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She Invited Him In

By: sethseekstruth



I hated to be late but it was not a part of town I was familiar with. It is hard to look for directions when a voice inside your head keeps saying again and again, "this is crazy, this is stupid." I had told her I'd be there at 10:00 when her son was asleep. It was 10:30.

I had stopped on the way at the adult bookstore and bought a ball gag and a set of Velcro ties, and then had driven past the turn off. The area was depressing, only off brand corner stores because the big chains wouldn't come into the area, they kept in business mainly by cashing welfare checks for malt liquor.

I finally pulled into one, to ask for directions. I had already bought condoms, but for some reason the freezer case caught my eye. I got two Popsicles, and went to the counter to pay for them and find out where she was. I ended up looking at the map book to find her place.

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RapeFantasyM- I've done this before, I will respect your safe word. I practice safe sex. Come on lets do it.

FireGurlF- But you are married...

RapeFantasyM- Don't you want this? I know you do. It will not hurt anyone-least of all us.

FireGurlF- But what about your wife?

RapeFantasyM- That's not what I asked you.

FireGurlF- Ummm..do I at least get to know what you look like?

RapeFantasyM- No

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I had actually overshot her place, and had to double back. It was hard to read the numbers on the apartments, so I had to circle it around twice. I kept looking at my scrawl on the sheet of paper, her address.

I tried to be quiet, but my heart was pounding in my ears. I couldn't have heard a marching band.

I had the items, my rape kit, and the Popsicles all in a bag. It was awkward to hold all that, and the bags rustling seemed very loud. I would have to open the door one handed. I hesitated by the door, and then saw a neighbor come out. I realized I looked like a burglar, standing afraid to go in. I had to go forward or flee. I wasn't leaving without what I came for.

The keys were in the mailbox. It took me about five minutes to get the right key in the correct lock. Then the door stuck. So much for being quiet. I kept thinking that no one would leave the keys in the mailbox except her, that this had to be the correct place. Trying to convince myself. The apartment was small, a kitchen and living room downstairs, two bedrooms and a bathroom up. There was no light on downstairs. But a street light shining in the back door showed me a tidy little room, cleaned up. When I saw it with the lights on I'd realize how everything was second hand.

I locked the door behind me and left the keys on the stairs. I waited until I was more adjusted to the dark and heard something from upstairs. The door to one bedroom was cracked open, and I saw the feet of a little boy-twisted in the covers. He moaned in his sleep, said some indistinct words and I froze, two stairs from the top.

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FireGurlF- what should I wear?

FireGurlF- what time will you be here, can it be after 10:00 when my son is asleep?

FireGurlF- what should I have ready?

FireGurlF- what should I do before you get there?

RapeFantasyM- You're babbling. Shush. I'll send you and email. Follow the instructions.

FireGurlF- Please spell out what you want. (smiles)

RapeFantasyM- It doesn't matter what you do, I am raping you, remember? (evil grin)

FireGurlF- whooo hoo! (giggle)

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I kept going, up to the top of the stairs. Her bedroom door was closed. It was pitch black inside as I opened it. She was very careful about how she arraigned the blinds to shut out the outside lights. I closed it behind me, not wanting to disturb her sons' uneasy slumber. I heard her catch her breath very softly, then nothing.

She had to have seen me. My big silhouette in the doorway. I waited, but it was so dark my eyes could not adjust. And I couldn't wait much longer. I stepped carefully forward, dropping the bag on the floor, then my jacket on top of it. Both noises seemed to shake the silent house.

I finally reached the bed, and put my hand out. A leg under the covers, a loud gasp.

I fell forward, crushing her with my weight. Somehow I found my hands locked around her wrists, but she didn't struggle. "Suzy?"

She had to swallow before she could answer. "Yes,"

I grinned in the dark. It was her, and she wanted it...wanted me.

I ripped off the covers, and there she was. Panties first, off in one tear. Then her shirt. They were old, frayed, I'd told her not to wear anything she cared about. But she hadn't realized how strong I was, how could she over the Internet. Each rip was accompanied by her gasp, by the realization that I was stripping her bear.

She fought like a wildcat, now, not scratching by agreement, but she was all elbows and knees. I had wrestled in high school, I knew to just use my weight and ride her. I hooked one leg under her and kept trying to grab her hands. She twisted side to side, tried to roll over.

I grabbed at her breasts, pinching them, and she would push my hands away. I tried to kiss her, and she'd turn her sweet lips from me. I'd grab her hair and force her to turn her head back, but she'd bite her mouth closed.

I hadn't been able to get my clothes off. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat. I decided to let her roll over. She got to her belly and tried to get her feet under her, to get off the bed and out the door. I let her get one foot on the floor and then lifted her in the air. She made a little "oooooh" sound, surprised to find herself in the air for a second, thrown back on her belly.

I put one arm under hers in a half nelson, and grabbed a handful of hair to keep her still. I put my legs between hers, and spread them open, my jeans grinding her ass. I reached down to her hot center with my free hand. "Oooooh, no. No, don't. No."

I grinned as I put another finger in. She moved, but not as hard as she could have. "You like it, don't you?"

She remembered she was supposed to resist. She began to buck, to really fight again. But I had had enough.

I reached down and undid my belt buckle and she fought harder, thinking I was undressing and it was her chance. I took off the belt buckle and with one hand and my teeth made it into a loop again. When she felt it going over her head she tired to get an arm up to her neck to block it. I dug a knuckle into her side, and she automatically dropped her hand.

The belt slid down around her neck. She tried to fit her hand under it, but I pulled it tight, choking her. It was locked onto her now. She wouldn't be able to get it off. She was on her belly, and I had my ankles locked around hers and one hand on the slack of the belt tugging it, the other on her neck. She put the fingers of both hands under the belt, and I tightened.

