose significantly and I could smell his sweat and aftershave. 'I have to hear about that little boy playing at owning you, thinking that occasionally spanking you is being a Master,' he breathed in my ear, and I squirmed in my seat, trying to quench the suddenly raging fire between my thighs, 'and tonight I have had to endure you grinding that perfect little ass against dozens of strange men while I look on.' His finger was tracing up my inner thigh and I parted my legs slightly in a purely automatic reflex. Keegan wrapped his fist tighter in my hair and I gasped. His other hand made its way up my body to my throat and squeezed gently. I tried to bite down on my lip but couldn't prevent a whimper from escaping. He grinned and released me, pushing me forward and I had to bring my arms up to stop my head from hitting the dash. 'It's my turn tonight, sugar. Now, you're going to get out of the car and follow me into the house like a good girl.' I nodded, staring at my feet, my heart beating out of my chest. He reached over and roughly grabbed my jaw, turning my face to his. 'You know better. Answer me properly.' I didn't want to meet his cold, blue eyes and when I briefly did it seemed like his gaze burned through me. 'Yes, Sir, I'll be good.' I murmured. Keegan kissed me then, although the word 'kiss' hardly describes the bruising violence of his lips pressed on mine. He left me breathless and opened the car door, hopping out and heading up to the front door. I scrambled to get my door open and stumbled after him. Keegan held the door open and I hesitated on the threshold, shuffling my feet and fiddling with the hem of my skirt. 'Sugar,' there was a warning tone in his voice now, 'get in the fucking house, now, or so help you I will make you go inside.' 'Please,' I whispered, tears welling up again. 'Please what?' He was standing in front of me now, his black high topped boots and camouflage trousers had come into view. I studied the random colour blocks for a second, wishing I was anywhere else. 'Please,' I whimpered this time. 'Please what, sugar? Let you go? Fuck you hard? Give you a big cuddle and tell you everything is OK? Let you use me again as a shoulder to cry on?' His hand closed around my wrist and he stepped closer, forcing my hand back. I yelped and looked him in the eye. He wasn't tall and, in my heels, I was about the same height. 'Not this time, sugar. This time, I'm going to give you something to really cry about.' He twisted me round and pulled my arm up behind my back. I squealed, it felt like my arm was trying to escape my shoulder. Keegan pulled me against him and I could feel him, hard and pressed against my ass. 'Get in the fucking house right now.' The last word was a growl in my ear and I fell forward when he released me. I quickly gained my footing and trotted through the door, stopping just inside the hallway. Keegan closed the door and bolted it, then brushed past me and headed up the stairs. 'Shoes off, sugar, and follow me.' He called down. I hastily slid off my heels and dashed up the stairs after him. I found him standing in the middle of the upstairs sitting room, menacing in the low orange glow of the lamps. His ginger mohawk seemed aflame and his eyes were in shadow. He'd taken off his t-shirt and was stood wearing only his camo trousers and boots. His pecs and abs were large and defined, muted only slightly by a masculine dusting of hair and a myriad of tattoos. I gasped and lowered my gaze when I spotted the large swastika on his left pec. He laughed, 'oh, come on, sugar. You know my reputation as well as anyone else. Somebody in this forsaken country has to keep up the good fight.' I stared resolutely at the floor and trembled. 'Take off the top and the skirt, sugar.' Keegan commanded, and I obeyed without thinking. I stood, dark makeup and hair disheveled, in my white underwear, stockings and suspenders. Keegan laughed again. 'All in white. Very fitting, because you really are innocent right now compared to what you'll be when I'm done with you.' I was visibly shaking now, hands clasped behind my back, but my breathing was slow and deliberate. The sight of him half naked and the tone of his voice issuing orders had had the desired effect. I could feel myself soaking through my thong and I would do anything for him to say those two words again. He had stepped close and my breathing quickened. He ran his hands down my chest and sides, gripping my hips and pressing his thumbs into my abdomen. I whimpered and wished I didn't sound so pathetic. I wanted him to kiss me again, I raised my face to his and ran my nose along his jawline. Before I could react, he had a hand around my neck and I was at arm's length. He sighed and shook his head, 'I wish Ryan had fucking collared you, it would make this so much easier. Sugar, this isn't romantic. I'm not your Master. I don't care and this is not about you.' Keegan pushed his free hand between my legs, pulled my thong aside and brusquely thrust two fingers inside me. 'Oh Ryan was right, you love this.' I tried to look away, but his grip tightened around my throat. 'Sugar, I'm going to use you like the lithe little fuck toy you are and when you're spent Ryan can have your ruined little body back, if He still wants you.' My knees weakened at his words. 'Yes, Sir.' I choked out as he removed his fingers. 'On your knees, lean forward, forehead on the floor, arms out in front of you, wrists together.' I was grateful to no longer have to stand in his presence and folded my legs up underneath me. When I stretched my upper body out I was exposed, but my breathing eased again and I centred myself. A thick cable tie was passed around my wrists and tightened until it cut uncomfortably into my skin. I was acutely aware of the metallic noises as Keegan removed his belt. I shuffled slightly, rubbing my thighs together - I couldn't wait to have his cock inside me. When the leather strap came cracking down on my exposed ass, I was so startled I tried to scramble up. I fell half on my face as I tripped over my restrained arms, adding to the white hot stripe of pain across my backside. Keegan had a fistful of my hair and slammed my head back down against the floor so hard I saw stars and tasted copper. He growled in my ear, 'are you going to disobey me again, sugar?' I tried to shake my head and cried out as he tightened his grip. 'No! Sir, no, I'll be good, please.' I whined. He let go of my head. 'Back on your knees then, sugar, like before. And just so you're not caught unawares this time, I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your life. I'm going to make you beg for the light touch of your Master.' As he spoke, I had shuffled myself back into position, sobbing gently into the carpet. Sometimes, late at night, I think back and I can feel the abrasive fibres against my face, smell the dust and the cigarette ash that was ground in to the teal coloured weave. It still gets me hot. The blows fell hard and fast. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was on fire, tears flowing thick and fast. I screamed myself hoarse within the first minute and could then do nothing but mouth silent pleas. Keegan egged me on, cruelly describing how much he enjoyed seeing me bruised and bleeding. When I cried harder, he hit me harder, landing blow after blow across my ass. Eight years later I still have faint scars from his assault. After an eternity it ended and, through blurred vision, I saw Keegan kneel down beside me. I heard the click of a switchblade and then felt cold steel against my skin. I stayed perfectly still as he sliced my underwear from my broken body. I tried to pull away as I felt the knife bite into my outer thigh, but he had a hand on my lower back and I was no match for his strength. He pushed me onto my side and ran his tongue along the blade, cleaning my blood from it. Keegan again grabbed me by the throat but sighed heavily and let go almost immediately. 'Fucks sake. This won't do.' He padded across the room and I heard him rummage for a few minutes in cupboards and drawers. My behind was on fire and sweat was stinging the cut on my thigh. Finally he returned with a thick, black leather collar which he fastened loosely around my neck. He hooked three fingers under the collar and dragged me up, brutalising my mouth with another kiss. I could taste my own blood on his lips and I drew breath sharply. Keegan released his hold on the collar and flopped down onto the sofa. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, releasing his thick, hard dick from their confines. He was shorter than Ryan but thicker, and my eyes flashed in anticipation. 'Here, sugar.' He pointed to the floor between he legs and whistled at me as if I were a dog. I crawled over and knelt at his feet, balancing my ass off my calves to avoid aggravating my wounds. 'Don't even pretend you don't know exactly what you're supposed to do.' He grinned smugly down at me, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back. Every slight movement made my ass burn and I had tears running down my face, but I didn't hesitate. I so desperately wanted to worship his cock with my mouth. I placed my hands on his knees and trailed kisses up his thighs, nibbling and kissing to build the anticipation. Keegan's hand found the collar around my neck and he roughly pulled me up to meet his eyes. 