She then struggled wildly. She would fight so hard, pulling the violence out of me. I jerked the too belt tight, and she made a wet coughing noise. Her body wracked with coughs, her hands at her mouth, her lungs seeming not to find any air.

I let her have some slack. But didn't let go.

"Say something. Say the safe word. Say you want a drink of water." I wasn't scared, but I knew I'd come close to hurting her. And my tone of voice said we would stop until I was sure she was safe.

She took in a couple of breaths. I stroked her hair with one hand, letting her know I could wait. She coughed again, but in a normal fashion. I looked at her body in the dark...her pale skin glowing against the dark sheets. She was beautiful.

"We are stopping until you say something, bitch." It just seemed right to say it that way.

She smirked, and her eyes met mine. "Fuck. You."

In the dark I grinned back. I wanted her suddenly. Wrestling her naked body had made me want her, but it was now an overpowering urgent need have her, to take her. To kiss that fucking smirk off her lips. The Popsicles were melting on the floor.

I pulled her down by the belt. She was caught off balance by how quickly my tenderness vanished. I got her arms both in between my legs. My left hand was around both her legs. I transferred the end of the belt to the left hand-now if she struggled with her legs, she would tighten the belt around her neck, and my right hand was free. I smacked her ass, hard.

"Ow!" smack. "Ow!" smack.

Smack, smack, smack. I began to rain the open handed slaps to her ass cheeks, one after the other. Not one at a time but in a series of blows. When they had been single blows she jumped at each one, but the hail of blows didn't increase her struggles, rather she leaned back into them, relaxed. Submitted to them.

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RapeFantasyM- I am surprised you can sit down and type...(grin)

FireGurlF- Actually it is my shoulder that hurts more...I have a very pretty bruise on it.

RapeFantasyM- Oh I am sorry.

FireGurlF- I feel the pain all day at work and think about you.

RapeFantasyM- Oh sweetie--I am so sorry.

FireGurlF- No, it is good for me to remember that you are real, and to know what I am. (smiles)

RapeFantasyM- Did the belt surprise you?

FireGurlF- (giggles) It made me feel like I was a little girl when I heard you unbuckle...It was like I was in trouble and going to get a whipping.

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We were both breathing hard and covered in sweat, my shirt soaked, out of breath. I released her and rolled to my feet, holding only the belt. She scooted over to the far side of the bed. Back then I was overweight and out of shape, but still strong. I pulled her by the neck to the bed, then to her feet. She gasped as I jerked her around like a rag doll.

"I am done playing with you, bitch. Stand up. Look at me."

She did, looking up into my eyes. She was tall for a lady, but still had to look up to me. She liked that I made her feel little. I tightened the belt again, and walked her around the room a little by it, just to show her my control. I stood behind her, and turned her to face the mirror she had propped up against a wall.

"Look at yourself." Shyly, she did.

"You are beautiful. And helpless." She and I looked in the mirror. Her pale skin, her heavy breasts, both hands on her neck resting on the belt, and my head on her shoulder, also looking at her, greedily drinking in her beauty. My shoulders appeared on either side of her in the mirror as I stood behind her.

Our eyes met in the mirror. I saw the fear in hers. I stood there thinking how I could get undressed. Then I saw the bag in the mirror. And remembered the Velcro straps. I turned her around to face me. And got a huge shock.

The look on her face caught me off guard. She slowly brought her hands up to my face, and gently touched me with her eyes shut tight like a blind person trying to read the Braille of my soul from my features. I froze, not wanting to startle her tentative movements. She kept her eyes shut tight, and kissed my face. Little kisses, like the first few drops of rain from a storm.

"So now you want to kiss me, huh? Not going to turn away?"

She said nothing, put pressed closer to me. I'd learn how hard it was for her to talk. I slipped my free arm around her and pulled her closer. She was too shy to embrace me but rested her palms on my chest. I kissed her once, full on the mouth. She melted into me. I felt a pang of regret as I threw her on the bed. Because I wanted those kisses.

She and I had conquered something together, something that kept her from being touched. Now she could let me in, I had slain the dragon and those kisses were my reward.

I took out the Velcro straps. She cooperated until they were on. She bucked a little, testing them, writhing around in them, feeling the security of them. I grabbed her hair and she froze, no longer needing to test my strength. She opened her mouth when I put the gag against her lips. She leaned her head forward so I could tie it in the back, now an eager accomplice in her own rape. The clasp of the ball gag had come undone, and I just tied the straps in a knot, and she let her head fall back down to the pillow.

"Your safe hand signal is flipping me the bird, let me see you do it." She did.

I reached into the bag, and pulled out one of the Popsicles. I set it still wrapped on the bed, near her feet, and shucked out of my clothes. I leaned across her body, by back to her face, my right elbow next to her hip.

She reached her bound hand towards mine, and our fingers clasped. I picked up the Popsicle with my left hand and unwrapped it with my teeth. And my body hiding her own cunt from her eyes, plunged the Popsicle into her hot wet center.

Her hand tightened, her body bucked and she kicked a little tattoo with her bound feet like a child throwing a tantrum. I would learn that was the sign she was close to the edge. But then I didn't back off. Her body numbed by the cold after the initial shock, and I began to fuck her with it. She would moan with every in stroke, and her hips would follow it as I took it out, as if reluctant to let it go.

I took it out of her, and grinned at her. She made a disappointed sigh around the gag as it left her, and she made plaintive little sounds, hungry for the stimulation. I slapped her in the face very gently with it, making her a sticky mess. She tried to turn and avoid it, the sting of the cold, the sticky trail it left, and the way it reminded her that her face was exposed and unprotected.

I rubbed it on her nipples, watching them harden. I licked the sticky syrupy sweetness off her breasts, and was rewarded with a moan. I took out the gag.