'No, no teasing. Get that slutty little mouth round my cock. I want you choking on its thick length now.' he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. I nodded fervently, 'yes, Sir.' I whispered and he released my neck. I immediately plunged my lips over his shaft, keeping my lips tights against him. I was used to being impaled on Ryan's length, so I easily took Keegan's slightly shorter cock all the way to the base. My jaw already started to ache from the sheer girth though, and I battled through the discomfort. I pressed my tongue against the underside, flicking it up over the head as I came up, then sucking harder as I took him deeper. Each masculine groan which escaped his lips had me wetter. Keegan's violent impatience meant I wasn't left to my own devices for long. He gripped the back of my head and the collar and started to fuck my mouth hard. I tried to push him away, choking and panicked, oxygen starved, but my hands were still cable tied and I'd lost feeling in them. My struggles did not go unnoticed though and Keegan paused and withdrew long enough to smack me hard across the face. My eyes rolled in my head and I yelped, my aching need growing stronger. Ryan had never hit me like that before and it turned me on so much. Keegan thrust back into my mouth and continued his onslaught. This time I did nothing to impede him, letting him violently assault my mouth and trying to ignore the growing pain in my jaw. When he suddenly ceased and withdrew, I whined in disappointment. I so wanted to taste his climax. He pushed me back roughly and I was unable to stop my head from thumping against the floor as I fell. He grabbed the collar and hoisted me to my feet, flinging my body over the arm of the sofa and spreading my ankles wide, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I turned my head slightly and could see he was still wearing his camos and boots, just pushed down to mid-thigh height. I moaned at this obvious display of dominance - I was naked and he had disrobed just enough to use me as his fuck toy. Keegan pushed into my tight, wet cunt and I nearly came with that single motion. 'Fuck you're tiny,' he gasped, 'I can see why Ryan keeps you.' He withdrew and thrust again, harder, bottoming out and pressing against my cervix. I pushed back against him, enjoying how stretched I felt being impaled by him. He grabbed a fistful of hair this time and pulled my head up and back sharply. I cried out. 'Don't fucking move,' he breathed in my ear, 'you're my little fucktoy to do whatever I want with, so be a good little toy and don't. Fucking. Move.' The last three words were emphasised with three deep, hard thrusts. 'Do you understand?' Penny's Tales - Story 01 'Yes, Daddy.' I breathed, forgetting myself. Keegan's cock twitched. 'Daddy, hmmm? Is that what you call Ryan?' It was hard to answer as he continued drilling into me, but I managed to shake my head. 'No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know where that came from.' 'Oh don't be sorry, I like it sugar.' He increased his pace. 'Tell Daddy you love his cock in you.' 'Oh Daddy, I love your cock inside me, you're so thick I feel like I'm going to break.' 'Good girl. Now tell me you want me in your ass.' I felt my insides freeze up. I was no stranger to anal but never with something as thick as Keegan's dick. I hesitated but his insistent pounding in my pussy was driving me insane. I'd reached that point where I couldn't say no to anything. 'Daddy, please fuck my ass. Please, Daddy, I'm such a slut and I want your fat cock deep in my ass.' I begged for him to take me. I felt Keegan slowly slip out of my sopping pussy and press the tip of his impressive member against my asshole. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe and relax like Ryan had taught me, but I was in no way prepared. Keegan showed no mercy and rammed into my ass. I cried out and tried to get purchase on the carpet so I could move away. I tried to grab at the sofa beneath me but I couldn't move my numbed hands at all thanks to the constricting cable tie. Keegan felt me struggling and laughed, fucking me hard and deep. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I squealed and squirmed, but his fingers dug into my hips as he pounded my ass harder. I was sure I was going to split and tear, and the pain of his hips slamming against the welts from the earlier beating was excruciating. I was quickly exhausted and gave in to the abuse, going limp and allowing him to masturbate into my ass. My body was racked with quiet sobs as he eventually finished, spasming into my ass and filling me with hot liquid. When Keegan released his grip on me, I rolled to the floor, too weak to stay up. He flicked the knife out and cut the cable tie around my wrists but I didn't move. 'Don't act like you didn't enjoy that,' he knelt beside me and thrust two fingers roughly into my cunt. 'You're still dripping wet.' He removed his fingers and wiped my juices on my face. 'Ask me to make you cum.' My eyes lit up. After all that had happened I needed the endorphin rush. And he was so hot, leaning over me, panting and sweating, broad shoulders silhouetted in the low light and his tattoos faintly visible on his pale skin. 