"Oh sweet Lord, what is that? What is the...mmmph" I shoved the Popsicle in her mouth.

"Don't bite...but you can suck." I put my head down between her legs. She was sticky down there, with the remains of the Popsicle, and with herself. I blew on her, and she spread her legs.

I gently put the tip of my tongue on her...her desire was so intense I could read it telepathically, or perhaps my subconscious had decoded her moans around the Popsicle. Her entire body, her soul, screaming

"Please! Please!"

I was no longer the detached manipulator. Her total surrender had touched something in me and I wanted her, needed her, to feel pleasure. I stopped teasing and rammed my tongue into her, raping her, licking her. Sucking on her clit gently to fill inflate it, then fucking her with my tongue in and out, my hands cupping under her ass to pull her into my face.

I lovingly cleaned the mess I had made of her, gently licking her sticky thighs. Then plunged back into her, feeling pleasure and desire radiate from her like waves of heat, looking up her body. I could see her, looking up between her breasts, the Popsicle melting in her mouth. Over her lips and running down her face. I grabbed both of her bound hands, and pulled myself into her, then licked until she began to shake.

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FireGurlF- I thought you might like to know I came four times last night thinking about what you did to me on Monday.

RapeFantasyM- Wow-just imagine what I could do if I was actually there!

FireGurlF- I hope that was you? Silly, silly man! I am still floating.

RapeFantasyM- Did I mention I want to do it again?

FireGurlF- I am almost afraid to because I will want to keep you with me.

RapeFantasyM- You could come here and live in the shed out behind my house-(grin)

FireGurlF- You could chain me up and come see me every day after supper. Mmmmmm

RapeFantasyM- Honey I'll be in the shed again tonight!!

FireGurlF- Please don't mention her. (looks down).

RapeFantasyM- Ummmm-hey. Go look in your freezer.

FireGurlF- Now? why?

RapeFantasyM- I'll be back online soon, gotta get dinner. But look.

In the freezer was the box of popsicles, with one missing.

She Invited Him In Ch. 02



To: FireGurlF

From: RapeFantasyM

Subject: Punishment

You've been a bitch all week. Every email that you sent me has been short, and seldom on time. You are supposed to send me an email detailing how you would serve me coffee in the morning, not whining about the lawyer and my divorce. You have been bitchy and crabby ever time we talk. And when you told me your Mom called last night and I let you go, released you from service to Me to talk to her, you said you'd call me right back. What kind of excuse is "I fell asleep"? You know if you are tired I want you to sleep, but you must keep your word to me, as I have to you.

I have entered your son's life as we agreed. I cannot just step in and be Master of your house yet sweetie. He must first see the love and respect I have for you. He is smart and will figure out that I own you without seeing the collar. You have been his mom seven years, and he knows loves and trusts you. He only likes me right now, but that is a start. (smiles) And I do care for him. He does not need to see his mom as a bratty little bitch. Even though you are. You will be punished, but not in his sight. This is what will happen when I come over:

1-Dwayne must not know anything is wrong; he will not suffer for your punishment, now or ever.

Dwayne started jumping up and down in the doorway of her apartment as soon as my car pulled up. He was watching for my car out of the ground floor window. He ran out when I came to a stop.

"Ted is here! Ted is here!"

"Dwayne, you can't be out here in the rain in your socks, your Mom will kill me."

"Ted pick me up!" He paused, a sly look on his face. "If you carry me in my feet will not get wet."

I laughed, and so did he. I picked him up and carried him in.

I looked up the stairs, and there she was, carrying an empty laundry basket. She froze, trying to smile, unable to meet my eyes.

2-You will get one kiss and one hug. You haven't earned them and don't deserve either one, but Dwayne will wonder if we don't greet each other in our usual way. He must not get the idea that there is anything wrong.

She came down the stairs towards me. "Dwayne honey, now you get your shoes on so you can help Ted pick the videos for us tonight."

Dwayne ran up the stairs past her. He was rushing because I would let him pick a video, a little adventure for him. She stood on the stairs halfway down, clutching the basket to her. The baggy sweatshirt didn't hide her full breasts, and deep full shoulders. Even in the sweat pants I could see the sweet curve of her hips. Her hair was back off her forehead, her face without makeup. Yet she still took my breath away.

I motioned for her to come down. She obeyed, nervously looking for a place to put down her basket. I took it from her. I put it in a chair in her tidy little living room.

I leaned forward and kissed her, on the cheek closed mouthed. She closed her eyes and leaned into me. Her eyes closed tight she stepped forward and held me, her long fingers digging into my biceps. She always used a raspberry scented body lotion. I breathed the sweet scent in. I held her to me for a second, and then gently pushed her away.

She looked down at the carpet.

3-I will still make dinner, as I have every Thursday. Dwayne still needs to get used to me being around, and I will not disrupt that, although I really don't want to see you right now. Dwayne asked for spaghetti and meatballs and that is what we will have. We will get a video for Dwayne, but you and I will not watch one when he is asleep. You know that I enjoy sitting on the couch under the blanket with you, but thanks to your poor attitude you have denied me that pleasure. The cost of that will be added to your punishment.

Dwayne had asked what all the knobs and lights on my dashboard were for on the trip over to the Video World. But he had to sit in the back seat, because my car had air bags. So when we got home we sat in the parking lot playing with the buttons and knobs.

"Ok, Dwayne, now push that one!" The wiper fluid sprayed out onto the windshield. Dwayne laughed with pure joy. Only a seven-year-old boy can find nirvana playing with the dashboard of a parked car. We had the radio blaring, the high beams on, the heater blowing and the wipers going full speed.

Suzy came out. She saw him in the front seat, and there was a question on her face.