'Please,' I managed, barely above a whisper, 'Daddy, please make me cum.' Keegan's laugh had a hard, cruel edge as he straightened up. 'I thought I told you earlier; I'm not your Master, I don't care and this is not about you.' He walked out of the room for a few seconds and then returned, dumping a pile of blankets on the floor. 'Sleep there. You don't move until Ryan comes to get you tomorrow. Understand?' I crawled over to the blankets, humiliated, cum seeping out of my ass and a burning desire left unfulfilled. 'Yes Daddy.' 'Good girl.' Keegan said as he kicked off his boots and trousers and climbed into bed. I fell asleep smiling. Penny's Tales - Story 02 -- Firstly, thanks to all who commented on Story 01. I'm sorry I can't please everyone. All your feedback is taken into consideration but these are true accounts of my experiences, so there's not much I can do about the plot line. I'll be adding to Story 01 soon. This is a different section of my saga covering the first time I submitted to my first Master. I've changed details only to protect those involved and I was 18 at the time. -- I was bored. I had half an ear out for the lusty grunts of the completely average bloke between my legs but the majority of my focus was just above and to the right of the TV. Futurama was on, but I can't remember which episode. I'd escaped in my head, to a place where a tall, hairy and grossly over-muscled god was fucking me in a way I couldn't ignore. Unconscious of my disinterest, my partner was on the brink of climax. The increase in volume snapped me back to the moment and I faked yet another orgasm to drive him over the edge. Thirty seconds later, I was back in the few items of scant clothing which layered over the top of my scandalous underwear. I tidied my dark makeup as he lay on the bed panting. Tossing my curls to emphasise the just-fucked look, I felt the usual rush of pride and shame as I ran my eyes over his soft, sweat-sheened flesh. One last glance in the mirror to confirm what I already knew - I looked like sex itself - and without another word, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, down the stairs and into his mother's shop. Her eyes blazed furiously at me, and I grinned wickedly and strode out of the front door onto the street. I blinked a little in the stark November sunlight and sparked up a menthol. I could feel my veins buzzing with white hot lead and a feeling of invincibility. My cigarette shortened noticeably as I took a long pull and started a leisurely meander back towards college. A muffled alert sounded from my bag and I fumbled the catch as I retrieved my phone and a pair of large, dark sunglasses. As I unlocked the ancient Nokia, I prayed it was Him. With a few words, He could set my soul on fire and make me feel alive. During these times, it seemed like He was the only one who could keep up with me. Alas, it was just a college friend wondering where I was. I flicked the butt of my cigarette into the road, lit another and picked up the pace. *** I was finally summoned a week later. My heart was in my mouth as I sat on the train, nervously crossing and uncrossing my legs as my fellow passengers tried to get a glimpse up my indecently short skirt. I played with my trademark white suspenders where they joined my semi-sheer white stockings. Black and white striped knee-high socks and a pair of pinstripe Iron Fist heels completed the look. I emphasised my naturally dark chocolate curly hair and pale complexion with dark eye makeup and scarlet lips. I knew I cut the figure of a perfect little gothic princess. My tits were a little smaller than I would've liked, but I still to this day have an amazing ass and shapely legs. I was a bundle of nerves but at the same time confident I looked stunning. This was my first time with Him and I had made myself perfect. I lit a menthol as I disembarked from the train and took a deep drag. The train left swiftly and I was the only one on the platform. It was pleasantly cool for June; the cloud overhead kept the heat of the sun off but it was still a bright day. I slid my sunglasses off my head down over my eyes and headed up the steps to the footbridge across to the other side of the station. I reached the top of the stairs and froze. There He was. Achingly handsome with long dark hair and a menacing goatee, dressed in black jeans and a long black leather coat. He was tall, maybe 6'3, and slender. His eyes were hidden with dark sunglasses but His mouth twisted in an amused smirk. He raised an eyebrow and beckoned. 'Come.' Ryan's voice was deep and quiet, but commanding. He was used to being obeyed and I wasn't about to defy Him. As I tottered towards Him on my silly heels, He turned and began to stride away, down the stairs and out of the station. I had to half jog to keep up. In the car park out front was a slightly battered black Toyota Celica and He held open the passenger door, gesturing for me to get in the car. I took a last drag of my cigarette, my hand trembling as I dropped the butt to the floor and ground it into the tarmac with the toe of my shoe. He saw my hesitation and grinned evilly. 'Last chance to run away, missy. Although I've made up My mind that I want you, and you won't get far in those shoes. So probably best to get in the car of your own free will.' His words burned into me and I could feel myself growing damp. I though of turning and running just to have Him chase me down and brutally take me. I mentally shook myself - He would brutally take me anyway and I so badly wanted to please Him, to be a good girl. 'Penny...' There was a warning tone in His voice and I looked up at Him, realising I'd been day dreaming for a second too long. 'Get in the fucking car, now, before I make you.' I nodded and scurried to the car, ducking my head to lower myself into the passenger seat. Ryan grabbed my hair and I shrieked. 'Rule one is that you'll address me respectfully. "Sir" will be appropriate for today.' His tone of voice was reasonable but His fist was tightening in my hair. 'Yes, Sir,' I breathed, tears welling up behind my dark shades. He pulled the glasses off me with His free hand and put them in a pocket. 'Ah, I forgot you had green eyes. Look how they sparkle when you're in pain.' I pressed my thighs together and bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. He pulled my face to His and mashed His lips against mine, thrusting His tongue between them and taking possession of my mouth. Hours later, it seemed, He released me and I dropped into the leather of the passenger seat. Ryan shut the passenger door and walked around to the drivers side. He hopped in, agile for someone so tall, and the engine purred into life. The journey to His house was uneventful and I won't bore you with the details - they're not why you're here after all. Suffice to say, we had a lot to talk about as we shared friendship circles and interests. Some time later, we pulled into the garage. I reached for the car door handle. 'Ah! Stay.' Ryan got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for me. I stepped out and straightened up and He pressed against me, holding me against the car. I looked down and away but He gripped my jaw and turned my head up towards Him. He pressed His knee between my legs and forced them open as He leaned in for another violent kiss. I parted my lips for Him and let Him claim me, relaxing my body into His. Ryan broke the kiss and pushed His sunglasses up onto His head, sweeping His long hair out of His face. His black eyes searched mine. 'Do you submit?' He almost whispered the question. My chest was heaving and I could feel my cheeks flush with the warmth I felt deep in my core. This was my first real BDSM experience, He was my first Dom and I was excited and terrified all at once. It took all of my courage to reply. 'Yes, Sir, I submit.' Ryan took my wrist in His hand and firmly led me into the house, up the stairs and into a modern, simply decorated bedroom. 'Take off the skirt and the top.' He crossed the room and pulled open a drawer, retrieving four cuffs and lengths of rope as I slipped out of my attire. 'On the bed, on all fours. Quickly.' He swatted at my ass as I hesitated, and I yelped and dashed to the bed, positioning myself as instructed. My wrists were pulled together and the cuffs were fastened around my them with practiced precision. I wondered how many other girls He'd had at His mercy over the years. The thought of being at the hands of this experienced older man made me tingle all over and I spread my legs a little, rocking back and displaying my ass. His hand came down hard on a cheek and I jumped forward a little. 'If you want to tease Me, I'll make you regret it.' Ryan murmured in my ear, running a hand down my body until He reached my ankles. These too were cuffed but then spread wide, with each affixed to corners of the bed. I could feel my wetness pressed hard against my thong, soaking through it. Ryan mounted the bed in front of me, unzipping His jeans. I wasn't ready for the monster cock that was released in my face. He was thick and around nine inches long. Having me open and vulnerable on the bed must have pressed His buttons because He was rock hard. He pressed the tip against my lips. 'I take it you've done this before?' I nodded and looked up at Him, opening my mouth to say 'Yes, Sir.' But as I did so, He roughly shoved His impressive length past my lips and into my mouth, hitting the back of my unprepared throat and causing me to choke. I panicked and tried to draw back, but He gripped the back of my head and held me still as He withdrew and then thrust in again deeper. I gagged and retched as He continued to fuck my face, smearing my lipstick down His shaft. He held His dick as far down my throat as He could go and I struggled against Him, unable to breathe. 