"Dwayne wanted to know what all the buttons on my dashboard did so I showed him. Right Dwayne?"

He pushed the hazard button, his favorite. "Mom...Look at this the lights all blink! Red alert! Red alert!"

He aimed my windshield scraper like a ray gun, blasting aliens only he saw in the parking lot.

"Yes Dwayne, they sure do...umm, your car has airbags..."

"Suzy, he sat in the back when the car was moving. I just let him sit up front when the car is stopped so he can play with the knobs. Ok, Mom?"

"Ohh...I didn't mean that you would..." she looked down at the ground.

"Teaching me to take care of him is still part of your job. It's ok. Did you get the water boiling?"

4-You have not been pleasing to me. You find fault, criticize, nitpick and whine. I have no desire to be around you. I will play with Dwayne, and you will be upstairs, rewriting all the emails you sent me this week. Making them better, as all your entries prior to this week were. Up to the level they were. You will clean and neaten the apartment. Then you will shower, to be fresh and clean for my use. You will begin punishment at 10:00pm. After we read with Dwayne and put him to bed. You will follow these instructions very carefully, because there will be no mercy or forgiveness. I am all out of both.

We had each taken a turn reading to him, she would read one page, then him and then me. We let him pick a book out from the big stack of used books she had gotten at a thrift store. He liked the way I acted out the stories when I read them. She didn't look at me the entire time. She couldn't.

We put Dwayne in bed, full of spaghetti, at 8:00. He usually tried to get up after the story. But pasta and tomato sauce had worked it's magic, as he did not stir.

Then I had gone down and sat on the couch, looking at papers from work. My 401k plan, my stock options, anything to kill the long slow hours until 10:00pm. I had brought work with me, but only enough to occupy half an hour. I shuffled papers and tried to look busy, as I heard her type my emails over, and straighten up the apartment. It was very little consolation knowing the wait was much worse for her.

As the time drew nearer, I looked over the instructions I had sent her. I heard her run the shower.

5-You will prepare the room for me after you shower: light candles, make the bed, and lay all the toys neatly on the bed. You will wear a short dress with nothing on underneath, the blue one. You will put your collar on the big chair in your bedroom, and I will decide if you have earned the right to wear it again before the night is over.

You will come down ten minutes before all is ready to let me know that you have done as I told you. You will lock your bedroom door and put the spare key on top of the doorframe so Dwayne will not walk in and see you.

Next to the collar you will put all the emails you should have done correctly the first time, and you will wait as I read them. You will be on your knees (kneeling on a pillow) with your hands cuffed to the leg of the chair. You will be blindfolded. You will have the ball gag in place.

She came halfway down the stairs in a robe. I looked up and she froze. She was really scared. I wanted to run to her, hold her, and tell her I would stay with her and Dwayne. Instead I snarled at her, "What?"

"Everything will be ready. Just like you said."

I looked back down at the papers, and said nothing. She crept back up the stairs.

I took out a sheet of paper, and made notes. Planned what to do before I was in there with her.

I made myself sit there ten fucking minutes, and then went upstairs. The key was on the doorframe. I let myself into her room. Picked up the emails and began to read them.

To: RapeFantasyM

From: FiregurlF

Subject: I messed up

Master,

I am so sorry. I know you are a good man and I really do appreciate all you are doing for Dwayne and I. I know I haven't shown it, I guess I don't know how to act around you. I am sorry that you are not happy with me and I have failed so miserably, and I am very, very scared.

Everything will be as you say. Please let me serve you let me please you. I think that, in your kindness, you have held me on to loose a leash and that is why I have fucked up. I am glad you have no mercy left for I deserve none. I am weak and I always make bad decisions. I always take the easy way.

It is to easy for me to go back to my old ways, to the bad ways. I need you to force me to be straight. You are so good for me, so good for Dwayne. Please don't worry about being so strict, worry about being to lenient. I beg this of you.

Your Bitch, slut, animal

Suzy

I sat on the chair and read every word of the emails she had re-written and typed out as she knelt on the floor. I had to turn my body slightly to avoid touching her. I wanted to so very badly but knew it would be wrong.

She knelt there for ten more minutes, blindfolded. I sat without moving, and then I closed my eyes, because I wanted to see if I could know what she could tell about the room.

I smelled the candles, felt the breeze of this Indian summer night coming in from the open windows. I could hear my heartbeat, and the tiny clink her handcuffs made as she tried to be still. As I opened my eyes I saw I had been in the room for 15 minutes, looking at her alarm clock. But had not said a word.

I carefully reached down next to me and picked up her collar. I held the buckle and d-ring so they would not jingle, and soundlessly leaned forward. She had worn that collar to bed every night for a month, it was like part of her. But when I let the end dangle against her cheek, she jumped. I knew I had her now.

She moaned around the ball gag as I grabbed her hair and forced her head back, to more easily put the collar on her. She tried to brush her face on my hands, thanking me for the collar. She knew now that whatever I did I wasn't going to disown her.

But I didn't want her relived that soon. I pushed her head down to the floor, so hard that the chair she was cuffed to jumped, squeaking on the bare wood floor. She froze, realizing that she would now earn the forgiveness.

I stood up and looked at the toys, my notes in my hand. "Decisions, decisions...how should I beat my bitch tonight? She's really been a bitch..."

I picked up the riding crop. She hated it. It had been her most feared toy for a long time. I laid it on her back. She jumped again, and moaned in despair.

"Hmm, with this...I think 20 would be a good start. Ass up, slut."

She obeyed, her round and pale ass pointing out for me. I kicked her legs apart to spread her cheeks, her face buried into her cuffed forearms, waiting.