'Stop. Stay still.' His voice was firm if a little breathless. I fought against my urge for self preservation and stilled, my lungs burning. Ryan pressed His thick cock harder against the back of my throat and His eyes met mine. 'Squirm, I dare you.' I held His gaze and resolutely did not move, even as I felt the room go fuzzy and start to get dark around the edges. Finally He pulled out and I fell forward, gasping for breath. He stroked my hair. 'Good girl, very good girl. You really are very obedient. You like pleasing men, don't you?' I nodded into the bedding and turned my head slightly. 'Yes, Sir' I gasped. 'But men are weak these days aren't they? They're all worried about you, are you enjoying yourself, have you orgasmed, are you uncomfortable. And you just want a real man, who takes what he wants from you, uses and abuses you.' Ryan unclipped my bra and let it fall down, trapped around my wrists by the cuffs. His fingers found my pierced nipples and began to twist and pull at them. 'Isn't that what you want, Penny? An experienced older man who'll plunder your young body and leave you bruised and spent?' 'Yes, Sir,' I groaned, slick between my thighs as He tugged at my sensitive nipples. 'Lucky for you that I found you. Now show Me what you can do.' I eagerly took Him in my mouth again, sucking Him down firmly and running my doubly pierced tongue along the underside. I took Him deep, struggling to control my gag reflex, and on the way out flicked my tongue over the tip. Ryan groaned and stroked my hair. With His encouragement, I took Him deeper each time, listening to His moans and feeling His body's reactions to each placing of my tongue, each pressure I exerted. My piercings running over the spot just under the glans made Him gasp and twitch, so I used it sparingly. His moans were loudest when the head was pressed at the back of my throat and I tried to swallow. I worshipped His cock, growing wetter minute by minute as I pleased Him. My jaw trembled with fatigue and it started hurting so acutely but I refused to stop until told. When I thought I could take no more and that my jaw would seize up, He stopped me and pulled out. He tilted my chin so He could look me in the eye. 'You really do want to please Me, don't you Penny?' I smiled, 'Yes, Sir. I'd do anything.' Ryan climbed off the bed and took something out of the pocket of His jeans. There was a metallic clicking noise and then a swish and my thong fell away in pieces. His long fingers were pressing against my slit, sliding up and down over my clit. I pushed back against His hand, hot and dripping with need. 'You've had a few men defile your filthy, tight little cunt, haven't you?' I nodded, blushing furiously. My sex drive was insatiable and I hopped from bed to bed trying to find someone who could satisfy me. 'Yes, Sir.' 'What about here?' He pushed a finger lubed in my own juices against my virgin asshole. If my ankles hadn't been tied, I would've shot off the other end of the bed. As it was, I fell forward on my face, kicking at my restraints. A loud, hard slap rang across the back of my thigh. 'I think I know what to read into that, but answer Me respectfully. Has any man claimed your ass?' I shook and sobbed into the bed. 'No, Sir.' 'Good.' Ryan grabbed my wrists roughly and pulled them under me between my legs, fastening them to my ankles and then to the bottom of the bed. I fought against Him, but He was strong and caught me off guard. 'I thought you said you'd do anything to please Me. Were you lying, Penny?' I turned my head to the side and could see Him from the corner of my eye, still fully clothed with just His jeans pushed down and that enormous member hard and threatening. I thought for a minute. I did so badly want to please Him; I felt the need burning deep inside. I had always been submissive to my boyfriends, performing tricks in bed to fulfill their fantasies. I felt ashamed when I thought about the things I did, the humiliation I put myself through. And never had a single one said those two words I longed to hear. This one thing I had always said 'no' to was now the one thing I could do for Him which would validate my existence in the way I so desperately needed. I relaxed against my bonds. 'No, Sir, I wasn't lying. I'm sorry, Sir. Please, do whatever You want with me. I just want to please You, Sir.' I felt Him get on the bed behind me and push His cock against the entrance to my cunt. I sighed in relief that He'd decided to pity me - until He started to force His way into me. I was young and tight and as He pushed into my soft, hot wetness I felt a sore, aching, ripping sensation I hadn't felt since my first time two years before. He barely got half of Himself inside me before He hit against my cervix. 'Ah, and there's the target.' There was laughter in His voice but I had no idea what He meant until he pulled out and rammed His was back in again, battering against the deepest part of me. I yelped and tried to move away but was awkwardly restrained and unable to escape. Again and again Ryan thrust into me, each time stretching me a little further by ramming against my cervix. I could feel myself bruising internally, but it felt so good. He was so long and thick He stimulated every inch of me inside, and the friction was building my climax. He could feel me grow tighter and He bent down over me, breathing hard in my ear. 'Tell Me when you're close, slut.' 'Yes, Sir.' I took several deep breaths before He resumed His assault. A dozen thrusts later and I was on the precipice, feeling the most intense orgasm of my life just out of reach. 'Oh Sir, I'm so close, I'm nearly there.' I cried out. Ryan stopped and pulled out. 'Please,' I whined, 'please don't stop, Sir, I'm so close, please.' 'Oh, I'm not stopping.' the tip of His cock was suddenly pressed against my forbidden entrance. I tensed up. 'Please no, please don't.' I begged. 'Please don't?' He mocked me, increasing the pressure, gripping my hips to hold me still as I tried to buck away. 'But just now you were begging Me not to stop. Just now you said anything.' I went silent and then hanged my head in shame. 'Do you really want Me to stop?' Ryan's voice was serious now. I knew I should want Him to stop. I should want to escape the pain, but I wanted those words so badly. 'No, Sir.' 'I'll ask you again, do you submit?' 'Yes, Sir.' 'Then relax, it'll be better for you if you don't tense up.' With those words and before I had time to action them, Ryan pressed forward hard into my virgin ass. I squealed and tried to push Him out but that hurt more. He gasped, 'Oh fight against Me, it'll hurt you but that feels so good and so tight.' I relaxed and the pain eased off as He continued to bury Himself inside me, but I couldn't shake off His words. He liked it even more when I was tighter. I gritted my teeth and pushed against Him as He finally buried His whole length in my ass. The pain was extraordinary and I felt sure I would tear apart as He pulled out and thrust, slightly harder and faster each time. I lost concentration for a moment and relaxed and for a few thrusts it started to feel good. Ryan tightened His grip on my hips bringing me back to reality and I pushed against Him again. This was not about me and I felt so ashamed for forgetting that for a few seconds; it was so selfish and bratty. He fucked me harder and the pain was worse than before, but I could still feel my climax building. It was the strangest sensation of pain and pleasure accumulating and I was quickly reaching the brink. 'Sir, I'm close.' The ass fucking lost none of its rigour. 'Ask nicely, slut.' I screwed shut my eyes and swallowed hard, trying to control myself. 'Please may I cum, Sir?' The pause before He answered drove me insane. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like years. 'You're mine. Now, cum for Me, bitch.' Ryan commanded. It felt like my universe imploded and exploded as I orgasmed hard, crying out something unintelligible. My spasming sent Him over the edge and with a grunt He buried His pulsating cock up to the hilt and emptied Himself inside me. Ryan twitched for a minute or so before His softening dick slid out of my well-fucked ass. I gasped at the raw, empty feeling. I watched Him pad out of the room, zipping up His jeans, and I heard Him head downstairs. My wrists were comfortable in the soft cuffs, but my legs were beginning to freeze up from being curled up underneath me for so long. The sweat on my body was starting to dry off and I was cooling down uncomfortably quickly. There was a clock somewhere in the room, but I couldn't see it and the ticking was driving me mad. When Ryan still didn't appear, I started counting the seconds. Three minutes, then five, then ten. It was almost half an hour later when He finally reappeared in the doorway. By this time I was a shivering wreck, His seed slowly trickling out of my ass and down my slit, pooling on the bed beneath me. I didn't move when I saw Him, I didn't make a sound. I was His toy and He'd put me away when He was done with me. Ryan roughly untied my bonds and slapped my ass hard. 'Bathroom that way,' He said, pointing, 'get yourself cleaned up.' I stumbled towards the door with numb legs. 'Wait.' I stopped and turned to face Him. He walked towards me, towering over my five feet and four inches. I craned my neck to look up and Him and He leaned down to kiss me. 'Good girl.'