I laid five at a time on each cheek, and saw her jump with each stroke. No warm up, no teasing, this was punishment. The cheeks bounced with each wrist-snapping blow...each leaving a red mark clearly on her skin. I looked at the stripes on her pale ass. Beautiful.

I could here her rough breathing through her nose.

I rubbed the sting out of her ass, and peeked at my list. Wax.

I grabbed her legs and twisted her over, forcing her to her back. I put my booted foot on her chest, just below her soft full breasts. I picked up a candle from the windowsill. I knelt down and held the flame close to her thighs, near her trimmed pussy. She whimpered but did not move.

I held my hand over her belly, now on my knees. I let the wax run onto my palm. It dripped onto her and she was no longer still. She made a little whimpering sound, and jumped with each drop. I poured the cooling wax into one big puddle on her belly as she twitched and moaned.

It was worse for her with the blindfold. She didn't see it hit my hand, didn't know I was cooling it slightly. I know she thought I was just dumping it on her. Because I had to hide from her how much she meant to me.

She had left a big glass of ice water on the dresser for me. She had done it without being told. Last time I was over she had forgotten. She knew I had not been happy about it and she had done better.

I took the water, but didn't drink. I fished an ice cube out with my tongue and held it in my mouth. I put it in the front of my mouth and kissed the wax. It froze and got brittle and I peeled it off, then I touched the pink skin underneath with an icy kiss. She arched her back, welcoming my lips and the relief from the heat.

"Roll over bitch. We are just getting started."

I wanted her to think I would torture her all night. Keep the pain going, not give her relief. What was to come next would be the worst part for her.

She obeyed, ass out again, many of the crop marks already faded. I reached over to the bed. And picked up the wooden spoon. I rubbed it on her ass, and heard a moan.

"Oh No! Oh, not the spoon!" I mocked her. I mocked her country girl accent. "Please Master, not that. Oh I'll be ever soooo good, I do declare."

She hung her head, tried to hide her face in her arms, the blindfold riding up.

"Ten. Lets count shall we?" I laid in the first five hard, alternating cheeks. She jumped at the first to, and then held still, both hands clutching the chair leg she was bound to, her knuckles showing white with her grip.

I hit her four more time with it, as she knelt unresisting, undefended, in submission.

I undid the cuffs, and pulled her up to my body, still on her knees. I hugged her from behind.

"You get one off for leaving my water like a good girl."

I kissed her neck, and threw the spoon away. She relaxed as she heard it hit the floor. I took off the blindfold, and felt her warm soft breasts, and the little spike of her erect nipple. The other hand found her center, so hot so wet, so in need of my attention.

I pulled the gag down, out of her mouth, and she took in a big gasping breath, and swallowed.

"Anything to say for yourself?"

"Thank you...thank you. Oh God thank you." She was crying, mixed tears of pain and relief. As she reached back with her left hand to pull my head forward, and kiss me, I felt her hot tears on my cheek.

I let her kiss me a long time, let her touch my face, let her know I was there and real.

She still didn't believe I was there sometimes, not on the Internet, or across the world but there. Her hands trembled, so I held her tight both of us on our knees. She was happy she was being kept. I was relieved to have passed my own test.

I reached over to my left where I had put the water. I handed her the glass. She drank greedily, as she reached back and stoked my hard cock through my pants She had felt it grow as I held her.

"You gonna get naked with me? Purty pleeease?" She turned and grinned over her shoulder, tears drying on her face.

I looked at my watch.

"Hmmm kinda late. Maybe I should check my email. Then go to sleep."

"Here," she said with a crazy grin, "let me help you with that." And she undid my watch and threw it across the room. I glared at her in mock anger.

She squeezed my erection. She made a face of mock horror.

"Oh please don't beat me with that...mmmmm hhhmmmm." She stroked it through my pants.

"On your feet, you get to undress me now." and I stood.

Then the tears came back, "I can't stand...I'm sorry I can't."

I knelt back down by her. "Baby, why not?"

"My legs are asleep. Oh I am ruining it...I'm sorry."

I picked her up and put her on the bed. I lay next to her as she sobbed, ashamed.

"Sweetie, you have to tell me if you have anything go numb, remember? Red, red, red. Or the hand signal."

"There is no red when I am being punished."

"There is always red."

"No. Not when I am being punished."

I stroked her hair. She dyed it just a little too red. She was a country girl, and trying to figure out my subtler taste was a constant challenge for her. Maybe I should have seen her hair color as one big safe word. She reached over and began to unbutton my shirt.

"I'm ok now, really."

I looked at her.

"Really."

She pulled herself to me. Kissed me hard.

"Please let this be about my pleasing you, not about you worrying about me."

She had my shirt off. She moved to my boots, her hands flying. I didn't help, knew she needed to serve me, do it for me. Socks, belt, then I lift my ass for the pants and underwear, all thrown to the floor. She had gotten very good at undressing me.

Her hands are so soft and pale, yet nimble and sure. So gentle, I was sure the patients who she cared for looked forward to seeing her. They wouldn't understand what I did to her, but they all knew she was happier.

I pull a handful of her hair, pulling her head next to mine, face to face. I let what is in my eyes out, look into her soul.

"Tell her you are my bitch, 24/7/365." I shake her head by her hair. "Got that?"

I can see the thrill going thru her whole body. She closes her eyes. "Yes...Master."

She put the head of my cock in her mouth, diving down on me and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. She narrowed her eyes to slits and kissed the head, teasing.

Then she started in earnest, closing her eyes, her entire being focused on my pleasure, reacting to my every twitch, unconsciously moving her head in time with my breathing. Pleasing me with her whole body, hands dancing over me sweat starting to gleam on her pale smooth skin.

She licked the length of it, then swirled her tongue around the tip. I was enflamed, wild for her. I grabbed her by the hair, and rolled her on her back, and climbed between her legs. I put the tip at the entrance to her. I knew by now, she would be wet. I entered her, slowly.

"Oh yes. I need it. Please fuck your bitch."

I didn't move. She looked at me.

"Please, please, no not this."

She could feel me inside her, and yet I didn't give her what she needed.

She stroked my back trying to urge me on, to make me move in her. When she got frustrated words would leave her, and she made sexy little grunts. Plaintive ones.

"Why the hell should I fuck a bitch like you?"

She smiled, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. She put her lips to my ear to whisper. I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Well, see, because I am your bitch. Yours. You own me."

I grinned.

"Then I can do whatever I want, can't I?"

I turned to look at her. Her expression shocked me. She had gone from playful and loving to totally blank.

"Yes. You can. Always, anytime. Anything. Please just take it."

I sank my teeth into her neck. Marking her, claiming her, giving her another mark to sneak into the bathroom and look at work. So she would remember I had come for her.



She Invited Him In Ch. 03



The email from her wasn't enough. I told her she had to meet me, look me in the eye and say what she wanted. It was hard, seeing her for that brief moment. She had that nervous smile I remembered so well, from when she was in trouble. Her red hair, her pale smooth skin, the sparkle in her eyes and the scent of her. Even in the shapeless baggy jeans and loose shirt she wore, I could see her curves. They were burned into my memory from my fingers tracing them for so many nights. I remembered them without seeing them.

She had a sweet curve to her hips; it made it look like she was dancing even when she was walking. But she was still now, and her arms were crossed over her full breasts. I could feel her breasts, nestled against my chest, like they had been so many nights when I held her, just looking at her.

We met in front of a 7-11 near the crappy little development that she lived in. We sat on the hood of my car as the blue-collar locals went in with a weeks pay and came out with twelve packs.

"Do you want a soda or anything?" I tired to stare, to really see her.

"No, sir." Eyes downcast.

"Well how have you been?"

"She has been well, Sir, and hopes you are the same." I thought for a second of telling her to cut the crap out, to just talk to me, to let me be a friend at least. But I knew her answer, that she was a slave and nothing else. It angered me. She knew what buttons it would push.

"GIRL" my voice harsher, deeper I stood up straighter, I could feel my eyes flashing. "Look at me." She hesitated. "Now."

Some ditch digger coming out of the 7-11 cut a wide berth around me, going out of his way, his dim befuddled brain sensing trouble. She met my eyes. It was all there. That first squint of anger, actual hate that I still had MY buttons to push in her and the fear, and the need, the excitement- she couldn't meet my gaze long, and her attention fell down to the pavement.

She saw a popsicle stick on the ground, and bent to pick it up.

"Leave it."

She froze. Stood back up. She was mine, as much as she had ever been. I knew I could have told her to get in my car, come back to my side of town, it might have even lasted a couple of weeks if her boyfriend had been particularly nasty that day.

I opened my car door, as she stood on the sidewalk frozen. "I'll do it. Tomorrow. 9:30."

I slammed my door shut behind me. I looked back in the mirror when I was waiting for the light to change, and she was bending over the popsicle stick again.

**********

The old familiar drive to her place...their place now. I had made every excuse in the world to my then wife, when I first went, now I just hopped in and went. I hadn't had a toy bag then, just a few odds and ends.

Now it sat on the passenger side, a visible manifestation of my growth. Tools I had made, that friends had made for me that they had picked out with me. The touches from the hands of all my friends, wrapped in a big black gym bag.

We had been in bed as lovers, as Master and slave, and I had talked about this, but it was she and I doing him, getting revenge for her, for all the things he had done. Not being there, not giving love to her and her son. So who was I punishing now?

I pulled up, and saw his car in my old spot. I parked next to it, and as I set the brake and took my keys out I heard the jingle the keys made. I looked down in surprise, seeing my hands were shaking. I could see the candles flickering in her dark apartment, their dark apartment, and knew they had heard me drive up.

But I wasn't ready to go in, and I could make them wait.

I got out without my tool bag, and looked around the apartment complex. Pickups with ladders attached, old beaters, the occasional souped up muscle car. When I had spent time there I'd see all of the men working on the cars all weekend. My leather jacket cost more than the monthly payment on any car but mine in the whole lot.

The grass in the big common area was marked with the tread of the kids, and I could see it under the streetlights--it needed mowing, and there were toys just left there. Her son had lost more balls that I would give him that way, just dropping things and running in at suppertime. He hadn't been given the concept of putting everything away when you were done. She couldn't teach him that, and neither could I. I looked at her car. The inspection sticker a month overdue, but the new stickers for bands she had seen and radio station gleaming all over it and the child's toys and schoolbooks, in the back seat.

His car, dented, rusted, full of crap. I looked at the back seat: clothes from the last time he'd been thrown out or left, fast food wrappers, art supplies. All tossed blindly into the back seat. All the garbage from his carelessness following him around.

I took my toy bag, put the strap over my shoulder, pushed the bag around behind me and headed to the mailbox, to fish out the keys. She had put her keys in the mailbox. I recognized the key chain.

The door stuck unless you pushed it as you turned, but I had opened it plenty of times. I didn't look as I closed the door behind me, but stood with my back to the apartment I had entered with my eyes closed. I could smell the incense, the scent of the candles, and very faintly the chicken she'd cooked for dinner. For him.

A glance left showed me the drying rack full of dishes on the kitchen counter. I knew she had washed them, not him. A glance right showed me a couple, living together, about to give themselves over to me. They were both naked as instructed, except for white tee shirts and dog collars. Both knelt on the floor knees spread, hands palms up on their thighs. She looked down at the floor, and he kept looking from me to her. Looking for a clue. I looked around the room. All the toys they had, laid out on the coffee table in the living room they knelt in. I had bought and left about half of them. The room had the curtains closed in every window, and a sheet put over the blinds in the sliding glass door. All the furniture was pushed up against the walls, and the sofa was down in its bed configuration, with an old blanket covering it.

I took a six-foot leash I had bought, and hooked it to his collar. It was the first time I'd met him, and his beard brushed the back of my hand. Instinctively he tilted his head back to allow me access, swallowing the lump in his throat. I could tell he wanted it, but there was no respect in his eyes. And his fear was overtaking his desire, I had got to the point I could almost smell that.

"What's the matter, sugar? Second thoughts?" It came out as a horse whisper, somehow louder than if I had shouted it. She flinched next to him, because she knew what was coming next.

I pulled up on the collar, gently at first to let him get his feet under him then a hard jerk up, using my whole body to supply the power. It pulled him up to his tiptoes, and while he was off balance I slammed him hard into the wall. I heard her softly say "No. Please." I didn't look back at her, as she knelt behind us. I stood closer to him.

He had beer on his breath, and a raging hard on. I knew he couldn't hold a job, or contribute to the household; he was weak, pulling her down to his level. He came up to my nose, and was scrawny, hairy. He couldn't hold still, but I could tell he wanted to. As I moved closer he tried to push me a way. My eyes widened. He caught the look and froze.

"You better put those hands at you sides before they get you in more trouble." He dropped them. I reached into my pocket and took out the first set of handcuffs.

"Here bitch, let me help you 'cause you want to be a sweet bitch for your daddy, DON'T YOU?" As I cuffed him, he opened his mouth, and then shut it.

"Try saying yes sir with that little bitch mouth."

"Yes sir."

I could see him blush in the dark, see by the way he leaned into the wall his knees were weak, see by the pleading look he gave her he was gone. The fight had left him, and she wasn't giving him any help. For once she wasn't bailing him out. I grabbed his t-shirt by its collar, and ripped it off in one motion. He had on the collar, leash and the cuffs behind his back.

I pressed up against him my jacket still on, my boots next to his bear feet, my jeans against his legs-I put my forearm against his throat.

"I am clothed and you are naked. I am strong and you are weak. You are bound and I am free. Can you feel that?"

"Yes sir." His knees were literally shaking.

"What are you?" His eyes panicked he looked over my shoulder at her. "Say you are my bitch, and don't look at her, she can't help you."

"I'm your bitch--owww!" I had twisted both nipples, hard.

"I'm your bitch, sir. Say it right."

"I'm sorry, I'm your bitch sir." I threw the leash over my shoulder and slowly walked over to the couch-bed, and sat on it.

He had followed me, already eager to please.

"Crawl to me bitches".

They both did, she with a lustful smile and an eager little canter, he with fear all over his face and a puppy like awkwardness. They scooted over to me, and I pulled him by the leash and her by the hair until one was over each boot. She remembered my hand in her hair, all the times before. It relaxed her, I could tell.

I cuffed her hands behind her back. "Boot laces-teeth. Last one done gets ...punished."

She threw herself on my right boot, stopping to kiss it, then letting her tongue and teeth gently carefully grab the laces, as she had done in her mind a million times before. The taste of the laces hadn't been part of her fantasy, and she made a face, which I let slide, and sat back done with a smile before he had even brought himself to put his teeth on the left bootlace.

I stopped him before he made a mess of the knot.

I grabbed him. Threw him onto the sofa bed, and hooked his leash to it. I took the left boot and untied it myself. She smirked at him, as he lay on his stomach on the sofa, legs sprawled and ass undefended. I kicked my boots off, and was unbuttoning my shirt.

"Bring me the wooden spoon in your teeth like the animal you are, girl." I ordered her as I undressed.

By the time she got to me I was naked, and she knelt with her ass on her feet, hands behind her, cuffed, spoon in her mouth, waiting in front of me. I pointed to a spot on the floor and she set it down. She looked at her man, naked on his belly.

"I told you about the spoon, it hurts like a bitch, and you are gonna feel it, he has a heavy hand." She grinned as he said it.

I grabbed her by her hair again, and threw her next to him, so that they both lay on the couch, but she was not as far up on it, her knees on the carpet.

"What happens to smart asses?" I asked. She lost all her smirk. She knew better. Or she knew exactly, and wanted the attention.

"They get punished. Sir."

"Thank me for each one, and count." I gave her ten on each cheek in sets of five, bringing the start of the rosy glow with my hand. She counted, and he jumped every time I hit her. She made a plaintive little sound, and wriggled her ass, and without thinking I rubbed the sting out of each cheek. I let my hand wander down her cunt, she was dripping wet. She tried to move back into my hand, to get the pleasure she burned for.

Then I picked up the spoon. I rubbed it on her ass so she knew what was coming. "Wait wait wait! He was supposed to be punished..." she had a little bit of panic she really hated the spoon.

"That was going to be ten with the spoon for you, and now it's twenty. Want to try for more?"

She was silent, but I could tell she was trying to find an answer. Something that would make me laugh, make me forgive her, but I knew her, too. I knelt next to her, my arm around her, and kissed her cheek.

"It doesn't matter what you say. FUCK YOU."

She closed her eyes tight, but couldn't stop the tears from coming out. I put a gag in her mouth, and made him count. She wiggled, tried to avoid, and he counted. I didn't stop at 20.

"Hey, dude, that's 20. Hey."

I gagged him, too. He was fearful. He fought it a little. I won, not with strength, but when he knew I wouldn't stop. I had set my will, and he had none to oppose me. I picked up the softest rope flogger next.

I had only given her 30, and the last 10 very very gentle with the spoon. If I had lost my temper and hurt her, she would have won. She was surprised by my self-control, my new confidence. She relaxed, stopped fighting.

I knew she wanted my touch, my body warm against her, but she didn't want it bad enough yet. I warmed him up and kept her hot with the soft rope flogger, both assess glowing, underhand strokes to the sweet spots mostly. I dragged over her cunt and his balls, and they both moaned. I laughed.

She had been wondering when I'd rip off her t-shirt, and I finally did. I took a chain with two quick hooks, and chained her collar to the left side of the sofa, and her legs to the right. I arranged him on top of her, his head to the right and legs to the left. I carefully set them so that his balls were just above her asshole, and then pulled the slack out.

She looked at me as I used the rope on their feet, but she was surprised to see I had learned the correct knots to tie. I touched her left hand, the spot that had been numb for a week because I had done it wrong when we were together.

His cock was still rock hard and leaking leaving a trail of precum, in the small of her back, with no way he could get it down into her. But as soon as I put them there, they both started trying.

His ass was still warm. I put a little lube on his asshole, and put the smallest butt plug I had in him...slowly. He pushed back against it, his ass arched by her body, moving as much as he could.

"You want it don't you, want me to rape your ass, as your little cunt lays under you, and she can't get none, huh? Don't you?"

He tried to say yes, tried to beg around the gag tried to nod his head. She looked at me over her shoulder, catch my eye...her ass was moving too, but she still had control, still trying to entice me.

I reached into my bag, got two hoods, and put a hood over his head. The butt plug was in all the way, and I spanked him with the wooden spoon, each stroke also tapping it down farther into him. The pain, the pleasure, the friction of his cock against her back...my deep voice telling him he was a worm, a piece of shit.

He gave in, begging pleading, bucking against her. He didn't care how uncomfortable she was, he would have fucked the hole in a sausage grinder. He had never cared at all for her, just himself, but she couldn't see it. I put the spoon down and began tapping his plug, gently.

I also put a hood over her head. I took my other hand and put it on her as I went back to work on his plug. I took three fingers, and slowly put them in. I heard her gratitude in her moan. It was indirect control, feeling him lose it, it had spread to her, finally melting the ice around her heart. For a minute, Two adult human beings, taxpayers, workers, lovers, both begging for me to use my wrists just a little faster for him, with a little more pressure for her, every time she tried to press against me I'd pull back a bit. Not filling her totally, glass half empty...

I got off the couch. "Well you kids have fun, I'll see you later." I opened and shut the door. And stood silent inside. She knew, wasn't fooled for a second. I would not walk out and leave people bound by the neck, with rope on the legs. And I couldn't leave without getting dressed, wouldn't leave my tools.

But she bucked as hard as he did, because he had come undone. He was ramming his cock into her back, his butt plug came out. He was terrified, wasn't thinking, and was in a frenzy. He was on top of her, it was hard for her to catch a breath with the pounding, and even though she knew I was right there in the room, and knew I knew, she was bound to him. His frenzy became hers, and it was worse for her.

She knew I could see him totally lost. And see her trying to hold it, but letting it slip. I knelt quietly beside her and pulled her hood off. Her eyes pleading, the anger back in them. It cost me a lot to smirk to her. But it was worth it.

I grabbed him roughly. Hearing his shocked grunt at my touch. I undid his feet and collar and had him kneel right in front of her. I took a dildo and put the tip in his ass. I got a small board and laid it across his legs as he knelt. If he lowered his ass he fucked himself on the dildo.

His face was inches from hers. I stood naked in front of them, she still bound to the couch on her belly, he on his knees. He still had the long leash on his collar. I looped it around his back, over the cuffs and up around the board. I could pull and force his ass down on the dildo. I took his gag out and slipped the head of my cock into his mouth.

"C'mon, lets see if you suck cock as good as your bitch."

He began to try to get me off, knowing that he had to please me. I rewarded him with little tugs on the leash, slowly working the dildo into his ass, his own cock sucking motion providing the fucking his ass was hungry for.

She was writhing on the bed, but no longer in a position to tempt me. Her desperate little struggles were to try and grind her clit against the sheet, but I knew she couldn't get enough pressure. I had tied her carefully just to stop that.

I had the leash wrapped around my fist, and was watching her hump the sheet, and listening to him get faster and faster. I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down on the dildo.

He cried out in pain, from the raping of his ass and the force of his orgasm, making his invaded, filled asshole clutch and jump and suck in exactly what was tormenting it. He shot all over the carpet, right in between my legs. She moved with him, every moan and twitch echoed in her.

She had reached her cuffed hands back and as trying to arch her back, to reach her hands over her ass to her cunt, she needed to cum. And I knew if I sprayed the load on her I had in me she would. I stood over her, and she looked up at me, looked at my cock. I am sure she knew my breathing, knew how close I was.

He was down on the floor, he'd fallen forward, laying in a pool of his own cum. I straddled him and began to stroke, aiming for her back. Faster, faster...when she had done that for me, at the point of no return, I used to tell her to take it, take me over the edge. She loved to hear me moan threw clenched teeth, to feel me buck, to twitch on the post cum stokes. At the last second I turned. He was lying on his back, his own cum on his chest.

"Open wide."

He did. I got about half of it in his mouth.

I left her on the sofa, and jerked him to his feet.

I uncuffed him, and ordered him to go clean off in the shower. He did it with great speed, eagerness. He brought down the warm wet washcloth as instructed, cleaned me with loving attention as I sat next to her on the couch. Her eyes tightly shut.

I made him clean and pack my toys, then dress me. I untied her legs, and rolled her over. I pulled her towards me. I put one leg on each shoulder. Her face showed nothing, she wasn't going to fall for a tease. I leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear.

"If loving you makes me weak, then I guess I still am."

And then I knelt down and kissed her cunt, and brought her as much happiness as I ever could.

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